her mind is so in the gutter i just

anonymous asked:

A million thanks for your fast and strong gif work, as always! Question since we were denied the post-candlelight dinner sex. (grrrr) How exactly was Michonne laying in that cot? Belly? Back? It was so dark! Just curious, because, I guess we're gonna have to fill in some naughty blanks about how they got from point A to point B. And bonus points for being able to make out the print of Rick's boxers.

Oh, you’re quite welcome! But okay, so I’ve come to the conclusion that they cut out our sex scene because it was too graphic for TV. ‘Cause the way Michonne is laid out, Rick obviously gave her the business. She’s like on her side and her stomach. It doesn’t even make sense how she’s on that cot. I think she just fell over afterward. 😄Not even sure she’s breathing, tbh. 

By the way, my mind went straight to the gutter with that last sentence, and I started trying to make out another kinda print, so thanks. 😂

deliciouslinks  asked:

Hullo. I love your works they help cope with my urge to scream betty and jughead are meant to be. And i dont know if u are still taking requests but could write about the gang going out like bowling then archie "teaching" the girl how to properly bowl and smirking jughead for his moves and jugheads is like fuck that shit look at my girl wreck you all in bowling. And betty destroying everybody including jughead in bowling. Please kill me with fluff and flirting

Hi there! I really hope this is kind of what you wanted haha. I might have changed it a little, but I still hope you like it. Here you go!

“Sttttrrriiiikkkeee!” Veronica sprang from the plastic-covered bench excitedly, watching in awe as the ball Archie had just rolled directly down the center of the lane knocked down every last pin in one sweeping motion. “I believe that makes number three for team Varchie.”

“Is that what you’re calling yourselves now?” Betty asked, bending down to retie her shoelace as Veronica stood from the bench next to her and strode over to the ball return.

“For the sake of this bowling match?” Veronica bent down to retrieve her sparkly purple ball before turning on her heel to raise a playful eyebrow in Betty’s direction. “You bet your curly blonde ponytail I am.”

“Okay, V, you’re up,” Archie announced, gesturing for her to join him at the start of the lane. “Show em’ what you’re made of.”

“Watch and learn my little lambs,” Veronica fluttered her eyelashes at Jughead and Betty before prancing her way over to Archie. “Prepare to be dazzled.”

“Now Ronnie, remember to keep your elbow pulled back - yep, exactly like that. Perfect, now step forward - keep your hips centered,” Archie instructed, carefully placing both hands on either side of her waist and adjusting her body so that it was pointing towards the middle of the lane. “Great, now you’re ready to let go and-”

Before Archie could finish, Veronica stepped away from his grasp and launched the ball down the lane. The ball veered slightly to the right, but managed to avoid the gutter, knocking down six of the ten pins.

“Yes!” Veronica yelled, jumping up and down victoriously as she turned to her friends with a look of accomplishment. “That’s how it’s done! Kev, get over here - secret victory handshake!”

“V, you’re on an opposing team why would I-” Before he could finish his sentence, he saw Veronica wiggling her fingers at him expectantly and decided to give in. “Screw it, I can’t resist a secret handshake.”

“It’s gonna be hard to beat that, huh Jug?” Archie nudged Jughead in the arm playfully, winking at him slyly as he took a seat on the opposite side of him. “Alright, Betty, show us what you’ve got.”

Betty and Jughead both stood reluctantly as they took a few tentative steps forward to retrieve Betty’s ball.

“Juggie, I don’t think this is a good idea,” Betty whispered, glancing back at their friends before turning back to stare dauntingly down the lane in front of them. “Last time I went bowling I was about eight-years-old and there was this terrible incident where my fingers got stuck in the bowling ball holes and-”

“Shhh, Bets, it’s okay,” Jughead soothed, rubbing her shoulders up and down before reaching forward to grab a ball sitting on the rack. “Just breathe. Here, take the ball - it’s not going to get stuck I promise. Do you trust me?”

“You? Yes,” Betty answered, biting her bottom lip nervously as she gestured to the ball in question. “The bowling ball? Not so much.”

“Okay, just don’t think about it,” Jughead suggested. “Think about something else.”

“All I can think about right now is that stupid pink bowling ball eating my hand - like just completely chowing down like it’s a fancy roast dinner,” Betty panicked, pointing to the ball in Jughead’s hand and crossing her arms over her chest defiantly.  

“Remember when we were in your bedroom earlier?” Jughead offered bluntly, and Betty turned to raise a skeptical eyebrow at him.

“Juggie, where is this going?”

“Not where you think it is, pervert, get your mind out of the gutter,” Jughead teased, taking her by the shoulders and facing her towards the lane. “You were telling me about that day your parents took you and Polly to the park when you were kids - you fed the ducks, rode the merry-go-round, had a picnic by the water. You said that was the perfect day for you guys, so think about that. You’re not here, you’re there.”

Betty closed her eyes, envisioning the sparkling blue water of the pond, the lush evergreens surrounding her family as they sat on her great grandmother’s quilt eating her mother’s famous finger sandwiches. Suddenly, she was no longer in the dimly lit bowling alley, but instead transported back in time to her very favorite day.

“Okay, I think it’s working,” Betty announced, her eyes slowly opening as she concentrated on keeping her mind focused on the image of the pond.

“Alright, now line up the ball - great,” Jughead told her, taking a step backwards to give her the space she needed. “Now all you have to do is let go.”

“Think about the ducks, not your fingers getting stuck,” Betty recited this little chant over and over again until she gained the courage to roll the ball down the lane. “Here goes nothing.”

Betty let the ball fly down the center, never once veering off to the side as it hit the pins with a bang, causing them all to fall over with a satisfying clunk.

“Oh my god, I did it!” Betty exclaimed, turning to Jughead with shock written all over her face. “Juggie, did you see that?”

