that top really makes me cringe

anonymous asked:

How do you write without cringing at your own work? After writing a few sentences I usually give up because I'm cringing so hard ...

I have a few tricks! 

One is to copy an author’s style for the first paragraph or so, one that fits the tone of the story. “It was the best of times, it was the worst of times. Di could handle that particular duality; it was the vampires that she was having trouble with.” That way you can’t really cringe, it’s a popular beginning!

Two is to give my first few paragraphs a very funny narrator. “The vampires” (because when are there not vampires) “were giving Di” (a simple name for someone who’d like to see themselves as quite complicated) “a lot of trouble” (Which, as we’ll see, is something Di receives from vampires and otherwise quite a lot). 

This keeps you interested in reading your own work while also finding the depth/various angles you have. I find a lot of cringe comes from shallow story telling, so you just got to keep in mind that this is your story and is actually quite complex!

Three is to lean into the cringe. “Di stood looking over the embattled warehouse, long coat swirling around her ankles. Below, a writhing mass of five vampires snapped their teeth at one another, totally oblivious to her looming presence. War is hell, she thinks and jumps.”

Look, it’s fun to write ridiculous, over the top characters. It’s really fun to write all the little stories (starring you!) that unfolded during a particularly boring lecture. And you know what? A lot of people like reading ridiculous stories!

Four is to do with poor sentence construction. Some days it’s really hard to write a coherent story and you end up looking at what you do put down with an over critical eye. DON’T ERASE IT!!!!!!!!!!!!! On those days, I take my choppy, no good, very cringe-y paragraphs and put them in my “Graveyard” folder. My Graveyard folder is every opening, scene, and character description that makes me cringe. Once it’s in there, I rewrite it for the actual story and then wait a few days. When I feel capable of looking at it again, I compare the rewrite to the original in the Graveyard and use the one I want.

Surprise, surprise, generally it’s the Graveyard opening I like!

So Don’t Fear the Cringe, dear anon! That means it’s working!

Embarrassing Moments//Jackson Wang

Originally posted by suga-pills

Pairing: Jackson x Reader

Genre: Fluff

Summary: Everyone

Author’s Note: I just felt like updating my jackson scenarios because i haven’t done so in a while! Enoy~

xoxo Sara

“Yah, (Y/N)~” your boyfriend gently cooed to you, although you were a noticeable distance away from his grasp, “Wait up!”

“No!” you shouted out back to him, letting a giggle slip from your mouth as you walked further and further ahead, picking up your pace from a light walk to a quick jog in hopes of him not catching up to you.

“But I want to kiss you!” He shouted out on the crowded sidewalk, making you stop in your tracks as your eyes widened. You turned in the direction that he was bound to be coming from at any moment, cheeks burning a bright crimson as you caught sight of your giggling, smiling boyfriend, who was currently pushing through a crowd of people on the busy sidewalk to try and get to you.

“Jackson!” You whisper-yelled as he got to you, quickly standing up on your tippy toes and covering his mouth with your hand as you shook him softly, “Don’t say that outloud!”

“Don’t say what?” He mumbled into your hand softly, a smile evident against your palm as he pressed his lips to it, “That i want to kiss y-”

“Sh!” you hushed him, pressing your hand harder against his mouth in attempts to make him be quiet. You looked around before nodding, “Yes, don’t say exactly that!”

“Well, why not?” He asked, tilting his head at you softly while taking your hand from his lips and intertwining your fingers with his own, “Do you not want to-”

Before he could finish his sentence, you looked at him with harsh eyes, making him stop. He nodded softly, seemingly understanding your thinking without having to even speak with you.

“But…Why not?”

You sighed gently, taking his hand and swinging it in between you two while you two walked down the street. “It’s not that I don’t want to. You know I love doing that,” you whispered, walking quickly through the crowds so you could continue your private conversation, “It’s just.. A little embarrassing.”

“Why is it embarrassing?” he challenged you, watching your movements as your cheeks stayed flushed. He smiled a bit at your timidness, unable to hide how undeniably cute he thought you were, “I love kissing you, and telling you that I love you, and I think that other people deserve to know too, because you’re my wonderful jagiya and i care for you so much.”

You looked up at him, a small grin matching the one he was wearing now spreading across your face as well. He gripped your hand tightly, and his facial expression changed. You could practically see the metaphorical light-bulb light up above his head.

“In fact…” he began, picking up his pace as dragging you behind him as you two headed up a tall mountain that the tiny sidewalk lead up.

“What are you doing Jackson?” You questioned, feeling out of breath as you were practically running up the hill behind him. Somehow, he wasn’t out of breath, he wasn’t panting, and he didn’t seem like he was struggling. “Why are you not tired?”

“Your love powers me~” he hummed at you, a slight laugh following that as he looked back at you and saw the absolute disgust and cringe written all over your face. You decided to keep running, not really caring where he was taking you. He stopped short, though, causing you to bump into his back harshly, making a soft groan leave your lips.

“We’re here!” he said, reaching his arms out as you looked to the side and saw a beautiful view of the city, accompanied by a small bench that seemed to be perched on top of the hill. He took your hand, leading you to the bench while he smiled at you. He put you in front of the bench and forced you to sit on it, patting your head softly before he turned his back to you.

He took a deep breath, before screaming, “I LOVE (Y/N)!”

“Jackson!” Your voice practically matched his as you quickly stood up from your seat, going to stop him, when he began yelling it over and over.

“Jackson stop!” you shouted, a soft giggle tied to the end of your words as you hugged his waist, “I know you love me, you don’t have to tell anyone else!”

“But everyone deserves to know,” he interjected,  “That i love you, and only you. Now, I want you to scream it.”

“What?” you asked, “I never agreed to this.”

“Please?” he looked at you with his big puppy eyes, pouting out his lower lip in attempts to make you do it because he was acting all cute, “I want to hear you scream that you love me.”

You looked at him wearily, “But it’s embarrassing…”

“You’re with me,” he smiled at you, “We are going to have plenty more embarrassing moments. Let’s just get this one out of the way, shall we?”

You sighed softly, gripping him tightly and shutting your eyes, before taking a deep breath. YOu felt your cheeks burn yet again as you let yourself scream that you loved him too. Once you were finished, you looked up at him, seeing his big grin return to his face in triumph as he leaned down and gave you a quick peck.

“Now that you screamed that you lovely, i’m sure it’s fine for me to say I want to kiss you in public now.”

The Lularoe craze is out of control. I left the questionable fashion choices and tacky prints back in middle school where they belong. I just want to know who thought it would be cool to create a fashion trend in which adults dress like 5 year olds again. As if crop tops weren’t enough to make us all cringe, let’s add obnoxiously colored leggings adorned with crayons to the mix.  

anonymous asked:

I HAVE A THING THATS BOTHERING ME. THE PEOPLE WHO MAKE LANCE SAY "Te amo" WHEN THATS JUST LIEK TOP TIER I LOVE YOU AND IS RESERVED FOR BASICALLY ONLY MARRIED COUPLES AND MAYBE GOD?? Like if somebody says "te amo" and like it's only been a few weeks/months of dating that's like turn around and run far away material?? It should be "te quiero" or something like that. I'm just so !!! Every time I see Lance saying "te amo" like I close out so fast because it's uncomfortable and cringe??

YES THIS ALSO BOTHERS ME because like I’ve never even said that really to anyone??? Like it’s always “te quiero” because “te amo” is just like SO HEAVY like that’s some serious shit.


“Ello! It’s me, I’m back again with Jack who many of you request to see because look at that face!” I tease before reaching over and squeezing his cheeks.

“So today we are gonna have Jack here pick my outfit and makeup look for tonight. We are going to be going to dinner for his birthday and he seems to think it’d be funny to dress me up.” I laugh and he nods.

“I’m actually not gonna sabotage her. I wanna show everyone that I have a fashion sense.” He smiles and I shake my head.

“I’m scared. I’m a single female who needs to look good when she goes out. Please don’t make me ugly.”

“Guys of course she thinks I could make her ugly.” He grabs my face and kisses my cheek. “Aww as if I could make something ugly that’s already ugly.” He jokes and I slap him on his arm before frowning.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” He apologizes and I remain silent.

That’s Jack and I. We play around but for me it’s different. I wish he didn’t go so far, but he apparently means no harm. Sadly I like him a lot more than just friends so for me the little jokes and jabs are really hard.

“Guys I made her look good!” Jack shouts at my camera and I look in the mirror while cringing.

