#doris day rides a bike

[dayniac]

[blippymilk]

Dirt Bike Racer Fem! Reader x Brozone (+ Poppy)

(TYSM for all the love, request, and followers guys!! The little comments y’all be putting on your request and under my post make me wanna tear up a lil bit 🤧)

John Dory:

- Finds it incredibly hot that you’re a (famous) dirt bike racer

- Didn’t know you were a female at first until you took off your helmet and revealed your (GORGEOUS) self

- Never thought he had a chance with you tbh :(

- But then realizes HE’S JOHN DORY, THE LEADER, J.D and gets the courage to ask you out (however that story ends up is up to you)

- When you guys finally end up together his heart is content

- Although sometimes he feels that he has to go beyond his expectations because his girlfriend is literally a dirt bike racer!

- So yes his ego is hurt a little bit (but he’ll never stop loving you so don’t even worry)

- He would love to take your motorcycle for a ride all day

- And if he doesn’t know how to ride one yet (which I doubt) he will (put his ego aside and) ask for lessons (don’t tell anyone though)

- Definitely getting matching cycles

Spruce:

- Kinda thinks you’re a walking hazard/danger sign at first

- But Bruce believes the heart wants what the heart wants and it wanted you

- Has to get used to the loud noises your motorcycle makes when you take off anywhere, but eventually gets over it

- Loves riding on the motercycle with you after a couple months

- Has you under a oath to never speak about the time he tried to take it for a ride by himself with zero experience (🫢)

- Makes sure the keys (or anything that the lock can be picked with) for the motorcycle are always out of reach if you decide to have kids

- Doesn’t mind you taking the kids for a ride (but they have to be 10 or older 😢)

- Definitely wears a shirt that says ‘My wife is a famous dirt bike racer, how about you?’

Clay:

- You definitely bring out the fun in him (and he hates that at first)

- You met him during his serious boy Clay get up so at first he didn’t take you too seriosuly

- But when he learns it’s ok to loosen up, he found himself falling for you (he been loved you, he’s just embracing it now)

- Wants to be on your motorcycle more than you do

- Definitely already knew how to ride one (he was fun boy Clay soooo)

- Teach him all the crazy tricks in the book, he’ll end up mastering them all

- Please convince this man to wear a helmet cause if you don’t , he’s not even touching one

- Screaming all types of things while on the bike

“I LOVE MY GIRLFRIEND!”

Floyd:

- It’s a little weird with Floyd

- Like he loves and supports the fact that you’re a dirt bike racer but he doesn’t think about it too much (at least for the first part of the relationship)

- Secretly terrified of the roaring of your engine behind his calm smile

- You didn’t realize he was either until one day he walked into your garage and you started it up, causing him to completely fall onto his back

“Oh my gosh Floyd are you ok?

“Yea bab- yeah I’m fine…”

- Unlike the other boys, you have to convince him to ride on your bike

- Sit him in front of you so he’s convinced you won’t leave him behind :(

-Eventually he learns to enjoy it to some degree (still prefers the car tho if you know what I mean)

- Attends every event you have with the biggest “____’s #1 FAN!” sign anyone there can bring, and please don’t let him find out if someone is trying to show him up 😭

Branch:

- Ok let’s be honest if you met him during his first Trolls movie phase, he would actually despise you (at least at first)😭

- The nerve he’d think you’d have to turn on your loud engine while the village could possibly be hunted down by bergens

- After the first movie events and knowing everyone’s fine and well, he starts to show some interest

- You may or may not catch him at one or two or all of your events

- He can’t decide if he wants to ride your bike or not

- Like you’ll offer to take him for a ride and every time he’s just like:

“Well- like…um- ye- well actually, wait no, actually…maybe- well…”

- It’s to the point where if you want him to go with you, you’re gonna need to snatch him on and put the helmet on his head

- Since he’s one of the few trolls that knows about the internet, he made a fan account for you where he uploads all your clips, and makes sweet commentary and deletes all hate comments and possibly comments “____ is better” on fan accounts for any opposing riders

Poppy:

- You might have to run away from this girl at first

- Begs to ride your bike before you’re even together

- And when she is with you like Bruce she feels the need to take it upon herself to try and ride the bike

- Let’s just say she enjoyed your physical attention and the way you kissed her “boo-boo’s” afterwards

- So by the time she heals you’ve learned to take Poppy for frequent rides

- Has no shame in asking for lessons at all

- Definitely asks you to take, her, and Viva for a joyride

- Let’s the whole pop village know that her girlfriend is a famous dirt bike rider (as if they don’t already know 💀)

“Oh you’re boyfriend’s a baker? That’s crazy cause my girlfriends a dirt bike racer!”

“No way she’s a CEO? Mine ride’s a dirt bike, and she’s well know!”

“You’re girlfriends a top secret spy for the biggest agents in the world? That’s insane, my girlfriend rides a dirt bike!”

[oldshowbiz]

Doris Day riding her bike on the sidewalk.

[naturiisms]

MARCY, 24, CENTRAL; SHE/HER. | if you’re hearing MORE THAN A WOMAN by BEE GEES playing, you have to know SOLANA KIMANI-LIN (SHE/HER ; CISFEMALE) is near by! the FORTY year old CURATOR AT THE DENVER CHILDREN’S MUSEUM has been in denver for, like, ELEVEN YEARS. they’re known to be quite DISORGANIZED, but being SENTIMENTAL seems to balance that out. or maybe it’s the fact that they resemble LUPITA NYONG'O. personally, i’d love to know more about them seeing as how they’ve got those SUNDRESSES BLOWING IN THE WIND, YOGA IN THE MORNINGS, THE FIRST SPRING RAIN vibes. and maybe i’ll get my chance if i hang out around the CHERRY CREEK DISTRICT long enough!

STATISTICS:

full name: solana kimani-lin

nicknames: sol ( by isadora only ), she is not a nickname person from anyone else it’s her mother given name or nothing

birthday: october 18, 1983

hometown: new york city, new york

occupation: denver children’s museum curator

hobbies: growing vegetables, early morning and late night yoga, djing (poorly)

lives: cherry creek district

BACKGROUND:

tw: death mention

solana kimani was born to loving parents, ishmael and lourdes kimani, on october 18, 1983, exact to her predicted birthdate in true libra fashion. her introduction to the world included her aunt and grandma living under the same roof as her parents, setting in the roots of her desire for a large family.

her childhood consisted of the typical things: bike rides and catching fireflies, sitting on dad’s shoulders for a better vantage point, family vacations on christmas break, and camps during the summer. their family didn’t have much, but what they lacked in material they made up for in community and love. some of her earliest memories are the women of her house sitting around the dining table, putting together their coins to bring home a burger dinner. this happened a handful of times, but those dinners were always her favorite.

as long as she could remember, drama had lived in her veins. she found herself repeating lines from the cinema, and sitting in front of the television doing her best impressions of those on the screen. at the age of ten, her aunt was finally able to help her convince her overprotective parents to let her begin going to theater camps, solidifying her love for the stage. the rest of elementary school and middle were spent pouring her heart into the theater programs, and nose in her books to ensure she’d be allowed to stay.

the turning point came when she was cast as helena in midsummer nights dream, a role she’d been eyeing her entire high school career. the lines practically memorized themselves, and when it was announced that their rival school was putting on the same show, she hadn’t even batted an eye.

until her friends staged a coup to spy on the other program, entering isadora lin. her stage presence was captivating, and where solana should’ve been nervous she found herself enamored. leading her friends away from the others, she began her streak of subtly choosing isadora. then came the rehearsals, the sneaking around, the assuring that dory was “the most beautiful helena she’s ever seen.”

opening night should’ve been her debut. instead, it was the day of her declaration, running out of the auditorium just before curtain call and making it to isadora’s program in time to catch the second half. she deserved her flowers and solana made sure she got them, taking herself out of the running for future leads in any of her own programs. the small fling that followed was enough to justify it for her, convinced that she’d be able to rebrand in college and build up the legacy she’d started again. it lasted until it didn’t, but the memories of their time shared transcended.

college wasn’t what solana expected. everyone else was just as talented and determined, something she wasn’t prepared for. being the best had come naturally to her, and in an environment where everyone was the best, solana didn’t quite know where she fit. thus began the transition to finding a new passion, theater moving to the background as a fond hobby rather than a true career path. museum studies found her unexpectedly, going for her masters and never looking back.

after graduation, solana was faced with her next transition. learning to live and love and in the place she lost her aunt, only two months prior. the city was showing itself to be too loud and familiar, leaving her with what she thought was her only choice. throw a dart at a map, and go where it took her. this was eleven years ago, and she hasn’t left denver since.

staying in denver is largely attributed to finding her wife on an online dating platform, the one she'd given it all up for before, isadora. her five year plan began that day, asking her on a date and withing two months to marry her. her position at the children’s museum came shortly after her reconnection with isadora, and it felt like all the pieces were falling into place the way that it should.

now, with one foster child out of the house and attempting to navigate rotating younger children, solana couldn’t be happier and would say she’s living the life of her dreams. her main focuses currently are exploring new hobbies and adventuring with her family, everything else falling in between where she made it fit.

