if you had to make this with a mouse you can see where the lazy came from

Take A Chance On Me // Cha Eunwoo

Originally posted by jungkookismybf

Pairing: Eunwoo x Reader

Genre: Fluff ^_^

Summary//Request: awkwardbento said: Can I request an Astro Eunwoo? (since I see you have never written and Astro yet hehe) something fluffy and cuddly like possibly a first date? Thank you so much!! I love your works!

A/N: I was so happy to finally write an Astro scenario! I love Eunwoo he is so tall and fluffy and such a gentleman ahhh <3


For weeks, you had found yourself in a situation that you had only ever seen happen in movies.

“Seriously? Notes in my locker? What is this, the 90’s?” you thought at first, seeing the light yellow Disney paper which had been diligently placed inside your locker by sliding it between the cracks. You lifted it up, trying to examine the handwriting, but you couldn’t recognise it to save your life.

“How do I confess to you? I wonder…”

This was the first note among many, much along the same lines but each time it felt like you were getting closer and closer to solving the puzzle. Of course, you didn’t tell anyone about it in fear of a rumour being spread like wildfire through the school corridors – that was the last thing you wanted. But you were burning with curiosity none the less. You had tried everything from going to school early to try and catch the letter leaver, to even making unnecessary bathroom breaks during classes in an attempt to sneak a peek; but you were always left none the wiser.

The last bell of the day rang out cheerily; music to everyone’s ears as it was Friday, thus marking the start of a long, bank holiday weekend. You lazily put on your school cardigan before neatly putting your books into your Mickey and Minnie Mouse satchel and walking out of the classroom, waving goodbye to your teacher as you left. It was then you remembered your gym bag which you had left in your locker, so you turned on your heel and began walking down the corridor in the opposite direction.

As you made your way through the students all heading towards the exit, you had a clear view of your locker. You continued walking, keeping your sights firmly locked on your target, trying your best to avoid bumping into people when you heard your name being called upon reaching your locker.

“Hey (Y/N)!” a familiar voice came from your left. You turned around to see Dong-Min, or as everyone else called him, Eunwoo. He was in several of your classes in school and you both talked occasionally, but seeing as both of you had different groups of friends, you never really got the chance to hang out or get to know each other that well. So upon him calling out your name, you were a little shocked to say the least.

“Oh, Eunwoo! Hey” you smiled nervously at him as the hallway quickly started to empty.

“What’s up? You heading home now?” Eunwoo asked you, smiling down from his height as the afternoon sun which poured in through the window reflected off his soft, brown hair. You wondered to yourself why he was making small talk with you all of a sudden, but you smiled and answered him anyway.

“Ahh, not much! Just glad to be going home, and yeah I was headed out when I remembered that I left my gym bag in my locker. How about you?” you asked politely, as you reached to open your locker.

“Oh! I see! Well, um, I was just on my way home too. What are you up to this weekend?” he chuckled loudly, making you turn back towards him. “What…?” you questioned his random behaviour silently to yourself, before opening your locker to see the familiar small yellow Disney envelope out of the corner of your eye. “Oh God…” you thought, hoping that Eunwoo wouldn’t see it and question it. You took the letter, along with your gym bag and stuffed the envelope into your cardigan pocket.

“Uhh, I’ve no plans actually. I’ll probably just…stay at home and be lazy? Listen Eunwoo, I have to get going now so…uh, I’ll catch you later? Have a good weekend!” you said quickly before running off down the hallway, itching to open the letter and have a look at what your mystery admirer had written. Eunwoo chuckled and widened his eyes in both shock and jest at your actions, thinking just how cute you looked when you were embarrassed and shy. He put his hands to the back of his neck before exhaling sharply, leaning against the lockers and getting lost in his thoughts.

You made it on to the bus, taking the back seat where there weren’t too many people, before taking out the envelope. It felt…thicker than usual. You scrunched your eyebrows together, wondering what could be inside before carefully opening it. You pulled out the contents, your jaw falling to the ground as you read the letter.

“Dear (Y/N)

You’ve probably been wondering for a while who I am, right? Truth be told, I’m a shy person myself. And I don’t know how to approach you and ask you on a date, so I’m taking a leap of faith here, in the hopes that you will too. Maybe you think this is all too old-fashioned, but I hope you can see how much I want to make you smile. The time and date is on the ticket, I hope you can make it. If you decide to take a chance on a stranger, I’ll be waiting past the ticket gates to the left beside the information centre for you. I hope you can make it ^_^”

You held your breath as you seen a ticket for Disneyland attached to your letter. You widened your eyes before you let out a breathy chuckle, completely dumbfounded. You examined the ticket which was dated for tomorrow at 10am. Millions of thoughts began zooming through your head at 100 miles an hour when the bus came to your stop. You quickly got off and walked the short distance to your house, trying to make sense of the situation.

“What if it’s someone playing a prank on me? What if I go and it’s not a student, it’s a stalker? What if….what if…what if….” you debated back and forth all evening. You had a shower, washed your hair and got into your bed, before deciding that you should go. What the worst that could happen? What would you have to lose? If it was a prank, at least you’re at Disneyland and you can have fun anyway. You were never the type of person to take such big chances; because things like this, things like this that only ever happened in movies never happened to normal girls like you. You set your alarm, before turning over and getting a good night’s sleep.


The next morning, you woke up and began getting ready for your mystery date. You did your hair in a nice, simple pony tail and your makeup was light and natural. You decided it would be best to wear a casual but event suitable outfit – you were going to an amusement park after all. After you had everything ready, you told your mum you were going to meet your friends in town, before kissing her on the cheek and running to catch 2 buses to get yourself to Disneyland.

As you sat on the bus which was almost at Disneyland, you began to feel your nerves kicking in. “I must be crazy…or desperate…maybe both” you thought to yourself upon seeing the park getting closer and closer. Of course you wanted someone who you could be close to. You craved having someone to have a crush on, to go on cute dates with and to create amazing memories with. You wanted to have those feelings you dreamt about before getting into a relationship – those nervous butterflies and secret glances…and finally the first kiss. As the bus came to a stop, your heart began to pound in your chest as you knew that in a matter of minutes, you would meet the person who had been sending you letters and notes for the past year, never revealing themselves to you.

You made it through the gates, putting your ticket back in your bag as you veered off to the left in the direction of the information centre. You nervously scanned the area, looking for someone who you might recognise, but seeing as it was a Saturday, the park was starting to fill up quickly. Your legs felt like jelly as you walked closer towards the mystery meeting point, before you stopped and looked around. You looked up at the Disney clock which read 10:02, reassuring yourself that you were on time as you felt adrenaline pumping through your body with every beat of your heart. “Maybe this is a prank…or maybe they are just running late…oh god why did I come, this was a terrible idea” you thought as you bit your lip, trying to act natural and pretend that everything was fine when you were really a nervous wreck on the inside.

(Y/N)?”

You turned around so fast that your neck nearly snapped as you searched for the person who just called your name. You saw him, standing just a few steps away from you in his ripped jeans and soft black sweater. His hair, pushed back slightly which was shining in the sunlight flowed in the gentle breeze, and his shy smile which practically stopped your heart in it’s tracks as you finally came to your senses.

“Eun…woo?” you managed to say, gripping both of your straps of your backpack as you stepped towards him slightly. “Are you the one that’s…been sending me the notes?” you asked, feeling more nervous and excited now than ever before. He chuckled lightly, looking at the ground while putting his hands nervously in his pockets, before catching your eyes with his.

“Are you…disappointed that it’s me?” he said softly.

You widened your eyes in amazement. You had no idea that Eunwoo liked you at all because he never gave any kind of signals to show you his feelings. He was beautiful, and on top of that he was a complete gentleman.

“No! I mean, I didn’t expect you, I mean, I had no idea that you…oh my god” you laughed, smiling at him brightly as Eunwoo felt small jolts of relief wash over him.

“I’m so happy that you came because…well, I didn’t know how to approach you and sending you letters made me feel a little closer to you. And I really wanted to ask you out on a date, and I know you really love Disney, and I do too…so…” he trailed off, stepping closer to you and giggling nervously. Your heart began to swell in your chest at how adorable he was. You couldn’t get over how thoughtful, caring and spontaneous he had been. You felt like jumping for joy right then and there in that moment, but knowing that there were too many people about, you giggled back and smiled at him instead.

“Well, I would have loved for you to approach me, but I think this is the most thoughtful and romantic thing anyone has ever done for me….thank you Eunwoo” you said sweetly, noticing how his eyes completely disappeared when he smiled back at you.

“So, (Y/N)…did you want to go to Disneyland with me, on a date?” he said shyly, his cheeks turning a light shade of pink – as did yours as you both giggled at each other out of pure nervousness. You felt the butterflies return upon hearing his words and seeing him smile, as you took your place beside him.

“I’d love to. I really would love to Eunwoo.” you replied, looking up into his face cutely, before you felt his hand on yours, taking it gently. Eunwoo’s heart felt like it was in this throat. He was so nervous that you wouldn’t show up or worse; you would reject him. But he was so thankful that you took a chance on him.

And it truly was the best chance you ever took.

A Raven Among Crows: Pt 7

Originally posted by gameofthronefannn

You’re a woman disguised as a man at The Wall, but no one knows.


Part Six  

(Y/N)= Your Name

(Y/L/N)= Your Last Name 

(Y/M/N)= Your Male Name

Warning: AINT NO ONE SAFE SON, AHHHHHHH, but in all seriousness, there is violation scene, you have be warned and stay safe down there. 

You forgot how much you hated sleeping with a bunch of men in a cold room. At least with the free folk you got to sleep some where near a fire and under furs with Tormund, just the two of you.

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“The Lady of the Lure”

The freshly-paved walkway was free of litter and grime. The shops and stands on either side did fair business, but the street wasn’t crowded. Laughter, idle chatter, and the trills and growls of Pokémon rang all around him, and one didn’t need to be a Connoisseur to detect the salt in the air blown in from the Cape.

Cilan had visited many wonderful places since arriving in Kanto, but Cerulean City was making a very favorable impression on him. All the Pokémon he had never seen before were fascinating, and Cilan felt himself nearly bursting as he picked up a hundred different flavors from the creatures and their Trainers.

He sat down on a small bench near the street corner to consult his map. Cerulean was hardly the largest city he’d ever visited, but nothing other than the Pokémon Center was a familiar location to him yet. Two young boys sat on the other end of the bench, bent over a teardrop-shaped badge that the ruby-haired lad with the Oddish held in his hands.

“Pretty cool, huh?” he told his friend. “It’s my third badge.”

“Awesome! I can’t believe you already beat three Gym Leaders!” Cilan chuckled softly to himself. It was always charming, the enthusiasm of beginners.

“Well, I beat two of them,” the badge winner said, “but this badge wasn’t that hard. You could probably go to the gym now and get one. She just gave it to me.”

The freshly-paved walkway had its first piece of litter: Cilan’s crumpled map. Fists trembling, he bit his cheek to try and keep his temper in check as he turned toward the boys.

“Young man,” he asked as calmly as he could manage, “where is this city’s gym?”

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MC in Wonderland Part II

I’m queueing some more hcs that I’m finishing this Sunday before I officially go into hiatus tomorrow, so you might see them popping up on your dash throughout the next 2 weeks (they’re already in various stages of writing, I just have to tie up the loose ends).


Here’s part two of the (wild) Alice AU as promised. Enjoy!

~Nao

[Part I]

Part II - Crazy Party Wonderland

  • You notice the water level receding as you went further downstream
  • You’re finally able to let go of the log you were holding on to and wander into a forest of sorts
  • But were dripping wet and it was cold
  • No, not “wet“ in the fun way. Get your mind out of the gutter
  • Hearing voices from beyond the bushes, you go towards it
  • You find several distressed-looking birds who were grumbling and squeezing water from their feathers.
  • Wait, no. Weren’t those people in animal suits? You never know.

Yoosung / Dodo bird

  • “Excuse me…are… are you guys okay?“
  • The guy in the white birb suit turns, and it’s… Yoosung?!?
  • “Oh? Yeah, we’re fine, it’s just that it suddenly flooded, and it didn’t even rain! Can you believe it?“
  • “Yeah, and now we’re soaked! Oh dear, and I still need to meet my sister’s fiancee!“ another person in a pink flaming-o suit piped in (Sarah?!?)
  • You laugh nervously because they were talking to the cause of the flood, a.k.a. YOU.
  • “Ahahaha. I wonder what caused it too. But this is Wonderland, so stuff like this happens once in awhile, right? “
  • “Uhuh. Miss, excuse me if it’s rude, but it’s the first time I saw you around here. What’s your name?“
  • “Me? It’s MC. And you are….? Oh, wait, let me guess… you’re a dove, right?“
  • “Nope. We’re relatives though. I’m Dodo Dodgson. Nice to meet you, MC!“
  • No, MC. DON’T LAUGH. Pfft.
  • However, the flaming-o throws a tantrum and stomps around
  • “Ugh, stop talking already! I have a dinner to attend!”
  • Ugh, still a b*tch even in birb form
  • Yoosung rubs his chin thoughtfully, seemingly deep in thought
  • “I guess we’d get dry faster if we race in a circle.“
  • “Race in a circle? How would you determine the winner?“ a vulture who looks like Dr. Lee asks
  • “Well, you can stop anytime you want, but because it’s a circle with no determined start and finish, everybody wins when they stop! But… the prize… maybe MC can give us prizes?“
  • “Me??? I don’t know, I don’t really have anything in my pockets.“
  • “Check your pockets?“
  • You follow Yoosung’s advice and check them, and true enough, you find hair clips, a lipstick, a round glass, and space candy (konpeito)
  • You were quite sure they weren’t there before, but… how?
  • “Will these do?“
  • “They’re perfect!“
  • So you join them in the race until your clothes dry, and awarded the prizes to everyone.
  • Yoosung was the last to stop, and you gave him the clips.
  • He looks so grateful to you, especially when you put them on him
  • “Th-thank you, MC! I love them!“
  • Cute, blushing mess
  • Precious baby aaaaaaa
  • However, because you gave everything away, you didn’t have a prize for yourself
  • Yoosung points this out and you shrug, saying that it’s fine.
  • Not on his watch though. There has to be something!
  • “Well, if you insist, then I’d like to have the directions to the Queen’s castle. Do you know how to get there?“
  • “Y-you can’t go there as easily, but you would need an invitation from the duchess, MC. Oh, but I can accompany you to her house if you want!“
  • You readily agree, talking about this and that on the way there.