“Dude I look like your tinder dates.” I whine as I see the outfit. He put me in a skin tight skirt and tight top with heels.

“I don’t like this at all.” I admit but what makes it better is that he shrugs only to turn to my camera and smile even more.

“You’ll see more of what happens later on but im gonna do my hair and makeup and then get fucked up so I don’t have to remember that I’m dressed like this.” I explain before turning off all of my camera gear.

“Can you go so I can actually do my hair and makeup. I’ll see you at the party.”

I’m gonna regret this.

Oh boy did I not regret it when I was drunk, but in the morning I did.

The night started out okay and I was happy until I saw Jack with a girl on his arm. I realized that him and I weren’t going to be a thing when I saw him making out with that girl who was not me. After some liquid courage I also decided to get with someone and maybe I went further than Jack did because I woke up in someone’s bed who I never met before last night.

It got worse when I didn’t have my keys and had to actually knock on the door to my flat and face my friends and Jack himself.

“Oh this is really funny.” Josh laughs and I push past him.

“It is.” Conor adds and I walk into my safe space so I can try and avoid seeing Jack.

“You went home with that guy didn’t you?” I see him sitting there on the edge of my bed and I drop my heels down before letting my bag follow.

“What are you doing here?” I whisper and he holds up his camera.

“You did a Q and A one time on my camera cause yours was dead. I saw the footage. You admitted to liking me and then mentioned how you’d edit it out later and you did, but I never got over what you said. I wanted you at my party for my birthday because I love you, but you left with some random guy and I guess I didn’t expect it. You’re not the type to sleep with a random guy but you did and that’s why I’m here acting pathetic.” He stands up and goes to walk out but I immediately wrap my arms around his neck and stand on my tippy toes. My hands go up to his hair and I grip onto it while I bury my head in his shoulder.

“Don’t walk away.” I whisper. “I don’t want to lose you because I acted out of jealously.” I beg before pulling my face from his shoulder and looking him in the eyes.

“I love you too. I really do and I’m sorry, but please don’t walk away.”

“I won’t.” He nods before pulling my closer to him.

“Wow so are we gonna be watching this all the time now?” My door opens and I turn to see Josh and Conor smiling.

“Finally they get to together after what… two years of waiting?”

“Yeah and now you’re ruining the romance so go!” I shout like an angry toddler and Jack laughs. “Like really go we didn’t even kiss yet and you ruined the romance.” I add and Conor backs away slowly before shutting the door.

“You wanted to kiss?” Jack asks and I try to stop from blushing. “Cause so did I.” He slowly leans down to me and kisses my cheek.

“But you’re hungover and I still didn’t take you on a proper date, so I’ll kiss you then.”

“Jack you’re gonna pay for that.” I whine but he just smiles.

“I’ll be happy to, but for now I have a video to make so when you’re done being upset come and join me.”

“That seriously just happened.”

Shall We? // Park Jinwoo (JinJin)

Originally posted by asterocky

Pairing: Jinwoo x Reader

Genre: Fluff

Summary; After a rough day, Jinwoo decides to surprise you. But just what has he got planned?

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roxiefreecss13  asked:

Okay, so, here's my top two favorite fics of yours. The Soulmate Phenomenon - i loved the whole thing...up until the ending. and i love the emotion that was packed into it. my heart was ripped, i loved seeing Gon just screaming for Killua, as much as that makes me cringe because i love the boys so why do i like it when they're in pain? but im a sucker for happy endings. PLEASE CONTINUE IT! I need them to be OK! First Name Basis - OMG. I can't even say what i feel. I love it! <3 <3

That means so much to me that you love Soulmate Phen even though it has that…ending haha ^^; I remember writing the final scenes for that fic and not being sure if I was writing it in a way that properly conveyed the total devastation Gon was feeling at that moment. So I’m really happy that emotion came across!!!!!! :D

I WANT TO CONTINUE IT, but I don’t have any ideas D: I’m a sucker for happy endings too but that’s where the story took me and I can’t figure out a way to make a squeal that would match up to the original T^T I’M SORRY!!!

And, oh my god, First-Name Basis was so much fun to write. Fun fact: I wrote and edited that whole thing in one day! It’s a really great fic I love it so much

Thank you for the message, this made me smile so much!!!! :DDD

Send me your favorite moment from one of my fics! ^-^

A desperate request from a sound tech

When using a microphone, PLEASE test it by speaking into it, NOT tapping it.

The part of a microphone that makes it work is a very very thin, fragile skin stretched tight inside the microphone. When you hit your hand against the top (or snap or clap into it), there’s a sharp, strong burst of air that hits this fragile skin. Every time that happens, the vital part of the microphone is weakened and will eventually lead to its breaking.
Also it’s really loud and makes people jump. And it makes me cringe and then start crying inside.

No Control

Originally posted by minyonngi

“The problem is,” he said as he leans in, “If I kiss you, I don’t think I’d be able to stop.”

Summary: Moving across the country.. can’t be too bad right? WRONG! After losing your parents in a horrible incident you had no choice but to move with your uncle in Korea. You knew no one besides your uncle and didn’t know you way around but that all changes when your uncle hires that one boy… the boy with the bad attitude….

Previous Parts:

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8

Part 9 everyone~

Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15 Part 16 Part 17 Part 18 Part 19 Part 20 Part 21



You two continued to swim around the river and actually enjoy Yoongi’s company..

The waterfall was completely beautiful.. Especially when you get close to it… As you were lost in your thoughts you felt water hit your face making you shake your head and realized Yoongi has just splashed water to your face.

“How mature,” you said giving Yoongi a glare again.

However he continues to splash you with water smirking and you couldn’t let him get away with it again. So you began to splash him with the water in return not letting yoongi be able to talk without the water getting in his mouth.

Yoongi got closer to you and grabbed both of your hands and looked at you.

“I only did it three time.. you did it like ten times,” yoongi began to complain and you rolled your eyes.

“Don’t start something you can’t finish.”

“Oh really,”

“Yes really,”

Just before Yoongi could say anything.. He was staring at you and you were staring back at him… Yoongi has your hands in his hand and was right in front of you… Both of your faces was just a couple of inches away from each other…

Yoongi looked down at your lips and you felt like your heart was going to burst at any minute…

What is happening?


Listen to Purpose (Cover) by Jungkook while reading this.

At this point, Yoongi can either kiss you or one of you two will ruin the moment which ends up happening a lot. You swallowed hard and felt your breathing become a bit heavy. You really wanted Yoongi to kiss you….

Were you going to stop Yoongi if he tried? 

As you continued to stare at Yoongi he gently cups your face with his hands and slowly starts leaning in making your heart race faster and faster as he got closer…

At last his lips brush against yours but didn’t touch yours just quite…

“The problem is,” he said as he leans in, “If I kiss you, I don’t think I’d be able to stop.”

“Then don’t…”

He looks at you one last time before at last he pulls you into a kiss. A real slow kiss you’ve been waiting for…

You wrapped you arm around his neck as he wrapped his arms around your waist and you two moved your lips in sync… The moment couldn’t be anymore perfect…

His lips were soft yet so warm… The feeling of his lips felt like there was fireworks exploding inside you…

This feeling was so new to you…

Your heart skipped a beat and all the nervousness you had felt before suddenly disappeared. You two slowly stopped and looked into each others eyes… Did that really happen?

Yoongi stared at you and then awkwardly scratched the back of his neck.

“We better go back to the boys…”

Before you could say anything else he swims away to where your belongings were… Was that it?

Were you two just going to kiss and act like nothing happened?

You looked down and sighed.. 

Of course it was too good to be true…


“Where were you two?” Seokjin asks as you two arrived to where your tents were located and before you could even reply back, Yoongi just cuts you off.

“I showed her the river… And we went for a quick swim.” he says coldly and he walks off and back to the tent.

“What’s his deal?” Jungkook asks you and all you could do was just shrug you didn’t even know why he was acting like this. 

“I have no idea…” you said just looking at the tent and sighed. What was his deal? You two just kissed and now he’s mad?

Were you that bad of a kisser?

You sat down on the rock and you watched the boys poke each other and laugh.

“You guys are weird…”

“Y/N!!!” You looked up and Taehyung was smiling with a fish pole in his hand.

“what are you going to do with that? Fish for one of the boys?”

Taehyung just laughed and shook his head.

“No silly we have to find breakfast.”

“So you brought a fishing pole to the woods?”

Taehyung just closed his eyes and continued to shake his head as you continued to speak. Clearly you were a noob when it came to camping. Why doesn’t anyone get this already? 