HEADCANONS:

learned how to dj six months ago and does it in her spare time, in the basement, or course. she can’t imagine playing an actual gig, but it would be fun!

has a veggie garden

has a pet hamster named lettuce

[pix4japan]

Shopping Street to Shrine (Enoshima Island, Kanagawa Pref., Japan)

Shot taken halfway up Benzaiten Nakamise-dori Street where you get a peek of the large vermilion torii gate where visitors begin their ascent to the shrines, temples, and gardens atop Enoshima Island in Fujisawa, Kanagawa Prefecture, Japan.

This long, narrow street begins with the bronze torii gate (see previous post) and ends at the huge vermilion torii gate you can see in this shot.

The street is lined with many old mom-and-pop shops selling traditional Japanese dishes, fresh seafood, snacks, drinks, and souvenirs. There are also ryokan (traditional Japanese-style inns), western hotels, onsen (hot spring baths), and several narrow alleyways leading to small beaches and coves.

The term “Nakamise-dori” is actually the name of any street close to a shrine or temple that has come into being to serve the needs of visitors, tourists, and parishioners of temples and shrines since ancient times. This street, like many Nakamise streets, still retains its retro vibes, and hasn’t changed much since my first visit over 30 years ago.

This shot was taken at 5:30 in the morning, and even then, I had to wait for a clear shot as a newspaper delivery bike was buzzing by and New Year’s holiday visitors were already starting to make their way to the shrines atop the island.

On a normal weekend, the street is packed with both local visitors, tourists from outside of the prefecture, and foreign tourists from all over the world. The island is only a 60- or 70-minute train ride from Tokyo  making it an easy and affordable destination for a one-day excursion.

Pentax K-1 II + DFA 28-105mm F3.5-5.6 68 mm ISO 100 for 60 sec. at ƒ/22

[projazznet]

Doris Day

Doris Day riding her Schwinn bike early 1960’s.

[arickaandherfictionalothers]

Aricka and Dori’s teen beach adventure: Meant to be reprise 1: Aricka and Billy

(Aricka Munson and Billy finally are back on track- in each other’s arms where they belong.)

Aricka waits on the beach for Steve Eddie and Dori all day. She begins to worry about them and then she sees a surfer boy walking up to her- the same surfer who she’d taunted days before when they were at Benny’s.

He was kinda cute- curly brown-blonde hair and dreamy blue eyes. “Hi,” she greets cautiously. He nods in her direction.

“Hey.” They stand together in awkward silence. “Who’re you waiting for?”

“Steve Dori and Eddie. They said they wanted to talk to me.”

“Huh. Aricka said the same thing- the other Aricka. Not you.”

“… is it fun? Surfing, I mean.” He laughs, startled by her question.

“I imagine it’s as fun to me as it sounds like ridding that bike is to you.” Her eyes widen in delight.

“Oh! So it’s exhilarating.” He tilts his head in confusion.

“I’m not sure what that means. But it’s very exciting and makes me happy!” Oh, she thinks. He’s so cute; and he’s trying so hard to make her smile.

“That’s what it means,” she says gently.

“Ohhh…” he nods. “I can learn new things- huh.”

“I could teach you how to ride a motorcycle,” she offers shyly.

Billy looks at her with wide eyed wonder. “Really?”

“Mhm. I’ve always wanted to surf too-,”

“I could teach you-!” He grips her hands and she feels a zing of electricity zap her spine. Music began to fill the air and she couldn’t resist the urge to sing,

“Oh, I know, I know, he’s out there
Most definitely…” Billy stares down at her with a look of familiarity- like he finally remembered something he’d forgotten about but didn’t know what. 
“Maybe you’ve already met
The one you’ll never forget…” and here they look at each other, hands reaching out, 
“You're meant to be…” Right as they were about to touch; a group of dancers separate them, spinning them into two separate dance groups.

Aricka stands up on a rock, “BILLY!” She calls. He sees her and runs to her; and right as she slips-

She falls into his arms as he catches her, one arm bracing her back, the other around her legs. 
“When it’s meant to be
You go kinda crazy…” he sets her down, follows her back up the rock she’d just fallen off. 
“Meant to be
You forget your name…” she spins and he pulls her in, her hands on his shoulders, his resting on her hips, 
“When it’s meant to be
It’s destiny callin’…” he lifts her up, and her hands cradle his face and neck as he slides her down into a dip, 
“And nothin’ ever will be the same!” Their foreheads bump, and they close their eyes. Relishing the feel of each other’s nearness. He stands her up, spins her around and pulls her back against him, her back against his chest, and they sway together.

Billy allows himself to press his chin into the soft spot where her neck and shoulder met, noting she smelled like sunscreen and orange juice.

He then jumps off the rock, Aricka skipping down as he runs to meet her, and right as they were about to kiss-

“Wait-!” He immediately stops in his tracks and waits for her to speak. “Something must be wrong- the others would’ve been here by now even if they’d been late. They must be in trouble-!”

He gasps, on the same track as her. “The weird lighthouse-,” they speak at the same time,