  • Not long after, you see the mansion, but Yoosung declines to accompany you any further because of the duchess’s cat.
  • “But why? Aren’t you good friends?“
  • “How… how can you say that, MC? He tried to eat me three times! Three!“ he cries, running away before you register that he meant “eat“ literally.
  • It wasn’t as far anyway, so you walk the rest of the way.

Vanderwood / Duchess

  • You were about to go up the porch steps when a hand touches your shoulder and you find no body attached to it.
  • RUN MC
  • A familiar, disembodied voice laughs, and the rest of the body appears before you to reveal… Saeyoung.
  • “Ahahaha, you should’ve seen your expression, MC! You looked so scared, I thought your eyeballs would pop from their sockets!“
  • “I’m also happy that some things never change even in Wonderland, Cheshire. I need an invitation from the duchess to see the queen; will you help me?“
  • “Oh, um… that…“
  • The door flies open and Vanderwood comes out wearing a huge purple headdress and a black gown with leopard print linings.
  • “Get back here, you lazy ca—- I’m sorry miss, but we don’t take visitors today. Come back in, hmmm…. Maybe never,“ he turns to shut the door, but you keep him from closing it by wedging your foot between the door and the frame
  • “Please, I just need an invitation to the queen’s castle! Won’t you help me? I promise to let you lock up Se– Cheshire so he can finish his job for the agency!“
  • Saeyoung in the background : “MC, HOW COULD YOU?!? I THOUGHT WE LOVED EACH OTHER????“
  • Vanderwood opens the door a little wider and steps back a bit
  • “You should’ve said so earlier. Wait here,“ he says, disappearing inside for a few minutes as you wait with Saeyoung outside
  • He returns after a while, and shoves a sealed envelope at you and pushes a screaming Echo girl at you.
  • “Her cup D’s don’t interest me if her brain doesn’t work, so take her with you. Cheshire will lead you to the castle, but don’t forget your end of the bargain, MC“
  • He shuts the door in your face and you stare for a few minutes, dumbfounded at how easily he gave you the invitation

  • Echo girl comes with you willingly, but you and Saeyoung suffer under her never-ending rants about Vanderwood’s cold treatment and how she was going to tell her father about it
  • You were getting ready to push her down the hill when it suddenly went quiet
  • Looking behind you, you find Echo girls clothes lying on the ground and a small, pink pig oinking furiously in her place
  • Saeyoung licks his lips and rubs his palms together
  • “Mmm, I could certainly use some roast pig now,“ he says, reaching out for the pig
  • She runs away into a clump of bushes before he has a chance to catch her
  • You pull Saeyoung by his tail as he attempts to go after her, and you are surprised when he moans and slumps on the ground, covering his crotch
  • “It-it’s a sensitive spot, don’t pull it!“
  • He’s full-on blushing, and you can’t resist glomping him and hugging him for a few minutes

Jumin / Mad Hatter ・Zen / March Hare・Jaehee / Dormouse

  • Continuing your journey, you come across a signboard pointing to an establishment called “The Mad Teahouse“
  • “‘The Mad Teahouse’? This looks like a nice cafe. Cheshire, can we go see?“
  • “Do you play Japanese mahjong, MC?“
  • “No, why?“
  • “Nothing in particular. After you, milady. But keep to the shadows and make no noise or you won’t be able to get out until you play strip mahjong.“
  • Yikes, that didn’t bode well.
  • But you were curious, so you went in anyway
  • “The Mad Teahouse“ wasn’t as you imagined it
  • Upon entering, you see pachinko slot machines, roulette tables, a pool table – it was a casino, but it was void of customers, save for the mahjong table with three occupants at the far end of the room.
  • “Tenhai, I win — again,“ Jumin exclaims triumphantly, laying out his tiles.
  • He was dressed in an immaculate, navy three-piece suit with a black victorian puffed tie instead of the ones he usually wore. He also had a black top hat on, the hat panel adorned with a purple satin sash, and antique-looking bronze aviator goggles
  • “Dammit Hatter! this is the third to the last piece of clothing I have on! Stop winning every match!“ Zen grumbles, revealing his tiles and removing his shirt and exposing his sculpted muscles
  • Were those rabbit ears and tail real, or were those fake?
  • Either way, you thought he still looked good in them~(❤ω❤)
  • “It’s not my fault you play so badly,“ he replies, calmly taking a sip of his tea.
  • “No more cat projects, Mr. Hatter,“ Jaehee sleepily murmurs from her pile of tiles.
  • She was dressed as she usually was, but her blazer was haphazardly thrown over the chair and her hair was mussed.
  • She also had huge mouse ears the same color as her hair, and you couldn’t stop a giggle from escaping because you thought the ears were cute
  • “Who goes there?“ Jumin inquired,squinting to see who it was from where he was sitting
  • Saeyoung was signalling for you not to answer, but you were already in a trance due to Jumin’s sexy voice.
  • “It’s me, MC.“
  • “We can’t see you, MC. Come into the light so we can have a better look“
  • “MC, no,“ Saeyoung whispers from your right, clutching onto your sleeve
  • But it was only Jumin, Jaehee, and Zen, so what could be wrong with showing yourself?
  • You were about to step foot into the lighted area when Saeyoung threw a doll and red ribbons shot out of nowhere to tie it up
  • “RUN!!!“
  • “After them!!!“ Jumin commanded, and the ribbons elongated, chasing after the two of you
  • You snapped out of your trance as Saeyoung pulled you along, using his claws to shred the ribbons that came close to you
  • Jumin almost catches you, but you step out just in time and the ribbons go back inside

  • “Now, do you know why it’s called the ‘Mad Tea House’?“ he asks, bent over and out of breath
  • “I do, but damn, I should’ve kept quiet until Zen stripped down completely.“
  • You were almost forced to play strip mahjong and all you could think of was Zen in all his naked glory???
  • Yep, you definitely had your priorities in order.
  • You thought Saeyoung only had a bad case of side stitches (that abdominal pain you get after exercising/running), but looking closer, you see blood dripping from the gaps on his fingers
  • “Cheshire? Cheshire!!!“
  • “I’m… sorry, MC. One of them got to me,“ he chuckles, but you could see how pale he’s getting
  • He collapses eventually, and you do everything you could just to staunch the bleeding
  • You were helpless and crying, and was considering going back inside to ask for help
  • But would they come to your aid? Or would they still force you to play?
  • Just as you were about to take the risk, you hear footsteps from behind you
  • “Red…The queen wants her white roses painted red…“
  • “Saeran!!! Oh, thank goodness you’re he—“
  • You stop in your tracks as you see that he was accompanied by several card soldiers
  • “You weren’t able to find me, MC. I found you first,“ he smiles, his eyes glinting dangerously

Rika / Queen of Hearts・V / King of Hearts

  • You were presented before the court
  • They treated you roughly, dragging you and forcing you to kneel before the queen and her subjects
  • But at least you got help for Saeyoung

  • “I’ll do whatever you want, I’ll willingly come with you or whatever, please, just help him,“ you plead in between tears
  • Saeran snaps his fingers and the guards surround you, waiting for his orders
  • “Take the girl to the queen and treat the cat,“ he says, and turns around, disappearing

  • “Rabbit, who is this, and why is she here?“ you hear the queen ask, and you look up to find a pair of familiar green eyes looking down at you — Rika
  • She looked almost the same as the first time you personally met her at the Mint Eye headquarters except, this time, she was actually the queen and not a crazy cult leader
  • Saeran bows before addressing the question
  • “My queen, this is the alleged foreigner who flooded the green valleys and convened with the hatter and his cohort of rebels“
  • “What?!? The flood, I can account for, but I never had a meeting with them! They even tried to capture me!“
  • “Silence! Did I ask you to speak,  girl?“ she rises from her throne, walking in your direction
  • Handing her scepter to Saeran, she crouches down and holds you by the hair so that you are forced to look up at her
  • “I could order to have your head cut off right now, you insolent pest. But since you’re a feisty little thing, should I play with you first?“
  • She lets go of you and addresses her subjects
  • “What do you think? Should we play with her for a bit before severing her head? Hmm, I think I fancy a game of croquet right now. What do you think?“
  • “Off with her head!“ one of her subjects yells overhead
  • She smiles, her red, painted lips glistening in the light
  • “You heard what they said dear, off with your head,“ she says in a singsong voice
  • But just as the guards start to drag you away, the door bursts open and V walks in, but dressed as the king of Hearts this time
  • “Enough! I’ve let you corrupt my land long enough, my queen. I think it’s time I atone for my sins,“ he declares, unsheathing his blade.
  • No, don’t even go there. I know what you’re thinking, stop
  • “My king! Surely, you don’t mean…?“ you notice a fearful hint in her voice and she backs away as he advances to her
  • “Rabbit, break the scepter and take the girl back into the portal with you.“
  • “But your highness….“ Saeran hesitates, clutching the scepter to his chest
  • “NOW!!!“ he orders, and Saeran hurries to obey him
  • A portal opens as the scepter breaks, and Saeran pulls you up
  • The queen tries to make a run for it, but V anticipates her move and has the guards hold her
  • “V, come with us!!!“
  • He smiles, the corners of his eyes crinkling as he does so
  • “I’d love to, MC, but that would disrupt the balance. As two enters the portal, so shall two come out from it.“
  • “But V…!“
  • “I’m really sorry, MC. Tell Jumin… that I’m sorry and that I’m always watching over him. Farewell… and be safe.“
  • “I promise,“ you say, tears fogging your sight as you look at him a final time, before letting Saeran take you into the portal.

  • “MC! MC, are you alright?!?“
  • Your eyes fly open to see both brothers looking worriedly at you
  • “Cheshire… and White Rabbit? I… made it home?“
  • “See, Saeyoung? I told you she hit her head or something. I’m going to call an ambulance.“
  • “No, no, don’t call one! I’m fine, guys, really. Did V… make it?“
  • Both of them exchange surprised glances and Saeyoung gently strokes your hair.
  • “MC, have you forgotten? V’s been gone for three years now.“
  • “Oh. It must have been a dream then.“
  • “I don’t know what you were dreaming about, but it must’ve been weird. No, wait, don’t tell me. Can you sit up, noona?“
  • “I can. What happened anyway?“
  • “We don’t know either, but Saeran heard a loud sound and found you passed out in the kitchen. MC, were you trying to sneak out some of my chips again?“
  • “Of course not!“ you shout indignantly, but the force of your tone gives you a headache and you lie back down in Saeyoung’s lap.
  • “Wait there, I’m going to get you some ice for that,“ Saeran stands and makes his way to the kitchen, but you notice the bushy white tail peeking from under his shirt.
  • “Sae—“
  • “Shh,“ Saeyoung winks and gives you one of his mischievous cheshire smiles.
GORILLAZ PROFILE: NOODLE & GORILLAZ

she is the lead guitarist, back-up vocals & song writer of Gorillaz


REJECT FALSE ICONS

The “Reject False Icons” motif was more a controlling idea that became a catalyst for the creation of the album. “Don’t accept inferior goods,” “think for yourself,” and “make something better than the things that you are being offered.” We wanted to put this feeling into the album.”

But the current nature of celebrity now is just a virus, a rotten plague. ‘Reject False Icons’. One of the reasons why we present ourselves in the way we do is to remove the ego from the music. Using the imagination is a far superior way to entertain than the usual route of massaging some pop star’s ego to create a ‘celebrity’ that the audience can buy into.”


NOODLE ON TRACKS & ALBUMS

Dirty Harry” was mainly filmed in the desert around Swakopmund in Namibia, which is in South Africa. The reasoning behind using this location is that no matter how you treat a video after it has been filmed, it’s virtually impossible to achieve that ”real authentic desert“ look down on a beach in Cornwall. So we filmed right in the middle of the proper desert. The nearest town, Walvis Bay, was about half an hour away.


Some of the spooky sounds on O Green World were caught on tape by accident. It is believed that they are mysterious recordings of paranormal experiences going on at Kong Studios.”


Sometimes, in order to express a feeling or an idea directly, it requires the nature of that expression to be made indirectly, or through a certain symbolism. This is true of most myths, fables and other cautionary tales, as it requires the viewer to make a leap of understanding in order to fully interpret the message. When the meaning does come to them it resonates more powerfully. It was for this reason that I looked to the work of Hayao Miyazaki, one of Japan’s most fantastic animators, for inspiration. It was with specific reference to the imagery he used in his film ‘Castle in the Sky’ that I spoke to Jamie Hewlett when we began the process of providing a visual accompaniment to the music of theFeel Good Inc.song.”


on El Manaña,

The helicopters are flying around the tower to make sure no one escapes, monitoring the behavior inside. It is important to them to maintain the status quo, so that they keep people where they want them, under control. The role I play in this is of the escapee. It is difficult to tell whether I am the dream of freedom or whether I am the one who has awoken. 2D is defiantly still stuck in the nightmare


her favourite track is New Genious


The gulf between human and cyborg is narrowing fast. Machines are becoming more human, and us more digital. That’s something we wanted to capture with Humanz.


NOODLE ON DEMON DAYZ

It’s been really heartwarming to see how many people have responded positively to the Demon Days album. It’s a reassurance that our time was not wasted and also that we made the right record.”

I’d begun work on this album before the other Gorillaz returned from their adventures. The initial idea was to put down some rough sketches for the songs, and upon their return, we would work them up into complete tracks. But as time went on, it fell to me to complete the vision that I’d had for the album. Alongside producer Danger Mouse we managed to complete a vast majority of the music before the others returned. But it was their contributions that elevated that album into the realms of excellence.”

