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anonymous asked:

Saeran reacting to MC who is trying so hard to be sexy but feels inadequate so she starts something and drops it, embarrassed

~I’ll make this a little drabble, actually! Thank you so much for the request! 


You played nervously with the lace of your new lingerie, waiting for Saeran to get home. Your heart beat faster with each passing minute and without realizing it you began to chew your bottom lip. 

Saeran had always been the one to initiate things, and lately you began to wonder if you were enough for him. You wouldn’t consider yourself sexy. Hell, half the time your bra and underwear didn’t even match. You didn’t own any lingerie. And in the bedroom you were more shy than anything. Hearing your friends talk about how they acted with their significant others only made you feel worse. What if he gets bored of me? 

So you lit some candles and bought this lace outfit which took you 20 minutes to figure out where all the damn strings were supposed to go as you put it on, and paced around waiting for him and hoping like hell you could do this. 

But when you heard the key in the front door, all of that courage you had built up and washed away in an instant. Without even thinking you ran to the closet last minute and closed the door behind you, crouching on the ground and hoping he hadn’t seen. 

“Are you trying to burn the place down? What’s with all the damn candles?” you heard him ask, followed by the familiar thud of his bag dropping to the ground. 

The door slid open and Saeran towered above you with a furrowed brow. 

“What are you doing down there, idiot?” his face flashed with shock when he realized what you were wearing, and he couldn’t help but smirk. 

“Don’t laugh, you jerk!” 

“I’m not laughing,” his features softened and he held his hand out, bringing you up to your feet, “what’s going on though? This isn’t like you,” he gestured to the lace you were wearing. 

“I was just trying-” you stopped and wrapped your arms to hide your midriff, suddenly feeling very uncomfortable and unable to speak properly, “ I just…don’t want you to get bored of me or anything…” you looked away. 

You heard him sigh, and suddenly you felt yourself pushed against the wall, his hand gripping your wrist and holding it above your head. 

“Saeran!” you stuttered, feeling heat rise to your cheeks. 

“This face right here, the one you make when you’re flustered and shy,” you felt his free hand trail up your side slowly, “it’s one of the sexiest things about you,” he whispered in your ear. 

He kissed you deeply, caressing your curves and pushing you further against the wall with his own body. His fingers teased at your skin, before settling on that spot between your neck and shoulder. 

“And the noise you make, when I kiss you here,” he brought his lips to that spot and bit down lightly before sucking. 

You squirmed in place, unable to control your moan for him. You could feel him smile against your skin before pulling away. His forehead met with yours, his hands gentle and loving as they cupped each side of your face. 

“How can you not realize how much you turn me on?” the pads of his thumbs caressed your cheeks, “you’re sexy in so many ways…I love everything about you…how could I ever be bored?” he looked into your eyes with all seriousness.

“Saeran,” you smiled and wrapped your arms around his neck, kissing him once more and feeling it grow deeper and deeper. 

Reality Check & Park Jimin.

Here’s the thing, I’m probably the number 1000000000000000 person who has said this today but please stop overreacting at everything Jimin does.

In this case it was to Jungkook, he “rejected” him for some of you but if you actually watched the 20 minute interview you’d notice that Jungkook was touchy the entire interview and Jimin had no problems with him, he clearly was teasing Jungkook when he took his hand off his shoulders by how smiley both were after it. Also, after that happened it was Jimin who pulled Jungkook close so people stop overreacting.

Not only Jikook shippers, since I’ve seen some of you who think that everytime Jimin is not in his “sweet mood” as he usually is with Jungkook, you think they broke up.

Please, grow up.

But I’ve also seen other people who were talking about how Jimin only likes to receive attention when he wants, how he’s a scorpio in venus or some shit (which is bullshit tbh) and wants to have a girlfriend, how he’s pissed because they’re still in america, etc, etc…

Please shut the fuck up and chill.

Also guess what, none of you know Jimin personally so please let’s stop making dumb assumptions about the actions of someone you don’t know only because you know their star sign…

Do I need to explain why that is stupid? I don’t think so.

Sorry for the long text, I’m simply pissed off at the immature part of our fandom, thanks.

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i read the tags fyi lol and i love it

…my stories about my weeaboo chemistry teacher have been passed on!!

Using 3D Software as Perspective reference

Hey guys! So basically there’s a post going around about how people can use Google Sketchup and 3DSmax for 3D reference with environments and characters. That was mostly just made for incredibly basic shapes and characters, just blocking out the shot so you have a good reference to work off. I’d modelled quite a bit of an environment for something I was working on myself, and just wanted to show you how having more complex models (just slightly) and setting up a bigger scene for you to use in the long run can also help!

Starting off with the model I have atm (which IS unfinished, but I’m just gonna use it as a demonstration).

(I really hope these can be clicked for full res)

So let’s say I use the above shot. It was modelled after a drawing I’d done, but we’re going with the assumption that it was made first and I wanted to use it as drawing reference instead. Taking into account im by no means a traditional artist, I quickly just drew this:

I sketched over the shapes to attain the look I roughly wanted to go for, then I could just add the details in after. It saves a LOT of time spent thinking, estimating perspective that could REALLY be wrong, and is easily flexible to explore.

Doing Low-Poly modelling is easier and quicker for long shots of environments, and close up shots if they’re basic or cubic. High poly things, I would say Hire someone if you wanna do that unless you already know how to 3D model a bit yourself. If you have a 3D model, you can turn it to every angle and have The Best possible reference for your object/character, and if you’re lucky you can even pose it and make a scene to draw from, giving your drawings more life, and applying the texture and aesthetic you possibly otherwise couldn’t in 3D software.

This is still relatively low poly, but it’s not just basic cubes done in 10 minutes. I’ve laid out the scene and posed the camera taking into account composition with the Rule of thirds, as well as keep hard edges on the trees so it’s known what kind of texture I want them to be! Same going with the stairs, I’d add some extra bumps or slants into them to know I want them to be worn or broken a little.

The only thing that isn’t in here are the details I WAS going to be working on such as the leaves above, and rocks littered around the scene. (The Model of the character up there is actually a high-poly rigged and weighted character I can pose that I made myself, but it could easily be made p quickly in its neutral pose)

It took what like 20 minutes to just quickly sketch these up? It can REALLY help, you just fly around the environment, take a screenshot, sketch over it quickly to get the roughs down of how you want it to look, then you can actually put the detail and colour over it. It also is a great tool to understand how contouring works in shapes.

So you know what angle things are, the curvature of the surface etc.

However, even though this is a greatly beneficial process to use, you DO need to understand how to do basic 3D modelling and how to draw. If not and you have a lot more expertise in only one of the fields, this is a really great technique to use in benefitting someone else. You could model the environment for somebody to good detail and provide them with the model to explore for reference (or if they don’t know how to use the software, ask them about a desired angle and screenshot it). On the other hand, if someone can model but can’t draw, you could also help with that too!

It’s something that you could potentially get a job in doing too, if somebody is looking for an environmental modeller for their graphic novel or webcomic for example, if you don’t have enough experience to use it fully in movies or games.

I’m in the position that I have quite a bit of 3D modelling experience, but I really can’t draw at all, so this also serves as a great tool for me to use personally to improve my understanding of environmental perspective!

I hope this helps C: If you have any questions, feel free to shoot.

The Mysterious Miranda (Chapter 4)

pairing: lin manuel miranda x reader, daveed diggs x reader

summary: Your cousin Anthony drags you along to one of his neighbor’s infamous parties with his girlfriend, keeping you from a night in. Mr. Miranda, the host, is a mysterious man, but that isn’t the part that gets to you.

warnings: cheating (but i mean you knew that coming into this fic), implied sex at the end (but no smut, just strongly implied)

words: 2784 (i aM SO SORRY I WAS SO INTO THIS)

a/n: so here’s chapter 4 to The Mysterious Miranda, my Great Gatsby AU. I wrote it all in one sitting, i think it’s really cute because it’s pretty much all fluff. Here’s the long awaited (at least for me) date. if you haven’t read the first three parts, do that first! feel free to leave any feedback, and my requests are open. 

part one part two part three part five part six part seven part eight part nine

Wednesday had finally come after far too much waiting in your opinion, yet the entire day seemed to drag along. You had tried to pass time by tidying up the house but when you realized you’d already stress-cleaned the entire manor, you opted to read a romantic novel from your library.