“Uh yeah, I saw it - you’re a regular Earl Anthony, Bets!” Jughead praised her, wrapping his arms around her waist and scooping her into a hug. “That’s my girl, come here!”

“Holy crap, B, did you join a secret bowling-for-troubled-youths league and not tell me?” Veronica waltzed over to the couple, looking more impressed than she had been in a long time.

“Juggie helped me through it,” Betty admitted, glancing up at Jughead with a gracious smile. “I couldn’t have done it without him.”

“Completely untrue,” Jughead disagreed. “But I do agree that you were amazing.”

“Jug, I think she’s even better than you,” Archie pointed out as he and Kevin made their way over to the rest of the group.

“Whoa, let’s not go that far,” Jughead protested. “I was the junior bowler champion of the entire Riverdale Bowling Club in the third grade - no one can even come close to getting on my level.”

“That’s not a thing,” Veronica muttered, shaking her head like this was the most ridiculous statement she had ever heard.  

“It’s a thing,” they all shot back in unison, glancing away in shame at their small town’s silly traditions.

“These are the moments that I truly miss New York City,” Veronica mumbled under her breath, stepping away from the group to slink back down onto a bench.

“Okay then, Mr. Junior Bowler Hotshot,” Betty crossed her arms over her chest, gesturing to the ball return and raising a challenging eyebrow at Jughead. “Show us how it’s done. Or are you too afraid you’ll tarnish your most impressive record?”

“Oh, I see how it is - you have one good run and you think you can throw down a little smack talk,” Jughead teased, his eyes dancing playfully as he watched her step out of the way to give him the floor. “Alright then. You asked for it.”

Jughead picked up his ball from the rack and turned back to wink flirtatiously in Betty’s direction. “It’s on Betty Cooper.”

Entertain Me!

@a-daydreamers-stories Requested: 29,72,and 81 for either Tig, Kozik, or both 

#29. Come over here and make me

#72. You’re competitive and so am I, and it’s going to lead to a fight

#81. I’ll take care of it

Wednesday. There always seemed to be a lull of activity in all of Charming on Wednesdays. This Wednesday was no different and it was getting to Y/N. The garage was closed and almost everyone was gone for the day. “Koz!” Y/n jumped from her seat and jogged back toward the dorms, where she knew Kozik was currently resting.

Y/N and Kozik had been friends for years and she took the chance to get out of Tacoma when he left for Charming. “Oh Kozzy!” Y/N whined loudly as she got closer to his room. She heard a chuckle coming from down the hall and turned to find Tig standing there. “Kozzy? You call him Kozzy?” Y/N smiled wide and opened the door to Kozik’s room, putting a finger to her lips as Tig waved her off. She knew he would use that against Kozik later, but that didn’t matter to Y/N.

“Koz…” she whispered as she looked over to his bed. She knew he was tired; Kozik was sprawled out on the bed, still in his grey work jumpsuit. Slowly she climbed onto the bed and laid next to him, stroking her thumb across his cheek. “Kozik…wake up hun.”

A small groan escaped his lips as he scrunched up his face, “Five more minutes…” he mumbled. Y/N smiled and pulled his arm over her so she could snuggle into his side. “C’mon, I’m bored. Entertain me. Wake up…pretty please?” She pouted and pressed soft kisses to his cheeks and nose. Y/N knew how to get what she wanted from him. For such a big-bad-biker, Herman Kozik was a pushover when it came to Y/N Y/L/N.

“Fine! FINE! Let me shower first. You’re such an ass Y/N, I hope you know that.” Despite his words, Kozik only smiled wide as he pulled Y/N closer to him, wrapping his arms tighter around her before pushing her away so he could get up. “I’ll meet you out there when I’m done.”

“Thank you!” Y/N threw her arms around him and pressed her lips to his cheek before jumping off the bed, “you’re the best Kozzy!”

“Kozik rolled his eyes and groaned at the nickname he hated most, “I told you stop calling me that!”

“Well…why don’t you come over here and make me?”

“I’ll kick your ass later. I need to shower so I can entertain the Princess! Now go figure out what you want to do while I clean up.”

Twenty minutes later, Kozik made his way to the man area of the clubhouse, where he found Y/N sprawled out on one of the couches. “Alright, so what are the plans, oh Royal-pain-in-my-ass?” He picked her legs up and dropped them onto his lap as he sat down.

“Oh, talk dirty to me more Kozzy! You know what I like,” she giggled and winked as she sat up some, pulling Monopoly from behind her back, “Let’s play a game!”

“Oh for fucks sake! Really? You’re competitive and so am I, it’s going to lead to a fight…again! Plus it’s just you and I.”

“You worry too much babe! I’ll take care of it! Set up the game, I’ll be back.”

Y/N returned minutes later, guiding a smiling Tig into the room. He stopped when he spotted Kozik and the game on the table. “When you said you wanted to play, this is NOT what I was expecting Doll.”

“Yea, well your mind needs to get out the gutter old man. Juice and Chibs are on their way with food. And Jax and Opie should be here soon too. So we’ll play when they get here! Now, let’s plot how we’re going to make them suffer in this game!”

Kozik sat back on the couch and pulled Y/N down to sit on his lap. “You’re going to cause so much trouble aren’t you?” 

“Aww! Is Kozzy here afraid of a little old game of Monopoly?” Tig smirked as he dropped down in a seat across from them. 

Y/N winked at both Kozik and Tig before giving a little shrug. “I told you I wanted to be entertained!”

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anonymous asked:

did you see the rumor circulating that cait is pregnant? not buying it - but any clue where it originated?