“You are such a new comer,” Taehyung rolls his eyes playfully and you followed behind him as he walked away with the fishing pole.


“Before we do anything have you ever been fishing?” Taehyung asks you as you two stood in front of the lake and you just smiled…


“Are you sure?”


Taehyung just stopped and stared at you and all you could was just smile…. He knew he had a lot of work to do with you… But it wasn’t your fault.. You just never been one has ever taken you..

“Okay come here,” 

You got up from the rock and looked a Taehyung waiting for further instructions. 

You already can tell this one going to take a long time to get patient with me…


“I think I got something!” You shouted excitedly as you were holding on the fish-pole trying to catch fishes as Taehyung does the same right next to you.


You tried to pull back trying to fetch the fish out the lake but for some reason it wasn’t letting you pull. 

“Tae! I need help!”

Before Taehyung can put the fishing pole down to help you out..

“i can help you!” a voice says coming from behind you two and you looked back and found Jimin standing right then and there. This boy was everywhere.. But you personally didn’t seem to mind at all. 

Jimin walked up to you and caught you completely off guard when you felt arms wrapped around and his hand on yours. Your cheeks began to heat up and you began to feel that same feeling you felt when Yoongi had his arm around you… However when Yoongi and you were together you had more butterflies…

Jimin helped your push back with the fishing pole and as soon as you two finally pushed a fish out of the damn lake, Jimin loses his balance and falls causing you to fall since he had his arms around you.

As you were on the floor you looked at Jimin and started to laugh. 

Taehyung looked at both of you on the ground laughing as there was a fish near the two of you squirming around.

“You did it!” Taehyung says excitedly looking at the fish not paying any attention at the fact that you were on the ground with Jimin.

You eventually got up and stretched out your hand and helped Jimin up.

“You should definitely be more careful next time,” you said smiling and Jimin and he looks down smiling.

“I’ll keep that in mind.”

You giggled and you were about to go back to fishing till you looked down at Jimin’s arm and noticed a cut bleeding. You looked down at the ground and see a rock. He must of scraped his arm without noticing..

“You’re bleeding!” You said grabbing his arm and he just looked at his arm and shrugged.

“It’s nothing.”

You looked at Taehyung who seemed to be very concentrated trying to catch fishes with his tongue out.

“Did you guys bring the first aid kit?”

“Yeah Jin should have it.”

You grabbed Jimin hand and he quickly looked at your hand that was on his and became a blushing mess. You blushed along with him but you two walked your way back to where the rest of the boys were.


“Jin, can I see the first aid kit?” you asked as you two arrived back and Jin looks at Jin’s arm.

“what happened?”

“Two clumsy people tried to fish and failed..” Jimin says and you giggled. 

Jin just smiles as he shakes his head and hands you the first aid kit. You still had Jimin’s hand with yours and you two sat down on a rock. You opened the box up and Jimin just stared at you as you were basically taking care of him.

You grabbed the disinfecting spray and sprayed down his cut making him groan in pain.

“Oh my god! Did that hurt!” You asked panicking and as Jimin had his eyes shut and cringing his teeth he just nodded no. Lies.

“Don’t lie to me, I will spray again..” You said and his eyes opened right away.

You giggled and grabbed the bandage and slowly placed it on top of Jimin’s cut. 

At last when you were done,you felt Jimin still staring at you. You looked up and he smiles giving a warm feeling to rush through you.

“what?” you asked smiling.

“You really didn’t have to do this..”

“Do what?”

“Take care of my cut for me..”

You smiled and continued to stare in his eyes.

“It’s the least I can do.”

You two continued to stare at each other and you felt like Jimin could lean in and kiss you any minute. But were you going to stop him too? No…

Yes you kissed Yoongi but however he seemed to be mad… And you have no idea why…

Jimin slowly starts to lean in and you did the same.

Just as you were expecting a kiss…

“What’s going on here?” You hear making you to pull away fast and your turned around and found Yoongi right then and there.


Yoongi’s Point of View

Kissing Y/N was so wrong… Not that I didn’t like it… I really did like our kiss. I’ve kissed girls in the past but nothing was compared to her…

Just the problem was I shouldn’t have kissed her… 

When her uncle gave me the job… His number one rule was.. not to fall for his niece…

And I broke that rule…

I’m mad at myself because I thought maybe I can do this but now after sharing a kiss with her… it’s just going to be hard to control myself…

I continued to lay down in the tent with my headphones on listening to music to release my anger… And deep down inside I was hoping Y/N would come to the tent and ask me what’s wrong..

But the whole time I was here.. she didn’t show up…

I took off my headphones and sighed… Should I go check up on her?

I got out of the tent and just when I looked up I see Jimin and Y/N next to each other but looking at each other face to face…

I was going to cut them off but I stopped and instead listened. 

“what?” you asked smiling.

“You really didn’t have to do this..”

“Do what?”

“Take care of my cut for me..”

“It’s the least I can do.”

They both stood there in silence and I started to see Jimin lean in. 

Nope not having it.

“What’s going on here?” I asked annoyed and they both stared at me completely guilty…



Now this is how you do fanservice without being blatantly obvious and throwing it in the face. You’ll still get the money from horny otakus but you won’t have a big part of your fan base cringing and not being able to play comfortably in public places.

First we have Jack The Ripper. It’s not the fact that they made her a child with a thong that bothers me. But I feel it works really bad for her overall design. You have a dark/detailed top and head, then nada, and dark detailed boots again. It completely interrupts the flow and brings all the attention to her micro thong. I feel just giving her normal panties works a lot better, while you still have a loli running in panties to make all the fanservice ass shots you want.

Then we have Mordred. A knight of the Round Table of Camelot who can’t afford a pair of panties or a bra her size. Was it really needed to make random holes in her clothes to show she’s not wearing anything under that piece of cloth? Was it that important? That top looks uncomfortable af too. Seriously, they wouldn’t have lost money giving it 5cm more of cloth. I edited it so you still have her stripping with ascensions, but at least making more sense.

About Alter Lancer. Well, she’s beyond hope.

Sorry just wanted to rant a little. And no, I’m not only complaining about females being sexualized (I’m not really happy with Diarmuid’s 2nd art either. As much as shirtless!Diarmuid is a HELL YEAH, just removing his top is pretty cheap. They did it a lot better with Cu Lancer). But one of my biggest pet peeves are design choices that are clearly bad or make no sense at all, just for the sake of fanservice…


This is gonna be a really long post lol. Sorry. Ok I’m gonna be totally honest. I dislike Red Velvet’s popularity. (I’m not gonna say hate because that’s a strong word. LoL.) Lets be real, it’s not like ALL of the members are amazing singers. (Yes, I know that Wendy and Seulgi can sing, but that’s it. And nobody in the group is really that strong of a dancer.) And it’s not like every member is a goddess / natural beauty. (Don’t deny it.) And their songs? Their songs to be honest were crap. It was just a bunch of sounds mixed together. Have you even listened to Happiness? It was so bad. And the addition of Yeri was the worst media play I’ve ever seen. Let’s be real, guys. Yeri… I’ve listened to ALL Kpop bands MR Removed performances and Yeri had to be the worst. I even listened to their Radio show appearances and Yeri still barely sang at all, even when there was no dancing involved. I can’t stand it when people defend her saying “she’s only 15, give her a chance! Of course she’s nervous.” First of all, age doesn’t matter. She was trained in the company, she should have stage presence, she should’ve performed before on multiple stages while she was a trainee. If she can’t even sing live, why debut her?! And honestly.. Her visuals aren’t really top notch. I’m gonna get so much hate for this but as a Korean, her beauty isn’t the best I’ve seen. Her face isn’t really memorable, it’s a common face if you walk outside on the streets in Korea. When I heard Red Velvet got a new member, I had my hopes up but Yeri let me down TBH. And then there’s their popularity. Look, I know that Red Velvet worked really hard. I know, ok? But their popularity is so unjustified it makes me cringe. Their popularity solely came from their well known company and their sunbaes. What was so good about their debut song? What was so good about Ice Cream Cake? What is so good about their visuals? Most of the groups that are now top stars mainly got popular because of a catchy song they released. (For example: EXO-Growl, SNSD-Gee, Big Bang-Sunset Glow, Haru Haru, etc.) But Happiness was such a bad song I don’t get why Red Velvet is popular. That’s what I wanted to say about Red Velvet. I apologize if you dont agree with me but hey, that’s life. If you do agree with me omfg thank you.