“Let’s go-!”

~~~~~~~~~~~

@astralshipper @rosieshipper @hyperionshipping @yeehawselfshipping @letsgofoletsgo @callsign-revenge @tsundere-selfship

[2theburgs]

Sept 3 Benbecula to North Uist (74.4 km)

We let ourselves sleep in today since it was going to be a shorter ride. I know what you're thinking, 74 km is not much shorter than 86 km...this is true, although, still shorter, the original plan was for a 47 km day. Don't ask me how, but I wrote down the wrong distance plus we added a side detour. Anyway, back to sleeping in, we slept until 8:45 am, finally able to catch up and I felt much more human today...at least at the beginning of the day.

We set out into the wind and rain, and boy was it windy: 42 km/hr, thankfully about half or more of which would be a tail wind, the rest proved to be quite challenging. Being surrounded by the raw beauty of these islands helped distract my brain from my burning legs as I looked out into the vastness. Crashing waves, howling winds, misty mountains and too many sheep and cows to count. Today would be mostly about the journey. Being a Sunday, there was very little open, but oddly the gin distillery was open! We stopped by, and though I dare not taste anything with so few km under the belt, we did pick up a few tiny taster bottles. Rightly named, Downpour distillery was quite an eclectic place with more customers than I would expect on Sunday at 11:30 AM. We got going to stop at a local grocery store, the only one for miles and miles and the only one open on Sunday. We picked up some premade spaghetti, a few eggs for breaky and a beer and a small wine for later.

Our first big stop was at the first set of standing stones we would see. We ended up eating at the little hotel restaurant that lay on the same property. A good cup of coffee and a hot meal and two little dogs who gladly accepted pets and cuddles. We met a few locals who gave us the run of things, what to see and what to skip. We headed out to hike up to the very unsheltered hill where the stones were. Battered by the elements, and contending with puddle hopping we made it up. Really beautiful view despite the spraying misty rain and strong winds. I got out the good camera and snapped some photos while Ken took shelter behind one of these ancient stones. Onward for the next 25 km...sorry 45 km, oops.

More highland cows and stunning landscape to remind us of why we're here. Also helps that the worst traffic we would come across were the rogue sheep meandering on the sides of the road. But. The. Wind. The. Rain. What can you expect on islands off the North coast of Scotland? Embrace it, but heck, I wouldn't want to be traveling in reverse. North Uist became less and less inhabited the further we went. Kilometers would go by with just a small crofting home here and there. Still, something about this place is almost, mystical. It's an odd feeling to have your heart pounding as you're fighting a cross wind up a hill, and yet be oddly at peace and calm. As though there is nothing else in the world in this moment, except this place and this bike.

Another mile, mile and a half, I kept saying to myself. Reminiscing of our friend, Joris telling us this exact phrase as we hiked in Tobermory. We had a good laugh, and in that moment I had wished I had a Joris to blame for the error in distance. Alas, I could only blame myself, but no harm, each km was worth it. Ken of course was an excellent sport, he giggled in his Kenny laugh, saying he was darn glad I planned this trip, because if he had made this error, I would have been mad. Hahahaha! I'm ashamed to say he's probably right. What a guy though, can see me in all my hypocrisy and not rub it in. Just keep spinning. Just keep spinning (thank you Dori).

We did it, 74 km...only slightly more than planned (originally 47 km). Perhaps it was a moment of dislecsia? Ask my brother, I used to write in perfect mirror image. We landed in at our pod (a common accommodation out here, with all you would need in kind of hard walled yurt). Our grocery store premade spaghetti was awesome, and the wine even better.

No rest for these ol' legs. 86 km on deck tomorrow. If you don't hear from me, I opted for a night in a field snuggled up to a highland cow. This may well be my life now. Me and the cows. Go on without me Ken, God speed.

[antihero6912]

2022.

What. A. Year.

I don’t even know where to begin to describe this year. We started the year off with getting the 3rd COVID Shot in order to even be able to go Skiing. Timed it just in time and what do you know.. we both got the biggest cold from it. Sold our Audi towards the end of 2021 and had no car the first 3 month which resulted in us taking a train to Austria for 13 hours lol. Nonetheless had THE best time in Zell am See finally being able to ski again. We celebrated our 8th anniversary in a fancy restaurant in what we now call our home town and got my absolute dream car a week late - my Tesla Model 3 :) Been wanting this since before the Audi and finally got it, it’s blue and it’s beautiful and there’s nothing quite like 450 PS beneath you on the Autobahn haha.

We did get to travel! WOOOHOO! After 2 years on hold we made the most of it: I took the train to see my brother and nephews and niece while my mom was there, we took a trip with H’s family for the first time ever lol (Bremen), we got the cheaptest tickets to Edingburgh and WOW what a ridiculous beautiful country Scotland is. We loved every corner of it! H’s 96 year old Grandma took us to Wales too and idk what’s up with GB but why is everything so. freaking. stunning. Took our Tessi to Denmark and the ocean in the Netherland and I finally, after 3 years, stepped ground in the United States again. Almost cried happy tears. It felt like no time has passed at all with Courtney and Em and Missy. I loved it so much! Overall made it on 11 flights! :) 

My business travels finally picked up as well! I got paid to go to Berlin in July, wanted to stay the entire weekend, Henni came, laid down, immediately tested positive and did not see anything at all of the big B and we went home, haha. Got to go to Hamburg in September and got to take my momma which was so cool to be able to pay the hotel for her! :) We went and saw Mamma Mia the Musical and had the best time and the best weather. Got to go to London again this year and what do you know.. brought Covid Home with me lol. Came home Wednesday, had the worst headache Friday and immediately tested postive. Overall it was “just” the worst headache in my entire life and so glad I made it through.

Work was.. fine. Sometimes maybe good, sometimes maybe shit. Stepped up the ladder and got promoted finally :) Love that for me and my know 11k bigger paycheck! Worked my butt off for it and tolerated some psycho crap though haha. However, Dori started at my department in June and my entire life became brighter :) I love love love having her there and seeing her again almost every day. My mood and excitement for work is sooo much better now with having someone to bitch about right there haha. Also made it in the excellence programm for next year, not quite sure what that brings but I’m excited for it.

What else? Sab and Steven got engaged which immediately blocked the engagement I was hoping for in Denmark, Henni got me a SUP for my birthday and we took it right out on the Fjord that day and it was so peaceful and fun! Such a relaxed b-day for the last one in my twenties. My brother got married to his girlfriend of 10 years and I loved dancing the entire night. We had what’s called the 9 € Ticket and I’ve never taken more trains in my life. Paid 27 Euros and travelled for over 400. My aunt unfortunately got sick and is still in the hospital :( Scared us like crazy but glad she’s finally feeling better and on the road to recovery. 

Sports were a big thing for H and I to do together this year :) We ran, we took loooots of bike rides in the summer, one day even almost 60 Kilometres, I ran 10k in the MS Marathon (woohhhho!), and I found my first love back: Tennis. Wow it’s been like what, 15 years? Now that we’re settled here I texted the tennis team and got lessons, I LOVED IT! Was a bit rusty at the start but getting really back into it now. H took a beginners course and I’ve loved being on the court together all through summer. 

Felll in love with desperate housewives, which idk why but I’ve never seen before and am now on round 2 for all 8 seasons haha. We finished our backyard and the front yard, got the fences up and got settled in the house. H is finally seeing a therapist for his panic attacks and it - fingers crossed - seems to help. We spend more time with Sab and Steven and have such a good friendship now. I love spending time with H even if we do not talk lol and spend quality time with my momma. 