I did but I didn’t read it. Clickbait is so not my jam. I feel like the universe balances itself out and if I encourage that brand of journalism by responding to the cutesy/shippery stuff even with just a click, it encourages the institution as a whole and inadvertently supports the writing and distributing of the negative articles, too. (Yo, even a gutter bitch has to have standards.) But pregnancy rumors are a dime a dozen and I’d imagine the high curve of Cait’s abdomen in her satin gown helped plant a seed in the mind of someone who doesn’t know where a woman’s uterus is. It’s boring, uninspired, lazy, next-level tabloid crap.

Pale Skin and Onyx Eyes [10]

[Throne of Glass] [Elide x Lorcan] [W.I.P.]
Chapter Word Count: 2849 words

Summary: Set after Empire of Storms, Elide Lochan and Lorcan Salvaterre are traveling with Rowan and Gavriel in search of Queen Aelin. Will Elide ever be able to forgive Lorcan for betraying her and her Queen? Where will they go next?

Part I: The Search - Chs. 1-8
Part II: The Journey - Chs. 9-???
Part III: The Mission

Chapters: [ 1 ] [ 2 ] [ 3 ] [ 4 ] [ 5 ] [ 6 ] [ 7 ] [ 8 ] [ 9 ] [ 10 ] [ 11 ] [ 12 ] [13 ] …
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While she had been asleep, Lorcan had quickly chopped down some firewood and hunted down four rabbits. After they reached the cave, he began skinning and skewering the rabbits to roast over the fire pit. Elide untied her packs and rolled out her sleeping mat. Night had fallen, and innumerable stars flecked the sky. She immediately found the Lord of the North, the stag of Terrasen, shining bright so that she could always find her way home… The smell of the roasting rabbits wafted to her nose, reminding her that she was ravenous.

Lorcan almost laughed when he handed Elide the stone plate with a perfectly roasted rabbit. Her eyes were like dinner plates as she stared fixedly at the meat, waiting impatiently for it to cool enough to eat.

Elide devoured both of her rabbits unashamedly. She licked the juice from her fingers and sighed, sated and content. Lorcan was watching her from across the fire. As night fell a cool breeze picked up, a direct contrast to the beating sun earlier, and Elide was sitting right by the cave’s entrance. She shivered.

“Come to this side,” Lorcan suggested, his expression unreadable. He was sitting towards the back of the cave. Elide cocked her head at him, but complied wordlessly.

Oh, it was warmer on this side! She let the delicious warmth of the fire lick her toes for a moment, and then she hugged her knees to her chest. They sat there silently for a few moments as the firewood crackled and creatures of the night rustled and chirped.

She was thinking about earlier, about when she had been meditating… She still wondered what compelled him to go on this near-suicidal mission with her. It feels like… that time Lorcan stole the barge and we set forth for Eyllwe together…

Elide pursed her lips and blew air from her nostrils. So much had happened since then.

Lorcan was thinking about her damned lips again, about that time they were painted blood-red when she was dressed up as a fortune-teller. Gods, everything about this nearly-human woman was so distracting, he would make sure to take his time learning and appreciating every, fucking –

“Did you ever have a mate?” Elide asked unexpectedly, refusing to look at his face. Her cheeks flushed as she inspected her toes closely instead.

Lorcan snapped to attention, replaying her question in his mind.

“Where did that come from?” His growl was defensive. Once again, she had caught him off-guard. He couldn’t forget that those soft lips hid a razor-sharp tongue. Lorcan tried not to let his mind wander back into the gutter as he trained his gaze on her.

“I- I was just wondering,” she replied softly, her voice barely a whisper. Lorcan wasn’t sure, but he thought he heard a faint longing in her voice.

No one had asked him about a mate in a long, long while… And if she had asked him that question a couple of months ago, he would have snorted and simply answered, “No.” It wouldn’t have been a topic up for discussion.

But now… He had thought it was possible, once, lifetimes ago… Gods, when was the last time her name had even floated into his head?

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anonymous asked:

6x17 dominant Stefan should be illegal! Don't worry I've watched that scene so many times too! His gulp before they kiss as he holds her face and when he slams her on the vending machine! Unf! You can see her head bouncing off the vending machine too. Everything about him in that episode was just pure seduction, to me at least lol! The thrust when she pulls him towards her and when he kisses her neck next to the fireplace still give me hot flashes! I'm so weird, I apologise to your followers!

LOL first of all my followers should be use to this trash talk because they follow me and my mind is in the gutter 90% of the time. Second of all my mind is a little hazy on these scenes you mentioned… I think I need visual aids again

Ah much better… I remember perfectly now ;)


Request by @supernaturalymarvel: I just found your blog and omg *-* i was wondering if you could write me a reader x dean winchester (seriously love him) where the reader grew up with Sam and Dean and when she turns 21 they take her out drinking and lets slip of a little secret (shes a werewolf or something you can decide :*) and he flips out and so does sam and they get all mad and shout but they realise hey! I still love her and dean gets all fluffy and says he loves her and things XD

Word Count: 4213

Warnings: None

Version en Español: Veintiuno

“Hurry up, Y/N!” Dean called through the bathroom door. “If you’re not ready in five minutes, we’re leaving your ass.”

“You wouldn’t,” you responded with confidence, applying your mascara carefully. “It’s my birthday and not even you’re mean enough to leave someone behind on their birthday.”