Petition for EXO to appear in 'Weekly Idol' again

Like, SM, very much please with a cherry on top?
After watching a lot of shows, IMO ‘Weekly Idol’ is a very “exposing” show? They make idols uncover their dorm life, etc. Not just asking scripted questions to obvious answers all the fans knows.

Sometimes they go over the top and it makes me cringe but really, EXO hasn’t been appearing to shows like this y'know.
The most is probably radio interviews, it exposes a lot too but it gets boring for some reason.

It doesn’t have to be 'Weekly Idol’, maybe 'Runningman’ ? Or 'Two Days One Night’ ? I know ChanBaek has appeared in 'Superman is Back’ but PLS I WANNA SEE EXO WITH KIDS!!!!!!!

But the most important is for them to appear as a FULL GROUP. EXO never went to any shows with all the members avaible anymore. I know they’re busy but I JUST RLLY MISS THEM 😭😭

So please, SM, please? Everyone knows you’re a fucking whore who sucks dick all day, so this is the LEAST you could do to make it up 😊😁😄💞

OR YOU CAN MAKE THEM CROSSDRESS FOR THE NEXT TOUR ??(I know you’re going to make another concert because you’re money sucking bitch like that😙)

OR BOTH?? 😍😍😗😚

A 4Chumblr Fic


4Chan was anxious to get going. He knew he didn’t have much time; he had to be back at his dorm before 12 because he had a 7 am Web Design midterm in the morning. He walked down the stairs in Linux Hall at the Tech and Design College, and made his way to the foyer. Omegle was waiting at the security desk, just like he said he would. He held out a key card that said “Liberal Arts: Windows Hall”. 4Chan guessed that Omegle thought that having this card was the only upside to having drunkenly slept with Gaia that one time at DeviantArt’s Halloween Party. Out of nowhere, YouTube showed up with his camera, eager to film what might be the most epic trolling battle of all time.

Key card in hand, 4Chan walked out into the hot July night. It was the 4th; the night he had promised that little airhead Tumblr that he would put her in her place. As he walked on the path past the Macintosh Lecture Building, he encountered Firefox and Safari walking out of Professor Jobs’ seminar on Operating Systems.

“Hey, 4Chan, what’re you doing out in this weather?” said Safari as they approached him.

“I’m gonna go sort out Tumblr, once and for all,” he said, with no explanation.

Then, as if it were an afterthought, he asked,

“Where’s Internet Explorer? I thought he was with you guys when you left?”

Firefox spoke this time,

“Dude, that little bitch went back to the dorm right away. He kept complaining about how cold it was the entire seminar, and then he just ran for it when we got outside.”

4Chan snorted, “God, he’s ALWAYS freezing.”

The three friends laughed, and Firefox and Safari decided to follow 4Chan and YouTube to see what was going on.

When they reached the cafeteria and admissions building, they encountered ICanHasCheezburger, MemeGenerator, Flickr, and PhotoBucket as the four left the dining hall. They had heard about the upcoming confrontation from Twitter, who was calling everyone she knew to tell them about what was going on between Tumblr and 4Chan.

Twitter also apparently reached another friend, BlogSpot, who was furiously typing away in his room, in the process of writing a very lengthy and opinionated post about what was happening. Not that anyone was going to read it.

The four newcomers joined the growing crowd that was advancing on Microsoft Hall, and if anyone looked out the window they were able to see the group making their way through the November night to the building ahead of them.

Inside Microsoft Hall there was plenty of activity going on. Almost everyone knew that 4Chan was coming; he had announced it earlier in the day, and Twitter had been telling everyone. Both 4Chan and Tumblr were her trending topics that night.

Friendster kept running up and down the halls, knocking on doors and repeating over and over that “4Chan is coming, and we’re all gonna die, and I can’t do this, and I don’t want to die, and I love you all, and omg…”

No one was really listening to her.

Myspace just turned the music up louder and went back to ignoring them all, not interested in anything that was going on with anyone else.

By the time 4Chan was almost at Microsoft Hall, his entourage had grown to include Oovoo, Skype, and Chatroulette, who were quickly joined by zShare and DivX.

Z and Div had been watching a movie with Megavideo, but he kicked them out halfway through because his girlfriend Money came home early.

4Chan finally reached the building, and swiped the key card to let everyone in. The now rather large group stood in the foyer, warming themselves for a moment, and 4Chan addressed them.

“Maybe you guys should just stay here. This is between me and Tumblr, not any of you.”

The group was quiet for a second, and then they all burst out into laughter.

“Yah, right,” said Chatroulette, “like we’re gonna miss this.”

The rest of the group nodded and agreed, and 4Chan sighed and began leading them upstairs to the floor he knew Tumblr’s dorm was on.

As they passed the dorms on Tumblr’s floor, people looked out to see what was going on.

Imdb saw the group, and saw YouTube filming, and mused to herself,

“I could totally make a movie out of this! It would make millions! I’m gonna have to talk to YouTube about that footage once this is all done.”

peeked his head out into the hallway to see what was going on, but soon went back to watching the “Rock of Love” marathon on Vh1 with EHarmony and PlentyOfFish.

4Chan finally reached Tumblr’s room, #394. He dropped his bag and started pulling out his tools for humiliating, disgusting, and annoying the hell out of Tumblr.

In the box next to her door that was labeled “Hate, Love, Anons, TMI’s and FMK’s” he shoved several cans of SPAM. He taped a bunch of horror film stills onto her Doctor Who, Supernatural, Gossip Girl, Vampire Diaries, True Blood, Skins, and Big Bang Theory decorated door. And, finally, he slipped a large stack of porn pictures under the crack between the door and the floor, and waited for her reaction.

Within a few moments the door opened, and a face poked out. It wasn’t Tumblr, it was TinyChat.

“Are you looking for Tumblr?” she said sweetly.

4Chan grimaced at her annoying voice.

“You know I am. Have her come to the door so I can finish trolling.

Another head popped out, taller than the previous one.

"And why would we let you troll our friend?” said AIM.

“Girls, get out of the way. I’m gonna get her, whether you like it or not” 4Chan growled.

A tinkling laugh sounded from inside the room, and the door opened all the way.

“Oh, girls, get out of the way. I’ll deal with him.”

Tumblr, dressed only in a tank top and pajama shorts, was standing in the doorway, clutching the stack of porn pictures. She shuffled through them, and then looked at the gory and violent stills on her door. And then she laughed.

“Oh, Channy, did you really think those were gonna scare me? I mean, have you ever SEEN True Blood? Have you ever read any of the stories me and FanFiction write?” she said, indicating her roommate FanFiction, who was lying on her bed, staring at the mob at the door.

Tumblr continued,

“Seriously, we write about things that would make you cringe. Sonic Screwdrivers go places they were NEVER meant to go. And Severus Snape’s big nose can be very helpful, if you catch my drift.”

4Chan gulped, his pervy mind immediately grasping what she was talking about.

4Chan gulped, unable to speak, as his mouth had suddenly gone very dry. Tumblr noticed this, and, turning to her roommate and friends, asked in her soft, pleasant voice,

“Hey, girls, can you give me and Channy here a minute? Why don’t you entertain all these girls and boys out here?” she said, indicating the crowd that was bunched around her dorm room door.

FanFiction, Aim, and TinyChat swept out of the room, giggling as they went, and, before he could move his feet, 4Chan felt himself being pulled into the room by the front of his jacket.

After pushing her guest into the room and closing the door behind him, Tumblr turned around to face him, hands on hips, hair almost falling out of its messy bun. Before she spoke, Tumblr reached up to pull out the elastic band holding the escaping hairs, and, as she did so, exposed a small strip of smooth, pale skin to 4Chan’s searching eyes.

He had never really looked at Tumblr before; she was in a few of his classes, but they didn’t really have much direct contact. The only common friend they had was Meme, and even then they didn’t hang out with him at the same time. As he looked her up and down, he discovered what he had been missing by not socializing more with her group of friends. Tumblr was a regulation hottie. Not flamboyantly, like Twitter or Facebook; more subtly. She had curves in all the right places, and wasn’t creepily skinny like some other girls. She wore glasses, but not thick, obnoxious ones that made you like you were trying too hard to be “rebellious”. Her eyes were a piercing green, and she had a sprinkling of freckles across her small nose. He lingered for a almost a whole minute on her full lips; almost unable to tear his eyes away from how the lower one was slightly fuller than the larger, and how it looked when she bit it, like she was now.