And last but not least: I finally, after 8 years, 9 months and 21 days got proposed to (ARE YOU KIDDING? AAAHHH). Like many times before, I thought I was getting an engagement ring for Christmas. Checked his Amazon and Mail and there was anything BUT a ring. Got super sad again and talked to Dori all about it until my Internet was not working and I asked H to check this website to see if it was my phone or our internet, he opened it and the entire page was full of engagement ring commercials like you get when you google it. Ahhhh. Then, one day, he told me he was in MS and I went to check his location to see if he was on the way back so I could start dinner. And he was at my MOMS!!! I was freaking the f out and called Dori right away haha. I could not believe it. He asked my mom and brother for their permission are you serioussss aaahhhhg. Came home, was all sneaky about it, Sabbel called to ask if I wanted to go for a walk with her dog which was suspicious AF and I knew it right away lol. I literally would have gone in sweats and my sleep shirt if I hadnt known what was up :) Got home to candles all over the living room, towards the christmas tree and henni dressed up in his nicest shirt. He said he knew he wanted to marry me since day 1, got down on one knee and popped the question. He even filmed it all, what a perfect guy!! aaahhh! The ring is beautiful and fits like a glove and I cannot wait to marry my best friend! We facetimed everyone and they were all super excited except for my weird ass brother of course haha.

T’was a good year, dude.

[boxeom]

Songs I Think JJK Characters Would Have On Their Simping Playlist For You [II]

| |Characters: Todo Aoi, Miwa Kasumi, Kamo Noritoshi, Zen'in Mai, Nishimiya Momo, Iori Utahime, Tsukomo Yuki, Choso.

| |A/N: This one didn't take as long since I did all of the characters at the same time- so this group was already well and ready. Don't be shy to comment which playlists are your favorite or which songs you think are fitting! I'd also love to see if you have any songs you think are accurate for the characters, too (I adore music, so I'm always up to listen to suggested songs)! [💮= Favorites]

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💥Todo Aoi💥

💥"Ain't No Mountain High Enough" (Marvin Gaye ft. Tammi Terrell)

💥"Catch A Feeling" (Michi)

💥"Get You" (Daniel Caesar ft.Kali Uchis)

💥"Best Interest" (Tyler The Creator)

💥"Finally Know What Love Is" (Us The Duo)

💥"My Kind of Woman" (Mac Demarco)

💥"I'm Loving Your Vibe" (Xavier Goodman)

💥"Sing To You" (John Splithoff)

🌁Miwa Kasumi🌁 [💮]

🌁"Would You Be So Kind" (dodie clark)

🌁"Inner Child" (SATICA)

🌁"Bubbly" (Colbie Caillat)

🌁"Cliché" (mxmtoon)

🌁"LOVE" (Michael Bublé)

🌁"I Do Adore" (Mindy Gledhill)

🌁"If I Could Ride A Bike" (Chevy & Park Bird)

🌁"Reasons Why I Like You" (Abbey Glover)

🍵Kamo Noritoshi🍵

🍵"God Only Knows" (Beach Boys)

🍵"At My Worst" (Pink Sweat$)

🍵"Lows" (Pink Sweat$)

🍵"Can I" (Tedy)

🍵"When I Look Into Your Eyes" (Khai Dreams)

🍵"Blinding Lights" (The Weekend)

🍵"u know it's real" (Ant Saunders)

🍵"Pretty Thoughts" (George Barney Roberts)

🍭Zen'in Mai🍭 [💮]

🍭"Paper Hearts" (Tori Kelly)

🍭"Renee's Song" (Bazzi)

🍭"Please Be Mine" (Molly Burch)

🍭"Ever Since" (Lovey ft. D'est Roy)

🍭"I Fall In Love Too Easily" (Chet Baker)

🍭"I Wanna Be Your Girlfriend" (girl in red)

🍭"Coffee Breath" (Sofia Mills)

🍭"Stop Pretending" (Sara Diamond)

🍑Nishimiya Momo🍑 [💮]

🍑"Your Love Is My Drug" (Ke$ha)

🍑"Love You 3000" (Stephanie Poetri)

🍑"Dear Future Husband" (Megan Trainor)

🍑"No One" (Alicia Keys)

🍑"lowkey" (NIKKI)

🍑"i like you more than i thought" (maggery)

🍑"Hide n' Seek" (cehryl)

🍑"Can't Help Falling In Love" (Elvis Presley)

⚾Iori Utahime⚾ [💮]

⚾"Sugar Rush" (Addison Grace)

⚾"Like You'll Never See Me Again" (Alicia Keys)

⚾"Butterfly Rain" (Tori Templet)

⚾"Sports" (Beach Bunny)

⚾"Fly Me To The Moon" (Frank Sinatra)

⚾"Love On Top" (Beyoncé)

⚾"Love Me Like You Do" (Ellie Goulding)

⚾"The Truth" (India Arie)

💋Tsukomo Yuki💋

💋"Still Into You" (Paramore)

💋"Dream A Little Dream of Me" (Doris Day)

💋"iloveyou" (BETWEEN FRIENDS)

💋"My Type" (Saweetie)

💋"That's What I Like About You" (The Romantics)

💋"Honeypie" (Jawny)

💋"Lovefool" (The Cardigans)

💋"Rock With You" (Michael Jackson)

🖤Choso🖤

🖤"Ocean Eyes" (Billie Ellish)

🖤"Put Your Head On My Shoulder" (Paul Anka)

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[dayniac]

Doris loved riding her bike !

[middleearthpixie]

Playing With Fire ~ Chapter Thirteen

Dunraven Pub - Modern AU

A/N: Since this is a relatively short chapter, I may post chapter 14 later on... maybe... 😈

Summary: Thorin Durin likes his life just the way it is—his pub is successful, he’s happily playing the field when it comes to women. He wouldn’t change a damn thing about it. At least, not until he meets Leda Andrews, who stops to help him when his car dies on the side of the road.

Leda is new in town, and late for a job interview when she stops to help a guy with his broken down old car. The last thing she expected was for him to be the same guy who owns the pub where she’s applied to be a bartender, never mind to be one of the hottest men she’s ever seen.  

Sparks fly, and while Leda’s got a few ground rules that Thorin is more than willing to abide by, neither one of them expected their fling to turn into anything more serious, or that they would be faced with a situation neither one is prepared for. So, what happens when a no-strings-attached affair teeters on becoming the real thing… 

Summary: Thorin assures Leda that if she’s pregnant, he’ll support whatever she decides to do… 

Pairings:  Pairing: Modern!Thorin x OC Female

Characters:Thorin, Leda, Zana, Meg, Dori, Hank the beer rep,  

Warnings: Some minor angst

Rating: T

Word Count: 2,476

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The parking lot was about half full when Leda steered into it and eased her bike into a space alongside a silver Jeep. She didn’t seen Thorin’s Mustang, but that wasn’t really a surprise. On Tuesdays, he was usually in and out throughout the day. 

Her belly jumped with a million butterflies, although her nausea was gone and she hadn’t thrown up since Sunday. Still, that didn't mean that nerves wouldn’t pick up where the Plan B left off. 

But now, as her gaze automatically went to the corner where Thorin usually parked, she bit back a sigh. She really never thought she’d find herself in this situation and she really didn't know how to proceed with it. She didn't expect to like him as much as she did, didn’t expect to feel as comfortable with him as she did. That came as a surprise, as normally, she had no trouble separating the physical side of sex with the emotional side. After all, most guys couldn’t be trusted, so why should she take the risk with any of them? Maybe not entirely fair, but fuck fair. None of them worried about being fair to her, did they?

But at the same time, she and Thorin were also friends. They talked about all kinds of things; movies, music, current events. He certainly wasn’t just another pretty face. He loved football, dogs, crossword puzzles, hockey, and history—especially World War II. He liked Thai food, Bruce Springsteen was his favorite musician, he leaned left politically, his family was important to him, and from the sounds of it, he enjoyed being with them. So, what began as physical wasn’t quite just that any longer. At least not for her, no matter how much she hated to admit it.

And that scared her to a certain degree.

No, that scared her shitless…

It was a gray, overcast, chilly afternoon, with a hint of rain in the air, but the forecast promised that wouldn’t happen, so she took a flyer and chanced riding her bike. Thorin hadn’t switched on the heat yet, though, so when she stepped inside, it was only slightly warmer than outside.

Zana was behind the bar. “Afternoon, Leda!” she called as Leda came in through the front doors, tugging off her helmet as she did.

“Hey, busy day for a Tuesday.” Leda popped free from the helmet, tucking it under her arm. “Why didn’t you call me to come in earlier?”

“Thorin stepped up. Said you weren’t feeling well.” Zana’s voice filled with concern. “Are you okay to work? Because I can get Lacey to cover for you if not.”

“I’m fine. I had a touch of food poisoning Sunday night and called him last night to let him know I might not be coming in today because I still felt kind of lousy. But, I woke up feeling better.”

“Good. Well, if you start feeling lousy again, just say something.”

Leda smiled. “I will. Thanks.”

She moved down the hallway to the small coat room, where the staff could store things. It was right across from Thorin’s office, which was oddly dark and still. She’d gotten accustomed to hearing him on the phone, with the radio playing softly behind him. Sometimes he talked to himself, which was funny to hear. Sometimes he sang along with whatever song played, and his voice was surprisingly good, low and smooth, like silk over black velvet.

Silk.

She tried not think about that night, as doing so made her want to repeat it with him. As often as possible. 

For the rest of her life.

Don't think about that.

But now his office was quiet. The lights were off. She poked her head in to see his desk, which was usually a mess of papers, with pens, paper clips, and post-its everywhere, surprisingly tidied up. 

The air still held a hint of his cologne and without thinking, her gaze wandered to the sofa. How many women had he fucked on that sofa? How many writhed and moaned beneath him as he licked, sucked, and fucked them into mind-blowing orgasms? Did he remember their names? Did he even know all of their names? Did their names even matter to him?