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anonymous asked:

sorry to be the embodiment of salt but why can't sha//adins differentiate between emotional platonic relationships and romantic ones? how do u look at a 14yo girl getting advice and encouragement from her 25yo brotherly figure in such an innocent/healthy setting and start shipping it? their minds are in the gutter. have the adults in their lives failed them? like you'd think they've never had a supportive relationship with an adult since everything needs to be Romantic and gross for them

oh, go ahead pal, i am also the embodiment of salt. honestly, how does anyone look at p/idge – an obviously very young character, just from her physique alone – and sh/iro – an obviously much older character, also apparent from his physique, especially so when next to p/idge – and start shipping them in the first place? that alone is nasty as shit. none of their scenes could possibly be seen as romantic, i just…?? wtf… seriously, sh/aladins really do have to make everything romantic and Icky, i’ve noticed. the fact that they can’t tell the fucking difference between a platonic/familial bond and a romantic one drives me bonkers. or, if they CAN and still ship it. ew to the max. this definitely goes for k/eith, too. like… even if k/eith were around sh/iro’s age or vice versa, shipping him with sh/iro would still make me super uncomfortable because they… literally… view… each other… as brothers? we have canon confirmation that k/eith does and i’m 99.99999% sure sh/iro definitely sees k/eith as a younger bro, as well. it’s gross that sh/aladins just, ignore that? or try and make the “sh/iro, you’re like a brother to me” line and the hug they shared romantic. like…fuck???? what the FUCK??? the familial relationship they have is so important, especially to k/eith, and sh/aladins just shit all over it and make it so fucking gross. all of the paladins relationships with sh/iro are ones that are either – VERY OBVIOUSLY – familial/platonic or teacher/mentor and student. la/nce also views him as his HERO. talk about a huge fucking power imbalance, jfc. i fuckingsdfsaufhs HATE SHALADINGLES


What If Kara Had Arrived To Earth On Time? 7/?

After dancing around each other for a while Cat decides to ask Kara out but gets cold feet every time she tries

You know you’re royally screwing up when you end up receiving love-advice from Elaine of all people.

Okay, yes, maybe I’ve tried asking Kara out all week with unsuccessful results; maybe I freeze every time that blinding smile is directed at me. In my defense, I’m not even sure she would say yes. I still haven’t stopped calling her Kiera and I sometimes make fun of her clothes, and I’m just… difficult.

We’ve been flirting for a while, I’ll admit. At first I started doing it to make her uncomfortable and, boy, did it work. It was fun to see her blush to the tip of her ears and babble incoherently for a few seconds. I was in control and I liked it.

Then one day, she flirted back. And I just stood there dumbfounded for a whole minute because Kara Danvers Kent flirting… that is something you do not want to be on the receiving end of. At least if you want to keep your dignity. 

Who knew she’d be so damn good at it? and that I’d love it? 

It’s as if she becomes a completely different person and, suddenly, I found myself thinking about her outside of work. Wondering what she’s doing, where she lives. Wether she likes romantic comedies or horror movies? And that was the moment I was sure I was screwed. 

She earned her own, personal spot in my head and that is no easy feat. So, yeah, maybe I like her. Maybe I’ve been wondering for the past few weeks what it would feel like to hold her hand, or take her out to see a movie. I keep wondering if her hair is as soft as it looks. Would she like it if I ran my hands through it? 

And her lips…

I better stop here before my mind gets stuck in the gutter. Suffice to say, I tried to ask her out and failed miserably. Maybe it’s for the best.

I have to focus on my career and I just cannot waste time and energy into a one-sided crush. Because it’s completely only present on my end. Right? 

Why does the thought of letting this go make me feel so lonely?

masako-moonshade  asked:

Oh, here's one for you: Juno and Peter and linguistic differences between them.

yo okay this is SUPER LATE I am sorry and also it’s going to be in this casual format instead of ficlet format bc i am incredibly tired. okay, so I am a little babby linguistics freshman, with a lot more enthusiasm than experience. just warning you.

anyway. juno is hyperion city, born and raised. as a kid, he grew up speaking old town slang, a dialect that the rest of the city 100% looked down on. (out of him, sasha, and mick, sasha was the first and only one to purposefully lose her old town accent. mick never thought to try and stop, and juno felt like he couldn’t. in his mind, he’s always going to be an old town gutter brat no matter how pretty his words are.) he speaks a little more carefully now - it pays to be able to convince your employers you’re from literally anywhere other than there. but he still falls back into it when he gets upset, sometimes. he tries not to, even if he won’t admit that he’s trying.

nureyev, he collects accents and dialects like other people collect candles or snowglobes. duke rose has the intonation of any one of what passes for the outer rim’s social elites, rex glass’s voice is indistinguishable from the rest of the humans born and raised on saturn’s rings, and he has a thousand more identities native to a hundred different cities. peter nureyev, though. he’s almost not sure what he sounds like anymore.

anonymous asked:

What would the boys (Ardyn and Ravus too, pls?) give to their girlfriend as her birthday? :3

//is praying heavily for more Ravus and Ardyn scenes so I can do better

Ardyn: He’s the type to act aloof about it, but really, he’s planning a nice surprise. He’s in for a nice date outside, with your hand in his the whole time as you wander around to all his favorite hangouts. It always takes you aback, how much he knows his way around. And it’s so cleverly planned out–how you conveniently win the raffle prize at the local lottery booth. All the free ‘samples’ of your favorite street-fare. And how he sneaks a necklace around your neck before you even realize it’s there. Mysterious as he, he knows how to treat you right.

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feralstriike  asked:

Fran placed her hand on her forehead, while she shook her head slowly. "I had faith you would help me but I did not think your mind would go straight to the gutter." She said placing a warm blanket around the egg. "It's only a few hours. It's going to hatch soon and I need to pick up a few things before it does." Her hand reached inter her bag pulling out money to Amon. "Your the only one I can count on.. please.."

     PLEASE FORGIVE MY SHAMEFUL behavior.❞ Or thoughts were closer, but what was he to think? The situation itself was so—ah, he didn’t even want to mull over this anymore. Amon was just going to wind up working himself up to the point he’d want to go lie down on the ground just to calm his pounding heart. ❝I had not meant to insult your character, Fran.❞ Clearing his throat, he gently helped fix the blanket around the egg to ensure maximum warmth. He was surprised by the money she held out for him, Amon staring at it for just a second before he glanced back up at Fran and smiled. 