In truth, Tumblr was examining 4Chan too. She had never looked at him; had only heard stories of his computer skills and ridiculous nerdiness. But she didn’t judge based on others’ opinions; after all, she loved a lot of the same things that he supposedly did. She didn’t really remember why he was even mad.

“So,” she broke the silence, “why are you even here, again?”

4Chan tried to look angry, but he was still sort of preoccupied with tearing his eyes away from Tumblr’s fantastic legs. They looked great in the pajama shorts she was wearing; she actually filled the leg holes, instead of looking like she was swimming in them.

“Uhhh” he began; grasping for some type of answer. “Well, you posted something about trolling me. And, um, people don’t do that…” he trailed off.

Tumblr just laughed at his attempt to look indignant and act tough. She had a clear, silly laugh, one that made everyone else want to laugh, even if the subject wasn’t particularly funny. It was all 4Chan could do to keep himself from laughing.

“Channy, I was really overtired when I wrote that. And I was on a kind of nerd-high from all the Harry Potter and Doctor Who trolling I had done on Omegle for the past couple of days. I didn’t actually intend to troll you, I was just joking around. I think Twitter told Omegle about it, and that’s why this whole mess got started!”

4Chan heard what she was saying, and it made a lot of sense; he really should just forgive and forget, but there was still one thing that was making him angry.

“Stop calling me that ridiculous name” he said, almost growling out the words.

Tumblr smiled, and walked forward, causing 4Chan to back up against the dorm room door.

“What nickname, Channy-boy?”

“THAT nickname,” he ground out, his jaw clenched together from anger. The jocks at his high school used to call him that, and he had never let people call him anything other than 4Chan since entering school at University of Internet.

Tumblr grinned, and pressed closer to the frustrated man in front of her. Their bodies were almost touching, and her face was only inches away from his.

“Hey, Chan, relax a little.”

With that, she leaned the last few inches closer to him, and their lips connected. The kiss was angry, hungry, and sweet, all wrapped up into one physical gesture. Tumblr was sexually frustrated from thinking all her life that she would be forever alone, and 4Chan was angry about being teased by the very girl he felt like he was falling for.

4Chan flipped Tumblr around so he was now pushing her against her own door, and caught hold of both her wrists, pinning them above her head. She laughed her beautiful laugh and said,

“We’re like some type of teen movie, aren’t we, Chan?”

He tried for several long moments not to laugh, but her joy was infectious. They were both soon alternating between hungry kisses and uncontrollable giggles. Soon their forays became more serious, with the laughter dying down, and the kissing and touching becoming more animalistic and passionate. Tumblr finally pushed 4Chan back from the doorway, and onto her bed, falling on top of him. Clothing was soon being pulled off by both parties, and connections of all sorts were being made.

Meanwhile, outside in the hallway, everyone had long since stopped trying to hear what was going on inside of Tumblr’s dorm, and people were getting bored. Luckily, Facebook showed up just then with snacks and alcohol, and a party was started one floor down in the large suite that DeviantArt, Gaia, and LiveJournal shared.

Oblivious to the festivities, 4Chan and Tumblr were getting to know each other better than ever, and as their each neared their climax, Tumblr took her chance to piss off 4Chan in the best way. She maneuvered her way on top, and, while distracting him with some very specific skills, she leant down to whisper in his ear as the exact moment he let go.

“What is air?”

At the moment 4Chan was way too busy drowning in his own climax and the feeling of Tumblr orgasming around him to fully pay attention to what she had said. But several moments later, when they were both catching their breath, he remembered what she had said. Instead of yelling, or getting up to leave, he put an arm around her, pulled her in close, and tucked her hair behind an ear to allow her to hear him better.

“What even” he responded, in a satisfied and blissful voice.

Down below, unbeknownst to both the unlikely couple and the raging party, in one of the few dorms in the Linux Building, a face appeared at a window.

It was MSN, looking out into the cold night, and wondering why no one ever returned his calls or invited him to parties.

Do You Love Me? - Luke Hemmings One Shot

Requested: Nah

Author: Julia

A/N: This will be another one shot series (basically 90% of what I post is a one shot series sooo…. deal) also not edited sorry 

Summary: (Y/N) and Luke had been friends for years, and that soon turned into a small puppy love romance. But (Y/N)’s twin brother Michael hates Luke with a passion. That is until they become close friends, and Luke stops speaking with (Y/N).

“How was school today babe?” Luke asks jumping to sit on the brick wall beside me. The bus should be here soon, and it wasn’t anything new for Luke and I to talk while waiting. “It was fine, your asshole friend thought it would be cool to put gum in my hair. So I had to cut some of it.” I lifted the smaller stands of hair showing him the size difference. “Clay threw the gum at you?” He asked angrily. He’d always been protective over me, even more so with his group of friends.

“Mhm.” I rolled my eyes, seeing my twin brother Mikey walking to meet us at the wall. “I’ll talk to him. I’m sorry he did that.” Lu kissed my cheek, not knowing Mikey was close enough to see. “Don’t fucking touch my sister Hemmings.” Mikey spat at him, looking between us angrily. “Shut up Michael.” I narrowed my eyes at him, silently telling him to back off. “Stay out of it (Y/N), why do you hang around with this ass hat anyway?” I rolled my eyes at him, without answer.

Truth is I know why I hang out with him, I like him, and he’s honestly one of the sweetest boys I’ve ever met. The real question is why does he hand out with me? I know he likes me, and that I like him, but neither of us has ever tried to put any kind of label on our relationship. But both of us knew not to hang around with other people in the way we did. 

“I’ll go wait over there. Talk to you later?” Lu asks sweetly, jumping down from the wall. “No, stay here.” I pleaded, honestly not wanting to talk to Mikey anymore about Luke. He smiled, nodding his head and moving to sit next to me again. I leaned in, placing my arm around his shoulders, kissing him, not caring if Michael saw or not. 

It didn’t take Lu long to start kissing me back, moving his hands to rest on my hips. “For fucks sake!” Michael yelled “Get off my God damn sister Hemmings!” Both Luke and I groaned, looking over to a fuming Mikey. We jumped down from the wall looking at Mikey’s reddening face “And since when do you get to dictate who I kiss, Clifford?” Luke shot back, I bit back a smile at Mikey’s mouth dropped, not used to Luke fighting back. “Since she’s my fuckin’ sister. Stay away from her.” That’s when I decided to chime in, Mikey doesn’t get to decide who Luke or I kiss “Mikey shut up. I’ll kiss whoever the hell I want, as will Luke. Now go away.” I shooed my hands at him mockingly.

“I better not see you near my sister again.” Mikey growled, locking eyes with Luke. The second Mikey had turned his back, Lu turned to me and pulled me close to him and kissed me. With his hands cupped around my cheeks I couldn’t help the feeling of happiness that ran through me. Luke and I have had our fair share of make out sessions, but something about this kiss, and knowing that he doesn’t care if Mikey sees made it so much better.

Seconds later though, something hit both Luke and I in the side, knocking us to the ground. I looked up to see Mikey sitting on top of Luke, punching his sides, and once on the cheek. I moved quickly to where they were sitting on the ground, Luke was yelling at me not to do anything, and Mikey didn’t say a thing, just kept hitting Luke. Without really thinking I punched Mikey in the face, making him stop and glare at me, before getting off Luke and walking away from us. 

“Holy shit are you okay?” I ask Luke, who was looking almost dumbfounded between Mikey and I. “U-Uh. Did you really just hit him?” He laughed, moving to get up, but cringing, moving a hand to his side. “I punched him, yeah. Are you alright?” I asked again, lifting up his shirt to see a large forming purple mark. “I’ll be fine. Next time though, don’t get involved, please. I don’t want you to get hurt, even by mistake.” He pleaded, I quickly nodded my head, and got a cold bottle of water, giving it to him to hold over his side. 

I looked up to see Mikey glaring at both Luke and I, but I couldn’t focus on anything other than his puffy dark cheek. Shit, now I have to apologize for that. Now that the bus was going to be here any second people were running down the sidewalk to get to the bus stop on time, some asking questions about Luke and Michael’s faces, and if there had been a fight.

I ended up helping Luke off the grass, even though it looked painful as hell, and helped him on the bus. I decided to get off at Lu’s just to make sure that someone was home to help him. Hopefully his mum would be there, that way I can tell her what happened, because knowing Luke he’s going to act like he fell or something. Damn boys and their pride.