It wasn’t intentional to make the album darker, but as musicians or creative people in general, these things just come out without you seeing. It’s almost as if you’re just a conductor, many of the colours you pick and the textures you choose come out through you subconsciously. You just end up reflecting the spirit of the times, sometimes. And…maybe people are responding to that, and buying the album, without knowing it themselves.”

The choral elements came from trying to find a…harmony…or …something that would offer a spiritual, redemptive quality to the darkness that cloaks many of the songs. “Demon Days” and “Don’t Get Lost in Heaven” in particular have that element because they are the outro, exit tracks, and point towards a more harmonious, uplifting outlook.”

Without that [“Don’t Get Lost In Heaven”], the rest of the record makes no sense. It balances the whole album, and it’s also the album’s payoff. The rest of the record is a description of the darkness, and of the volatile times that surround us. The track ‘Demon Days’ is the…antidote. Without it the rest of the album collapses into hopeless misery. That track leaves you looking optimistically to the future, which can only be a good thing.”


NOODLE ON GORILLAZ

Music is the key foundation of every good group. If the music doesn’t
work then everything falls apart. Gorillaz are an animated band, but like most
musicians, we’re not conscious of ourselves when we record. The music is far bigger, far greater then the state of the people who make it.


to which Murdoc replies, 

I’m not sure that Ozzy Osborne would agree with that either. I think most musicians are completely aware of themselves when they record. I mean, he’s like the Lord of Darkness! If he doesn’t make a black-rock Satanic corker, then his whole game is over.


& Noodle replies,

Maybe Gorillaz present themselves too uniquely, we may seem to be an exception to the rule. The Gorillaz music is made without the
preconception of videos or artwork in mind. We simply make the songs sound
right, let them breathe and come alive
.”


The way we present ourselves is as important to us as the music we make. It’s all part of a focused and direct expression.The uniqueness of this presentation is definitely one of the reasons why people have responded to us in the way that they have. It gives people a refreshing entry point into our world. It stands out.”


I was aware of what these people were up to. They are transparent. They treat us like a gimmick, something that could be pulled out at parties to show how smart they are. I did not like this. There is something rotten in the state of Los Angeles. The city of angels has a dark underbelly.


The animation element actually provides a fourth dimension to us. We’re not two-dimensional in the slightest. The other point to remember is that we’ve never been anything other than this.  If you were to take an already existing band and… transform them into cartoons, it wouldn’t work.”


Being in Gorillaz is like riding a roller-coaster every day: ups and downs, thrills, dizziness, some head-on crashes, and always a pile of sick somewhere. I was only 10 when I joined the band, despite England’s child labour laws. But it has been a good education. I’ve battled hell demons, killed zombies (when it was still cool), staged my own death and been replaced by a cyborg. A really cute one. At first I was jealous because Cyborg Noodle could shoot bullets from her mouth, but the experience taught me to be true to myself. I would say the best thing about being in Gorillaz has been the chance to see the world. The worst thing is Murdoc in the mornings. Or when he’s drunk. Or hungover. And also every other time of the day.


Gorillaz is a fusion of personalities, styles, and viewpoints from the margins of the musical cosmos. I think our sound is unique because we have no ‘sound’, exactly.”


The danger with bands and their moral codes is that after a while, if you spend too much time together, you morph into the same personality, yet one that is always fighting among itself.”


Downloading is one of the most important innovations to happen in the history of music. The ability to create portable playlists means that creatively the audience now expects much higher quality of music. There’s no room now for lazy album filler tracks. It has charged the way people listen to or select music, and therefore how it was created.What other careers appeal to you besides music”


the most tiring thing about being in Gorillaz is that she’s always up all night but it’s been stated that Gorillaz doesn’t sleep


Nothing ever leaves the Gorillaz HQ without getting approval from us.
Nothing. Not an advert, not a CD, not a single poster. That’s why Gorillaz come across so well. We don’t delegate or outsource our art
.”


Do you think you ever stood a chance of normality, growing up in Gorillaz?

“Look, before Gorillaz, I was raised by a shadowy super-solider organization as an assassin, so my life was never going to be what you call normal. All those night ops meant no bedtime stories. But it’s my life, and who wants to be normal anyway?


RELATIONSHIP WITH THE MEMBERS

Murdoc is a clown with his attitude because he only sees himself and she doesn’t take him seriously

but she likes that cause its unique and individual

she thinks Murdoc is a slacker & 2D works hard

she often hangs around Russel

has a special zen bond with 2D


when asked about being the only girl in the band,

What is there to mind about? It’s a dream come true. I’ve got three big brothers - one who smells like butterscotch, one who smells like box-fresh trainers, and the other one that smells like halitosis on toast.

I’m like the big sister of the group. I comfort 2D when he has a bad dream, Murdoc when he has a bad trip, and I calm Russel down when he gets paranoid about the world’s problems.”


when asked about Murdoc’s attempts to assassinate Noodle,

The truth of the situation is always more complicated. Besides, when someone owes you big time, you can use it to your advantage. I haven’t had to make my own cup of tea in ages. After seven years he’s still grovelling” (anything else related about it is classified)


RELATIONSHIP WITH OTHERS

All of the guests and contributors were selected because of the role they play in the history of music and the shaping of our references. The idea of putting Shaun Ryder with an Ennio Morricone melody, or Bootie Brown with and Arabic String line, or Dennis Hopper over a breakbeat…. it was about taking apparently conflicting textures and making them work in harmony.”

When Jamie Hewlett and Pete Candeland shoot our videos, the time from initial shots to the finished product is normally around three months. So much of the detail has to be hand drawn, plus there’s the CG elements, then the after-effects, the lighting then the rendering. Each of our videos is like making…well, a mini-movie.

Murdoc said they hired Dennis Hopper from a lookey likey agency

In reality, they met him at an award show where she introduced herself and he had Gorillaz tune

Noodle says Danger Mouse & her have similar understanding of music; that music has a soul and is alive

Murdoc told Noodle that Roots Manuva invented his own demonic potions which once consumed would let you have the ability to change into 'Lord Gosh’, an evil upper class, 18th century thug who prowls the London backstreets by night, issuing cudgel blows to the poor.

Damon Albarn has been a great friend since their inception and has provided them with musical opinion

She has Cyborg Noodle’s head upside down on her coffee table that has a bonsai tree that grows from it

At first I was jealous because Cyborg Noodle could shoot bullets from her mouth, but the experience taught me to be true to myself.”


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So of course Poohphiles would enjoy it enough to slap even less time-consistent cartoon characters onto that and make them twice as useless by having them direct every pratfall the cat and mouse stumble into as usual. This might just be fan fiction, but this is still what storytelling shouldn’t be. And so, without further adieu, let’s bite into Weekenders Adventures of Tom and Jerry: Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory. I can’t believe I just pasted that either.

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pineapplebank  asked:

How bad is Filmation back in the 80's? Like I used to remember hear cartoonist like John K, Sam Simon, Paul Dini and Eddie Fitzgerald said that Filmation is the worst animation studio of all time. Like I know the shows bad but why?

TL;DR version: everything about FILMATION was CHEAP

  • animation
  • storytelling
  • editing
  • production

It was so cheap it took over and forced everybody else down for a very, very long time.


Let me back up a sec, growing up I didn’t have a lot of cartoons, what I got was either old crap from the 60s/70s or 80s toy cartoons. Now don’t get me wrong, I have a lot of affection for old crap because it was my childhood, watching G.I. Joe, Transformers, He-Man, SuperFriends and Scooby Doo is built into my being, I have a soft spot for the fucking WONDER TWINS so like, I get that a lot of people outright love these old shows. But time marched on and good cartoons were just on the horizon and they changed our perception of what cartoons could be on TV forever…

Originally posted by nothingislinear

That’s not to say my childhood wasn’t devoid of good cartoons; Yogi Bear, Rocky & Bullwinkle, The Flintstones and Jetsons all 1960s vintage, but otherwise there was just so much crap SO MUCH CRAP being pumped out to fill Saturday morning advertising spots and I just can’t forgive abhorrent turds like Gilligan’s Planet, not now, not ever

So what made FILMATION suck? It was CHEAP with a capital ¢

Limited animation, boring interchangeable stories, lazy, lazy editing. Even as a kid you knew you were watching 2nd rate crapola but it was either that or the Farm Report so you watched it anyway (any port in a storm right?) You can always tell a FILMATION cartoon because not only is the animation limited BUT that animation going to be shown again and again and again and again (and again). Sometimes even in reverse. Star Trek was at least blessed with some decent writing to distract you from the crumby everything-else (thank you DC Fontana) but it was virtually a slide show. When a show has less animation per episode than Rocket Robin Hood or Spider-Man ‘67 my face kind of scrunches up in amazement that we ate it up like we did (but then again there weren’t as many controls regarding sugar to food value ratios in breakfast cereals back in those days, so maybe my sugar fits added frames of animation where there were none)

Originally posted by welele

Most shows only assembled mouth animation for each episode and if you were lucky the eyes, otherwise everything else was recycled. All the shows were written first and then animated after with these interchangeable factory parts. Even Synchro Vox stuff like Space Angel and Clutch Cargo had new art from time to time but with Fat Albert you saw one episode you saw them all blah-blah-blah all talk, no moving around. You might as well dust off your storybook 45″ and listen to that, at least there’d be voice acting in those

Originally posted by napsmear

What sometimes confused me though was after they escaped the 70s they got ambitious in the 80s with stuff like He-Man and She-Ra (and maybe BraveStarr much later as they fought to survive actual cartoons) the problem with it was you’ve got some realistic bodies to animate with complex shapes and a company that is notorious for moving characters the least amount possible; the result was twitchy and weird and recycled beyond belief. SIDE NOTE: I challenge anybody not on the 80s nostalgia wagon to marathon She-Ra episodes and not fall asleep, watch 10 episodes in a row and then tell me what each one was about. People take it for granted these days that even with serial cartoons like Steven Universe each episode gives you something, whether its story or some new character detail or just something really fun happenin’ (Star vs The Forces of Evil) cartoons of yore were made like sausage links on an assembly line. If I wasn’t a horny little kid there’d be no reason AT ALL to watch garbage like The Archies or She-Ra

Anyway, sometimes you can’t see how big a circus is until you escape it and look back at the size of the tent. In the late 80s something started happening to cartoons, they were getting better, more interesting, more … animated. There are a lot of theories as to why this was. Some people claimed ownership over the movement that happened, I just think it was the zeitgeist at the time, Disney wasn’t the king of animation anymore and that meant there was a gap to fill and more stuff going on at the theatre where REAL money was being made with things like Heavy Metal and The Secret of NiMH, home grown animators were giving a shit about what they made. Then on TV when old timey cartoons with more than 24 frames of animation per second were shown to us by the geniuses at Pee Wee’s Playhouse we got woke real quick, most people hadn’t seen that stuff in decades. And then surprise! Roughly the same time that was happening The New Adventures of Mighty Mouse came about, and man, what a cartoon! That was the first cartoon I remember my parents watching with us kids. It was funny and interesting and WEIRD. It was also animated differently from other shows. It wasn’t as janky as He-Man and yet it wasn’t as somehow as slick-yet-boring as 80s Hanna-Barbara, it was fluid and interesting and weird and funny….

…and then it got yanked off the air because the 80s was a strange, strange time and place BUT the fire was lit and so many other more zany cartoons came out shortly after, Tiny Toons is pretty dated now but back then it was like WHAT! they can do that on TELEVISION? It was animated fairly well and it was funny and it wasn’t that episode of The Flintsones or Looney Tunes you’d seen for the billionth time it was fresh and interesting.

Disney started making a comeback as well what with Family Channel; new original works like Gummi Bears and DuckTales was a big departure from other stuff that was on TV at the time, it was fresh and interesting. Game changers!

Originally posted by ducktales88

At the box office we had stuff like Who Framed Roger Rabbit breathing life back into so many cartoons at once, what happened through the 80s really sparked what would lead to the animation explosion of the 90s


For me looking back at the first half of the 80s (and most of the 70s) you could clearly see how cheap and uninspired the cartoons from that era really were, and then later as an adult learning about other TV cartoons that struggled to pit entertainment vs cost was equally eye opening. The problem with TV animation has always been the expense, TV has always been the “cheap” medium. When it started they used to show old crappy cowboy serials because that was the cheapest stuff they could show to fill airtime. Early cartoons tried very hard to be economical AND funny (Tom Terrific, Rocky & Bullwinkle!) a lot of these shows benefited from a simplistic style and a bunch of animators who’d been plying their craft for years. When they started retiring in the later 60s you could see the impact it had on everything. To my mind Hanna-Barbara was the only shop that was still producing decent cartoons through the mid-60s to the mid-70s, and even then Scooby Do was cearly made in haste to combat newcomers like FILMATION but luckily for HB it caught on in a major way. But by then it was like there was a race to the bottom. Who could make the cheapest crap to get away with and then land syndication rights YIKES (I’m sure somewhere Scooby-Doo, Where are you! is still playing right now)

Originally posted by witchywoman22


Now I’ve seen cartoon trends wax and wane between creator-driven and merch-driven, cheap as dirt / actual care and attention over the last 30+ years, to me its cyclical. We have been blessed with a lot of great shows for a few years which means we’re in for a bust cycle of cash-in dreck, I feel that this time around its main cause is television as a format is shrinking and producers are scared to death that their ad revenue isn’t as fat as it was over the last 30 odd years so they’re rapidly trying to make bank on easy-to-sell crap (remakes, toy tie-ins, all the stuff that make cartoons BAD).

Who knows maybe direct to web / streaming services are the next step for quality cartoons and help us avoid another dank age of animation, but for now I feel that we’re already seeing cheap, rushed out the door stuff seep in between our good cartoons.

Originally posted by jwblogofrandomness

Time will tell… time will tell…

South Park x Reader: Kenny McCormick

Jealous and Perverted: Kenny McCormick


“Eeekkk!”

The girls began to shriek as a small mouse ran around the floor. They all hopped onto the benches in the small change room and hoped that the mouse would just leave.