     ❝There’s no need to pay me. I’m doing this for a friend after all.❞ Gently he rested his hand against hers, carefully closing it. ❝I’ll do this for free. After all, it’s not as if I have anything else to do right now. Looking after an egg and ensuring it stays a nice and healthy temperature is more than enough for me. This egg will be well taken care of in my temporary care.❞

In the Beginning - Part 3

Word Count: 3313

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: Language

Series Rewrite Masterlist

The Campbell’s were already at your mother’s when you got there. You stood back where they couldn’t see you and looked around for Dean, seeing no sign of him yet. Slowly, you made your way over to an open window and looked inside, seeing your mother standing face to face with a middle-aged man in the living room. “I didn’t summon you to talk.” She hissed. “I want to make a deal.”

“I know.” He smirked, his eyes flashing yellow. “Wallace drew the short straw with that werewolf, huh?”

“Heal him. Bring him back.” She demanded. “I don’t care what it costs me.”

“Well, sweetheart. It’ll cost you nothing.”

“Nothing?” She scoffed. “That’s bullshit.”

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 “So here we are back again for the third night, with EXO’s very own Do Kyungsoo. So Kyungsoo, last night you told us about you met this lady who stole your heart. The date. You’re going to continue the story tonight, but first let’s take some callers.” The MC pressed a red button on a call board. 

“Caller, you’re live.” 

The phone crackled and a woman spoke up. “I’m such a big fan of the show, and I am a huge EXO-L, I just wanted to say DO I am ready for this album. Thank you for doing something solo.”

DO grinned. “Thank you for being a fan. I really appreciate the love.” 

The MC clicked the next button. “Caller, you’re live.”

Another woman screamed into the line. “Oh my god, oh my god, I have a question for DO.”

Adjusting his headphones after the scream Kyungsoo spoke up. “Yes?”

“This woman, do you think you’ll ever speak to her again? Are you in contact with her at all?”

DO licked his lips. “Her instagram is private, I don’t use any other social media. I still have her number in my phone. At this point, I don’t think we would know what to say each other. We had a pretty bad fight.” 

Again, the MC hung up, turning back to DO. “Thank you callers, now let’s get ready for more of this story.” 


DO waited for the ringing sound to end on the phone, growing increasingly worried that she wasn’t answering. 

“Hello.” She replied, sounding out of breath. 

“Did I catch you at a bad time?” DO asked, wondering what she could have been up to. 

“No.” She took a deep breath. “I was carrying groceries in and out. Left my phone in here, heard it ringing, ran with a water case. Ahhhh, what’s up.” 

He smiled. “You could have let it go to voicemail and then called me back.”

“And played phone tag? No, what’s up?” He heard cabinets opening and closing. 

“I wanted to see you. If that’s ok.” He still felt nervous, asking her to go out with him. 

She laughed. “Soo, we’ve been seeing each other for like two and a half months. You don’t have to ask, just tell me you want to see me.” 

“Ok, well I want to see you. When can I come over?” She was so easy with him, why couldn’t he relax more around her? 

“That’s actually a good idea, I’ve been swamped with some tests, and I don’t feel like going out after studying. It’s gonna be this way for the next two weeks. I’m sorry. We could watch a movie here.” He heard the fridge shut, bottles clanking. 

“Sure, pick something you want. I can bring some drinks and some snacks. What time?” In truth he wanted to leave now.

“How does 8 sound? Is that too late for you? We can watch The Lake House. Have you seen it? It’s a romance, with Keanu Reeves.”

“I haven’t, I am slightly interested now. I’ll see you then.” DO hung up the phone, wondering why he agreed to a romance flick. 

Keanu was in so it couldn’t be that bad right? He decided not to ruin it for himself by looking it up. Instead, he went about doing his daily chores. He had about 3 hours until he had to leave. 

That night, he wore a dark gray long sleeved shirt, with dark blue jeans. The fashion here in the US was different than Korea’s. He preferred Korea’s. Either way, he got some sodas and popcorn and candy. He made sure he smelled good, and looked nice as he drove to her home. 

On the way he thought about her lips. Her full mouth, with her heart shaped lips. There had been several times when he wanted to kiss her, several times when he found himself leaning in to place his mouth on hers and something always happened. Always interrupted them. Tonight, he wasn’t going to hold back. He was going to kiss her and let her know how he felt. He remembered his conversation with Kai. 

“You haven’t kissed her yet? What are you waiting for?” The lead EXO dancer, was surprised.

“The right moment. She is younger than me. I have to-” He was cut off by Kai. 

“If you are about to say set an example, I will hurt you. There are no examples in love, you just do it. She’s probably thinking you aren’t into her like that.” 

DO shook his head. “No, we hug and hold hands. I play with her hair. Trust me she knows I want her. That my thoughts stray to less than honorable.” 

Kai chuckled. “Look at you. Kyungsoo, the gentleman. When you guys have sex for the first time, you better-”

“Gotta go Kai, talk to you later bye!” DO hung up the phone before his friend could speak. He did not want to get into that conversation yet. 

He wasn’t a virgin. That much was true, but those other girls were a one maybe two to three night thing. Something easy for now and scratched an itch. They were not her. This was something different, she was someone different. He felt freer around her. He felt lighter. Pulling up to her home, Kyungsoo got out of the car sighing. At the first opportunity he was going to strike. 

She opened the door, wearing some cotton like shorts and a fitted t-shirt with the anime characters on it. The shape difference from her waist to stomach to hips clearly visible, and he choked back a moan; imagining them both naked, with his tongue trailing up her stomach. 