Now, your husband was getting ready to leave for his office party and though you may have sounded pushy, it didn’t much matter to either of you.

“Yes, Daveed, I will be home before midnight. Go, have fun at your party, dear!” You assured him for the third time then wrapped his coat around his shoulders as Daveed walked out the front door to leave, laughing softly.

“I’ll see you tonight, refrain from having too much fun without me.” He pressed a kiss to the back of your hand before walking out of the house, leaving you to get ready for your date.

You made your way excitedly to the large walk in closet attached to your room and looked through all of your dresses on hangers, settling on a knee length lavender flapper dress with ruffles all around the hem. There was a ribbon tie that sat around your waist once it was on, so you tied it in a floppy bow resting on your hip.

Using a small silver clip to pin one side of your hair back, you slicked it down to make a curve around the right side of your face. After finishing your hair and makeup, you grabbed your lace evening gloves that matched the dress of choice, smiling at the way your fingers wiggled freely.

As if right on cue, your doorbell rang and you rushed down to greet Jasmine at the door. “Oh, darling it’s so great to see you again!” You gushed at your friend, pressing a kiss to both of her cheeks and she returned the gesture.

“You look absolutely ravishing!” She gasped at the sight of you so you spun around in a circle to show off your outfit, giggling loudly.

“Do you reckon Mr. Miranda will like the outfit?” You slipped on your silver shoes with short heels, grabbing a purse before following your best friend out to her car.

“He’ll be speechless, darling.”

“How could you possibly know that?”

“You didn’t see it, did you?”

You gave her a confused look before she continued.

“The way he looked at you, it was different from how he looks at other girls. He looked at you like the moon and the stars shone out of your eyes. When he sees you, you’re the only thing he sees.”

That left you with a few things to think about.

The two of you got into her car and within minutes, Jazzy had you flying down the dirt road.

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Dirty Imagine #5 - HOLIDAY TO BORA BORA - Part One (For Sophie)

First imagine I’ve written in 11 months, I’m back! This is part one, there will be a part two soon. It’s quite long, but the build up is worth it. This is for Sophie. It’s very sexual, so don’t read if you aren’t into that. 


It was the day of the family holiday. I’d been waiting for this  the whole year. It had been a long and stressful year of high school but finally, I was on holidays. Me and the rest of my family were heading to Bora Bora, a small but beautiful island near French Polynesia. Basically, in the middle of nowhere. I’d never been there before but I’d seen photos and wow – it looked simply amazing.

“C’mon Sophie, it’s 8:30, we don’t want to be late for our flight”

“Coming mum! I shouted back”.

After a 40-minute drive we were at the airport and it wasn’t long until our flight boarded. I sat patiently, browsing Tumblr and Facebook on my phone, until finally, our flight number was called. Within a few minutes we were on the plane and it wasn’t long until take off. I took this time to browse my phone one last time before I had to switch it to flight mode. That’s when I read something that made my heart race. 

“Singer/Songwriter Justin Bieber spotted holidaying in Bora Bora” 

I couldn’t believe what my eyes were reading. Justin was in Bora Bora, literally the same place I was about to go!? While all this was going on, the flight attendants had requested flight mode be activated on all phones. I tried quickly clicking on the article but the internet was slow and the flight attendant soon spotted me. 

“Flight mode now, please” 

I apologised and had no choice but to switch it over to flight mode, which of course meant I couldn’t use the internet, and therefore couldn’t read the article. Damn. 

As the plane took off all I could think about was the article headline. A lot of things were running through my mind. Was it true? A lot of media articles are just false, only written to attract readers. Also, so what if it was true? I would probably never catch a glimpse, and even if I did… He is on holidays. I probably wouldn’t be allowed to bother him. I tried not to think about it too much, but it occupied my mind for most of the flight.

After many hours, we touched down in French Polynesia. From there, we were loaded onto a small-ish barge (boat) that took the people holidaying to the remote island. There weren’t many other people going to the island by the looks of it, just my family, and two other small families. The boat trip took about an hour, and then we had finally arrived at our destination. Bora Bora. 

The place was beautiful, and for awhile I was so blown away by the views that I had forgotten that Justin Bieber could actually also be on this island. We arrived at our resort, found our room and began unpacking.

“First thing I want to do is swim at that nice beach we saw!” said my mum. 

We all agreed, as the water looked crystal clear and fantastic. We finished unpacking and then headed down to the beach. I put on my brand new two-piece bikinis/swim suit. I would be lying if I said it didn’t show off my curves well.

We headed on down to the beach, and it truly was amazing – the best beach I had ever seen in my life. That’s when I saw him. Swimming in the water, I noticed him straight away. JUSTIN. BIEBER. He WAS here! The article was true. He was here, and he was right in front of me! What were the odds of me seeing him at all, let alone on the very first day of the holiday! I couldn’t believe my eyes. My family soon realised something was wrong so I told them.

“That’s Justin Bieber. Right over there, swimming with his friends. OMG. I can’t believe it. He is right there!!” My heart was pounding in my chest and my legs felt like jelly. 

My family all knew how much of a fan I was.

We began swimming but my mind was elsewhere. Should I try and get a photo with him? Just talk to him? He was obviously on a holiday, and I wanted to respect him and not spoil it. I decided that I would just try to say hello to him when he was getting out. So for the next 15 minutes, me and my family swam at the beach, with Justin only about 20 metres away swimming with some friends.

All of a sudden, things took a dramatic twist. Justin started swimming towards me. In fact, he swam right over to me. I froze. I couldn’t even say anything or move my body. 

“You’ve been staring at me for the past 15 minutes”

I stumbled with my words still in shock…

“Uh um I’m so sorry for staring Justin I just can’t believe you are here… I love you so much, I’m so sorry, I didn’t want to bother you because I know you are here on holidays, I’m so sor…”

“Sshhh. It’s okay. So you are a fan… Well that’s very kind of you to not want to bother me on holidays… But I always have time for polite fans like yourself. What’s your name?” 


“How are you Sophie?”

For the next two minutes me and Justin talked. He was the nicest person and he took a lot of interest in what I had to say. He was so polite, and I was so star struck. 

“Anyway, I gotta get going. It was nice to chat to you” Justin said as he gave me a hug in the water. He was shirtless so I felt his back muscles as he hugged me, and they were perfect.

As he headed for the shore I couldn’t help myself. I yelled out.

“Justin! Wait… Can I get a photo with you before you go?” 

He seemed hesitant at first and then I realised why. He was swimming in his undies. 

“Ummm.. I didn’t bring a towel, I wasn’t expecting visitors… Ahh what the heck, it doesn’t matter. Sure, we can get a photo, just don’t put it on social media if that’s okay” he said smiling.

I headed for the shoreline and signalled mum to come as well, so she could take the photo.

Justin reached the shore first but I wasn’t far behind. He came out of the water and turned around to face me. My eyes widened as I looked down at him in nothing but his Calvin Klein underwear. I realised now that I was staring for a long time, but I couldn’t help myself. His bulge in those Calvin’s was massive, and it looked so nice. His whole body looked so nice.

“It’s rude to stare you know” he said to me, as he winked. 

“OH MY GOD, I’m so sorry Justin” I replied, blushing.

“It’s fine” he said, as he laughed. “I get it all the time” he added, this time with a sexy smirk.

I kept blushing, I was so embarrassed. Mum was now at the shore, and I gave her my phone. I stood side by side with Justin and he put his arm around my waist like he does with most photos with his fans. My mum snapped the photo. I thanked Justin and hugged him one more time. That’s when the craziest thing in the world happened.

As I hugged him, Justin ran his hand down my back to my ass, which most of it was exposed because I was wearing my bikinis. He grabbed a handful of my ass and squeezed. 

“That’s for staring, naughty girl” he whispered in my ear. 