Why did she give a shit all of the sudden?

“He’s not here.”

Leda jumped as Dori’s hand came down on her shoulder. She hadn’t heard him come down the hallway. “Jesus Christ, don’t sneak up on me like that.”

“Sorry.” His hand fell away and he stepped back. “It’s just if you’re looking for him, he’s not coming in until five, and you should probably stay out of his way. Amy called earlier. Broke her wrist last night, so he’s hot about that on top of having to do whatever it was he was off to do this afternoon.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. Said he had a meeting across town—auditioning a few bands to possibly play on the weekends.”

“Since when does he care about having live music here?” this came from Lacey, who’d just come in the back door. “He’s never mentioned it before.”

“I was telling him about a couple of the newer places that have opened up on the west side of town,” Leda peered over her shoulder at Lacey, “and suggested they might give him some trouble. That’s when he started to care about having live music. And I know he’s considering a few more things as well.”

“Really? That must be killing him. He never gave a damn about being trendy or anything,” Lacey replied. “Guess that’s why he sounded so annoyed before.”

Dori stepped back. “Well, this food won’t prepare itself. Damn, I wish he’d hire a sous-chef to help me out.”

As he walked away, Lacey looked back at her, her eyes serious. “Be careful, Leda, okay?”

“Be careful? What’s that supposed to mean?”

A thin, delicately arched brow raised slowly. “I mean with Thorin. He’s a good-looking guy and he knows it. He can have any woman he wants, and he knows that as well. You’re new around here and I don’t want to see you get hurt. That’s all.”

Her gut twisted, but Leda managed to smile. “I don’t know why you’re warning me away from him. I work for him. That’s all.”

“I came back Saturday night to grab my scarf,” Lacey’s voice lowered to barely a whisper, “and I heard you in his office. Sounded like you were both having fun.” She held up both hands as Leda opened her mouth to protest. “I’m not judging and I’m not going to say anything to anyone, but be careful. You’re not the first bartender he’s slept with, and you probably won’t be the last. Just keep that in mind, okay?”

Heat swept through her, but she thought she managed to hide it as she held Lacey’s stare. “I appreciate the warning but—”

“I’m not trying to be a bitch, Leda. I like you. But… I also was you. He gets under your skin real quick. You’ll start convincing yourself you can change him. That you’ll be the one he wants to change for.

“Then, you’ll catch him with a beer rep. Or a waitress. Or a customer.” Lacey offered up a sad smile. “I caught him on his desk with Meg and he wasn’t even embarrassed. Just asked me to close the door.”

Leda swallowed hard as the roiling in her belly worsened. “That sucks.”

“It did,” she nodded, “but I’m older and wiser now. And Meg caught him in his car with someone, so what goes around comes around. Just be careful, okay? I don’t blame anyone who wants to sleep with him. We all do. He’s hot. And he’s amazing. He’s also not big on faithfulness, but I gotta admit, he is honest about that, so I really couldn’t even get mad about it. It was my own fantasy, not his.”

With that, she patted Leda’s shoulder and went to punch in. Leda sank back against the wall and let her eyes close. Was there anyone in this bar he hadn’t fucked? 

Christ.

****

At ten after five, boots thudded against the floor and Leda held her breath as Thorin came around the corner. Her heart skipped a painful beat, then sped up triple time as his blue-eyed gaze came to rest on her. “How’re you feeling, Leda?”

“I’m fine,” she said, tugging on the Sam Adams tap to fill a pint glass.

“Good.” He came back behind the bar, glancing at Zana. “How was this afternoon?”

“A little busier than usual. Did you run an ad or something?”

“No.” He shook his head. “But, I’ve got a few promos lined up for November into the new year, but nothing before that. Leda,” his hand came to rest on her shoulder, “can I see you a minute when you’re done here?”

“Sure.” She set the Boston Lager in front of a large blond man to the left of the taps. “On your tab, Tony?”

“Please.”

“Sure.”

Thorin moved back from behind the bar, and Leda could practically feel Lacey’s eyes on her. Trying to ignore how unsettling it felt, Leda said, “I’ll be right back.”

She skirted the corner and made her way to Thorin’s office, pushing open the door to see him shrugging out of his leather bomber jacket to hang on the coat tree standing alongside the sofa. “What’s up?”

“Close the door?”

“Sure.”

The door clicked shut and she turned toward him. He perched on the edge of his desk, hands clasped between his thighs, expression more serious than she’d ever seen. “Did you get to the pharmacy?”

She nodded. “I did. They had Plan B and I took it.”

He glanced toward his desk, where his wallet lay. “At least let me pay for it.”

“I’m good, but thanks.” She shifted her weight from one foot to the other as the silence thickened between them. It had to be the most awkward moment of her life, and it worsened by the moment. 

They broke the silence at the same time.

“Leda, I—”

“Thorin, I—” 

He laughed, that sexy, warm chuckle that made her skin tingle and her nipples contract on cue. “Go ahead.”

“No, you can.”

He folded his arms, his biceps bulging against the sleeves of his white henley. The buttons were only partially done, and a hint of gold sparked under the lights, a hint of almost-black chest hair poked up around it. “I just wanted to say that, if you are pregnant, whatever you decide to do, I’ll back you up.”

She blinked. “Back me up?”

“Yeah. Support you. Whatever you want to call it.” He cleared his throat and held her gaze easily. “If you decide you want to have an abortion, I’ll pay for it. If you decide to keep it and go for adoption, I’ll split any costs with you, doctor’s visits, shit like that. If you decide to have the baby, to keep it, I’ll support it.”

“I thought you didn't want kids.”

“I don’t, but, I don’t walk away from my responsibilities, either.” He drew in a deep breath. “If you want me to sign away any rights, I will. It’s your call, Leda. It’s my fault, so it’s your call. However you want to handle it, you won’t get a fight from me.”

She shook her head. “It’s not your fault, Thorin. I was there, too.”

“Yeah, but I felt that fucking condom slip. I should’ve pulled out right then and there, but damn, mesmel… I couldn’t.” To her surprise, a blush rose along his cheekbones. “I couldn’t make myself do it, and here we are now. So, yeah, it’s my fault.”

“Well, we don’t even know if I am pregnant, so—” 

“How soon can you find out?”

She pressed her lips together to make him think she had to recall it, when it was right there at the forefront of her mind. “Saturday. First thing.”

“Let me know, either way.”

She nodded. “Of course.”

To her surprise, he caught her by the hand, his thumb skimming along the back of hers. “I’m sorry, Leda. I don’t know what else to say.”

“Don’t be sorry,” she said, trying to keep her voice light, as if she wasn’t at all worried. “We fucked up. It happens. I tried to right it. Plan B is pretty effective, so we probably don’t have anything to worry about anyway.”

His thumb brushed along her hand again, and he shifted to link his fingers with hers. Heat swept through her, and her heart hammered her ribs as she looked up at him. She didn’t want to speak the words now hovering at her lips, but had no choice. “But, I’ve been thinking. Maybe we should just kind of cool down a little for now. Maybe the universe is trying to tell us something.”

His eyes widened, but only briefly and he eased his hand free as he bobbed his head. “Yeah. You’re probably right. We played with fire once. We keep doing it and one or both of us will eventually get burned.” He folded his arms once more. “If you want to leave, I understand and I’ll pay you for the rest of the month.”

“Do you want me to leave?”

“Not really.” He shook his head. “You’re a good bartender and my customers like you. I like you. But, I’d understand if you were uncomfortable being here.”

“So, I’ll stay then. I’m okay with that.”

“Good.”

“Good.”

A knock sounded at the door and Zana poked her head in. “Thorin, Hank from Riverfront Brewing is here to see you?”

“Yeah? He’s early.” Thorin pushed away from his desk. “So, Leda, you’ll let me know about those dates?”

“I will, sure.”

“Okay. Good.” He moved around to sink into his chair. “Send Hank back, if you don’t mind.”

Leda followed Zana back toward the bar and as they tucked in behind it, she asked, “What was that about?”

“Oh, he wanted to know if I could cover a few Sundays. I guess Amy called him this morning. Something about a broken wrist?”

“Yeah. She broke it swinging her grandson around, if you can believe that.” Zana shook her head as she smiled at the brewery rep. “Thorin’s in his office, Hank. Down the hall and on your left.”

“Thank you.”

Leda swallowed the rising wave of sadness as she moved back behind the bar to take a drink order. She didn’t really want to end things with Thorin, and that bothered her as much as ending things did. She hadn’t counted on feeling this way, since it hadn’t happened in a long time. She usually ended things with a guy because he became too clingy. 