She grinned at him, waving him inside. “Just caught me out the shower too, nice timing. How do I smell?” She waved her hand from her throat at him. 

He took a deep breath. “Delicious, what is that?” 

“Victoria’s secret. Bombshell.” She winked at him, turning around, her strong calves carrying her to the kitchen. “I figure you brought popcorn wanna make it?”

They stood in the kitchen, DO listening to her talk, his eyes glued on the way she stood on her tip-toes. Her shirt riding up, exposing the skin of her stomach. He breathed slowly through his mouth, watching her ass as she bent over looking for a bowl for the buttery treat. He imagined himself grabbing her hips, pulling her pants down and slipping inside her. Feeling how warm she might be, how she’d suck in a deep breath and beg for more. Goosebumps rolled over his flesh and he was lost in thought, as she cleared her voice. 

“You aren’t even listening to me. What are you thinking about?” She stood one hand on her hip, her thick, curly hair in a big, messy bun on her head. 

“I’m sorry, jagi.” He reached out, cupping her chin. “I was thinking about work.” 

Her hand reached out, rubbing along his clothed forearm. “Jagi? What does that mean?” 

He took her hand in his, the motioning her to pick up the candy, as he grabbed the popcorn bowl. “Means darling, or honey. For people who are dating.” 

He let her sit down first, sitting down himself, allowing her to curl into him. “I like that. Jagi…are you going to say it often?” 

DO rubbed the back of her neck. “If you deserve it.” 

She slapped his thigh, causing him to laugh. The movie turned on though they both seemed to be too tuned into each other to really be focusing. Somehow during the course of the movie, she was lying on her side between his legs. His right arm, draped across her thighs. His hand had delved under her shorts to rub at the skin on her hip, the other hand tangled in her own. 

Keanu Reeves and Sandra Bullock realizing they love each other. DO felt her wiggle into him a little more, adjusting her body on his. He looked at her, really looked at her. The way the light from the TV shined on her hair, casting the different shades of brown in it. The way her lips were slightly parted, as she watched the actors. She was beautiful. He had never really told anyone that. No woman anyway. They were pretty or cute, but truly beautiful? No. That title belonged to her. 

Kyungsoo lifted his hand, tracing his fingers down her nose and over her lips. She smiled, turning her her face, towards her. He cupped her chin, making her rise up towards him. This was it. Her arms around his neck, her body adjusted easily on his lap, her butt on him. He pressed himself into her, watching her eyes as she closed hers. He closed his as well, savoring the moment, feeling her heart race, their lips touched. 

An excitement raced between them, tangible and hummed low, he felt her body release tension as she pressed her lips to his. She was soft in all the right places. His hands on her hips, he pulled her closer, needing to feel more of her. The way she breathed out, her breath tickling his upper lip. DO wanted more, giving quick kisses, then his tongue skating over her lips. She groaned, moving about on his lap. The kisses igniting a passion that he had waited for. Opening her mouth, she invited him in and he took it. Easily, moving now so that she was under him, his tongue in her mouth as they kissed. She lifted a leg, over his and DO nearly bit her bottom lip, mentally demanding she get naked. 

Just as he was about to let his lips trail down her neck, a key sounded in the lock, and the front door was thrown open. 

“Well, I came home too early.” Her friend said, closing the door behind her. 

Kyungsoo sat up reluctantly, pulling her up with him. She quickly tried to fix her hair, as she licked her lips. “Wasn’t doing anything, get your mind out of the gutter, Olivia.” 

Olivia rolled her eyes. “You’re a grown woman, if you wanna get dirty on the couch that’s your business.” 

DO felt his ears burn, and he stood up clearing his throat. “We haven’t met. My name is Kyungsoo.” 

Olivia shook his hand, eyeing him. “You are handsome. My girl has good taste.”

“Olivia!” She shouted, standing up, fixing her shorts. 

“Its ok.” DO smiled. “I should go anyway.” 

Awkwardly, he helped her clean up before she walked him to the front door. 

“Well, I had a good time.” She smiled, looking back at the kitchen as Olivia gave her the ‘I’m watching you sign.’ 

DO chuckled. “I did too. I know your busy, so maybe not tomorrow but the day after we can have dinner? I’ll cook for you, here, if you don’t mind.”

“If we can have a repeat of what just happened five minutes ago, I won’t.” She looked back, and Olivia was gone. 

Do reached out, a hand around her waist he pulled her closer, his lips brushing against hers, before claiming her mouth in a kiss. It was a few moments before they stopped and he whispered. “Go to bed, I’ll let you know when I’m home and we will talk tomorrow.” 

“Drive safe.” She opened the door, letting him out. Huddling her arms around her for warmth as she watched his tail lights disappear. 

The night of the dinner, DO knew what he would prepare, kimchi and bean paste stew. He had to drive an hour to find the store that sold the proper ingredients he needed but it was nothing and by the time he made it back. Called Kai, got in touch with his manager, handled a few EXO things, and got ready, it was time to be at her house. 

He carried the bags of food, wearing a black sweatshirt and jeans. He had gotten a haircut, making it shaved closer on the sides, but not too close. Long hair still on top. She opened the door, huge smile on her face. 

“Hey handsome, jeez what all did you buy?” She let him inside, closing the door behind them. 

Do kicked off his shoes and walked to the kitchen setting the bags down. “Korean cooking requires fresh ingredients. Something, most stores seem to know nothing about.”

She laughed. “We Americans like our preservatives.” 

“Disgusting.” He joked with her, taking out his items and organizing them. He had noticed books, papers and pens on the table. “Don’t let me stop you from working. I’ll cook.”

“Well, I cant leave you lonely in the kitchen” She motioned her hand around. 

“You can sit over there and do your work and we can talk.” He took an apron out of one of the bags, putting it on. “Go work.”  