Chuckling, Kenny watched eagerly with his binoculars at the different girls in the locker room as he hid in the vent. They were all in the middle of changing and the blond boy timed it right, before setting the mouse free. He took in the images of each and every single girl in the school all wearing their panties and bras, different sizes, colours and styles.

They were all so damn tasty.


“Get the fuck out of here Mikey!”

Ah shit.

One girl, wearing a sexy (f/c) lacy bra and panties growled, throwing her comb at the small mouse who dodged it and ran into a nearby vent. After dusting her hands off, she walked over to her comb and bent down, picking it up before turning to the others with a soft smile. “It’s ok now girls you can come down now, the little fucker is gone.” The other girls sighed and stepped down from the benches, thanking her deeply before grabbing their clothes and changing.

The young blond boy groaned deeply to himself, he didn’t even get a chance to take some pictures! But on the bright side he did get an eyeful of a certain someone’s sexy ass when she bent down. Turning around, the boy tried to go back the same way he came in order to get out of the vent. What he didn’t notice was the (e/c) eyes that were glaring up at the vent where he had been hiding.

Oh he was in so much shit when she left.

-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-

Kenny hummed to himself as he packed his backpack with books and such from his locker, his friends were waiting for him at the front of the school so that they could all walk together to the bus stop. Normally he’d hurry up but today he decided to take his sweet ass time.

As he closed his locker door, someone grabbed him by the back of his jacket, turning him around quickly before pressing him against the lockers. Blinking in confusion as he dropped his backpack from shock, the young blond looked up, staring deeply into beautiful (e/c) eyes that were filled with rage and irritation.

“Hey (y/n).” He greeted, lifting his hand up to give her a short wave, only to have her growl at him in respond, as she gripped the front of his jacket, bringing him close to her face as she glared at him. “Kenny, what the fuck did I tell you about peeping into the girl’s changing room?” Tilting his head in mock thought, Kenny simply shrugged his shoulders in a lazy manner, before giving her a smug look. “I don’t remember, by the way (y/n), cute panties and bra. Victoria’s Secret?”

Rolling her eyes, (y/n) slammed Kenny against the locker again and shook her head, “I told you not to peep when I’m in there you asshole! Next time you want to stare at the girls changing do it when I’m already finished and out of the change room. I almost hurt your pet mouse, Mikey.” That being said, (y/n) let go of her friend’s coat and began to fix her clothes and walked out with Kenny.

“But what if I want to see you in your sexy panties?” Kenny muttered, wiggling his eyebrows in a suggestive manner.

“I’d rip your balls off and make you eat them.”

The two chuckled as they walked out of the school, being close friends they normally treated each other as such. (Y/n) was always there for Kenny, and vice versa, they’ve been friends since they were in kindergarten, but (y/n) had to leave South Park a few years ago, she only recently returned and it was as though she never left in the first place.

Only difference was that Kenny was a perverted bastard and (y/n) cussed like a sailor. Shewasn’t like most girls in South Park, and because of it she was the one all the guys wanted. Not that she cared much, because the one guy she really loved, was a perverted dick that only wanted pretty girls with big breasts and an hour glass figure.

Or you know.

A whore.


Heaving a sigh, (y/n) shook her head, she had to get over Kenny, she knew that only wanting one boy for so long will only end in heart break, her older brother told her so. even worse if he was her best friend, because then it would end their friendship and she’d rather have her friendship with Kenny then risk it with a relationship.

“Anyways (y/n), that new Terrence and Phillip movie came out, finally. you want to go and watch it-” before Kenny could finish, a snowball made contact with his face, causing him to fall backwards on his as to the ground.

Unable to help herself, (y/n) laughed, holding her stomach as Cartman, Kyle and Stan made their way towards them. “Goddamn it Kenny what the fuck took you so long!” Cartman cursed, giving (y/n) a swift nod before turning back towards the blond boy on the ground. Standing up, Kenny dusted his jacked off quickly, sending Cartman a venomous glare, “Fuck you Cartman you fat asshole!”

“Don’t call me fat you poverty stricken dick hole!”

Once her laughing fit was through, (y/n) wiped away a tear that had formed from her eye and shook her head at her crazy friends. “Hey guys.” She greeted, smiling sweetly at Stan and Kyle who smiled back, “hey (y/n).” Kyle greeted, before turning to stop Cartman and Kenny from strangling each other. Stan smiled and looked down at his feet, “hey (y/n), um, is it ok if we talk later?” He asked, rubbing the back of his neck nervously. Walking up to Stan, (y/n) patted his head softly as he lifted his head, staring at her deeply in the eyes. (Y/n) smiled softly at him and gave him a swift nod. “Sure thing Stan, just tell me when you want to talk and I’ll be there.”

“A-alone?” He stuttered, smiling when (y/n) chuckled softly and nodded, “sure thing, alone.”

“Get a fucking room you two!”

Turning, Stan and (y/n) glared at Cartman, who simply laughed at them, as he turned and began to walk away. “Just ignore lord fat ass over here ok guys?” Kyle said, sending them a smile as he walked after Cartman. “Oi! Don’t call me fat you dick sucking Jew!”

“Fuck you Cartman!”

Stan and (y/n) laughed and began to follow the two bickering boys, walking side by side as they talked about how their day was. As they chatted, none of the four noticed Kenny, whom was walking behind them, gripping the straps of his backpack as he sent the back of Stan’s head the dirtiest glare he could muster. Not liking the fact that he was making (y/n) smile and laugh.

He had to figure out what Stan wanted to speak with (y/n) about in private.

But first, he had to kick Cartman’s ass for throwing that snowball at him. He ruined the only chance he had at asking (y/n) out to the movies!

That fat ass will PAY!

-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-

Kenny sighed as he stared up at the dirty ceiling, he laid there in bed simply thinking about (y/n) and Stan, wondering what they were talking about.

“Maybe… Maybe Stan needs some help with Wendy again, everyone knows those two are having issues again.” He mumbled to himself, raising a hand to run it through his hair, as he tried hard to convince himself that it was only because Stan needed girl advice.

Shaking his head, Kenny lifted his magazine and simply continued to read, eyes widening as he turned the page. He was so glad he got a new playboy magazine, the girls all had big breasts and such a sexy figure. “I wish I could run my hands down her thighs…” He mumbled, drooling as he turned the page.

“Can’t you stop being perverted for one minute? Goddamn it Kenny.”

Jumping in surprise, the young blond boy turned his head towards the sound, looking up at his window as he spotted (y/n) just there, waving at him and knocking softly at the dirty glass. “(y/n)? What the fuck are you doing here?” He asked, placing his magazine down as he sat up, moving towards the window to open it. (Y/n) giggled and climbed inside with her backpack on, once in she dusted her pants and looked around, raising a brow at all the new playboy posters of blondes and brunettes on the wall, they were all curvy and in skimpy bikinis. “Wow Ken, how are you ever going to get yourself a girlfriend with all these posters.”

Shaking her head, she turned to sit down on Kenny’s bed, only to see the playboy magazine the young blond had been reading before she came to bother him. “(Y/n) what are you doing here? Did something happen?” Kenny asked, sitting down next to her and raising a brow as she placed her backpack down on the ground.

(Y/n) simply hummed in respond, lifting the magazine and glancing through it, only to scrunch her nose as she turned every page, “uh, yeah no, you’re so not going to get a girlfriend with all this porn and shit.” She mumbled, giggling when Kenny growled, taking the magazine out of (y/n)’s hands and throwing it aside. “Whatever, you still didn’t answer my question.”

(Y/n) laughed and reached into her bag, zipping it open as she began to pull out chips, sodas and a bunch of other treats. “I came to bother you, as always.”

Kenny sighed and took a soda can, opening it as he watched (y/n) unpack the rest of the treats she brought with her. Once she was done, she took a bag of lays and opened them, before leaning against the wall on Kenny’s bed and sighing, “I was so bored at home. But seriously dude, you should calm your dick down a bit, you’ll never get a girlfriend with all your pervertedness.” Kenny scoffed and placed his soda down on his side table, before moving to lay his head down on (y/n)‘a chest.

This was something he loved about her, she was kind and although a bit bitchy, she was still cooler then most of the girls at school. She was also secretly really cuddly, and allowed Kenny to hug her or cuddle her a lot. But if he went overboard, like that time where he squeezed her boobs in front of everyone in the cafeteria, she would kick his ass from here to China.

“So what did you and Stan talk about?” He mumbled, his eyes drifting close as he listened to the gentle beat of (y/n)’s heart against his ear, he hoped that she would tell him, they were best friends after all, she told him everything. Well almost everything, she didn’t know about his crush on her…

Or the wet dreams he had…

(Y/n) hummed and chewed on a chip as she looked up at the ceiling, “I’m dating Stan now.”

Kenny’s eyes shot open as he sat up, staring at her in the eyes hoping it wasn’t true, “you’re what?” He asked, his voice cracking a bit without him meaning to. (Y/n) simply nodded and continued to eat her chips, not really noticing the shocked look on Kenny’s face. “Yeah, he asked me out a while ago. I was actually ganna tell you guys at school but I guess you’re now the first to know. Unless Stan told Kyle. But anyways, there’s more to it then just dating.”

This can’t be happening.

This cannot be happening, his best friend and long time crush was dating his other friend? No, no, no he did not approve!

“Why are you dating Stan!” The young blond boy shouted, not caring how angry his tone was as (y/n) stared back at him, her (e/c) eyes widening in shock. “Because… He asked me out?” She responded, sitting up and placing her chips down onto Kenny’s side table, raising a brow in confusion as her blond friend sat there in silence, fisting his hands in his lap as he glared at the ground. “Kenny?” She asked, reaching out to touch his cheek, only to flinch when his normally calm sky blue eyes turned to glare at her, “why him? Would you have gone out with Cartman if he asked you out? Or Kyle?”

She blinked, taking her hand back only to squeak in shock as Kenny gripped her wrist, pulling her in close as he stared deeply into her (e/c) eyes. “Would you? Would you just go out with anyone? What about me what if I asked you out?”

“Kenny… What the fuck is wrong with you?” (Y/n) asked slowly, trying to take her wrist back, only to whine a bit as Kenny tightened his grip. “Answer me (y/n)!” He growled, stopping her from moving away from him. “Kenny let me go-”

“Answer my question first!”

“Kenny your hurting me-”

“What about Craig? Or maybe even Butters? Would you have dated them if they asked?”

“Kenny I swear to god-”

“Why Stan! Of all people why Stan!?!? You KNOW he’s with Wendy and-”

“KENNY LET ME GO YOU ASS WAD!”

Ripping her wrist away from his grip, (y/n) stepped back, holding her aching wrist close to her as she glared at her supposed friend. “Kenny what the fuck is wrong with you!” She growled, rubbing her wrist gently only to scowl as she noticed how it began to bruise. Great, now she had to go and explain to everyone how she got the bruise.

Maybe if she lied to them and said she was attacked by a dire bear when she was sneaking through the Forrest? No, wait fuck that, dire bears are only found in Canada.

Dire bears are just like bears you know, only dire.

Kenny sighed and ran a hand through his blond locks, he didn’t intend to get that angry, he didn’t mean to hurt (y/n), but he couldn’t help it. He liked her too much to let her go to anyone else.

Much less love-retarded Stan.

“I’m just going to go,” (y/n) mumbled, sighing in frustration as she grabbed her backpack and started to climb out of the window. “Wait, (y/n)!” Kenny called out, placing his hand over hers as he tried to stop her. She sighed and looked up at him, watching as he stared down at their hands, a sad look crossing his features as he sighed, “I’m… I’m sorry…”

(Y/n) simply sighed again and took her hand away from his, ignoring the soft whimper Kenny made, and continued to climbed Out of the window.

She just wanted to leave and let him cool off a bit, she knew it always took a while for Kenny to calm down after they get into an argument.


Kenny watched as she climbed out, trying to ignore the pain he felt in his heart, knowing he had hurt her when he told himself ages ago when she came back to South Park, that he wouldn’t let anyone harm her. Once she was out of sight, the young blond boy growled and slammed his fist down onto the windowsill, “goddamn it!”

He had blown it, he let his temper get the best of him and he had harmed her. All because he was angry at the thought of (y/n) with Stan. Why did Stan want to date (y/n) anyways? He had Wendy! So what could he want with (y/n)?

Damn it if he was simply using (y/n) and playing with her feelings he was going to kick Stan’s ass!

Kenny growled in frustration as he ran his hands through his blond locks once again.

Damn, he was pissed off as fuck.

Turning, the young blond grabbed his magazine and headed towards the bathroom.

He needed to blow off some steam.

-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-

Kenny sighed as he walked towards the bus stop, dragging his feet lazily as he glared at the ground. He was still thinking about what happened the night (y/n) had come to visit him. Lifting a hand to his face, he rubbed his aching eyes.

He hasn’t been able to sleep a wink, because every time he fell asleep, all he saw was (y/n) and Stan, being all lovey Dovey with each other. But that wasn’t all he saw, sometimes he would dream where one minute he was with (y/n), and the two were having fun and laughing as normal, then suddenly, the dream would change and he found himself sitting alone on the ground. At first he was confused, until he began to hear moans echoing all around him.

Now, sex dreams were nothing unusual for Kenny, since he had them often, but as he stood to walk around, the moans got louder and louder, until he hit what seemed to be a glass wall. Looking through the glass wall, Kenny would stare in shock, because there, on the other side, was (y/n) and Stan, on a bed, doing the nasty.

Kenny would bang on the glass, calling for them to stop, only to get angry as the two only continued. Kenny would normally wake up irritated and angry, ready to grab a bat and bash Stan’s face in, but he knew (y/n) was never the type to do those things.

Maybe he really was too perverted for his own good.

Sighing in frustration, the blond ran a hand through his hair and tried to shake his thoughts away from those stupid dreams.

“Hey Kenny!”

Oh no lord fat ass is here.

“Hey Kenny.” Kyle greeted, raising a brow at his angry friend, sharing a confused glance with Cartman before turning back to the blond in confusion. The walk to the bus stop was quiet, which normally, meant one of them was pissed off beyond belief. “So,” Cartman began, thinking of a way to end the quiet between them all, “I heard that all Jews are waiting in hiding with their gold, in order to kill everyone else and eat all our flesh for more gold.”