Not because her own feelings terrified her to her core. 

[magickhajiit]

A 📂 for Chibs?

@vulgar-display-of-escapism

Alright continuing with the theme of animals.

In direct contrast to both Tig and Juice, Chibs has never been a dog person or an any sort of animal person really. He’d once been asked to dog sit Juice’s Jack Russel and the trauma still haunts him. Life was stressful enough without a furry creature relying on you every day to feed, walk and play with it, Juice and his idiocy was enough of a handful on its own.  

His daughter, from the first few months she could talk to six years old, had continued to begged him for a cat, despite his repeated refusal. He tries not to think about the fact that one of Jimmy’s first moves, when he’d forced Chibs out of Ireland, was to buy his daughter an overpriced Persian kitten , as if that was somehow better than a moggie. 

(ok moving onto less depressing territory) 

 Every year when the fair came to Charming the Sons had shown their faces, it was a good way to build up community support in the times when it was running low. A game that had gained infamy throughout Charming and caused a headache for many of the Sons was Old Duke’s hook a duck. With the impossible objective of hooking three ducks within a minute it had become a legend to folks coming to the travelling fair, Chibs was yet to see anyone manage it.  

One year Juice had gotten more than a little tipsy at the clubhouse and decided to ride over to the fairground to finally defeat the ducks (his own words). Chibs had gone along with him to try to keep him in line (Tig in tow laughing his ass off of course). They both watch as Juice slams a five dollar bill on the table demands their best fishing rod. To the surprise of everyone in the tent, alcohol only seemed to improve Juice’s hooking ability and three ducks were soon lined across the table.  

Both the Sons and their small audience look up when the stall owner clears his throat, only to see him holding up a plastic bag with a copper-coloured fish swimming around. Juice being drunk on vodka and exhilaration rides behind Chibs on their way back to his house. Chibs spends the ride making sure his passenger doesn’t fall and crack his head open whilst Tig rides behind them, the goldfish bagged, boxed and tied to the back of the bike.  

The next morning Juice and Tig were nowhere to be seen but the fish was in his living room swimming around in the newly installed large tank by the couch. Unsurprisingly neither of them had answered the phone that morning.  

Chibs had been convinced it wouldn’t last the week, the fairground goldfish when he was a boy certainly hadn’t. His fish had one eye, too large for even its own fat little body. And its scales were a sickly shade like its orange glow had been diluted beyond recognition. As expressionless as fish tended to be this one was an exception, Chibs had never before seen a fish with a resting bitch face. Against all odds the fish had lived, it had apparently made a deal with the reaper.  

As much as he whined about it being forced on him Chibs secretly began to grow attached to the fish (dubbed Doris by one of Opie’s kids). So much so that every time it flipped on its back and played dead he ran to it in panic only for it to regain life a moment later. 

Fearing Doris would get lonely Chibs had once gone to the local pet shop and picked up some siblings for him. Only to return a few hours later and find them nowhere to be found. With the fish now having a taste for flesh Chibs was sure to stop sticking his fingers in the water. 

After the cannibal incident Chibs had once again tried to unload his fish onto Juice only for him to say that he would, but his dog tries to eat any living thing in his house.  

He watches Chibs walk away with confusion, hearing him mutter that his dog could, ‘’Bloody well try.’’ 

[aquamoonchaii]

⍣ genre: fluff

⍣ warnings: heavy cheesiness

⍣ pairing: minho x reader

⍣ word count: 2.3k

⍣ collab: This is for the collab Summer Love - Stray Kids from lovie @bangchan-fairy

⍣ charlie’s notes: hope you guys love the cheesy cheese! this lovely banner was made by the precious @halliney!

⍣ summary: minho is scared of heights. maybe he is a chicken. but he meets another cute chicken that holds his hand.

Summer love is usually about sweet flings that end when school or work starts again. It starts in unexpected places with a smile and an ice cream, or with the adrenaline of meeting new places. Or at least that’s what happened to him.

Luckily, it didn’t go that way for both of you. It didn’t end!

Because it’s your third summer together and he can’t be happier. Even his feline babies love you so much, he has to bite his lips to not scream every single time Dori purrs approaching you and you coo at the kitten so cutely he just- Ugh. It’s no joke he is already searching for the perfect ring so he can propose.

There’s no way in hell he would find another soul like yours that blends so well with his, your sweet self is enough to calm him and make him feel at home, wherever he is. If you could open his heart and his brain, he would be so embarrassed because you would know he would do everything. Anything for you. You just need to say it and he is already thinking how to make it real.

But it’s ok, you won’t. Unless you are a secret cannibal and you kill him to eat his heart.

He chuckles out loud at the thought because he wouldn’t deny you his heart, you already have it anyway so he wouldn’t be upset if you eat it. You would just have to promise you won’t date another boy.

Minho just gets these thoughts as he wakes up from the nap he had holding your hand and here you are, like 10 centimeters away from him holding his hand even when you are not that clingy. The fact you are indeed a girl who isn’t into touch but you let him hug you and cuddle anytime makes him feel so good. So special. His free hand brushes your hair off your beautiful face, he can’t help but feel cheesy this moment so he caresses your cheek lovingly and kisses your forehead.

You stir a bit, but as the heavy sleeper you are, you put a leg on both of his -so he doesn’t escape and eat the last chips you mutter groggily- so he slaps your leg lightly and a small smile is on your face until you surrender again to sleep. Minho suddenly rolls his eyes. Are there people who know these intimate details about you besides him? Like you always put a leg on his body and you can’t open your eyes that easily, is there any chance there would be another guy after him who would know this? He pouts because it's frustrating to feel this way, so freaking protective. About your things, about your habits, about you. You.

Always you.

He feels the softest when you are like this, peacefully sleeping beside him in his oversized shirt and pajama pants that make you look like a homeless man. A homeless man that is going to steal his favorite hoodie, you would say. On these sunny and hot days, he has little bit of time to engulf in his feelings and think how lucky he got. Something he would never in a million years would voice out because Ew, the cringe. Especially when it’s summer. Because he gets small flashbacks about how he met you.

Hiking.

Hiking

Hiking!

What a better way to enjoy this beautiful summer than eating frozen fruits and walking through beautiful places? He originally planned to go to the mountain he enjoys the most, Jirisan but of course it would be too crowded.

So now he is here on a hiking tour. He didn't read the whole tour completely because he didn't want to miss this day and because Changbin wanted to come. And he doesn't like company when hiking or Changbin. Just kidding, he likes him but not when he whines which he would totally do in a long walk.

"Uh, sir? Are you not coming? I'm sorry but you are the last one to pass the bridge and the tour is being delayed right now." Minho bows apologetically and excuses himself saying that he would pay the extra fee to wait for the next group tour because he doesn't feel well. Of course the tour lady noticed him getting paler than a piece of paper when he was told to try sky-biking because it was included in the tour or he could pass that thin bridge that passes through both mountains. There was no other way to reach the beautiful sunset he was looking out for. But it was too high.

It looks dangerous and the vertigo hit right at his face as he is literally frozen right now, ugh.

It's ridiculous he is not going to see the sunset.

But he just can't move right now so he keeps a stern face to save himself the embarrassment and makes everyone laugh -group partners were getting really annoyed but well, Minho is funny- saying that he needed to pee because he was too excited. The female nods and makes a few calls, everyone starts taking pictures and distracting themselves as Minho looks at his phone just to notice his battery is going to die, it doesn't matter as he has a incredible high quality camera who is going to be very disappointed if he doesn't get those damn pictures of the sunset.