Hesitantly, she left the kitchen and sat down at the table. “So, how was your day?”

“It was fine, did some work and then prepared for you.” He started cutting up the garlic.

“For me? I’m not too hard to deal with am I?” She chuckled. 

“Ehhh.” DO began laughing as she pretended to cry. “Never.”

They sat in silence for a bit, DO cutting vegetables as she went over schoolwork. He started to sing unknowingly. 

“You think I procrastinate baby, but I think I’m taking my time. You think you need to leave, but I think I disagree but; if you  If you believe you’ll do best without me, I’ll let it go girl, Its over but before we say good bye.Lets give it a try.”  

She listened to him singing, memorized by his voice. There was no way he was just an average singer. How was he not famous? She slowly got up, coming around to the kitchen, arms on the counter. 

“I’ve never heard you sing before.” She grinned, tapping her fingers on the counter.

DO had his back to her, mentally cursing himself. “Yea, I like to sing.”

“You sound so good! Why haven’t you sung for me before?” She came further into the kitchen watching him cook.

“You never asked, and also it’s no big deal. there are lots of people in this world who sing.” He shrugged nonchalantly. 

“Ok, that’s them. I know you. Sing something else for me.” She rested her hand on his shoulder, turning him towards her. 

“Maybe, another time.” He grinned, trying to concentrate on the pot in front of him. 

“Please? Come on, you said you were an entertainer, that means, you’ve sung in front of people before.” She wasn’t giving up, and he knew he had dug himself into a hole. 

“Yes, but not anyone that…I cared..not anyone that made me feel like you do. It’s different.” He stood facing her now, arms over his chest, a spoon in one hand. 

“So, how do I make you feel then?” She pulled him away from the stove and against the counter, her body pressed into his. 

“Like I could fly. Like, nothing else matters when I’m here with you.” He thought that maybe she had forgotten about the singing now, that there was a huge smile on her face. 

“Then sing for me.” He was wrong. 

“Fine, I’ll sing something.” Rolling his eyes, he cleared his throat. 

“Anything will do.” Why did he feel so nervous? 

I lost my mind.
너를 처음 만났을 때,
너 하나 빼고 모든 것은
get in slow motion
내게 말해줘. 이게 사랑이라면.
매일 그대와 수많은 감정들을
나눠주고 배워가며
싸우고, 울고, 안아주고.
내게 말해줘. 이게 사랑이라면

DO finished, smiling at her as she looked in awe at him. 

“I like it when you sing in Korean, what is that song called?” Her smile bright, as he moved back to the pot stirring it. 

“What is Love.” A song that him and Baekhyun sung together. 

“And what are you saying?” He would definitely have to start teaching her Korean. 

He sighed.”I lost my mind, the moment I saw you. Except you, everything get in slow motion. Tell me. If this is love. Sharing and learning countless emotions, everyday with you. Fighting, crying and hugging. Tell me, if this is love.” 

She placed a hand on his shoulder, turning him around towards her once more. Her hands tight on the sweatshirt, holding onto his waist. She pulled him close, bringing her mouth to his to share a kiss. 

As they ate, they talked more and shared experiences. DO felt as if this moment brought them closer, he was happy. He had been happy before but to have his heart feel like this was something different. Whatever negative emotions, or fears he had were lifted around her. She was a positive person, she was uplifting, she praised everything he ever did. Whether she was there or not. It didn’t matter if it was night. When she smiled, the sun shined and his world was right. 

As he left that night, they kissed again and he knew he couldn’t live without her lips. Without feeling her fingers on him, aching for more. He let his lips ache, from the kissing, missing her each mile he drove from her. 


“So did, she ever find out about EXO?” The MC asked. 

“Yea, she did but I’ll save that for tomorrow. She wasn’t pleased, I’ll just say that.” DO chuckled. 

“With you being in EXO? Or?” 

“Not telling her, after we had known each other for awhile. I had my reasons.” DO stated. 

“I see. Well, thank you for coming tonight, we look forward to more tomorrow night! Thank you Kyungsoo.” 

“You’re welcome.” 

At home again, DO sighed, looking down at his phone. He had her number, it was saved in his phone. He never took it out. Had she changed her number? If he called would she answer? He never wanted to risk it. His thumb hovered over the button, mouth dry as he pressed the number. Instead of letting go, he swiped the screen and nothing happened.

 Not tonight…

Chapter Four

Shawn Mendes Imagine

my friend made this and in my opinion it’s really fucking cute bc I was just painting my nails and yea. it rocks and you should read it and love it and cherish it ok yea (btw my names bella and she made it for me so in the places where it says bella just pretend it’s y/n k sry bye~

Shawn sat on the bed leaning against the headboard. His thumbs did a little dance while he tried to think of what to do on his phone. He had nothing to do, and it was almost as if he didn’t want to do anything (I’ve been there too shawny). His girlfriend has her hand placed on a towel on the bed getting ready to paint her nails for the week. A muffled “shit” comes from her mouth when she realizes she clipped on of her nails shorter than the rest. Shawn focuses his gaze on her and smiles.
“Everything ok?” He asks.
“Peachy.” She huffs slightly annoyed at what she just did to herself.
“Alrighty then” He says going back to minding his own business.

Shawn kept getting sidetracked by his own thoughts. He was jumping from topic to topic in his head, and eventually he reached an embarrassing, cringe worthy memory of his past that he’d rather take his mind off of. Remembering his girlfriend was centimeters away from him, he fixes his gaze onto her.
“So..how long is that gonna take babycakes?” he asks with a slight laugh following because he was proud of his somewhat rhyme he’d just made.
His girlfriend was so engulfed in the world of nail painting, she didn’t even acknowledge him.
“Babe?” He asks louder.
“Hm?” She says not breaking her eye contact on her nails
“How long is that gonna take?” He repeats.
“Huh? Oh, I don’t know. Why?” She replies still focusing.
“I just wanted to know. I’ll stop distracting you from your masterpiece in progress” He tells her getting off the bed cautiously so he won’t ruin her intense focus, and goes to grab a snack.