He let go of my ass, and he left. I couldn’t believe what had just happened. I immediately felt damp in between my legs, and it wasn’t just water from the ocean. Justin Bieber just grabbed a handful of my ass, and I fucking loved it. 

It was almost dinner time so the family and I headed back to our room, all still chatting about the encounter with Justin. As I said they know I am a big fan, so they were all very happy for me. They didn’t know that he had grabbed my ass though.

We got back to our room and got ready for dinner. It was night 1 and the resort was hosting a big, FREE, all-you-can-eat dinner in the community hall as a thank-you to all the clients staying with them at Bora Bora (it wasn’t cheap to stay at Bora Bora!). I put on a short black dress that was my favourite, and off we went. 

There weren’t many people in the hall, probably twenty max. So it didn’t take long for my breath to be taken away when I AGAIN saw Justin. He was there, sitting at a table with some of his management team. He saw me walk in.

“Hey! We must be staying with the same resort company. Pretty great they are doing this free dinner, huh?”

I could barely find any words “Uhh yeah, yeah. Yeah it’s awesome. I can’t believe you are here again..” I stumbled…

At the point, the memories of Justin grabbing my ass came flooding back and something just snapped inside of me. The people he was with all seem preoccupied so I spoke quietly to him: “What you did earlier at the beach, that was cheeky” I said with a smile and a wink. 

“So you liked it huh?” he replied.

I blushed again. I had to say a quick goodbye as most people were now seated for dinner, so I returned to my seat with my family. Dinner was delicious. After dinner, drinks and dessert came out and it was a free for all. It was time for the people staying on Bora Bora to have a few drinks and chat with the other people, and get to know them. Mum and Dad were off chatting to some older couple which I found boring, so I went and sat at a table by mself with a drink. I didn’t think Justin would stay for this ‘after party’ and I thought correctly – well sort of. Him and his team were heading out the door when he must have seen me out of the corner of his eye.

“I’ll catch up with you guys later” he said to his team as they left.

He came over to me. “You’re all by yourself?” he aked.

“Yeah, mum and dad are talking to some oldies about stuff I don’t care about” I replied.

He laughed.

“So, you never answered my question before. Did you or did you not enjoy me grabbing that perfect ass of yours at the beach” he said, almost aggressively.

Immediately my heart was racing and I felt a tingling between my legs. I was never usually one to talk sexually, and in fact, I never had many sexual encounters with boys in school. But this was Justin, the sexiest man on Earth, and something in me had changed.

“I did enjoy it, almost as much as I enjoyed seeing your massive bulge” I replied. 

“Ohh, you’re good. You’re a horny little girl aren’t you” he whispered seductively.

“Justin… there are people everywhere, you’re making me wet” 

“Whats the matter? I’m making your pussy all wet?” he again whispered, this time right in my ear as he sent shivers down my spine.

Right as he said this, he put his hand on my inner thigh. We were sitting at a table with a large table cloth hanging down, so nobody could see what was going on under the table. On top of that, I scanned the room and everyone, including my family, seemed to be engaged in conversation. I couldn’t believe nobody else in the room even noticed Justin Bieber was here. 

“Yes, you are making it wet, you can’t do this here. Someone will notice”

“Cant I?” he said, moving his hand up under my skirt to my panties.

He ran his fingers along the fabric of my panties, right over the top of where my pussy would be if I wasn’t wearing panties. I felt his finger run over my clit through the fabric and I swear I almost orgasmed right there and then.

“Justin I.. I can’t believe this… I”

“Shhh, I know you want this, you naughty little girl”

I was still speechless, but he was right, I did want it. Before I could say anymore he pulled the fabric of my saturated panties to the side, exposing my pussy to the cool air. He ran a finger up the middle, collecting all my wetness on his finger. He pulled his finger out from under the table and looked me dead in the eyes, before shoving his finger in his mouth. He was a freak.

“You taste delicious Sophie” 

This just made me more wet and now I was hungry for him. He returned his hand under the table and inserted a finger inside of me. I jumped as he did this banging my leg on the leg of the table. I looked around, but nobody seemed to notice.

“You want Justin Bieber to finger your little pussy?” he said calmly.

As much as I wanted to say no because of how many people were in the room, I couldn’t

“Yes… Please Justin”

“That’s what I thought” he replied. He began fingering me slowly, before deciding to add another finger. I was scared at first, but I was so wet his 2nd finger slipped right in. 

“Look at me Sophie” he demanded. 

I looked at him, and he was staring back at me. Whilst doing this he picked up the pace, and he was now fingering me quickly with two fingers. I could feel an orgasm building as the boy I always loved, Justin Bieber, was fucking me with his fingers under the table. His pace only got quicker and quicker and he was looking at me with a look of aggression now. 

I started shaking, trying not to let out any sound at all.

“Justin I’m going to come… Stop I don’t think I can be quiet! Stop!”

He looked around quickly before putting his hand over my mouth with his other hand 

“Do as I fucking say, you’ll cum on my fingers right now Sophie. Come on, cum on Justin’s fingers! You want to perv on my bulge at the beach? Well you’ll cum on my fucking fingers when I ask you to!” he said aggressively in my ear, still covering my mouth. 

I let out a big moan – luckily he was covering my mouth. My orgasm arrived. Justin kept fingering me as fast as he could without being seen, and I was now shaking. FUCK it felt good, it was the most intense orgasm I had ever had in my life. I felt all my juices come running out, I cummed more than I ever had in my life, and they went all over Justin’s fingers that were still instead me. After my orgasm washed over me, he left his fingers inside me. He kept staring me dead in the eyes. I had a quick look under the table and saw my juices running down his fingers onto his hand and even down his arm. A few seconds later her took his hand out and showed me. It was saturated with all my juices. He looked at me, and one by one sucked every one of his fingers clean.

“Look at you, you’ve made a mess of the floor”. 

I looked down to see that some of the juice from my pussy had landed on the floor. That’s how wet I was and that’s how big my orgasm was. I bet whoever had to clean that had no idea what it was, that made it kind of hot.

I stood up from the table, out of breath. 

“Justin, that was fucking amazing”.

He smiled. “Give me your number, I’m not done with you. You’re a dirty girl Sophie”. 

I gave him my number and headed off back to the room. My family was still talking to other people on holidays, they had no idea Justin Bieber had just fingered me and made me cum in a room full of people. As I made my way back to my room I realised I still had juice running down my leg just thinking about what had happened.

This was going to be the best holiday ever.

Tipsy Review by request {TVD 1x28 nope, 1x18}

1.       Legit though I think the DE thing would’ve worked better if they just made Elena a sociopath.  

2.       Also who gives a shit about DE right now when Stefan is doing fucking pull ups, omg those ARMS though.

3.       And now push ups. Omg.

4.       “I haven’t hunted a human in way too long” but Damon, you kill them for sport. Shut the fuck up.

5.       Guys, guys, I don’t think you appreciate Stefan’s arms in this episode. But like why is he in a wifebeat though? Why can’t he just be topless. They did this on purpose and it’s mean.

6.       Tispy Zal is a little thirsty. I recognize that.

7.       You know in 1x19 Damon is all like I’m glad Stefan fed because he’s finally accepting who he is but I legit just think Damon liked having the moral high ground.

8.       Jeremy cut your hair. Why do we wait an entire season for this to happen?

9.       Oh Bonnie returns this episode. Finally.

10.   Elena, when Matt tells you his mom was about to strangle Caroline if she cooked more lasagne, this is when you, as a friend, say that Caroline is just trying to show empathy the only way she knows how, not just go “ah.”

11.   I like how everyone in the council paints John as an extremist and a jackass when he’s the only on who is actually on task.

12.   “Why does she hate you?” “We used to sleep together.” Legit, TVD, what fucking uncle says that to his nephew? Like.

13.   I fucking love that Elena rubs Stefan’s shoulders when she asks how he’s doing.

14.   And the way Stefan says “I missed you too.” Paul does this thing with Stefan where it starts off lighthearted and then he subtly gets more intense and gives Elena that stare (and I had an entire gifset on that stare) and suddenly Elena is on her back.

15.   “Ah just like I remembered.” “Stop messing around.” Elena, would you not be like um, excuse me? When were you were?