"Lee MinHo, right?" He nods and the female explains how this would work. So, this tour needs to keep going and as he is clearly pretty interested in hugging the tree that is right there to hold him, he should wait for the other group tour. It would cost him a lot because the next group tour has the option to stay the night to wait for the beautiful dawn. He agreed still because he wanted them pictures, it didn’t matter if he had to sneak in someone’s tent. “Your client’s code is 1441, please let it know to the next tour guide so he would include you in the other package.”

He buys an extra bottle of iced tea for everyone as he apologizes once more before he says goodbye and apologizes again to the rest of the group tour. Minho takes beautiful pictures as he walks near the damn bridge he doesn't want to cross but he needs to, he has around two hours to enjoy and to prepare himself.

You have to do it MinHo.

You have to.

"Are you sure you are going to hike that mountain? Like really sure?" He remembers Changbin questioning him and MinHo gasped. That asshat knew about the thin bridge.

Whatever, he is already here.

He is distracted with the beautiful little birds that let him take photos of them when he hears noise about a group coming. His moment to shine has come.

He just needs to look forward and not down because he would probably die. Ok, he 's ready. Really ready. Completely ready.

Oof.

"I'm not ready!" What- He is engulfed in his own thoughts of being terrified of heights, he didn't notice the girl that is making a funny scene about being nervous. MinHo approaches the group taking out his headphones and feels a bit better, he is not the only one having a mental breakdown because of the damn bridge. Everyone hypes her up to cross the bridge and cheers, she ties her hair up and gives a step forward and squeals.

"I'm sorry my friends! But I'll need a diaper."

"Uh, excuse me? Is this the second group of the tour to see the dawn?" He approaches the lady who had the little bright flag and after she nods kindly, he gives her his ticket saying his client code was 1441. "Oh yes! Come with us, please. This group usually goes slower so take your time to cross the bridge as you see, there's another client who is a bit nervous."

"I'm not nervous, I just wanted to take more pictures."He says and the lady nods and smiles, the tour guide seems close to the girl laughing anxiously that tries to cross the bridge because she whispers to her something about being a chicken. The girl, undeniable attractive just keeps laughing, voicing out she hopes to not die today. "Huh? Another person that is afraid to cross? Where?"

Damn. They are talking about him. The smile that was on his face dissipates and turns into a serious frown as he tries to appear concentrated to look at some flower. "Guys keep going, I will cross alone and safe! I promise!" MinHo hears the girl say to the group and hurried steps that come closer to him after that. "Hi? Are you the scaredy cat?"

"What?" He quickly turns around and scoffs, she is the scandalous one and she starts with this, pfft. "Are you talking about yourself? I don't remember being the one who squealed."

"Yeah right. Come on! Don't be shy, let's cross together because I'm scared too."

"I'm not scared!"

"Mr. 1441, please. We can be stubborn after crossing this bridge." You stick out your hand at him and he raises an eyebrow. "Are you going to give me a piggyback ride or what? Because Miss Chicken, I am not interested."

"What- Chicken? You are the chicken! Oh, is this a way to ask for my name? I'm Y/N."

"MinHo. But I wasn't asking."

"Me neither, MinHo." You laugh as he doesn't have an answer and you grab his hand. "Let's do this together, it's okay to scream and insult. I do that a lot so I don't mind."

" Wait, wait!" He says as he is dragged by Y/N, the girl who seems eager to cross but is as much as terrified as him or even more. "Why are you so eager if the lady said we can take it easily? You were screaming a second ago!"

"I know but the adrenaline is awesome and someone who understands the frightening feeling will make you feel secure, I promise two chickens make a good team."

"I'm not a chick-" His words die as he is at the start of the bridge, instinctively he holds your hand tightly. He takes a deep breath and looks at you, you smile at him. MinHo wants to run away but something in your secure hold of hand makes him believe.

"So you don't have friends to come with?"

"I do have friends! How can you come to that conclusion just by one look? You also look like a loner." He bickers and you immediately answer. "I am not a loner! The lady guide is my friend, she said this dawn is going to be probably the most beautiful of the year as the weather is awesome."

"Oh really?"

"Yeah! I hope you didn't bring too much stuff because it's hot up there, people don't even bring tents and prefer to talk with everyone and take naps looking at the stars and stuff like that, it's pretty safe too and the tour gives tents if you feel uncomfortable."

"Really?"

"Of course! Is this your first time hiking this mountain?" He nods and as the conversation dies for a moment he remembers he is actually on a freaking bridge that looked too thin to hold him safely so he looks down. He is stepping on plain land.

He crossed the bridge bickering with the woman he is still holding hands with.

Wow.

MinHo bickers a bit more to hold her hand a bit more as she gets distracted easily. Y/N. It is a pretty name.

He smiles.

"So are you going to ask me out or are you ready to let go of my hand?" There is a tiny possibility he would have choked on his idea tea at this statement.

"Wow, that was smooth and pretty direct." He lets go of her hand and she laughs. "I don't date chickens though."

"I don't date chickens either." He scoffed at her attitude, damn. Is there a divinity of summer he can thank for?

After a night of bickering and photos of the incredible dawn, you agreed to give him your number so he would send the pictures he took.

It would be the first of many hiking trips that would turn into summer dates.

You open your eyes finally and your hands search for your phone to see the hour. You slept two hours! Felix said he would call for you to come and eat brownies with MinHo.

"Shouldn't you search for me first?" Your boyfriend sat on the end of the bed eating the last bag of chips making you whine.

"MinHo! Spill my chips!"

"Give me your hand to spill it."

"Ew."

"Tell Felix you are a taken chicken. He is not going to seduce you with brownies, you are more spoiled than anyone could ever think."

"Listen chicken, sweet Australian man is going to invite us both brownies so shut up. Also go tattoo yourself the word taken on your forehead. Girls think my chip robber is single? Tsk." As always, your unexpected statements make him choke, this time on the chips and laughs at your rolling eyes. "Am I spoiled? When? Where?"

MinHo throws himself on you and tickles you until you are kicking him off you, showing him the white blanket as a surrender sign.

"Should we go on a hiking date?" You suddenly ask.

"Why?"

"Why not? Maybe I want to commit murder and take revenge because they were my favorite chips."

"Jirisan?"

"No, the one we met!"

"Huh? Really?" He takes his phone and casually books a tour already for this weekend. "Maybe I should propose to you so you won't kill me."

You both laugh.

But he isn't joking. He also messages the boutique, he would need the ring for this weekend.

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My Time with Doris Day: An Interview with Mary Anne Barothy By Constance Cherise

In 2012, Robert Osborne interviewed a spry 90-year-old, Doris Day. He, of course, asked all the correct questions a true Day fan would be curious about: when she realized she could sing, how her career in film began and did she consider her serendipitous life to be destiny. A vibrant and gracious Day revealed that she wasn’t nervous when it came to performing, and if you have seen her first film ROMANCE ON THE HIGH SEAS (‘48), her organic ease fits like the exact correct puzzle piece. 

Although she passed almost two years ago, fans the world over still celebrate her iconic status. One of those fans is a public speaker on all things Doris, author of Day at a Time: An Indiana Girl's Sentimental Journey to Doris Day's Hollywood and Beyond, Mary Anne Barothy. Her fortune ironically played out like a classic Hollywood script, much like the beginnings of Day’s career. A devotee of Day since childhood, threads of fate connected and Barothy would find herself rubbing shoulders with Hollywood's elite, astonishingly becoming Day’s live-in secretary, maintaining an active friendship from 1967-1974. 

What was a typical day with Doris like?

Mary Anne Barothy: I lived with Doris in her Beverly Hills home after her TV show [The Doris Day Show] filming ended - December 1972 and ran through June of 1973 on CBS. Her bedroom was just opposite mine in the back. Mine was the front bedroom. She slept with seven of her dogs, and I slept with the other four – Bobo, Charlie, Rudy and Schatzie. She would get up and come into the kitchen where I often fixed her breakfast. Doris loved her dogs and spent time playing with them both indoors and out. Many days she would get ready and bike down to Nate 'N Al's Deli for a late breakfast and many times would meet someone, or we would go together for breakfast. Doris loved her fans, and she was very good about answering her fan mail. 