Once the bus pulled up by Lu’s house, I got off, looking at Mikey to make sure he knew I was going to be here for a bit. He just nodded, and looked away. As soon as Luke opened the door, his brother, Ben started yelling something at him from up stairs about his guitar being in the way of something he wanted to do. “Just move it! I don’t care.” Luke called, walking into the living room, sitting on the couch. 

Moments later, Liz walked in her eyes widening is shock as she saw Lu’s cheek, as it was all puffed up and purple, much like the one Mikey has on his cheek. “Lucas! What on earth happened?” She asked frantically, moving to the kitchen, to get ice I’m sure. 

“It’s nothing mum.” He threw his head back to the back of the couch, clearly not wanting to tell her what happened. He looked at me pleadingly just as his mum walked back in with ice wrapped in a hand cloth “Don’t lie to me.” Liz warned, looking at me and giving me a warm smile. She had always been pretty fond of me, even though my brother was the cause of much of the harm done to her son. “Mum it’s-”

She turned to me “(Y/N). Do you know what happened?” She asked sweetly, Luke knows I refuse to lie to his mum, so he groans again, taking the ice from her waiting for me to answer. “Mikey kinda-” She nodded in understanding, with a small laugh. 

“He sure is protective of you. Luke did you make him mad on purpose?” She looked to Luke sternly, although Lu had tried to make him mad, it’s no excuse to hurt him. “Well yeah but-” She gave him another warning look. “But (Y/N) punched him this time. It was pretty sweet.” He laughed, looking at me. My face had to be beet red right now, I’ve never hurt anyone before, and now I’ve punched my own brother in the face. 

“Oh my, is he okay?” Luke’s jaw dropped at her question “I’m your son! You haven’t asked me if I’m okay!” She shook her head walking back to the kitchen, “You don’t need to be babied Luke. Besides I’m just trying to be polite. Michael is a sweet boy.” Luke laughed humorlessly “Yeah, right up until he’s punching you repeatedly.” He joked looking at me. “I’m sorry.” I said nervously, for the hundredth time in the past half hour. “You didn’t make him punch me, it’s not your fault.” He smiled, kissing me for a moment before Liz came back in clearing her throat. 

I sat laying on my bed, complaining to Becca about how Luke was still ignoring when the front door opened and closed. “I’m home. Calum and Luke are here! Spending the night too!” Mikey called up over the stairs to my bedroom. “Cool! I don’t care!” I yelled back, looking back to Becca. “It’s been four months since they became friends and three months and 29 days since Luke last spoke to me.” It sucked, the second Luke and Mikey became friends, it’s like I was nonexistent to Luke, he’s barely even looked at me the past few months. “Guys suck.” She comforted me, i just nodded my head in agreement, listening to them talk down stairs about some band thing. 

That’s another thing, they started a band. A fucking band called 5 Seconds of Summer what the fuck does that even mean? They’re all idiots, though Calum is the nicest of the three, he at least speaks to me like I’m a normal person. “At least no one has seen Luke around with any girls, he hasn’t seen anyone since he stopped talking to you.” I know she’s just trying to make things better, but in a way that almost makes it worse, he just stopped talking to me for no reason. 

Although if I’m being honest, I know the reason. Michael. I don’t know what happened between them, but as soon as they became friends I was out of Luke’s life. “I need a drink. Want anything?” I ask, getting up from my bed, pulling my hair into a messy bun trying to get some of the heat off my neck.

“I’ll take a piece of Calum if you can get that done?” She joked, Becca has had a thing for Calum since they first met at Mikey and I’s 7th birthday party. “I’m sure you would, but I don’t think I can help with that one hun. A drink maybe?” I laughed, throwing the pillow I’d been laying on at her.

“Water I guess. Then get your ass back up here to help me with this damn math project!” The whole reason our parents had agreed to let Mikey and I both have friends over tonight was they were going out to some dinner for dad’s work. So they didn’t have to deal with five teenagers, although leaving all of us alone most likely wasn’t the best idea, as they know about Luke and I- whatever we were- before. 

I ran down the stairs, hoping to avoid idiots one two and three. Sadly, I wasn’t so lucky, I rounded the corner to the kitchen, and saw that the three of them were rummaging through the cupboards, and fridge. “What in the hell are you three trying to do?” I ask, watching Luke as he dug through the snack cupboard. “Will you make us something? Please (Y/N).” Mikey asked using his puppy dog eyes. 

“And why would I do that?” I cross my arms, scanning the three boys looking helpless in the middle of the room. “Because we’re stupid and don’t know how to cook anything good. And you’re an expert cook, who loves her brother, and tolerates his asshole friends?” Mikey smiled sweetly. “Only because you noted that you’re all stupid, and the two of them are assholes. Though maybe it’s just you two that are assholes. I actually like him” I pointed to Mikey and Luke for the asshole part. Calum gave them a smug smile as he realized I was saying I actually like him. 

“Whatever you say. So you’ll make us food?” Mikey asked happily. I nodded, pushing Luke to the side so I could get in the fridge. “What do you want?” I ask, looking to see we had quite a bit to choose from. The three of them started shouting out answers, and I couldn’t understand over their jumbled words. “Decide amongst yourselves, I’m getting Becca to tell her I’m feeding the children.” I walked to the bottom of the stairs and just as I was about to yell up to Becca, I heard Mikey in a hushed tone.

“Don’t stare at her ass Luke. We may be friends now, but don’t think that means I wont kick your ass again.” I rolled my eyes thinking about Luke staring at my ass. “Becca! I have to feed the idiots that are down here. Bring the project down here!” I heard a slight sigh from my room, but she was getting up and moving around, getting ready to come down to the kitchen.

“Have you made a decision?” I raised an eyebrow, looking between the three of them, seeing Luke’s face is slightly red. “What wrong with you?” I ask, nodding at Luke. “He’s cold.” Mikey said quickly. I looked at him like he’s an idiot, because let’s face it, Luke isn’t cold, he’s embarrassed Mikey caught him looking at my ass. 

“So you just don’t speak at all anymore?” I looked back to Luke annoyed. He opened his mouth to say something but Mikey patted him on the back “He’s saving his voice so he can sing better.” I rolled my eyes, turning away from them, to get veg tables from the fridge “Sure, it’s not like it’s cause he was caught looking at my ass.” I mumbled loud enough so they could hear me. I set the vegetables on the island, looking up to the three of them. Mikey looked pissed, Lu’s face was more red than before, and Calum was doing his best not to laugh.

“Food? Decision been made or..?” I ask, impatiently. “That chicken thing that mom makes. With the hot sauce, and the- the- those.” He pointed to the peppers that I’d gotten out. “They’re called peppers dumb ass. And are you talking about fajitas?” His details weren’t making this much easier. “Yeah. Those. How long will that take?” I thought everything through before I answered “Maybe an hour?” I guessed, as Becca walked into the kitchen, eyeing Calum instantly.

“Between the three of you, none of you know how to make food?” She asked annoyed, as we are supposed to be working on our math project that’s due in a week. “Well I guess we could have but a woman’s place is in-” My eyes snapped to Mikey who was looking at Becca clearly amused. “Finish that sentence, and you’re making your own dinner.” I pointed at him with the knife I was cutting the chicken with. 

He raised his hands in defense, and walked out of the room without another word. “Seriously (Y/N), I don’t get it. How are they so hot, yet so fucking stupid?” I laughed, shaking my head at her, grabbing a pan to cook the chicken in. “Guess they can’t have it all.” I smiled at my own joke as I started preparing the rest of the meal.

Half an hour later, Becca went to the bathroom, mostly to get away from the idiots who were being loud and obnoxious two rooms over. Using the few moments of spare time, I started adding seasoning to the chicken, and singing quietly to myself. I heard someone walk into the room, figuring it was Becca I didn’t think anything of it “What are the idiots doing? Hitting each other with sicks?” I laughed, turning to see not Becca, but Luke. 

“Oh. Uh- Hi.” I say quietly, turning back to the chicken, but only wanting to shove my head in the oven. “Hey.” I looked up at him, as this was the first time in a month and a half he’s said anything to me. “D-did you need something?” I ask, still not turning to face him. “Not really. I just wanted to say hi, I guess.” I bit my lip, not wanting to really talk to him. I would just start thinking about all the good times I had with him, only for him to stop talking to me again. 

“Okay. Well, hi.” I mumble, stiring the chicken, even though it doesn’t need it for another minute or so. When I moved my hand, my wrist hit the side of the hot pan, causing me to jump back in pain. “Ouch, fuck! Shit.” I yell, shaking my hand as I move to the sink to run cold water over it. 