16.   I meant here. When you were here. No. When were you here. Lol. You guys asked for a tipsy review, I’m just saying.

17.   Damon, legit stop rifling through a teen girl’s underwear drawer.

18.   I remember everyone saying how much tension there was between Damon and Elena in this scene and it’s literally Damon invading Elena’s space and Elena shrinking backwards and trying to talk about Stefan without being derailed.

19.   Also Elena and Damon have a conversation about how deep down Stefan is like Damon or has a Damon in him because he’s a vampire so yet again, it’s proof that Elena is more like Stefan as a vampire because she has the exact same conversation with Damon about her nature. If Damon is literally justsupposed to be representative of vampirism personified — I somehow think that was redundant but whatever — if he’s essentially all of the base parts of vampirism period then it’s not unique if Elena can relate to him when it comes to the base parts of her vampirism because he’s that representative for everyone.

20.   Jesus, I hope that made sense.

21.   Hey, see how Stefan is spiralling out of control? Maybe he should call Lexi to help him through it. Oh that’s right he can’t because Damon was an asshole and killed her. On his birthday. An eternity of misery, dude took that oath to heart.

22.   Omg only 13 minutes have gone by, I should stop talking.

23.   Or writing.

24.   This is all gibberish anyway.

25.   I like Elena’s jacket when she’s taking that walk with Jeremy.

26.   Lol Stefan stole that drink like a boss.

27.   Tyler  and Matt, walking from one side of the room to the other side with a bottle doesn’t make you invisible, at least go to a different  room.

28.   No one notices that a 17 year old boy (Stefan) is just drinking?

29.   Stefan, honey, I love you, I love how you dance with Elena but what are you doing with Kelly? You’re dancing like a grandpa.

30.   “Do you know what your brother’s been up to?” “I’ve been too preoccupied with yours.” Damon and Elena talk like in-laws.

31.   Why would John tell Damon he knows Damon is a vampire? Why not just kill Damon?

32.   What’sherface, Kelly, that actress, Miranda something? I think? Either way, she’s always the same person in everything I’ve seen her in. Kelly is basically Julie Cooper from The OC and even in Entourage when she plays a version of herself she’s another version of Julie Cooper, so I have to wonder, is she JUST Julie Cooper? Like is that who she is?

33.   Kelly, Tyler just spoke about how he was a trash boyfriend to your dead daughter so you take that as an opportunity to kiss him? Girl, I know you’re a mess but do you have to be that much of a mess?

34.   Although I do like the line “It’s like I don’t deserve to miss her.”

35.   “I don’t have anyone to talk to.” “I don’t have anyone to talk to either.” Lol, both of you legit have Matt, stop playing.

36.   Also Tyler and Kelly making out in PUBLIC and NO ONE is scandalized that the mother of the dead girl is making out with the dead girl’s boyfriend? FUCKING DETAILS, TVD.

37.   Also Tyler legit made out with Matt’s mom and then choked Matt. Like he’s a TRASH friend.

38.   I get that his werewolf gene agitates his aggression and I’m on board with that and they do a good job of them being like YO, TYLER, WHAT THE FUCK IS UP WITH YOU but Tyler is also just a dick in season 1 so the combination is thoroughly unfavourable.

39.   I think I might be sobering up a little. Maybe.

40.   LOL I love how Damon is like “Do you wanna hear about how I killed Uncle John Gilbert?” and the way Stefan says, “What?” Paul plays drunk subtly but it’s done very well.

41.   It’s interesting, I like Matt and Stefan as friends (even though nothing comes from it) but it would’ve been cool for Tyler and Stefan to sort of bond this season too over Tyler having rage he can’t control and Stefan having a monster in him that he tries so hard to control. I dunno

42.   What is it about John that he can just show up and be a part of the council like nothing, go to the founder’s party and ring that bell? Like why is he heralded? It can’t just be because he’s a Gilbert.

43.   Here is the thing, the show is making it seem like it’s such a huge deal that John knew Isobel who is Elena’s birth mother who is Alaric’s ex-wife but, like, so what? He knows that vampires exist simply by being in the council, so why would it matter at this point in time that he would know Isobel? LIKE WHO CARES?

44.   It also makes no sense that Alaric would team up with Damon to kill John. Alaric, are you not also a hunter? Should you not be a part of the council? Your sudden allegiance to Damon makes literally no sense.

45.   I do kind of love that Stefan shows up to Elena’s house to let her know what’s going on with him instead of just trying to shrug it off alone because they rely on one another now J

46.   And when he hugs her. “I love you so much.” Man, I feel that shit in my BONES. And the way Elena hugs him, like trying her best to take away all of his doubt and agitation. That earnestness, man.

47.   Seriously, if Damon’s endgame was to apparently get Stefan to face his true nature and help him then he would’ve said it by now instead of continuously tempting him to drink blood by leaving glasses around the room and walking away, it’s a fucking power play.

48. Bonnie did not return this episode. That was 121. Ugh.

OK! I am DONE J Hope you enjoyed my semi-coherent review!

Build A Boyfriend - Yongguk

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This was a disaster. Could this day get any worse? First off you had had a ton of work to do before you got off work. Then your oh so lovely boss gave you even more files to finish before you left. Then your car broke down which resulted to you calling a repair man who said it would take 30 minutes. He got there in 45 minutes. Then you had to walk to your apartment. And the best part? It started raining. Apparently the heavens decided Seoul needed more rain. It was just not your day. To top it off your friends have been calling and texting non stop to get you to go out with them. You would go, if you weren’t going to become the 5th wheel. You politely declined each of their requests to go out. All you wanted to do was put on some comfy clothes and curl up on the couch watching your favorite drama. And that’s exactly what you did. Since it wasn’t airing on the TV, you decided to grab your handy dandy laptop and watch it from there.

“Why is there so many ads? What is this drama fever?” You asked to no one in particular. You mindlessly scrolled down the page, lazily glancing over the ads as you went until one in particular peaked your interest.

“Build a boyfriend?” You muttered in interest as you clicked on the ad in curiosity. The ad then took you to a page with what seemed like endless questions. You glanced at the clock to see it read 6:30 and you thought ‘eh I’ve got nothing better to do.’ And started answering the questions. You giggled to yourself at how some of the questions were worded but nonetheless you still answered honestly. Once you had finished you found that only 20 minutes had passed. You reread your answers and once you were satisfied clicked submit. It then proceeded to thank you for your answers and closed out of the page entirely. “Alrighty then..” You shrugged going back to watching your show. About 3 hours later a sharp knock came to your door. You groaned, thinking it was one of your friends coming to bug you about getting a boyfriend. ‘Why wouldn’t she? She’s don’t it before.’ You thought as you prepared yourself to open the door. You counted to 3 and swing the door open. Except one thing, it wasn’t who you were expecting.

Tall stature, hair styled up, dark brown eyes and a lovely smile greeted you. The male had on casual street wear with his ripped jeans and red t-shirt paired with some sneakers. He looked like he stepped straight out of a fashion magazine. You continued to gape, resembling the face of a goldfish.

“Hello, are you y/n?” Holy mother of Jesus, his voice was like liquid gold. His voice was deep and alluring quickly putting you in a trance. You continued to stare not saying a word. 'Who is this beautiful male and how does he know me?’ You were broken out of your thoughts as he waved a hand in front of your face. “Huh? Y-yeah I’m y/n.” You stuttered slightly. He smirked slightly and gently caressed your cheek. You felt your cheeks heat up as he touched you. The combination of his smile and eyes made your mind go blank for a minute. “Well y/n, may I come in then?” He asked smiling. You blinked once, twice, three times. “W-wait! Hold on! Who are you?” You questioned as said male walked into your apartment closing the door and kicking off his shoes.