“Fuck you Cartman! Stop making up bull crap lies you son of a bitch!”

They two bickered, as always, not that Kenny really cared, he was too busy thinking about his dreams. He wouldn’t mind beating up Stan, but he guessed it was also his fault since he didn’t confess to (y/n) when he should have. And now the girl of his dreams was with Stan.

He now had all her sweet laughs, her beautiful smiles, her amazing self and her love.

The more that he thought about it, the angrier he got, gripping the straps of his backpack as he tried to calm himself down.

“Hey guys!”

Turning their heads, they watched as Stan and (y/n) walked hand in hand towards them. “Whoa, no way.” Cartman mumbled, raising a brow as the two stopped before them, “oh what the fuck.” Kenny mumbled, glaring at their joined hands. Somewhere out there some god was laughing down at him.

“I’ll uh, I’ll explain it later ok?” Stan said, rubbing the back of his neck nervously. (Y/n) just rolled her eyes playfully and flicked the side of Stan’s head, “jeez no need to be so nervous Stan, I’m sure they’ll understand.”

Kenny simply growled, watching from a distance as the guys all talked about the new Terrence and Phillip movie that recently came out. Luckily for him the school bus arrived, stopping before them as they got inside. Kenny sighed and waited for everyone to get in before going in himself, (y/n) right in front of him.

As (y/n) went to take a seat next to the window, Kenny made his way to her and sat himself down before Stan could even try. “Sorry Stan.” He mumbled, not really meaning it as he placed his backpack down on the ground and watched as the raven haired boy sit next to Kyle. Heaving a sigh of relief, the young blond turned to his long time crush, “(y/n)… Listen I-”

“If this is about what happened before it’s ok man, I’m not mad at you.” She interrupted, sending him her sweetest smile.

Kenny couldn’t help the small whine that escaped his lips as he laid his head down on her shoulder in defeat. (Y/n) blinked, before patting Kenny’s head softly, “hey… You doing ok there Ken Ken?” She asked, raising a brow when Kenny simply moved closer to her and sighed.

She was just too beautiful for him to stay mad at. Her bright smile that seemed to make any day a bright one, her amazing (e/c) eyes that seemed to sparkle whenever she laughed, and her beautiful (h/l), (h/c) hair that seemed to frame her face perfectly.

She was truly a treasure.

(Y/n) just gave him a soft smile, before turning to look back out the window, Kenny did seem too tired to talk when they had arrived at the bus stop, what harm could it do to just let him rest for a few minutes on her shoulder? She could always wake him up when they arrived at school.

-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-

He couldn’t take it anymore, this was going a bit far.

Kenny could practically FEEL his eye twitch uncontrollably with rage as he kept hearing students all around the school talk about what a great couple (y/n) and Stan were. Turns out Stan had broken up with Wendy, big surprise, a few days ago, so now Stan was dating (y/n) and Wendy was being a whiny little whore about wanting Stan back.

She could have him back as long as Stan stopped dating (y/n) and stopped TOUCHING HER.

He couldn’t help a low growl, watching Stan and (y/n) laugh across the lunch table. Stan would always lift his hand and run it through her luscious (h/c) hair, or even make her kiss his cheek.

It was pissing him off!

“Hey (y/n)?” Stan said, leaning his head against her shoulder with a thankful smile on his face. (Y/n) hummed in respond, smiling as she leaned her head on his. “I love you.”

Kenny fisted his hands together, knowing that his knuckles were probably white underneath his gloves as he prayed to every god he knew that (y/n) would respond with a, 'no Stan, I don’t love you I love Kenny’.

(Y/n) giggled and nodded softly, “I love you t-”

“AAAAARRRRGGGHHHH!!!”

Everyone at the cafeteria stopped what they were doing and turned to watch as Kenny stood from his seat, stomping his way out of the cafeteria doors and grumbling to himself.

Everyone blinked in confusion, as they stared at the doors for a few more seconds, wondering what just happened. Cartman was the first to snap out of his shock, shaking his head before raising a brow, “what the fuck is wrong with Kenny?”

Shaking out of her shock, (y/n) sighed and began to stand, “I’ll go get him. Maybe someone messed with his porn again. Cough Cartman cough.”

“Hey! That was one time and it was only because Kenny was making fun of Polly prissy pants!”

“You gathered his playboy collection at the back of the school, covered it in gasoline and lit the whole thing on fire.” Stan deadpanned, rolling his eyes when Cartman growled at him.

“You still don’t fucking make fun of Polly prissy pants!”

By the time the two had started an argument, (y/n) was out of the cafeteria, walking down the halls as she looked all over for a familiar orange coat.

“Kenny!” She called out, looking about the empty halls for her best friend, he had been acting weird the whole school day, with a look on his face that seemed like he would explode with rage any second now. He seemed fine when she was with him, it was only when Stan was around that he looked like a ticking time bomb. “Kenny I swear to god that if you died in the halls I’m going to be really pissed off at you!”

She was the only one that knew about Kenny’s curse, she knew that he dies one day, but comes back the next day unharmed as though he never died in the first place. When she had first brought it up to the blond, he hugged the fuck out of her, saying he was glad at least someone out there missed him and remembered when he died.

Although she may have cried her eyes out and beat him up for scaring her shitless. What kind of person would forget the way their best friend was brutally decapitated because of a flying axe?

“Ken- oh there you are.”

Of course Kenny would be on the steps of the school hall with a playboy magazine in hand. Rolling her eyes, (y/n) moved to sit down next to him and raised a brow. “You know,” she began looking up at the 'Go Cows!’ signs around the walls, “if mr. Mackey sees you with that he’d take it away and you’d get in trouble again.”

“Fuck mr. Mackey he can suck my juicy long dick.”

Dispite being worried, (y/n) couldn’t help but laugh, Kenny always knew how to make you laugh with his randomness. As she wrapped her arms around her stomach, Kenny stared at her from underneath his lashes, enjoying the way the sound of her sweet laughter echoed throughout the empty halls.

She was just, so damn beautiful.


Once her laughing fit was over, (y/n) tuned to Kenny and giving him a soft smile, “your juicy long dick?” She asked, rolling her eyes at the smug look on Kenny’s face. “It’s nice and big, you wanna see it?” (Y/n) giggled and shook her head when Kenny wiggled his eyebrows suggestively.

“No thanks I’m good.” (Y/n) mumbled, waving her hand around aimlessly, Kenny chuckled and placed his magazine down, resting his cheek on his open palm as he stared at her with a smile on his face. “You’re really pretty (y/n).”

(Y/n) smiled and flicked Kenny’s forehead, “sure thing Ken Ken, whatever makes you happy.”

Kenny lifted his hand up and quickly held onto hers, holding it gently as he stared deeply into her eyes, “you make me happy.”

(Y/n) couldn’t help the blush that coated her cheeks as she stared back at him, he was giving her a look of longing and love, it was weird because no other boy had ever given her such a look. “Um, ok. I’m glad I make you happy.”

Kenny sighed and held her hand in his own, rubbing his thumb gently over her knuckles, “why did you have to get with Stan.” He whispered, sighing as he looked at (y/n), enjoying the cute blush that was dusting her cheeks. Slowly, he began to move closer, leaning his face in until they were just centimetres apart, “(y/n).” He whispered, watching as her eyes drifted close, he looked down at her plump lips, before allowing his own eyes to drift close and-

“Hey guys!”

Goddamn it Stan!

Squeaking in shock, (y/n) turned her head and smiled brightly, standing and taking her hand away from Kenny’s as she walked over to Stan, whom was running up to them. “I have awesome news!” He cheered, hugging her tightly. (Y/n) let out a soft giggle and hugged back, ignoring the feeling of Kenny’s heated glare on the back of their heads. “So what’s the news?” She asked, leaning back to stare at Stan, who simply smiled back at her in victory, “I promise I’ll tell you later! Right now we should probably head back, the guys are finishing up their lunch and getting ready for gym.” (Y/n) nodded and held his hand as the two began to walk, until someone grabbed her other hand and stopped her.

Turning, Stan and (y/n) raised a brow to see Kenny gripping (y/n)’s free hand. Growling softly, Kenny pulled her back into his arms gently, before wrapped this arms around her waist and rested his chin on (y/n)’s shoulder, giving Stan a dirty look. “We’ll see you at the cafeteria in a while Stan.”

Blinking in confusion, Stan raised a brow, but nodded at him nonetheless, “uh, ok. See you guys there I guess.” He mumbled, slowly walking away, stopping to look back at (y/n) with a confused look on his face, (y/n) simply shrugged back at him, watching as he headed back towards the cafeteria. Once they were alone, she sighed and turned towards her blond friend with a confused look. “Kenny?” She asked, raising a brow as her friend stood up straight, lifting his hand up to his hood and taking it off. His sky blue eyes stared at her with a sad expression, “are you ok-”

Before she knew what was happening, Kenny had pushed her up against the locker, both of his hands holding her wrists up high as he smashed their lips together.

Kenny was kissing her.

Kenny.

Was kissing.

Her.


Pulling away, (y/n) stared up at him, sighing in frustration, “goddamn it Kenny let me go.” He simply stared at her, showing no emotion before leaning down to kiss her again, growling a little when she turned her head away, “Kenny let go.”

“No!”

Flinching in shock at the angers tone in Kenny’s voice, (y/n) lifted her head, staring at the angry and hurt look on his face. Kenny took a deep breath, before laying his head down on (y/n)’s shoulder, sighing sadly, “why Stan?” He whispered.

“Huh?”

“Why Stan? Why did you have to go and date Stan?” He asked again, lifting his head up as he let go of her wrists. “Why did you have to say yes to him (y/n).”

(Y/n) didn’t know what to do, she was so confused and in shock. Kenny leaned his forehead against hers, lifting his hands to gently cup her cheeks and rubbing his thumb against one of her cheeks softly. “I love you, so why did you have to go and date Stan.”

She felt her heart skip a beat at hearing his confession, standing there, frozen in place as she slowly tried to register what she had just heard. Taking the window of opportunity, Kenny placed a hand under (y/n)’s chin and lifting it up gently, before leaning down to give her a soft kiss.

She hesitated at first, before slowly, kissing back, lifting her arms to wrap them around his neck. Dropping his hands, Kenny placed them on her hips, bringing her close as he ran his tongue over her bottom lip, while his other hand snuck its way inside (y/n)’s shirt and up her chest.

Growling, she lifted her hand and smacked him in the back of the head hard, “Goddamn it Kenny where the hell are you touching!”

-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-

“You two… Were faking it?”

Nodding, (y/n) rolled her eyes as Kenny laid back on his bed, staring up at his bedroom ceiling as he tried to take in all the information he had just received. After the whole, 'kicking kenny’s ass at school’ scenario, Stan finally explained to the others that he had asked (y/n) to pretend to be his girlfriend, so he could get back at Wendy. Once Wendy had asked Stan to get back together, he rejected her.

Brutally.

In front of everyone.

And it was totally awesome.

Once they had explained everything, Stan thanked (y/n) for being a great friend and helping him out. Kenny, who was now sporting a black eye for attempts of molestation, ended up cheering and running out of the school and into the streets happily, thanking god that (y/n) didn’t really like Stan.

But then he got hit by a truck.

While everyone was shocked and screaming at Kenny’s dead body, (y/n) shook her head and face palmed.


“So, does this mean your my girlfriend now?” Kenny asked, sitting up on his bed and sending her a bright smile, “huh?” She mumbled, breaking out of her thoughts as she stare at her perverted blond friend. Chuckling, he stood and walked over to her, taking his hood off quickly as he wrapped his arms around her waist and bringing her close to him. “I asked if we’re dating now, I mean I did kiss you and you aren’t dating anyone.”

Crossing her arms, (y/n) looked away, trying to ignore the blush on her cheeks, “and if I am dating someone?”

“I’ll kick their ass for trying to steal my girl.”

(Y/n)’s face turned to a bright crimson as she turned back to her blond friend, shocked at seeing the serious expression on his face. “Besides, I already know you love me, your brother told me so.” (Y/n)’s jaw dropped to the floor as she stared at him, “h-he told you? Since when! And why do you even talk with Yami? He’s anti-social!”

Kenny chuckled and nuzzled his cheek against hers softly, “who else do you think gets me all my porn?” Ah, so that’s where he’s been getting all those posters, movies and magazines from. She won’t be able to look look her brother straight in the eyes for a few days, or months.

Maybe even a couple of years.

“So, aren’t you going to say it?” Looking at him, (y/n) tilted her head to the side and raised an eyebrow in confusion, “huh?”

Kenny chuckled again and began to kiss her neck softly, “aren’t you going to confess to me? Tell me how much you love me?” Ignoring the way that he was kissing her neck sweetly, (y/n) sighed and wrapped her arms around his neck and nodded, “I love you too Kenny, ever since we were little.”

Smiling smugly, the young blond lifted a hand and placed it under (y/n)’s chin, gently lifting it up and leaning down to plant the sweetest kiss on her lips. Without hesitation, she kissed back, running her hands through his soft, blond locks as he held her closer to him.

Licking her bottom lip, Kenny allowed his hand to slowly make its way to cup (y/n)’s butt.

“GODDAMN IT KENNY!”

“It’s just a little squeeze!”

“Little squeeze my ass!”

“That’s what I want to squeeze, unless you let me squeeze your boobs.”

“DAMN IT KENNY YA PERVERTED BASTARD!”

Despite getting chased around his house by the girl of his dreams, Kenny was happy. He finally had her all to himself and no one else could take her from him.

God help them if they ever tried.

EXO When You Are a Hybrid

Xiumin: (Rabbit Hybrid)

   You rub at your heavy-lidded eyes as you pad down to your kitchen. Smelling the heavenly aroma of coffee, you knew Minseok was already up. As he usually was before you. Pulling your hair into a bun, you made careful not to snag your long ears. Sitting down at the bar island, Minseok placed a mug topped with whip cream in front of you. “New recipe?” You asked while taking a hearty gulp, it was delicious, as always. “Yup.” Minseok giggled as he wiped whip cream from you top lip, which made you grin. “I love your gap. “ He said referencing to the small gap between your two front teeth, everyone in your family had it. It came with the ears.  