When he comes back he leans against the doorway taking in the adorable sight he that was in front of him. He couldn’t help but notice how adorable she looked with her eyebrows furrowed together with determination to get the job done. He actually knew that painting nails wasn’t something she enjoyed. He knew it bothered her because of how slow and careful she had to be to make things perfect. She learned rushing wasn’t ok the hard way. Her teeth tugged gently on her bottom lip. She squinted her eyes as if it were going to give her some supervision of some sort.

“SHAWN IM ALREADY ON THE SECOND COAT” she shouts probably way more excited than the average person thinking he was still downstairs.

“Aww” he whispers/muffles with the popcorn shoved in his mouth and scrunches his nose walking over to her. “That’s awesome. Good for you. A+. Gold star” he smiles sitting down.

“Heyy you got popcorn” she whines.

“Open your mouth” he says.

“50 shades of mendes” she remarks as her smirk turns into a big grin.

Shawn blushes knowing that he probably wouldn’t mind that whole idea, but he just rolls his eyes and feeds her popcorn with small hums of laughter escape his lips.

“God, just to think I was admiring how cute you were a moment ago and then here you go with your mind in the gutter” he laughs.

“Ok ok let me finish real quick” She says giggling at his fake prudeness.

She finishes the second coat with lightning speed not caring at that point. Shawn was more important than nails so..duh? She puts all of her nail necessities back in her bathroom carefully trying not to ruin anything she worked on.

“Shawn help me dry” she shouts running back into the bedroom and plopping onto the bed and sitting criss cross in front of him.

“How?” He says looking up at her.

“Just blow” she tells him putting one of her hands up to him while she starts to blow on the other one.

“50 shades of (y/n)” he smirks winking at her.

She just looks at him, still blowing he nails, trying not to give into his goofballness. She fails and breaks into a smile.

“See” he says “I got jokes too!” He points out confidently.

“Yes you do babe, yes you do” she reluctantly agrees shaking her head and pecking him on the nose. Shawn scrunches his nose.

“Ok my turn” he chimes wiggling his nails and putting on a girly character.
“What color will bring out my eyes?” he asks batting his eyelashes, but ends up giggling towards the end.

“You’re so cute” she tells him.

“So are you, we can be cute together” he says koala bear hugging her.

“Love you” he mumbles into her hair.

“Not as much as I love you” she giggles pulling him down onto the floor.

Marichat May Day 7: Adrien Posters


I didn’t do this justice. I keep on letting the food die too I’m sorry food your time will come and it will be glorious.

Also, I just want to add to avoid any confusion that none of the stories are in the same timeline/universe unless stated otherwise!

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Word count:  897

Marinette knew those posters had been a risky idea.

But come on, wouldn’t you want the epitome of beauty plastered all over your walls too?

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Citadel Green Place.

Though the more I worked on it, the more I felt like they were probably going to find someplace private and do dirty things tbh and the wives are going to regret being so snoopy orz

About the flower Max is holding… I don’t really have any explanation for it I just wanted him holding a flower. Maybe Furiosa gave it to him or or maybe he’s going to give it to her? I dunno.

Under Pressure (Boom!Sonamy Episode)

(I hate the title so much. This was requested from my fanfiction account. This one may have been half and half canon. I wanted to mix it up a bit. Besides, Boom Sonic isn’t as shy as Modern Sonic, so I can do a lot more with his romantic side ^^. Enjoy!

A knock on the door was heard and Sonic groaned, having been interrupted from fixing himself a chili-dog and lemonade. He reluctantly walked towards the door, opened it, and was surprised to see Amy standing there with a wide grin and holding a satchel. He raised an eyebrow at her weird expression.


“Hey, Sonic. Ya got a minute?” She walked inside past him as he looked after her confused.

“…Yeah, sure. Come on in.” He said sarcastically.

“Good. I need your body for something.”

His eyes shot open and he blushed instantly. “L-like w-what?”

Amy cocked an eyebrow at his sudden stuttering until it clicked that she probably should’ve re-worded what she said, causing her to blush as well, but then realized that Sonic’s just thinking dirty. “Ugh! Get your mind out of the gutter, you silly hog!” She waved her hands out to him, dismissing his thoughts.

He phew’d and placed his hands on his hips. “So, what is it ya need? I was kinda in the middle of somethin.” He gestured towards his chili-dog and lemonade still lying on the table next to his hammock, Amy’s eyes following.

“It can wait.” She said as she waved her hand at the ‘meal’. She sat on a stool in the middle of the room and pulled out a map from her satchel. “Come have a look at this.” By now, Sonic was annoyed by her nonchalant attitude towards his 'needs’ but decided not to argue with her and obeyed. He looked over her shoulder at the map and cocked an eyebrow.

“…What am I looking at?”

“It’s a map, silly! I found it in the archives where Cliff usually goes to find his maps. Turns out there may be an ancient, rare artifact around the Shadow Canyon mines. Only problem is, my hammer’s strength would be too much force to use on the area it’s located in. I’d need something stable to control the amount of force needed. That’s where you come in. You can pretty much control that spin dash of yours, right?”

“Look who you’re talkin to, Amy.” He said while giving a cocky grin.

Amy rolled her eyes and smirked at him. “Of course. So, are you on board?” She asked, standing up to face him excitedly.

He gave her a thumbs up and winked. “Is my name Sonic the hedgehog?”

“Okay, don’t push it.”

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