“I’m yongguk, your boyfriend.” Your eyebrows shot up. “Boyfriend?” You questioned puzzled. Yongguk smirked at your confusion. “Yeah. Your boyfriend. Remember jagi, you built me?” You blinked mind racing through your day. By now he had backed you against the door slightly smirking at your flustered state. That’s when it hit you. “Wait hold on just a minute buddy. The build a boyfriend ad questionnaire? That thing was legit?” Now you were just plain out baffled and it showed on your face. Yongguk once again chuckled and leaned down to nuzzle his nose with yours. “Well I’m here now aren’t I?” You sighed. 'I regret making you sassy.’ “Oh but you love my sarcasm and sass though.” You blinked again. “Did I just say that out loud?” Yongguk chuckled. “Yes. Yes you did.” He leaned down closer just a few inches from your lips. He looked up in your eyes silently asking permission. With a hesitant nod, yongguk’s lips were on yours. You hummed slightly as his lips caressed yours softly sending sparks through your body. His arm wrapped around your waist tugging you closer while the other hand gently caressed your cheek with his thumb. You slowly wrapped you arms around his neck relaxing your body immediately. Yongguk pulled away slightly to let you breathe. He slightly chuckled kissing your nose as he took in your dazed expression. Yeah, you were definitely O.K with this. You thought to yourself as you let Yongguk wrap you in his warm embrace made only for you. The perfect ending to a terrible day.

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Dan and the warlock.
I do apologize for the grammar I wrote this rather quickly on my phone but do enjoy.

Dan couldn’t believe himself he had just finished eating his 10th plate full of food yet he was still hungry though so he stood up and made his way back to the buffet his eyes settled on some desserts he saw he filled up 4 plates before heading back to his table. Mid way through his plate he got a glance of a obese man. Dan thought he would never let himself get that big looking at Dan you would never know that he was a glutton it’s true Dan was 6'2 and weighed 178 pounds of muscle he worked out 7 days a week in order not to let himself get obese. The obese man was walking towards Dan and Dan felt compelled to call the guy out on his obesity as the man passed Dan, Dan stood up and touched the mans fat stomach and started talking yo tubby you might wanna start cutting back on the food we can all tell you love it but leave some for the rest of us here. The fat mans face was shocked he couldn’t believe it he knew he was obese but here was a man who was physically fit but he was lost in his gluttony. The man started talking he told Dan that when he wakes up in the morning he would be 600 pounds of pure fat gone would be his six pack in its place would be a stomach so massive when Dan looked down he couldn’t see his legs, gone would be his chiseled face in its place would be a rounded out face with dimples and a double chin that his any forms of a neck also gone would be Dan’s designer clothes in there place would be nothing but sweats. Dan couldn’t help but laugh at the man yeah right Dan replied there is no way I can go from 178 pounds to be 600 pounds of a porker over night you’re right said the man you’re gonna weigh 750 pounds now and have a serious food addiction and with that the obese man was on his way. Dan sat back down and continued on with his food he got back up for another 6 plates of food he couldn’t believe what the man said, and better yet how rude he was to Dan, Dan was simply trying to help the man realize how big he was Dan left the buffet sometime latter on his way out the cashier shouted see ya later big guy. Why would he say that Dan thought sure his stomach was distended from his gluttony dinner. Dan made his way home and slipped into his favorite silk pajamas he made his way to his bed and drifted off to sleep. Dan woke up sometime after 9 am he attempted to get out of bed only to realize he couldn’t after several attempts he finally succeeded and arose out of his bed, he started walking to his bathroom he felt different but he couldn’t place his hands on it. He turned the bathroom lights on and headed towards his mirror once there he was greeted by the image of a very obese man, the man staring back at Dan was himself. Dan freaked out and started touching himself all over he was covered from head to toe in fat, he couldn’t see past his stomach his hands couldn’t even come close to touching the end of his stomach. His neck was a whole other story gone was any form of a neck in its place was a double chin that blocked his head from turning. The next thing he noticed were his man boobs gone were the pecs that he worked so hard to get in their place now rested two giant globs of fat. Dan attempted to look at his feet but couldn’t no matter how much he tried he just couldn’t see past his stomach. Dan stepped on his industrial scale which promptly spoke 709 pounds Dan was furious he stormed out of his restroom and into his closet gone were his designer clothes in their place was nothing but t-shirts and sweats he grabbed a sweatsuit and went back into his room he attempted to put on his pants only to realize that he couldn’t lift his legs like he used to he had to lay down on his bed and then out his pants on which took 20 minutes of Dan struggling. Dan looked at the tag on the shirt which promptly read 9XL Dan was pissed what had caused him to gain this much weight over night, Dan then remembered his conversation with the obese man from last night and as if on cue Dan’s stomach let out a load groan Dan knew he needed to eat and fill up his tank. He threw the shirt on and promptly waddled out to his car which sank as soon as he got in. Dan drove with haste and pulled quickly into the breakfast buffet and waddled in and paid the cashier who looked rather dumbfounded he had never seen a man of Dans size. Dan made his way to the buffet line he grabbed a tray and started filling it up with anything in sight he made his way over to a table he pulled out a chair he sat down only to realize that he needed another chair he grabbed another one and started digging into his food, he finished his first tray in less than 10 minutes and was onto his next he continued this for another hour finally feeling quite full and bloated he stood and waddled his way to the restroom once in the restroom Dan took another glimpse at himself his once clean shirt was now covered in food and his shirt now slightly exposed his belly, Dan started rubbing his stomach, Dan thought he could get use to this lifestyle not having to work out and getting to eat everything in sight he used the restroom and made his way back to the buffet line he was ready for his next round of food. While filling up his tray someone came up and started talking to Dan, Whoa tubby you need to cut back on the food intake and leave some for us. Dan looked up and it was the obese man from yesterday except he was different he was thinner. If you’re wondering why I look different from yesterday it’s because I gave you all one my weight plus another 200 pounds you see Dan I’m a warlock and I loved being obese you on the other hand ate food like there is no tomorrow while not gaining any weight thanks to your work out so when you called me out I decided you needed to be taught a lesson so enjoy your obese life now. All Dan heard went in one ear and out the other all Dan could focus on was food he wanted to eat it all and that’s what Dan did.

No, It’s Bucky: Part 4

Type: Reader insert

Relationship/pairing: Bucky/Reader

Word count: 1,268

Reader and Bucky reunite after the reader returns home to work after 6 years of no contact.


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A/N: Omg it’s been so long, but hey I’m back! I was going to make this Christmas themed but considering it’s Boxing Day I think it’s safe to say that that time has passed, so I just made it set somewhere in the Winter. It’s really dialogue heavy and feels kinda rushed in some areas, I’m kinda rusty tbh but I’m hoping to start writing more frequently again. So if anybody has any prompts/requests I’m down ;)Thank you @portable-imouto for this awesome request, I hope you like it!

Prompt: Christmas AU where the reader and Pietro get snowed in because of a sudden strong snowstorm and they are stuck at the reader’s house. :)

Warnings: Mentions of netflix and chill? 


“Snowed In” 

This was bad.

“Shit!” Pietro cursed as he again sped into the door. 10 feet of thick snow on the other side. Last nights storm had  taken you both by surprise.              

“Would you stop?! You’re going to break yourself well before you even make a crack in that door!”

Pietro’s brow furrowed. “What do you want me to do? Just sit here and wait for the spring?!“ 

Rolling your eyes, you chuckled.

“Don’t be so dramatic” you teased.

Honestly, it wasn’t like you were any happier about it, but you had always prided yourself in keeping a level head even in the most stressful of situations. Pietro on the other hand, was a little more ‘free’ with expressing his frustrations.

“I have been on a mission almost everyday for the past five months. That is five months of constant moving and I am exhausted Y/N. I want at least one relaxing day this frantic year. Do not tell me to stop being dramatic” Pietro seethed.  

He was right of course. Being an Avenger was not everything it was praised to be. People saw hero’s in high tech outfits punching out the bad guys and saving the day, end if story. But what they didn’t see is the countless hours of training, researching, traveling, and occasionally acting undercover for missions. Once a mission was complete, you were being briefed on your next one not 12 hours later. It meant countless nights training and briefing overtime for the safety of countless others. It was a full time job and a very tiring one at that. But you wouldn’t want to be doing anything else. You knew Pietro felt the same way, there’s no way he would have stuck with the team for as long as he did  if he didn’t. But people cracked under the tiresome efforts of your occupation sometimes. You’d seen many of your teammates go through it before, so you understood. Truth be told, you were near cracking yourself, but you were a much more private person than Pietro.