Luhan: (Deer Hybrid)

   Rushing past an old couple, you speed up your pace to your boyfriend’s apartment. It was Halloween Night and Luhan had begged you to go to a costume party with him. Usually you would refuse seeing as being half deer half human made it extremely hard to dress up as something else, but because you loved him, you agreed. “Luhannie? I’m he-“You called before stopping blank at the sight in front of you. Luhan had made himself into a fawn, he had attached fake deer ears to his head and even painted spots on his pale skin to mimic your image. Luhan smiled shyly at you, “Do you like it, Jagi?” You had to swallow back a lump before speaking. “I love it, and I love you Luhan.”  

Kris: (Snake Hybrid)

   You hold back your laugh tickling your throat as you crawl on the floor towards your prey. Kris had been insanely bored and had suggested a game of hide and seek in the dark. Only, he forgot that you could sense his body heat and literally see his outline with your snake eyes. Not that you needed them, your boyfriend was a stumbling giant who couldn’t be quiet to save his life. Quickly slithering forward, you spring onto Kris, who takes both of you down. After a few giggles and groans, you flick your forked tongue out. “Best two out of three?”

Lay: (Sheep Hybrid)

   “Yixing, where are you?” You called out to the dark apartment that you shared with your boyfriend. You turn your head at the sound of a small gasp coming from your bedroom. A small prickle of fear rushed up from your feet to the tips of your sheep ears. Slowly walking into the bedroom, you see Yixing sitting on the bed writing in a notebook. “Jagi! You’re home, how was-“Yixing chattered before a shopping bag tumbled out of the closet. Before he had time to react, you reached in and felt what you knew would be in there: a wool sweater. Turning around you see a somber Yixing with his head hung low. A small smile touched your lips, “SheepXing, it’s okay, it’s just a sweater.”

Suho: (Fox Hybrid)

    “Suho! Please, can we stop?” You beg as you try not to groan from the strenuous position you’ve been keeping for the last 15 minutes. “Why?” Suho asked while continuing to snap photos of you posing from the tree. “I’m getting a crick in my shoulder and its cold!” Your fox ears lower down with all your energy that’s vanished. “Okay, we will in a moment, but the sun came out again and it’s making your brown eyes glow!” Suho giddily smiled before clicking away for the next half hour.  

Chen: (Cat Hybrid)

     You sighed in content from the sun’s rays on your stretched out body. Daily naps with your boyfriend was all you could ever ask for. “Jagiya? Please stop moving, I can’t fall asleep.” Chen whined behind you. You frowned at his voice, “I’m not moving.” Turning around to looking at Chen, you see your tabby-colored tail swaying across his face. “Yes, you are.” Chen responded while flicking one of your cat ears.

Chanyeol: (Meerkat Hybrid)

    “I swear to god Chanyeol, I’m going to murder you!” You groan in frustration as you caught your boyfriend mimicking your “meerkat” pose behind you for the last 20 minutes. “Oh come on, jagiya! It’s fun!” Chanyeol pouted his face to make his point more valid. “Look, even your nose and whiskers are scrunched up!” You angrily stared at your boyfriend’s beaming face before turning to grab your shoes and keys. “I’m hanging out with Kyungsoo.”

Baekhyun: (Mouse Hybrid)

   Baekhyun would love how your nose would twitch at the sight of cheese, as ironic as it was. He could never stop the giggles when the tremor from your nose wiggled throughout your whiskers. You guys have had pasta for the past four nights, not that Baekhyun cared, as long as you were happy. “Jagi?”

“Yeah Baby?”

“You’re doing it again.”

You look down to see the parmesan bottle empty and your pasta covered in a mountain of white flakes.

“Oh, dammit!”

D.O: (Wolf Hybrid)

  “Come on, Kyungsoo-ah!! You’re doing great!” You cheer him on as you guys race through the forest path. Kyungsoo had wanted to slim down a bit so you offered a jog through the forest. Although completely out of breath, he was able to beam brightly at your comment. Sprinting past tree after tree, your wolf ears pricked at the sound of rushing water. “Kyungsoo-ah!” You cry while grabbing the back of his sweatshirt before he goes face first into the roaring river. “Ah-hah, thanks jagi.” Kyungsoo smiled nervously.

Tao: (White Tiger Hybrid)

   “Tao. Come on, I’m serious get up. Tao… TAO!” You firmly said with your arms across your chest. Your white and black striped tail flickered back and forth with annoyance at your lazy-ass boyfriend. It was 1 in the afternoon and he was still sleeping. Trying to pull and prod him did no good, either. This called for your secret weapon. Lightly springing onto the bed, you straddled his back. A small moan muffled by the pillows reached your ears. Smiling to yourself, you rake your nails slowly down his back. Leaning close to your boyfriend’s ear you purr, “Tao, get up before I kick your panda ass.” With that, you move your nails down a bit harder this time making Tao hiss. You smile in victory as he gets up to take a shower. “Shut up.” He directs at you while looking at his back in the mirror.

Kai: (Lynx Hybrid)

  “Like this?” You ask your boyfriend as you copy that dance move he’s been teaching you. Leaping into the air, you execute a spin before landing nimbly onto the balls of your feet. “Jagi, that was amazing! I think you might be better than me!” Kai said in surprise. You giggle as you slink towards the beautiful dancer. Swishing your tail to push the two of you closer together, you purr in content. “I’m not better than you baby, I just have a great teacher.”

Sehun: (Raven Hybrid)

  “Sehun, can you help me with my choker?” You ask while holding your hair up. A grumble was all you got in response before your lanky boyfriend went behind you. As he tighten the clasp, his fingers brush against the onyx black feathers on your neck. “AHH!” You try to pull away from the tickling feeling. “Oh no, Babe, come back here.” Sehun wrapped a long arm around you before going for your neck again. “SeNoodle!” You laughed as you blinked back happy tears.


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The Personal Blog of Molly Hooper

“I want to ask you something…on your blog, you mentioned- last night, and I…well, you said it was…boring. Molly, if I’m failing to please-”

“Sherlock, I was joking…come on, I know you read it. I’m hardly going to say my new secret lover rocks my world and makes me forget my own name when we’re together. You…are the best…I’ve ever, and will ever, have.”

9:13pm January 12th 2014

I cannot believe the evening I’ve had! Firstly, Mr. Sexy Self-Proclaimed Sociopath demanded my full attention yet again (honestly, it’s like he doesn’t want me to meet anyone.) Anyway, on my way home, I went to my local chippie…bloody drunk started grabbing at me and pulled me into an alleyway. Luckily, Allan saw and shooed him off – it’s times like this I wish I knew self-defence! Can you imagine that? Molly Hooper, shy little morgue mouse, fighting her own battles? It’s a thought…

“SHERLOCK HOLMES!” The consulting detective groaned loudly when he heard the small and angry steps on the stairs leading to flat B; Molly was terrifying when she was angry – he desperately glanced around the flat, searching for something to make him look busy. Giving up, he threw himself on the sofa as the door flew open, “what the hell is this?”

Molly threw the newspaper across his sprawled body, effectively bringing his attention to the headline: MAN FOUND BADLY BEATEN IN ALLEY OUTSIDE CHIP SHOP.

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stucky and kid fluff--- extremely fluffy this was more fluffy than anticipated

“Papa, papa, papa!” Bucky woke up to a tiny voice and a small body jumping on him. 

“Good morning, baby girl.” Bucky opened his eyes and smiled at the little girl.

“Make pancakes, Papa! Please!” Charlie begged, landing beside Bucky and making puppy eyes. She pouted her lower lip out and stared at Bucky with big blue eyes, and Bucky knew exactly where she’d learned how to do that. He also knew he had no choice in this matter.

“Okay, what kind?” He asked, sitting up.

“Chocolate! Chocolate, chocolate!” Charlie sang, and Bucky couldn’t help the smile that formed on his face.

“Let’s go, kiddo.” Bucky grabbed his daughter and scooped her into his arms. Charlie wrapped her skinny little arms around his neck and giggled.

“Daddy said I had to wake you up ‘cause he made breakfast yesterday. He said you can’t be lazy and sleep in too late.” Charlie said.

“Oh he did, did he?” Bucky teasingly asked Steve, who was sitting at the kitchen counter with a coffee and a crossword. 

“Yes, he did,” Steve said, getting up and crossing the room. He took Charlie from Bucky’s arms and kissed Bucky lightly. “Your coffee’s on the counter, in your blue mug. We’re gonna watch Sesame Street, right Charlie?”

“Yay!” Charlie exclaimed, wiggling around in Steve’s arms.

“Who’s your favorite, again?” Bucky asked, knowing full well the answer but loving the way Charlie told him.

“Cookie monster! Om nom nom nom nom!” Charlie pretended to shove cookies in her mouth and shrieked with laughter when Steve tickled her.

“Wait, Daddy, we have to tell Papa!” Charlie said as Steve turned to carry her into the family room.

“Tell me what?” Bucky asked.

“Can you come to my tea party later with Daddy?” Charlie asked, grinning. “And can you braid my hair first?”

“Of course baby girl!” Bucky replied, and he shared a happy smile with Steve when Charlie stretched forward and kissed him on the cheek.

Two hours later, Bucky was braiding Charlie’s dark brown hair. 

“Can you make it like you braided Uncle Thor’s hair last week, please?” Charlie asked, a hopeful look on her face.

“Sure, kiddo.” Bucky said, and set to work on the braid Nat had insisted on teaching him as soon as she found out he and Steve were getting a daughter. Steve sat on the couch opposite them and sketched Bucky braiding Charlie’s hair as the ten o’clock sunlight filtered into the room. 

“Hey, Charlie, do you want me to put some flowers in your braid?” Bucky asked.

“Yeah!” She agreed, and Bucky reached for the little blue and purple flowers he and Steve had gotten for this very purpose.

“Thanks, Papa.” Charlie said when Bucky had finished, and flung her arms around his neck. She kissed his cheek again. “I love you, Papa.”

“I love you more.” Bucky said, tapping her nose.

“I love you this much!” She said, spreading her arms all the way out.

“I love you this much,” Bucky smiled, spreading his arms out. “See, it’s bigger.” He wrapped his giggling little girl in a hug. He heard a noise, and looked up to see Steve holding a camera and smiling the way he often did when Bucky and Charlie were together.

"You hafta get ready! You and Daddy have to dress up! It’s a fancy tea party!” Charlie said. “I’m the princess! And you guys are the princes. And Mr. Bear is the duke. But you hafta dress up!” She ran off to her room to go get a dress. Steve took Bucky’s hand and helped him up.

“Shall we, Prince James?” Steve asked.

“We shall, Prince Steven.” Bucky rolled his eyes but kept a hold on Steve’s hand.

At the end of the day, Bucky and Steve were cuddling on the couch while Charlie drew with her markers. 

“Daddy, Papa, I made you something.” Charlie brought over two pieces of paper with hearts all over them and a big circle in the middle, and they said, ‘I love you to the moon and back’. Bucky almost cried. 

Bucky came to Charlie’s room with a glass of water while Steve read her favorite story, Guess How Much I Love You, to her. She was in the Minnie Mouse pajamas Tony and Pepper had gotten her the time they took her shopping at the mall, and she was completely entranced by the words Steve was reading to her. Bucky stood in the doorway, smiling, and watched. Charlie grew more tired as the story went on, and soon she was barely keeping her eyes open.

“Nothing could be farther than the sky. "I love you right up to the moon.” Little Nutbrown Hare said, and closed his eyes. “Oh that’s far,” Said Big Nutbrown Hare. “That’s very very far.” Big Nutbrown Hare settled Little Nutbrown Hare onto his bed of leaves. He leaned over and kissed him goodnight.“ Steve read, and Charlie was almost asleep.

"I love you all the way to the moon-and back.” Bucky chorused with Steve as he came into the room. He set the water down and kissed Charlie’s forehead. Steve did the same, and, hand in hand, the two happy fathers went to bed.

As Requested: Norman Is Your Teacher And He Asks You To Stay After Class, Leading To Rough Sex On His Desk

[A/N]: Another story for you guys! It’s kind of a short one I guess, and it feels a little different from the style I usually write. Hmm.. Not sure if it’s one of my best..

Let me know if you like it! 

Lots of smut??

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The ringing of the bell bounced off the walls and had everyone in your class sighing out in relief that the day was over. Everyone had sports, friends, work, or laziness to get to and most were happy to be done with the ever so boring lectures from your teacher, Mr. Reedus. But you on the other hand, didn’t mind it so much. You even looked forward to seeing your teacher each day. Mostly because he was amazingly sexy and you could listen to his raspy, smooth voice for hours. A lot of the time you caught yourself daydreaming about him. Those hands, those arms, those sharp blue eyes, those lips, and the way he says your name. “Y/N,” you bit your lip as you packed up your things, imagining again. “Y/N,” this time your furrowed your eyebrows, hearing it outside of your head. 
You turned and saw your teacher leaning against his desk, arms crossed, looking at you. “Do you have a moment?”
Blushing, you set what you had in your hands down and made your way over to him. “Yes, Professor?” You said shyly, playing with your hands. 

“I’d like to discuss your most recent test grade,” he started, getting up and moving behind his desk, to his computer, after giving you a quick once over that you didn’t notice. Nodding, you sighed and followed him. “Some red flags came up with your grade and if you don’t get it up before the end of the marking period, you are going to have to switch into a lower course,” he said, scrolling his mouse. You knew that you weren’t doing so well in his class. You day dreamed most of the class and when he was lecturing, you found yourself focusing more on the way his lips moved when he spoke than the words he actually said. It was hard to focus with him as your teacher, but you also did not want to switch out. You looked forward to see your sexy professor, that you had a small crush on, each day. “What can I do to bump it up?” You asked nervously. You were always nervous around him. 
“Well, I can offer a small tutoring session, that I do to most students from myself,” that was a lie. He had only offered it to you. And actually, unbeknownst to you, your grade was fine. “It requires you to stay after class a few days of the week,” he said, adjusting his tie and leaning back in his chair, looking up to you. You nodded, “I can do that.” You would love to stay after to see more of him. It sounded like more of a treat than a punishment. “But, we’re looking for a quicker bump in your grades..” He started, smoothing out his tie by running his hand down his chest. You couldn’t help but let your eyes follow it, biting your lip before snapping your eyes back up to him. “What can I do, sir?”