“Shit, are you alright?” Lu asked, at my side a second after I got to the sink, he held my wrist under the water as I sat there trying not to swear more. “Fine.” I finally mumbled, still biting my lip in pain. “Here, let me get you some ice. It might help.” He went tot the freezer, and grabbed some ice, putting it into a small plastic bag, and handing it to me. I looked up at him defeated, taking the bag “Thank you, Lu.” I sigh, holding the cold bag on my wrist.

I looked up to smile at him, but once I did, his hands were on my hips, and his lips were pressed against mine. Without hesitation I smiled, kissing him back, and wrapping my arms around his neck, letting the ice bag fall to the floor. “Woah shit.” I pulled away from his kiss quickly looking to see someone standing in the doorway of the kitchen. 

request part 2?

Hanging Out

Hinata had been waiting in line for what felt like forever. The metal of the railings herding the people on line towards the loading area of the rollercoaster was scorching to the touch. And even though he felt tired and hot in the sweltering summer heat, there was nothing that could distract Hinata from getting on the ride. He had wanted Kenma to come on the ride with him, but he had gotten a swift and clear rejection from him.
“Don’t you want to come on the ride with me?” Hinata asked shaking Kenma’s arm. “They say it makes grown men scream like little girls.”
“Not really,” Kenma said flatly. “I’m going to the arcade. Please inform me when you’re done screaming like a little girl.” Hinata had let him go with a shake of his head and an understanding smile.
Which left him where he was now: hot, impatient, and so ready to get on the ride. The car of rollercoaster came to a stop in front of him on the track, and the safety harnesses lifted, letting all the people off the ride. Excitedly, Hinata practically jumped as the gate opened and the people at the front of the line started to get onto the ride.
Hinata quickly moved towards the very front seats that were still empty. Sliding into the front seat, he pulled the safety harness down over his torso and locked it into place. Practically vibrating with excitement, he barely noticed the person coming to stand next to him.
“Do you mind if I sit here?” Hinata turned his head and swallowed whatever answer he was about to give. Crouching slightly to look at Hinata, was a tall, dark haired, blue eyed guy whose muscular arms were practically shinning in the late afternoon light. Hinata felt his mouth go dry as his eyes raked across his broad chest under his tight white t-shirt, down to his thick thighs in his dark black jeans. “Um? Hello?…. Whatever, I’m going to sit here anyway.”
“Oh! Um…” Hinata blinked as the guy slid into the seat next to him, pulling the harness down over him in one motion. “Yeah, sorry, you can totally sit here,” Hinata finally said eyeing the guy as he adjusted himself in the seat.
“Well, I’m already sitting,” he said dryly. He sent Hinata an almost sarcastic look.
“No– yes,” Hinata said trying to get his heart rate back to normal. He couldn’t believe the hottest guy he’d ever seen was sitting next to him on the rollercoaster, and he was making an ass of himself.
“No, yes?” the guy repeated, raising his eyebrow.  
“I mean, yes you are sitting there,” Hinata said trying to sound normal and failing miserably.
“I’m glad we settled that,” he said frowning.
“Right,” Hinata said. He opened his mouth to say something just as they lurched forward. He ripped his eyes away from the guy next to him and concentrated on the track in front of them. The rhythmic ticking of the ever-increasing incline of the ride started mixing with the fluttering in his stomach. Just as they climbed the precipice and rounded the flat track at the top, the ride came to a violent halt, shaking them. Confused, and partially frightened, Hinata looked around as saw that they were stopped just before the drop of the track.
“Are we really stuck up here?” Hinata didn’t even realize it was the guy that spoke until he turned his head and saw the mild panic in his eye. What was deep blue, was now the black of his blown out pupils.
“Rides break down sometimes,” Hinata said in what he hoped was a comforting voice. “But they always have a plan for when this happens. I’m sure we’ll me down in no time.”
“You sound really sure about that,” he said glancing over at Hinata who did his best to look confident.
“I am,” Hinata lied. He could see that despite being stuck at the top of a very steep incline with a total stranger, the guy seemed to relax, if just a little bit. Hinata felt himself feel a bit better once he saw that he smoothed the other guy’s fear. “So, what’s your name? If we’re going to be stuck up here, we might as well get to know each other a little bit.”
“Yeah I guess so,” the guy nodded weakly after a moment. “Kageyama.”
“I’m Hinata,” he said giving him a bright smile. “It’s nice to meet you– only maybe we could have met in better circumstances,” he tried to laugh, happy that he earned a slight smile from Kageyama.
“Yeah, we definitely could have,” Kageyama agreed dryly.
“But this is a super interesting way to make friends,” Hinata smiled. “Not many people probably make friends this way.”
“True,” Kageyama nodded. “But then again who says we’re friends?”
“Oh,” Hinata said paling. “I was just–”
“Sorry, that was a joke,” Kageyama said grimacing. “I have a really shitty sense of humor, plus it only gets worse when I’m nervous.”
“Oh,” Hinata laughed, feeling his cheeks blush intensely. “It’s ok. I have a terrible sense of humor too, I was just being nice and holding back.”
“Holding back?” Kageyama repeated skeptically.
“Yeah,” Hinata smirked. “Like my instinct was to say something like ‘so, do you hang out here often?’ or something,” he said swinging his feet that were currently dangling just above the floor of the ride a foot below him.
“Ooh, you do have a terrible sense of humor,” Kageyama shook his head in mock disappointment.
“Not as terrible as your face,” Hinata quipped.
“Damn,” Kageyama said wounded.
“I’m kidding,” Hinata said immediately. “Your face isn’t terrible at all.” Kageyama raised his eyebrow at him, and Hinata never wanted to plummet into the ground more in his life. “I mean…”
“Well your face isn’t… terrible either,” Kageyama said like he wasn’t in control of his mouth. Hinata could feel his cheeks burning with embarrassment and he wanted to look away from Kageyama’s face but he couldn’t bring himself to. He could see a dusking on pink on Kageyama’s cheeks and that cause the nervous fluttering in his stomach to increase to a full turbulent twisting.
“Thank…you?” Hinata said not sure if he was being flirted with.
“I mean,” Kageyama began looking nervous and uncomfortable. “I’m afraid of heights.”
“Wait what?” Hinata said feeling like he was going to get whiplash from their conversation. “You are? Are you doing ok? Do you need to close your eyes or something?”
“Yeah, I’m just…” Kageyama turned away looking Hinata. “Sorry, I lied. I got nervous and I said the first thing that came to my head. I don’t know why I said that.”
“Um…” Hinata said feeling confused.
“I’m not even afraid of heights,” Kageyama added. “I’m just nervous from being up here, and you’re making me nervous.”
“I’m making you nervous?” Hinata repeated dubiously.
“Yeah, and I was nervous before I even got on this ride, and I should have known that something horrible was going to happen because it was Tsukishima’s idea,” Kageyama rambled.
“And the only reason I even stayed on the line was because I saw you and I thought maybe I could come sit next to you on the ride, but now I’m acting really weird and we’re stuck here at the top and I’m really nervous right now.”
“Wait, what?” Hinata asked again.
“Just, ignore me,” Kageyama sighed, closing his eyes and leaning his head back.
“No, wait,” Hinata said. He kicked out his leg and hit Kageyama on the shin causing him to wince.
“Ow, what the fuck?” Kageyama cringed.
“I’m not going to ignore you,” Hinata said annoyed. “What do you mean I’m making you nervous and that you stayed on the line because you saw me?”
“Ugh, are you really going to make me explain?” Kageyama whined.
“Yes,” Hinata said impatiently.
“Ugh… fine. My friend dared me to go on this ride and I was going to ignore him but then…” Kageyama trailed off looking embarrassed.
“Then what?” Hinata prompted.
“You’re not…” Kageyama bit his lip. “Well basically I saw you as you walked onto the line and I thought… this is really embarrassing, can I not explain this all?”
“Come on dude,” Hinata said looking at him with frustration. “Are you going anywhere?”
“Fine,” Kageyama frowned. “I saw you getting on line and I thought I could maybe talk to you, so I got on line for the ride.”
“Why did you want to talk to me?” Hinata asked slowly, feeling his heart rate quicken.
“To ask you about your family recipes, why do you think?” Kageyama said sarcastically.
“Are you…” Hinata couldn’t fight his urge to smile. “Are you flirting with me?”
“Maybe,” Kageyama said like it was painful to admit. “I mean, it depends. Is it working at all?”
“Um yeah,” Hinata nodded his head, biting his lip. “It most definitely is.”
“Really?” Kageyama asked like he couldn’t believe it.
“Yes,” Hinata said with conviction. “I mean, you’re like crazy hot, and weirdly adorable?”
“Was that a question?”
“I’m still not sure,” Hinata laughed. “I just find it hard to believe that you would be trying to flirt with me, like…”
“Seriously?” Kageyama asked looking at him like he was crazy. “I was just hoping to maybe sit next to you on this ride, and maybe exchange a word or two about the ride when it was over. But now I get to sit up here,” he gestured around them at the open air high above the amusement park, “with the cutest guy here. And I’m actually talking to you.” Realization just dawned on Kageyama’s face as he said that to Hinata. “I’m actually talking to you. Out loud. And I said that I wanted to flirt with you. Out loud. I called you cute. Out loud.” His face turned red and he looked like he wanted to hide.
“You sure did,” Hinata smiled, and Kageyama only seemed to grow more embarrassed. “It’s totally cool, you know.”
“I–” but before Kageyama could finish his sentence the ride lurched forward and continued its drop down the incline. Not able to look anywhere but forward while the ride was moving, Hinata faced forward but his thoughts were still consumed by the way Kageyama’s cheeks and neck turned red when he was embarrassed. He found himself not even paying attention to the ride as they twisted and swirled around the track. As they pulled into the loading platform, Hinata, along with everyone else on the rollercoaster, was more than desperate to get off.
With the sounds of apologies from the amusement park staff and promises of refunds and free passes fading in the background, Hinata lifted the harness off his torso with a satisfying sigh. He turned to Kageyama just as he slid down from his seat, the harness barely off him, turning and disappearing quickly into the crowd. Disappointed and a little hurt that he would just ignore him like that, Hinata quickly slid out of his seat and down to the floor, chasing after Kageyama.
Trying to move through the rapidly exiting crowd of people, Hinata craned his neck to try to get a glimpse of dark hair and broad shoulders in a tight white t-shirt. Standing in the middle of the pathway, Hinata looked around, scanning the crowds for Kageyama. Just as he was about to give up, he looked over at a small seating area where he saw Kageyama standing next to a taller blonde guy who looked concerned, but also annoyed at being apparently yelled at by Kageyama. Not thinking twice, Hinata ran towards Kageyama.
“Hey!” Hinata shouted as he ran. “Hey, Kageyama!” Blinking owlishly at him, Kageyama turned his head just as Hinata came to a stop in front of him. “Hey, what the hell man, you just ran off.”
“Oh I…” Kageyama said uncomfortably.
“You’re just going to flirt with me like that then run away?”
“Um,” Kageyama gulped, turning red.
“I didn’t even get to give you my number,” Hinata said feeling a bit bold.
“Oh,” Kageyama swallowed. “I didn’t… can I have your number?”
“I’m glad you asked,” Hinata smiled. “Of course you can.” Staring blankly at him for a second, Kageyama then quickly came to his senses and pulled out his phone from his pocket, handing it to Hinata with a shaky hand.
“Here you go,” Hinata said handing the phone back once he finished typing his contact in. “You should call me later today so we can meet up again. Maybe not go on any more rides though. We can play some of the games.”
“Yeah no more rides,” Kageyama breathed. “I mean, yeah. I’ll-I’ll call you. Definitely.”
“Good,” Hinata smiled. “I’ll see you later Kageyama.” As he turned he could hear Kageyama’s friend snort and laugh.
“I’m sorry and you were complaining for what reason again?”
“Shut up,” Kageyama grunted. Hinata could feel his cheeks burning as he walked toward the arcade. He had barely gotten twenty feet away from Kageyama when he felt his phone vibrate in his pocket. Pausing in the middle of the path, he pulled out his phone to see a text from an unknown number.
>So you’re just going to flirt with me like that then walk away?
Hinata beamed down at his phone, feeling the flush spread to his ears. Biting his lower lip with happiness, he turned slowly to see Kageyama standing, watching him a sheepish smirk and his phone in his hands. A slow, giddy smile spread across Hinata’s face as he and Kageyama made eye contact across the path.  