“I know Piet, but there’s nothing we can do right now. We’ve already called Steve, he said that they’ll be able to clear the snow in a few hours. All we need to do is hang tight until then, okay? Then you’ll be free to do whatever you so desire” you said, attempting to calm some of the anger you had invoked in the speedster.

He sighed and looked at the door a few more seconds, as if deliberating if it was worth trying to slam into it one last time. Slowly, he turned towards you nodding

“You’re right. I..uh…sorry” he sighed, slowly becoming more calm.

“Sorry to tease” you smiled warmly.

At that he scoffed.

“Oh please, you’re not sorry at all” he replied with a playful smile, walking closer towards you.
“Okay, no maybe I’m not” you chuckled.

Sitting down on the couch, you looked at your window completely covered in white. Although Steve said he had people coming, it would surely be awhile before help came. You weren’t the only ones in your neighborhood in your position. Avengers or not, you and Pietro would have a pretty long wait ahead of you.
“So what shall we do?” You asked

“Well we just got up, so we can’t just sleep. The T.V signals down. Do you have any movies? Or food?” He asked

“You’re asking me if I have food?” You raised an eyebrow.

“No I know you have food. I just mean good food. Something besides hummus and crackers” he teased.

“So now you’re criticizing my food choices huh? Dick.” You smiled heading towards your kitchen.

Lazily opening your fridge  you were surprised to see that you didn’t have as much food as you thought you did. A jar of peanut butter, hummus, a can of smoked oysters, kraft dinner, some soup, and a loaf of bread.

“So no then” you heard a voice say right beside your ear.

startled, you jumped back into Pietro, who was now laughing his head off

He knew you hated it when he used his powers to sneak up on you, so of course he did it as often as he could.

“Fine then, no food” you shurg

“Oh c'mon Y/N, can I not have a little fun?” He said wiggling his eyebrows

Reaching into your fridge he pulled out the first thing his hand came into contact with.

“i very much like” he furrowed his eyebrows “smoked oysters? What the hell Y/N?” He laughed

You chuckled in response “they’re good. If you like them so much, go ahead and have them” you said knowing full well he hated seafood of any kind.

“Well, maybe later” he said

“We could watch a movie? How’s that for a relaxing day?” You smiled

Pietro walked closer to you, crossing his arms.

“Are you referring to…what is it called?.. Netflix and chill?” He smirked

You scrunched your face and pushed him away

“I’m not having sex with you Pietro”

“Sex with you? What are-”

“I know you like to joke but that’s a little far, don’t you think?”

“Y/N why would I have sex with you? Is Netflix not a movie provider?”

“Yes it is! And the chill…do you not know what Netflix and chill is Pietro?” You raised an eyebrow

“I..uh…is it not watching movie while ‘chilling’? Relaxing? I do not understand how you think I am asking for sex” he said, genuinely confused

Embarrassed, you felt a blush creep to your cheeks.

“Oh God. I’m sorry. I..well… Netflix and chill is a reference for sex. I thought you knew that, sorry Piet.”

He smiled “its fine Y/N, don’t worry” he paused “I mean, unless you do-”

“Oh my God” you said putting your head in your hands

The Maximoff laughed “I’m just kidding Y/N please. I’d like to think I’m more classy than that. Really, what movies do you have? We’ve only burned” he looked at the clock “7 minutes” he said.

“I have a shelf in the living room” you said, walking towards it, Pietro following not far behind.

It took you around 20 minutes to finally choose a movie. You only had about 15 in your apartment but Pietro was quite picky with what he wanted to watch. Finally, you convinced him that ‘The Outsiders’ was a good enough choice.

“How good can a movie be with a guy called ‘Ponyboy’ in it?” He asked

“Trust me Piet, its a classic” you replied putting the disc into the DVD player.

“Okay, I’ll trust you on this one” he smirked

“Good, as you should” you said, mirroring his expression.

You grabbed two blankets for each of you from the closet and you both settled in.

“This is not so bad” Pietro mumbled a few minutes into the movie

You looked over at him with a small smile

“see? I told you it was good”

“No, is. I’m talking about today” he said, meeting your eyes

“Yeah, movie days are always good. Back to the grind before we know it though”

“Don’t remind me” Pietro groaned. “Though we are on a mission in Spain on Tuesday, that won’t be so bad I suppose”

“Well, someone’s gotta save the world” you smiled.

He chuckled, “yeah, someone”

Steve texted you about an hour later, saying that they’d be there within the next hour and a half, both to yours and Pietro’s excitement. But in the meantime, you were both perfectly content watching movies and laying on the couch.

Although you both were trapped by 10 feet of snow, it was looking to be a great day after all.

“Did you get a flu shot?”

Did you get a flu shot?

Yea, why? The

Y'know I’m really glad you were smart and did that 😬

Can you come over please? It’s an emergency, I’m dying 😲

Do you have the flu or something?

Yea..can you please come cuddle me 😩 ? You don’t have to if you don’t wanna put yourself at risk to get sick

Rule #1 of life - never turn down a cuddle no matter how infected it may be.

Well you have to bring soup too

Doctor’s orders 😶

Sure 😂



Don’t push it kid

You sat, or maybe lied there would be a better description, waiting for Michael to show up. You had just come home from the doctor, getting a diagnosis of having Influenza A, the worst type of the Flu. Wrapped up in as many blankets you could find, you were trying to get some heat to your body. It had been about 2 hours since you’d arrived home from the doctors office; which means you’ve been in bed for two hours.

Your body ached, it seemed as if muscles you didn’t even know you had were aching too. Your body was on a constant teeter between hot and cold. It was like there was a bickering married couple is your body fighting over what temperature they wanted the thermostat at.

The only way you ever got any actual rest was when you took enough medicine to knock you out. It had been about an hour since you’d taken any medicine but you were still fighting off the sleep, trying to stay awake long enough to greet Michael.

Drifting in and out of sleep, it had been about 20 minutes before you heard the doorbell ring, indicating Michael had arrived. From the crack in your door you could hear your father greeting Michael as he walked in your house.

“How are you young man?” Your dad greeted, more than likely giving Michael the usual, ‘I’m gonna smile at you because my daughter seems to like you since she keeps bringing you around, but deep down I really hate you because you have a penis and you’re close to my daughter’, smile.

Michael had always said the odd looks never bothered him, so he’d always just respond with “I’m good sir. Is Y/n home?” Even if he already knew the answer. After Michael and your dad finished up their greeting, you could hear Mike’s heavy steps making their way up the stairs and to your room. Stopping at your door, he peaked through the crack in your door, knocking to see if it was okay for him to come in.

“Come on in Mike.” you weakly called out to the boy standing behind your door. He shuffled in your room, the small light in your hallway illuminating parts of his face and his now blonde hair as he did so. Michael walked towards the lamp on your bedside table, turning it on as he placed your soup and tea in the empty space of the table.

“Y'know you put me in a very odd position today in English.” Michael started, informing you about his day at school as he turned the light by your bed on. “Ms. Smith made me be partners with Abigail. I mean I can handle being partners with that Joe kid that has terrible breath, or even with jumpy  jockstrap Jackson, but ABIGAIL?  That’s unforgivable. Ms. Smith is just asking for a war to emerge.” Michael shook his head as he thought about today’s events.

You rolled over hiding from the light that had just shone in your face, the brightness contrasting with your previously pitch black room. “Did you have to turn the light on?” You groaned as your body began to ache from your change in position.   “I was enjoying the dark abyss vibe my room was giving off.” Michael just chuckled at your complaining.

Taking advantage of the space you’d just created on your bed, Michael laid himself down next to you, crossing his arms behind his head and laying his head against his hands. A smile crept onto his face as he became comfortable.

“Michael?” You mumbled, him humming in response. “I don’t want to sound like a raging bitch, but I have the flu and the whole purpose of me asking you to come over here was so you could feed me soup and act like my human blanket, I did not invite you over so you could just take up space in my bed.” You tried not to sound mean, but him just lying there wasn’t helping with your empty stomach or you cold chills.