He now stood up, coming across the desk to where you were standing. Your breath caught in your throat when he came up closer than you expected. So close you could feel the heat coming from his body and the breath escaping his lips. Goosebumps spread down your back and your heart beat quickened. “I have a few ideas.. For some extra credit,” his voice was low and husky. You swallowed before responding, voice shaky. “Like what, sir?”

He moves even closer to you, if that is even possible, it doesn’t seem like it, but you now feel his skin brushing against yours, burning. He slowly brings one of his hands up, “I’ve seen the way you look at me in class, Y/N..” his voice has you take a sharp intake of breath. You don’t know if you’re dreaming right now. You try to squeeze your eyes shut tight and pop them back open to see if you’ll wake up, but when you look up, his blue eyes pierce into yours, making your knees weak. “I’ve seen the hunger..” He whispers into your ear, hand brushing some of your bangs that escaped the pony tail you had up to the side. “And I’ve seen the way you look in those short skirts..” His head is now ducked down, lips by your ear, causing shivers to roll down your spine. But then his free hand is on your hip, sliding down your thigh. You had a uniform for your school and the skirts were a part of it, but you did have very long legs, making it seem short. And you drove him crazy when you’d bend over to pick up your books. “Mr-Mr. Reedus..” You stuttered in shock, feeling his hand move to the inside of your thigh. 
“Call me sir,” he corrected you, hand sneaking up. 
“Sir.. Should we be doing this?” You now asked, hand going to rest on his arm, gripping it when his fingertips barely brushed against the fabric of your panties. 
“Your so wet.. Do you want me to stop?” It was more of a teasing question, him knowing the answer before you violently shook your head no. “Do you want to earn your grades?” He now asked and you bit your lip harder when his fingertips lightly ran back and forth over the wetness of your panties. You nodded yes. “Do you want me to fuck you?” His simple, blunt words had you letting out a soft moan, especially when he pressed down on your wetness, rubbing harder over the fabric. 
“Yes.. Please fuck me, sir,” you whined, hips bucking. You could tell he tried to hold back the growl that ripped through his throat, but it escaped when both his hands moved to behind you and roughly grabbed your ass while moving you so you were leaning against his desk. He reached up and ripped open your button up blouse, revealing your white lace bra. His hands immediately darted and cupped them, kneading them over the fabric. 
Your heart beat was rocketing at the same time you felt yourself grow increasingly turned on. You weren’t sure how you got your shaky hands to work, but you ended up untucking his shirt from his pants, yanking it upwards. It was also a button up shirt so you fumbled with the buttons until you got them undone and snuck your hands in, rubbing them up and down his chest just as you had dreamed of doing. He hissed when you raked your nails down his chest and leaned down, crashing his lips to yours, using one hand to grab a fist full of your hair. His tongue immediately shoved its way into your mouth, making you moan as it roughly explored you during the open mouth kiss. 
He quickly moved his hands back to your breasts, yanking down your bra so they could break free of the trap and he could break his mouth from yours and attach it to one of your nipples. His teeth grazed the nub and bit down while after his tongue would run swirls around it. You gasped and let your hands dart down, palming his hardness through his pants, stroking it. He groaned. “You don’t know how long I’ve wanted to do this, Y/N.. Watching you get all hot in class.. Seeing how turned on I could get you by just speaking.." His free hand twisted the other hardened nipple in between his fingers before moving his mouth to that one. "Seeing those long legs bend over in class everyday..”

“I’ve wanted you to fuck me since the first day, sir..”

He took his hands away and shoved yours from his member. You were so lost in the heat of the pleasure that the noise of his belt clanking as he undid it had your body trembling with anticipation. The erotica of the situation was turning you on even more. Getting dirty with your teacher, so turned on that neither of you cared you still had clothes on. You just needed it to be hard, hot, and heavy.
You watched as he leaned back and shoved his pants and underwear down, letting his hard on spring free. You bit your lip at it and let your hand dart down to your wetness, rubbing it. You had pictured his cock many times in your head, and it was better than you ever imagined it. He caught sight of you pleasuring yourself and growled again, forcefully spreading your legs wide, feet resting on the edge of the desk. He stepped forward, the tip of his member stroking the fabric that clung to your wetness, teasing you. You moaned out. “Sir, please fuck me. I need your cock inside of me..” You begged and he again swatted your hands away. Your skirt had ridden up your stomach and he was throbbing so badly, he just shoved your panties to the side before reaching up and grabbing one of your breasts and trusting himself hard into you. You gasped, which turned into a moan, and let your hands dart down, grabbing onto the edge of the desk. “You’re so tight..” He growled, starting to immediately pound into you.

“Your big cock feels so good inside of me, sir, oh God,” you moaned, the sound of skin slapping skin cutting off your words. He loved your dirty talk and it only encouraged him to go faster, resting his palms on the desk under your sides so he could pound deeper inside of you. 
Your whole body was shoved upward each time he slammed into you and you couldn’t hold back the pants and moans of his name. 

He made a sudden movement, wrapping his arms around your waist and flipping you over so you were bent over the desk. You hands gripped onto the opposite edge, ass in the air as he shoved his hardness back into from behind, making you gasp out. The angle had him filling you up much deeper. 
His hands found the your ass, holding onto each cheek and gripping them while he started to pound into you again. You were sure you knocked over some of the things on his desk, but you could care less. All you could think about was the overwhelming feeling of pleasure shooting through your body and him taking over your mind.
You tried to bite your lip as your body was rocking with each of his thrusts to hold back the moans, but he soon wrapped an arm around your waist, holding you closer to him, shoving himself deeper inside while his other hand leaned down and grasped onto one of your breasts. He took a few slow thrusts, really slamming himself deep and hard inside of you before he started to pick up speed again. All kinds of pleasure were making your stomach clench and fire ignite in the pit of it. You could feel yourself growing hazy as you neared your edge. “S-Sir.. Fuck, I’m so close,” you panted, warning him even though he could tell by the soft tightening of your walls around him, pushing him close too. With your words and knowing he was going to finish soon, too, he went even faster. You didn’t know it was possible, but he hit the magical spot inside you stronger.
Making it even better, he reached down and started vigorously rubbing your clit. Almost immediately your head shot back, mouth falling agape as you were nearly flown over the edge. You screamed for him and you felt as if you were almost dreaming the pleasure was such ecstasy. But you weren’t dreaming, you had actually lived your fantasies. 
“Shit.. Y/N,” profanities left his mouth as his thrust grew sloppy and he held himself inside of you before letting himself go with grunts and growls. Your body was shaking violently as he almost collapsed down on you, but held himself up on his elbows, his sweaty back pressed against yours.

“You definitely are one of my best students..” He said into your ear, planting a kiss on your neck. “I can’t wait for those tutoring sessions..”

Cloaked in Evil pt. 3

Originally posted by sehun8gfat

Yixing AU

If it’s too easy, you’re doing it wrong

Happy Reading Hornies

Part 1 Part 2


“The kind of love letters I write are the ones you read in bed, stretched out under the sheets with one hand between your legs.” -Michael Faudet

You stood in the kitchen, cloaked in flour.  Clothing covered, your feet picked clumps up with every step.  “This was a bad idea.”  You mumbled, looking at your failed attempt to make breakfast.  

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Pietro Maximoff Imagine #4

Prompt: Pietro wears contacts but he runs (ha) out of them one day and has to wear his old glasses (WHICH ARE REALLY HOT ON HIM)

Oh HELL fucking yes. Aaron Taylor-Johnson in glasses is a gift from God himself. This will be a short one though just saying. 

Also, I accidentally got a computer virus from trying to watch Nowhere Boy on a sketchy website so I had to call tech support and the guy did the thing where he could see my screen and move the mouse. So I happened to mention that this was my brother’s laptop before mine and he moved the mouse over to a gif of Pietro and was like “Is this your brother?” AND I ALMOST DIED LAUGHING BUT HAD TO PLAY IT COOL AND GO “No, no it isn’t.”

Okay that is all let’s get started.

For the first time in a while, it was just a lazy day at the Avengers Tower.

Fury had loaded all of us up on missions all week, and we made a unanimous decision to do absolutely nothing with our entire Sunday. Even Steve voted in favor.

Unfortunately, I had the internal clock of a farmer in harvest season, so I naturally was wide awake at 7:30am with no chance of falling back asleep.

Dropping my fist onto a nearby pillow in irritation, I dragged myself out of bed to get some coffee. I was still in my banana sleep shorts and an old concert T-shirt, but it wasn’t like I expected anyone to be up.

However, I had completely forgotten that a certain speedster is the hugest morning person ever and wakes up at like 5am every morning. And today was no exception. So, upon walking into the kitchen, I saw Pietro’s blond hair peeking over the couch as he channel surfed, in desperate search of something to watch other than the endless infomercials on seemingly every channel in the morning.

Pietro and I had been friends since he joined the Avengers, but we always acted more flirty towards each other than typical friends. After getting a little shove from the rest of the team (who could clearly see how we felt about each other), he asked me out and we’ve been together for several months now.

I walked over to the Keurig and began to make myself a cup of Hazelnut coffee. Tony decided on a Keurig for Avengers Tower mainly because everyone had such different preferences for coffee; Bruce and Tony liked flavorless light roast, Steve and Natasha only took dark roast, but the rest of us preferred flavored coffee. Plus, we all get up at different times, so a whole pot of coffee would get cold by the time the next person drank from it.

Anyway, I poured my cream and sugar into the steaming mug and carried it into the living room so I could join the Sokovian man. I plopped down next to him and he threw his arm around my shoulder in response, making me snuggle against his chest. “What are you doing up so early, prințesă?” I simply shrugged against his chest, and he kissed the top of my head, “Well I’m happy you came out to join me.”

I hummed happily in response and stretched my neck to smile up at my boyfriend. To my surprise, I was met by thick black frames adorning Pietro’s icy blue eyes. He must’ve noticed me staring because he blurted out, “I ran out of contacts. I ordered some more, so it’ll only be for today. Don’t worry.”

I was confused for a moment until I realized he thought I was judging him for his glasses. “Piet, there’s nothing wrong with wearing glasses. They actually kind of suit you.”

He scoffed and rolled his eyes, “Come on, Y/N. I look like a total dork in these glasses. Besides, I can barely use my powers because they fly off of my face. And they just look dumb.” He looked down sheepishly and I knit my eyebrows together.

After glancing around the room to make sure nobody else was present, I pulled myself up to sit on Pietro’s lap and sharply tugged the collar of his shirt to bring his face onto mine. After a split second of surprise, he kissed back enthusiastically and placed a hand against my cheek. The kiss was passionate and loving, and when we finally pulled away due to lack of air, our foreheads remained pressed against each other.

“Pietro, your glasses look sexy as hell and I don’t want you thinking anything different.” I murmured, a serious look on my face.

He smirked and replied, “Well, if this is the kind of treatment I get when I wear glasses, I’ll have to forget to order contacts more often.”

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It was short. It was cute. It took an unnecessarily long amount of time. But I’m also running low on requests so please SEND IN SOME

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5SOS Imagine #13 - Skyping Ashton While He's On Tour

“Mommy look! Look it’s Daddy!” Your four year old daughter bounced up and down on your bed, watching your laptop screen with eyes wide in excitement as her father came running out on stage with the rest of his bandmates. You laughed at her excitement and went to sit down beside her, pulling her into your lap so you could watch 5 Seconds of Summer perform for the thousandth time.

Especially on nights while Ashton was on tour, your daughter would refuse to go to bed without watching a video of yours and hers favorite band perform on stage. She loved watching her dad and uncles doing the thing that they love, and you could see it in her eyes as they would light up every time the band was mentioned.

Ashton hated that he couldn’t be with her every second of the day, but he knew even she would hate it if he stopped playing in the band to stay with her. I mean, it was hard for her, but she always knew her daddy would come back to her.

You watched as she put her hands up on her knees and leaned in closer to the screen.

“Don’t lean in too close Lacey, or you might fall in,” You whispered, and when her little laugh filled the room, you couldn’t smile any wider. You also felt the familiar pang in your heart, because of how much it sounded like Ashton’s. He’s been gone for five months, and you were happy it was only another three before he was home but that didn’t make you miss him any less.

You pulled out your phone and checked the time. It was an hour past her bedtime, and you knew she had to go to sleep but you couldn’t say no to her when she asked if she could watch some videos of them. One video had turned to two, which easily turned to five but even then you still had trouble saying no.

“Mommy, it stopped fix it!” You looked up at the screen to see a little window popped up that was covering the video.

Ashton calling you on Skype.

A huge smile appeared on your face when you read it and your heart skipped a beat.

“Mommyyyy I wanna watch Daddy again,” Your daughter whined impatiently. She was almost as bad as Ash.

“I have a better idea,” You said with a smile as you clicked answer call. Lacey opened her mouth to complain but stopped when she saw her Dad on the screen.

“Hi Daddy!” She said in excitement and Ashton’s smile when he saw her was bigger than the moon.

“Hi Ladybug,” He said and she giggled like she did every time he called her that. It started sometime around a year or two ago when he got her a stuffed ladybug teddy and after that everything she had had to be ladybug themed. Her shoes, her clothes, her blanket. A year ago she was a ladybug for halloween and getting her to change out of that costume was one of the hardest things you ever had to do.

“Daddy, we were watching a video of you and 5sos and you were playing um,” She stopped and looked up at you and you and knew exactly what she was going to ask.

“Amnesia.” You reminded her.

“Oh amwesia and Mommy said it was an old song.”

“Yeah it’s a bit of an old one.” He said. His giggle made your heart skip a beat. “Do you like it?”