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Mike having to wear glasses to read and getting gray hairs. He hates it, but Ginny finds it extremely attractive

“Gin!” Ginny starts awake so violently that she falls out of bed, still blinking awake as she sits up to look for Mike. He’s standing over her in minutes, jamming his chin in her face as she rubs the smarting back of her head. “Look!”

Ginny continues to squint sleepily, yawning as she asks, “What am I looking at, old man?”

He points to the sides of his beard. “You don’t see these gray streaks?”

Ginny leans closer, squinting at the hardly noticeable silver borders of his still dark beard. “You can’t even see that?”

“Then how did I see it?” he demands.

“With your glasses,” Ginny mutters as she gets off the floor and sits on the bed.

The glasses are another cringe-worthy change for Mike. He insists he doesn’t need them to see, that the ophthalmologist was gouging him with his new readers, but Ginny finds him wearing them more and more. He plops on the bed beside her, huffs, “I’m so fucking old.”

Ginny laughs, shakes her head. “You’re not old. I’m just young.”

He points to his silver temples and smirks. “Lie again.”

Ginny shakes her head again. “I just mean that you only feel old because you’re with someone who isn’t aging at the same time.”

“That doesn’t make any sense, Gin.”

“It does,” she insists. “Remember last week when we ran into Rachel at that party and you said later how she looks different. She doesn’t look different. She’s gotten old too. You just didn’t get to watch her age so it surprised you.”

Mike shakes his head. “We were just 25 though.”

“And I was just 16, old man. Time gets away from you.” She laughs. “At least you’re aging well, though.”

Mike gives a reluctant smile. “You think?”

Ginny nods. “You’re still hot, just in a more distinguished way. Soon you’re gonna have that sexy silver fox thing going on.”

His smile widens. “Oh yeah?”

Ginny rakes her fingernails through his beard. “Definitely.”

“Sounds like you’ve got a thing for old men, rookie,” he teases.

“Just one,” she replies.

Mike isn’t really sure he believes her until she gets home from lunch with Evelyn. He’s sitting beside the pool, reading the newspaper—something that’s become of interest as of late and makes him cringe because it’s Al’s favorite pastime—when he realizes he isn’t alone. He lowers the paper to find Ginny in the chair beside his, her knees pulled up to rest her chin on them as she watches him unabashedly.

He peers at her over the tops of his glasses, asks, “Need something?”

She snorts. “This is how I feel when you watch me get ready in the morning.”

He shakes his head. “That’s different. That’s hot.”

“And this isn’t?” He smirks at her and Ginny shakes her head, insists, “Come on! You’ve got the glasses and your hair’s all wild and I can almost see up your robe—”

“Make your point, Baker.”

Ginny responds by leaving her seat to straddle him. She takes his hand and pulls it between her legs so he can feel the damp crotch of her panties. “Believe me now?”

Mike laughs, though the gesture significantly boosts his ego. “No. Show me a little more, rookie.”

Okay but cc’s descriptions of magnus’ clothes makes me cringe so much like I gotta skip over whole paragraphs of her describing him wearing red alligator capes or leather rainbow waistcoats with no shirt or some shit like that and use my own imagination before whatever ridiculous concoction of leather and glitter and sequins she’s thrown together gets burned into my brain and I can’t unsee it


Today’s News: Julie Tries to Go to a Social Event and It Ends in Tears! (Also: Water is Wet).

So basically my brother was like “come to the concert in the park with me!” and I was like “AHHHH!” but I wanted to go because my bro is awesome but also I didn’t because people+crowds+loud+germs+PEOPLE but I decided to go anyway because I was going to be BRAVE dammit, but then we got there and we sat in the middle of this huge sea of obnoxious people and there was just so much stimulation and all I could think of was how much I wanted to be at home, so I left after 15 minutes. And then I cried all the way home. Yay.

BUT I had a really stellar outfit on and I didn’t want it to go to waste, so ta-da! (Don’t mind my cry face. But I thought it would be good to document the cry face so one day I will look back on this post in 2020 when I can eat food without washing my hands first and I can sit next to strangers without internally cringing, yay)! Sigh. Anxiety sucks. But I’m on some great medication and I’ve got a super supportive family who thinks it’s great that I’m writing a book. 

To all my anxious peeps out there, giant hugs for making it through the day. There are good things out there.