“Oh-shit, yeah sorry.” He sprung up, opening the brown Panera bag and grabbing your chicken noodle soup and the small loaf of bread that came with it. Grabbing a spoon, he laid back on the bed sitting the food in his lap. “Would you like me to feed you like you are an actual baby or are you going to sit up and eat?” He asked, genuinely wondering how this was going to work.

“I’ll sit up. Just give me a second to prepare.” You sighed, trying to muster up enough strength to move. Pushing yourself off of your side, you rested your head on Michael’s shoulder. Michael looked down at you, chuckling at your exhausted state.

“Don’t laugh at me.” You nudged him with your shoulder. “Having the flu is a lot of work.” You huffed.

“Yeah, that’s why most people get the flu shot, so they can avoid this.”

“I would’ve gotten the shot…if someone had reminded me. Besides, I’ve only gotten the flu shot once, which made my arm hurt for two days, and the other 99% of my life when I didn’t get the flu shot, I was flu free, so I figured what were the odds that I’ll actually get the flu now if I haven’t so far?” You shrugged. Michael just nodded at your reasoning, somewhat understanding your logic. “Look, can I just get my soup?” You snapped, becoming annoyed with your own negligence. Michael handed you your soup putting his hands up in defense.

“Here. Will you calm down now? Gees. Y'know I took the time out of my precious day to come and help your infected ass and all I get is snapped at. You didn’t even think to say thank you.” He grabbed his chest and pretended to wipe tears from his eyes. You didn’t even notice the over dramatic boy sitting next to you. He looked down at you as you basically inhaled the food in front of you. Noticing someone was watching you, you looked up at him, meeting his gaze.

Your mouth full of soup and bread, you tilted your head back trying to swallow faster. “Thank you?” You mumbled, wiping your mouth with your sleeve. Swallowing completely you tried to redeem yourself, “I’m sorry Mikey I’ve just been pretty hungry and tired lately, and it’s not like my family is helping me. I had some frustration and I took that out on you. I am oh so sorry for hurting your feelings.” You tried not to sound sarcastic towards the end of your apology. You held eye contact with each other, you trying to make the best puppy dog face, and him trying to stay mad.

Michael could never stay mad at you for long, and 10 seconds later, the corners of his mouth were turning upward into a smile. “Ugh. Y'know I hate those puppy dog eyes.” He slumped back into your bed and crossing his arms across his chest. You laid back down on his shoulder getting comfortable.

“Yeah, yeah. Just hand me my tea please.” He laughed at his pouting. He stretched his long arm to the side, grabbing your tea and giving it to you.

“I don’t know why I keep hanging around you. You’re such a bully to me.” He whined, throwing his head back.

“I know why.” You said, sipping on your tea.

“Oh yeah? Why?” He smirked, awaiting your answer.

“It’s because you love me.” You shrugged, not making a big deal out of it. Michael jumped up, springing you forward with him.

“Ha. W-What are you talking about? Michael stuttered, becoming nervous and starting to blush.

"Well I would assume you love me seeing as I am your best friend.” You stated in a matter of fact tone.

“Oh. Right.” Michael laid back down on the bed, relaxing again.

“Yeah what else would I be talking about?” You questioned.

“Nothing.” He snapped back at you.

“…whatever you say man.” You chuckled it off, not having the energy to actually interrogate him. Becoming incredibly tired, you handed Michael your tea so he could place it back on your bedside table. You cleared the rest of your food off of your bed too, which really meant you just put it back in the Panera bag and tossed on the floor.

Michael lifted his arm, inviting you to lay down with him. You accepted the request and wrapped his arm around you securely, bringing a blanket on top of you both. Your eyes became heavier as you nuzzled your head in his flannel covered chest, becoming more comfortable in his arms.


“Yeah Michael?” You yawned, drifting in and out of sleep.

“I really do love you.” He tensed as he waited for your response.

“Mmhm..I love you too Mikey.” You mumbled into his chest, falling asleep. He peeked down at you, seeing you were fast asleep, he leaned down and left a kiss atop your forehead.

“I know you love me, but I just hope it’s the same way I love you.” He whispered, hoping he hadn’t woken you up with his revealing statement.

As you drifted deeper into your sleep, all that was floating through your mind was what did he think you were talking about?

Nice and Nicer [college au]

Fandom: Zootopia
Pairing: Nick Wilde, Judy Hopps
Rating: T
WC: 3795

Part of the Impressions series!

Judy usually regarded Valentine’s Day with great disdain. Bunnies were already stereotyped for being amorous mammals, and the holiday didn’t make it any better. Every year leading up to it, she’d get cat-called by hares and rabbits only looking for a way to get themselves off Valentine’s Day night. So, while other bunnies spent the holiday making heart eyes at each other and doing it like, well, bunnies, Judy was usually sulking in her room, watching old re-runs of Law and Order and munching on the Valentine’s Day cookies her mother baked.

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He cheats (Luke/4)

A/N: Yayyyy for 2/4 cheating preferences!! I love writing these you guys have no idea. If you want an imagine or preference i take all requests and you can either leave them on any of my posts or in my ask. Oh and (y/n/n) means Your Nick Name. Yup i think that’s all. Happy reading

Luke and I have been dating for nearly a year and since he was going to be away on our anniversary the boys and I planned for me to surprise him. The plan was that I would fly out the day before our anniversary and surprise him in his hotel room so then we could have the whole next day to celebrate our anniversary since they happened to have the day off. So now I’m packing for my flight tonight whilst texting Michael.

Michael: “Are you pumped?!”

Me: “Of course dummy!”

Michael: “Well good because he’s been very mopey and grouchy today”

Me: “Lol I’m sure it’s not that bad”

Michael: “Trust me Y/N he’s a pain in the ass lol”

Me: “Yeah okk I gotta finish packing I’ll ttyl”

It only took me about 20 more minutes to finish packing. I was bringing a lot of stuff because we weren’t sure how long I’d be staying but it would definitely be for at least a little while, so basically that means I have about 75% of my clothes with me because, hey, ya never know.

*** My flight had gone super smoothly and we actually landed a few minutes early, which was weird since normally my flights are always delayed. Michael, Cal and Ash were here to pick me up and they were dressed ‘incognito’ as they liked to call it but really they just looked like themselves with sunglasses on. Naturally, I spotted the 3 large boys quite easily and when they saw me they all jumped up from their waiting seats and ran towards me to greet me. Cal was the first to get to me and he captured me in a bone crushing hug “Ahh we missed you Y/N” he said whilst moving you back and forth. Next Ash gave you a less violent hug with a small “How’s it going y/n/n?” “Ash I told you to stop calling me thattt.” I whined like a little kid, which only caused him to smile and respond “Never.” Then I turned to Michael and he just gave me the ‘sup’ head nod. “You little jerk, give me a hug!” I said and he broke into a smile as he embraced me. I know it sounds cliché but these guys were really some of my best friends and I honestly had missed them so much. “We told him that we were going to the movies so he thinks that we’ll be gone for a few hours.” Ash said as we all started walking towards the car. “Yeah so he’ll be so surprised this is great.” Michael responded. “Yeah I can’t wait to see him in a good mood again he’s literally had a cloud over his head all day.” Cal said causing all of us to laugh in response.