“Yeah. It’s really really pretty. Oh and Daddy at the park today I told Sara we can’t be friends anymore.”

“Aw why did you do that?”

“Because she was being a meany and she said she had one thousand cats but when I had a play date with her yesterday she only had one and she said they were all hiding in the cupboard but when I looked in the cupboard there wasn’t any there.”

“Oh no, that’s not cool.”

“Yeah and I told her that and she said that her cats don’t like me and I said that I don’t like cats anymore because they make daddy get sick because you’re awergic to them. Daddy did uncle mickey dye his hair yet? Because he said I could choose the next color.”

“Uncle Mickey?” I asked her.

“Yeah I call him that now. Because Mikey is like Mickey and Mickey Mouse is my favorite.”

“I thought lady bugs were your favorite?” Ashton asked her.

Lady bugs are my favorite favorite favorite. Mickey Mouse is just my favorite.“ You both started to laugh at her when she all of a sudden jumped up.

“I forgot! Daddy wait right here okay? Lady wants to say hi to you too.” She said, jumping out of your lap and running over to her room where her stuffed ladybug was.

Once she left the room you turned to look over at Ashton who was still smiling through the screen.

“What?” You asked him.

“Nothing, I just miss you guys.” He sighed, and you yearned to reach out and grab his hand.

“We miss you too,” You suddenly noticed how tired he looked. “Ashton what time is it over there?”

You saw him looking around and a light flash on. Probably his phone.

“Almost two in the morning,” He said and you frowned.

“Ashton,”

“Y/N,” You sighed, knowing it was no use telling him to get some rest because he wouldn’t listen. It was rough between you guys because of the time differences. He’d be up, but you’d be just going to bed, or he’d be going to sleep and you’d be just getting up. You guys texted constantly but you hadn’t had a real conversation with him in a few days, considering how busy you’ve both been. And those conversations usually ended up with him staying up late and you hated that he wasn’t getting enough sleep.

“I just don’t want you to be tired tomorrow.” You mumbled to him, and he gave you a small smile.

“It’s worth it to be able to hear your voice,” He replied and as much as you wanted to be mad at him you couldn’t help the small smile that appeared on your face.

“Why isn’t Lacey in bed? She usually is by the time I call.”

“Well we might’ve been watching old 5sos videos..” You shurgged, giving him a guilty smile making him giggle.

“She misses you so much Ash. I miss you.” You sighed and wished you could reach out and touch him.

“I know, I miss you both so much too. Only three more.” He said with a small smile.

“Three more to go,” You said, returning his smile.

Lacey came bouncing in just seconds later with her Ladybug and climbed up to the screen.

“Well hi there Ms. Ladybug,” Ashton said making Lacey giggle. “How are you tonight?”

Lacey picked up the teddy and held it up to her ear for a few seconds before replying. “She says she’s sad.”

“Aw no,” You said, and Lacey nodded at the both of you and crawled into you lap and rested her head on your chest.

“Why is she sad?” Ashton asked.

“She says she misses you.”

“Well can you tell Lady I miss her a lot too, okay? And that I’ll be home really soon.”

Lacey nodded and sat up, holding her ladybug up to her ear again.

“Lady wants to know if when you come back if we can go on… on the roller.. roller..” She paused and looked up at you.

“Rollercoaster?”

“Yeah! Daddy can we go on the rollercoaster again when you come back? Please?”

“Of course Ladybug. But first, you and Lady need to get a good rest okay?" 

"But I’m not tired!” Lacey said, and yawned.

“But Lady probably is,” You piped up.

“Yeah, and we don’t want Lady to be tired tomorrow now do we?” Lacey nodded.

“Yeah. Okay. Goodnight Daddy, I love you,” She said, blowing him a kiss.

“I love you more ladybug.” He said with smile and blew her a kiss back. “I’ll call you tomorrow?”

“Yeah okay. Get some rest though please?” You told him and he nodded.

“Goodnight Y/N, I love you" 

"Night Ash, love you too.” You blew him a kiss like your daughter did making him chuckle and blow you one back before he ended the call.

You looked down to see Lacey fast asleep in your lap, so you picked her up but deciding you were to lazy to carry her to her room (even though it was just across the hall) you tucked her in your bed. You climbed in beside her and you were about to go to sleep when you saw a text from Ashton.

But I love you more.

You smiled and went to sleep with butterflies in your stomach. Not possible, you thought before falling into a deep sleep.

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HI GUYS WHITNEY HERE

We haven’t done anything in a while but here’s a little something that I thought of because UGH I;m reading this really good daddy michael fanfic and I really wanted to write a daddy 5sos one so heres a daddy ashton one tHAT MADE ME REALLY SAD BTW  and maybe I’ll do the other guys bc I have so many ideas but if you want a certain guy or something just request one here!

Themostrandomfandom’s Author Interview

Yes, we have saved some heavy hitters for this last week of BrittanaCon Author Interviews!  We aren’t sure if you’ve heard of this quiet little fandom genius who goes by JJ or themostrandomfandom but you should probably go check out her stuff if you haven’t. ;)  Not only is she the best Brittanalyzer around, she’s written on of the most moving and epic Brittana stories to ever exist, The Knife Thrower’s Daughter.  She’s been a big supporter of our Con, we can’t wait for the second annual Dramatic Reading of JJ’s Tags at this year’s convention!!!  Thanks so much to JJ for her support and for taking the time to answer the plethora of questions we sent and thank you to all who submitted them!  Enjoy!

1) What do you think are your particular strengths as a Brittana writer? What do you wish you did better? (Submitted by Lindsey via email)

One of my strengths as a Brittana writer is my ability to write “quiet Brittana” (i.e., Brittany and Santana just enjoying private, low-key moments together). Another one of my strengths as a Brittana writer is in allowing Brittana’s gestures to do a lot of “work” within my prose.

Something I wish I could do better as a Brittana writer would be to write “Snix.” In canon, Santana can be truly caustic, even though I think that, at her core, she is an inherently sweet and vulnerable person. When I write Santana, I tend to heavily favor her sweetness over her edge. It is very difficult for me to write Santana being genuinely mean to people, so I always tend to always vindicate her or even downplay or sidestep some of the harsher things she says.

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Bravado (Calum Hood Imagine) Part 1

Photo not mine (did edit it though)

Rating: G

Request: can i have an imagine with calum and we’re best friends, but he comes home really drunk and he confesses that he loves me, you can do whatever you want in the end! thank you dear <3

Word Count: 851

“I swear Garfield, if you don’t take Emma back then shit is going down.” I muttered to my TV that had the new Spiderman flashing across the screen. My eyes scanned the clock that sat on top of the cable box reading 10:36pm notifying me that I just wasted an entire day of having the house to myself by watching Netflix with my parents in Hawaii for their anniversary as I sat perched on the same couch that I ate breakfast, lunch and dinner on.

I shrugged the thought of my laziness off telling myself that I’d be more productive tomorrow though deep down I knew it was a lie. My eyes settled back on the movie that was playing in front of me not letting my mind wonder.

“Man boys are stupid.” The comment fell from my lips as I watched Peter Parker let Gwen Stacy slip away from his finger tips. The thought triggered my own memory of my best friend Calum and I, only I was the stupid one. A soft sigh escaped from my throat pushing the unwanted feeling of him locked away.

A knock sounded from the door startling me after being so attached to the TV screen. I gave a groan of pure laziness before pulling myself onto my feet and making my way over to open the door.

“Cal?” I looked him over from head to toe. “What are you doing here?”

“Did you know that Odontophobia is the fear of teeth? Like who’s afraid of teeth? Are you afraid of-” He cut himself off as he took his first real look at me. “You’re really pretty.”

“And you’re clearly drunk.” I side stepped away from the doorway to let him enter as he stumbled in and took a seat on the couch.

“Spiderman’s for dorks like Michael.” He slurred while looking at the TV.

I didn’t say anything only made my way into the kitchen to bring him a glass of water. “Here,” I handed the cup to him. “Drink up, it’ll help with the hangover in the morning." He took the glass greedily, downing the entire drink in five seconds before using the back of his hand to wipe his mouth. "Classy.” I laughed under my breath.“

"Did you know that monogamous relationships exist throughout the animal kingdom?” I let my eyes roll at Calum’s comment.

“And did you know that you always tell people random facts whenever you’re completely gone?”

Instead of giving me the usual small laugh or smile that lets me know he understood my sarcasm, he turned to face me giving a look of complete seriousness.

“For example, the male and female alpha’s in a pack of wolves. Everyone knows of their relationship and everyone knows not to mess with it.” My phone went off letting me know that I just got a text. I picked it up from the table seeing that it was the cute boy in the back of chemistry confirming our lunch plans for Tuesday. Without warning, my phone was snatched from my hands by Calum as he read the text before locking my phone and tossing it on the chair next to him.

I gave him a puzzled look but he didn’t turn to me to see it. Moving off the couch, I made my way over to the chair to pick the phone up only to be stopped half way by Calum’s voice.

“I don’t want you seeing him.” He ordered.

I let out a laugh thinking he was kidding but stopped once I took in his tense posture. “I don’t think you really have a say in who I see.”

He moved quickly off the couch towards me. The only indication that he still had alcohol coursing through his bloodstream was the slight stagger he had when he walked.

I could smell the vodka on his breath with his face so near mine as he leaned down towards me. “Like I said,” He whisper not once breaking eye contact. I felt small and powerless under his gaze like a mouse facing a cat. “Everyone knows not to mess with the alpha’s relationship.”

Then his lips were on mine, giving me harsh, rough kisses as his dominance began to shine through. At first I just stood there, too taken aback to do anything else before I felt myself give into him. The voice of reason entered in my mind telling me that what was happening wasn’t fair to either of us. He was far too drunk to even think straight, who know’s if he’d remember this once morning came around.

Moving my hands to his chest, I pushed him lightly off me.

“I think you need to go.” It barely came out above a whisper but I knew he heard me by the sound of shuffling feet and the front door opening and closing letting me know I was alone.

My back followed the line of the wall to the floor where I sat in complete shock. 

Calum just kissed his best friend. And I just kissed the love of my life.

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A/N: Thank you so much for the request, I love these kind of imagines! Hopefully it’s not too cliche, I tried to make it my own but ya :) hopefully you like it and please give me more request if you have any!

fitnessdaybyday  asked:

First of all, your self pics page CRAKED me up! What an AMAZING sense of humor! Second, wow, your weight loss journey is incredible. In "my story" when you said my daughter and my wife deserve a father and a husband I actually got teary eyed, that was so moving. What I want to ask is when you hit the plateaus, how do you get past them? I know changing your workout up is one thing, but I mean emotionally. How do you tolerate working so hard and feeling like you're getting no where?

Hey - Thanks for the kind words and for laughing at my selfies….. :) 

Before I answer your question about the emotional aspects of getting through a plateau, i’ll quickly touch on the physical ones because 90% of the time I get stuck, this get’s me back on track. 

  • Check your food - I don’t normally food journal, but when I get stalled I do. I have found over time, I get lazy and I eat more than I realize. For me portion control often slips so I also break out the scales and measuring cups when I stall. Some may also find they have issues with mindless eating. Journaling will catch all of that, if you are honest with yourself.
  • Check your food 2 - Make sure you are eating enough and eating the right things. If you are not eating enough, it will slow down your weight loss. This is especially critical if you are exercising. I remember my training reviewing my food journal and verbally spanking me for training like an athlete but eating like a mouse. If you know about clean eating and eating right, this may be easy for you but if not, talking with a dietitian might be a good idea.  
  • Check your hydration - Are you getting in enough water? I shoot for 1 gallon per day. If you drink a lot of caffeine, be aware it is a diuretic and can sabotage your hydration. You don’t have to skip it, but drink 2 glasses of water for every cup of coffee. 
  • Check your exercise - I read through some of your posts and see you were lifting with your BF. That is awesome! A healthy mix of cardio and weight lifting will promote weight loss. You may want to talk with a trainer to design a plan that works best for you. 
  • Change things up - As you mention above, trying something new (both in exercise and food) may be what your body needs to let go of the fat. 
  • Sleep - Are you getting at least 7 hours of quality sleep / night? If not, that may be slowing down your progress. 
  • Cheat a little - An occasional caloric spike can be good for both your mental health and your bodies willingness to let go of fat. 

So… now to your question. How do you deal with the emotional aspects of being stalled? First, let me tell you what not to do.  Don’t do what I did last summer. I stalled for about 60 days and I gave up. I kept exercising but I ate tons of crap and put on 50 lbs in 4 months. (How dumb was that?) I am still battling back to where I was back then. 

What would I do differently now? Tons!

  • Accept and love myself for who I am. No matter what your weight, appearance or any other factor, each and every one of us is beautiful and complete. We don’t need to “fix” anything to earn this. It is a birthright. You have it, I have it and no one can take if from us. I don’t know where you are on your self esteem friend, but mine was in the crapper. I am improving every day with help of you all. If you are where I was… I hope you can learn to love yourself for the beautiful person you are. If you need to work on this, like I do - I’d suggest you check out anna’s blog. She is focused on self love and is a role model for me in this critical area. 
  • I’d throw away the scale before giving up. Non Scale Victories are so much more important than what the scale says. Even when the scale was stalled I knew I was making progress. I felt 100% better, I was physically capable of doing so much more than I was in the past. I bet this is also the case for you.
  • I’d focus more on where I came from than how much farther I had to go. The truth is, even if I stayed at that same point for the rest of my life, I’d be far better off than I was giving up. That reminds me of the tumblr quote ” Giving up won’t get you results any faster.” 

As I get further into this weight loss journey, I am learning the mental aspects are much harder and more important than the physical ones. The physical ones are all science. If you do enough research and have enough discipline you can find the right formula but none of that matters if you head isn’t in the game. 

In closing I’d like to encourage you to look at fitness as a life-long journey. There are times when it is going to be easy and smooth and there are times where you are going to stumble and fall. If you keep your eye in your end goal - a fit and healthy life, little stalls and even setbacks will be put in perspective as small and irrelevant in the big scope of things.

You can do this - I have complete faith in you. 

John