***Even though my plane had landed early the car ride back to the hotel felt like an eternity (ok I may be exaggerating it was probably about a half an hour). So once we got to the hotel it was about 11pm and we all went to Michael’s room just to regroup before the big surprise. Michael said that I could keep my bags in his room for now and that I could get them later. Ash had gotten a key card for Luke’s room from their manager and we were all set. “Go get em tiger.” Cal said as I left the room. Butterflies were rising in my stomach as I walked down the corridor scanning each room number until I found the one. Wanting to keep the surprise act up I opened the door as quietly as I could so I could sneak in. When I opened the door most of the lights were off except for the lamp on the nightstand and the Tv that was muted. My eyes scanned the room suitcase, clothes on the floor and him. There on the bed, bareback facing me, fast asleep, there he was. I tiptoed closer to the bed to try and scare him but I was the one met with a horrific sight. What was blocked from my view before by his broad torso was the blonde girl that was in his arms and just as knocked out as he was. My hand immediately flew to my mouth trying to silence any sobs before they could come out. I quickly left the room and ran down the hall back to Michael’s room with the tears in my eyes making it so I could barely see. I frantically knocked on the door and prayed that I remembered the right room and I was flooded with relief when Michael answered the door. “Y/N! How’d it- holy shit what happened?” He cut himself off and that’s when I broke down into uncontrollable sobs. He quickly grabbed me into his chest and took me out of the hall and into his room where Ash and Cal were now standing with alarmed looks on their faces. They all came and group hugged me until I composed myself enough that I could take a breath. “Y/N? Can you tell us what happened?” Ash asked me softly whilst pushing some of my hair out of my face. “I w-went into his r-room and he was s-sleeping so I walked up to the b-bed and… a-and there was a-another girl sleeping with h-him.” I managed to choke out before completely collapsing again, thankfully into Ashton’s strong arms. Michael was quick to leave the room, muttering a quick “I’m gonna kill him.” Before he left.

Masterlist (Michael) (Calum) (Ashton)

Ps Would you guys want a part 2??? Lmk and i will write it!

anonymous asked:

Can you please do a Jin scenario where the reader has a big crush on him and he tells her that they can't date because he doesn't a future for them but then he falls deeply for her

Of course! :D

She was really cute, he had to admit that and her personality was one the best. How she always did these little gestures with her hand when she was angry, her blushing cheek s whenever she got a compliment.

You f*cked up, Jin. He thought to himself. You really utterly effed up.

Why was he did he do this!? He loved her, he always had! He was just too busy being blind that he didn’t notice how much he loved her before it was too late.


She looked up at Jin with blushing cheeks. “I like you.” “a lot” her face turned a more intense shade of red. “more than a friend.” Jin failed to hide his smile. He half-heartedly replied, “I like you too, but…” Her eyes opened wider. “I’m sorry but we can’t date.” He pulled a hand through his hair and looked down at his feet. “I… I just can’t see a future for us, being more than friends.” A pain struck Jin inside, his heart and shoulder felt heavy, like weight had been added to his shoulders rather than lifted. He looked up and saw her biting her lip in an obvious attempt to keep her emotions under control. “I hope we can still be friends like before…” She nodded without making eye contact. The rest of the day had an extremely awkward tension to it.

*End of throwback*

You’re so stupid! Stupid! Stupid! Stupid! Jin repeated as he banged his fist in the wall. It only took him a moment to realise the mistake he had made when they took separate ways after that day. Jin looked back at her when she was walking to her bus stop as he made his way to his own stop. Her hand was raised as if she was touching her face. She didn’t even turn around to look at him or in his direction once.

Jin sighed. Did he ruin the friendship? Would thing’s ever go back to as they were before or would it keep being awkward. What if she would begin to avoid him. No. no. no. He thought. This can’t happen. He did love her. Madly, deeply. How could he hide his emotions from himself for so long?

There was only one way, to fix this.

Jin sent a text to Y/N.

“We need to talk. Where are you?”

The few minutes it took for her to reply felt like hours for Jin.

“I’m at home.”

Jin sighed. It was obvious she wasn’t her normal self. The perfect grammar, lack of emojis and abbreviations hinted it very well.

“I’ll be there in 20.” He texted back

“What do you wanna talk about :/ ?”


Jin put his phone in his pocket and grabbed his car keys. Trying his best not to speed he drove to Y/N’s house.

She opened the door wrapped in a blanket.

Jin didn’t hesitate.

He grabbed her shoulders and pulled her towards him crashing his lips into hers.

“I’m so stupid…”

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Hey there.

I just wanted to put out a little “PSA” to anyone who’s willing to listen, and I guess what I want to say is…

Please, PLEASE tip your Pizza Delivery drivers. Or any food delivery driver, for that matter.

I’m writing this because I got “stiffed” (As in, got zero dollars in tips on a delivery) THREE TIMES tonight, and that’s… just awful.

I recently started at a pizza place as a delivery driver, so what I say may not be 100 percent accurate but is based off my 3 days of experience so far.

The reason I ask you tip your Delivery drivers is because a lot of their income depends on tips, much like waitresses, and for many of the same reasons as waitresses I would guess.

Please don’t think tipping your delivery driver is %100 optional. (Or optional at all for that matter.) It’s very much something that is needed, and it’s something that needs to happen on every run.

I don’t know about other people’s experiences as Delivery drivers, but when we’re clocked out on a run delivering your pizza, we’re not getting paid minimum wage. We’re getting paid less than minimum wage (For me, it’s around 4 dollars while clocked out on a run). That means we need to make up the difference in tips, and boy do we need them.

Factor that 4 dollar wage with a couple other things as well:

1.  I have to pay for my own gas as a delivery driver (Not to mention car upkeep, like oil changes, tires, the usual). We get cents to the mile returned to us at the end of the night (our mileage is checked and we’re given payment based on current gas prices. Not all stores will do this I’m sure because ours didn’t until people complained), but this doesn’t cover our gas costs alone; we NEED tips, preferably GOOD tips, to be able to make money to pay rent and bills and also keep paying for our gas and upkeep on our car so we can keep delivering.

2. While the mileage system helps with this (some other franchises might not be as fortunate and have a fixed run fee returned, like $1.25, instead of cents to the mile which makes this part of it much worse), getting stiffed on an order that is on the very edge of your store’s delivery range is the ABSOLUTE WORST. (This very thing happened to me tonight. Some kid took his mom’s card, didn’t know how to tip, and just signed the receipt without writing down any dollar or tips amount).

Not only did you not NOT get a tip, you didn’t get a tip on a 35-40 minute run (15-20 minutes each direction); and that means other drivers that had shorter runs than you were clocked in before you, and added to the driver rotation before you, wasting that driver’s time and money. They probably missed out on at least one run because your house was so far away (which you can’t help and that’s fine), and DIDN’T get paid for their efforts on top of that (which you CAN HELP, with a nice tip. It is difficult knowing how far away your house is from the store, but a little research on your part will be greatly appreciated).

Let me make this clear: having a pizza delivered to your house is a luxury service; If you CANNOT AFFORD having a pizza delivered to your house (the final price tag being the price of your meal and the price of the driver’s tip), DO NOT ORDER DELIVERY.

Go to your store and pick it up yourself. Seriously, don’t be that asshole that only has enough to cover his meal and won’t tip because it’s ~~~too expensive~~~ to tip, or because you think it’s optional, or because you think the Delivery Fee is our tip.

Because the Delivery Fee is not our tip. That goes to the store, we never see that money.

So, if you’re wondering what a good price to tip is, (In USD, I can’t really help you if we’re talking other currencies) this is my opinion based on my experiences and tip totals at the end of the night. This could be completely different depending on the cost of living in other parts of the US, but this is based off of where I live.

$1: Thank you. At least you tipped us, that’s better than not getting anything, though something higher would be really, greatly appreciated.

$2: Thanks; this will sometimes, (but not always) plus mileage depending on how far your house is from the store, garner minimum wage for that run. Something higher than that would be greatly appreciated.

$3: This tends to be about standard, or slightly lower than standard. If you tip us 3 dollars at least, we should make back minimum wage. Something higher than this would be appreciated.

$4: This is a good standard price to start from, based on your experience with the driver.

$5: Big thanks to you on this one; if we get a ton of people like you, like this kind of tip every run, we’ll be pretty well off for the night!

$6 and up: Yeah dude! That’s the spirit! You rock! High five!

Also, if your order is $34.65 and you give your driver $35 dollars and tell them to “keep the change”, THAT’S NOT A TIP. That’s almost as bad as stiffing your driver. In fact, it might be even more insulting that you think your spare change you don’t want is an appropriate tip for our time and effort.

So yeah. I just wanted to put that out there.

Please don’t be an asshole that doesn’t tip; you’re most likely going to be mentioned bitterly back at the store. You’re gonna be “that person”, nobody should be “that person”.

If anyone has anything to add, or correct me on, feel free to do so.