As you know, her passion was animal welfare and she kept up with Actors & Others for Animals and frequently attended board meetings. I went with her and was also a proud member of Actors & Others for Animals. In the summer she would swim in her pool on occasion. She would call friends and once in a while meet someone for lunch or dinner. After dinner, sometimes we would sit in one section of her living room and watch the news. Doris was very down to earth; as I said, she was like a big sister to me. To me, this was an incredible dream come true! It is still hard to believe that I had this awesome opportunity to spend precious time with my idol, Doris Day!

The designer Irene dressed her in high fashion. Did she have a favorite costume/gown?

MB: She never spoke about that, but she looked good in a bathrobe. She just had a way of radiating, looking beautiful no matter what she had on. She always said CALAMITY JANE [‘53] was her favorite movie because she was kind of a tomboy. She never came across that way except for in movies, but she liked to be comfortable. She would ride her bike with shorts on and look very casual and comfortable. I always told her she could put on a paper bag and look good! 

Now that she's passed, what would she want the world to know about her if anything?

MB: She was a down to earth person and I think some people think celebrity is high and mighty because they are in the movies, and I'd say a religious person without talking about church all the time. She had a passion for animal welfare and that was very important to her and she'd been that way apparently since she was a young person. She just enjoyed life and her friends. She wasn't one for “I've got to be seen here and I've got to do this.” Her work was her work, she'd go to the studio to do what she had to do and that was it. 

Your book recounts so many extraordinary memories including that of a conversation with Elvis. If you had to choose one pinch-me moment, what would it be?

MB: When Doris called me and asked me to come work with her. The Christmas she invited me to stay. The fact that she trusted me was so special.

What was it like waking up in your idol’s home walking outside of your room and thinking I live here now?

MB: It was surreal because I wasn't just staying a night or two, I’m staying here to the fact that I changed my address over. It was all like a movie. Here I am, actually living with her! It was meant to be. She was like a big sister. She made me feel welcome.

Do you have any memorabilia? 

MB: I have some clothes she gave me. My favorite one is the hat she wore when she met me. She gave it to me and then another hat from a movie, a skirt, and top from THE GLASS BOTTOM BOAT [1966]. She gave me a ring and an autographed Christian Science book, and that is special. I’ve got many letters and cards she gave me over the years. (Barothy reads a card) “Thanks for doing your own Christmas shopping. I love you Mairzy Doats, you’re the best there is! Always, your friend Clara.” And on the other side, it says, “Merry Christmas from the kids too!” – the dogs. “Mairzy Doats,” she’d sing that once in a while. I’ve saved a lot of these things. Of course, when I do my talks, I use copies. 

What was Beverly Hills like then? 

MB: To me, Beverly Hills, when I lived with Doris Day in her home, was a much more  relaxed city, almost small townish. Doris could ride her bike from her home four blocks down to either Bailey's Bakery or the classic Beverly Hills deli, Nate N 'Al's on Beverly Drive. No paparazzi – that would never happen today. I would see Barbara Stanwyck and Fred Astaire at the Beverly Hills Post Office, saw Rosalind Russell at Ralph's grocery, and would see Loretta Young at Good Shepherd Catholic Church. People appeared to live pretty normal lives. Beverly Hills was a welcoming community and a fun place to be, especially since I was living with Doris in her home.

What would Doris think of the world today?

MB: I think Doris would be concerned about the direction we seem to be going in. Doris was a very religious person without going to church. I learned a lot from her. With people being out of work these days, I think Doris would be very concerned about the welfare of dogs and cats and all animals. As you know, she was a strong animal advocate and was one of the founders of Actors & Others for Animals. When she moved to Carmel, California, she started her own foundation, The Doris Day Animal Foundation, and animal welfare was her number one priority.

Looking back, does it seem like this all really happened to you?

MB: Yeah, it kinda seems surreal, and friends that are big Doris fans, just say, how did that happen? I just followed my dream and that is why when I give talks, I tell people to follow your dream, don't say oh I could have or I should have; if you really believe in something go for it. All I can say it was meant to be. I drove my parents crazy and drove my teachers crazy, but I got what I wanted. I never would have dreamed that all of this would happen. I mean talk about a dream come true...unreal! “It really happened, I'm not making it up, I’ve got pictures to prove it!”

What are your plans for the future?

MB: I look forward to getting back on the road again to share my “Dream Story With Doris Day” presentations. Due to the pandemic last year, I was not able to do them as people were in lock down. Now, things are opening up and I am doing Zoom but really prefer the in-person talks where I share many photos I've taken of Doris over the years, as well as scripts and other Doris Day memorabilia. It's a fun “sentimental journey.” People can contact me through my website. 

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In The Still of The Night

Word Count : 1,232

Warning: Language and slight smut

A/N: Not too much of a Mental Break down this time which is good, but anyways I wanted to do something with the boys in the 50′s so if you like it I’ll definitely write more !

The summer of 56 on the boardwalk was magical, motorcycles, singers, and, "HEY YOU!" Marko, Paul, Dwayne, and David raced out of the record shop, leather jackets flying behind them like the wind. Elvis records under their arms as they ran off on their motorcycles. 

"Oh, shit..." Paul mumbled under his breath.

"What now? Paul!" David grumbled.

"Where the hell is Tiffany..." he questioned, walking past a gang of bikers. "Hey, baby..." one of the T-Birds said,  grabbing the young girl by her wrist, one of them hiking up the skirt of her dress, "Wanna have some fun with us, little lady..." his fingers wrapped around one of her curls. 

"I don't want any trouble," her red lipstick lips frowned in a pout. 

"Oh, come on, Monroe..." the leader of the gang leaned in his breath, wreaking of cheap whiskey. 

" I said, I don't want any trouble!" She growled, vamping out at them as they ran away from her. Flattening out her yellow polka-dot dress, she stood next to one of their bikes, taking the keys and putting them inside her purse. "Shame I ruined my lipstick..." she mumbled as the rumble of motorcycles approached her way. 

"You're late, you know..." she mentioned, as the smell of David's cigarettes flew past her nose.

 "Sugar, we're sorry..." Dwayne sighed

"Hmmph..." Tiffany rejected walking on the sidewalk of the shops. 

"The cold shoulder again, youch..." 

"Not now, Stewart..." Tiffany sighed, 

"I don't think they meant to -" 

"Stewart, this happens almost every day. It's like I don't even matter. " she huffed, looking at her vampire companion, who was wearing a summer sweater that Marko made him. "Have you tried telling them that..." he asked, lighting a cigarette, offering one to Tiffany, "Between work and the sounds of hearing-"

"Hey, sweetheart, why don't you  get with a real ma-"  

"One second..." She pushed the guy in the alley, sinking her teeth into his neck as she enjoyed the sweet taste that was blood. Stewart only watched as he hesitated in joining in. 

"Eating without us, Kitten..." David smirked, his hair resembling that of James Dean. 

"I can't always wait for you..." she laughed, no traces of blood left on her dress, "Now if you'll excuse me..." she tried walking past, but David only blocked her path. "You're not going anywhere till you tell us what's wrong," he smirked, picking her up and placing her on the back of his bike. 

"Need a ride..." Marko asked, looking up at Stewart.

"That'd be nice." he smiled.

Sitting in the living room of Max's house were David, Dwayne, and Tiffany. "This is pointless..." She sighed, crossing her feet. But both David and Dwayne stared until she finally pried open like a clam. "Darling, I'm going  to ask again what's wrong." Dwayne sighed, getting Tiffany to look at him, using a few of his powers on her. 

" Nothing..." she tried to fight against his mind tricks.

"Tiff..." David kissed her hand, "Tell us..." 

"I'm tired of feeling like... like.." 

"Like what?"

"Like Doris Day...  she sighed, "Perfect and pretty..." kicking her heels off, "I wanna be a Lost Boy and not a Wendy Darling," she smirked, "A Dorthy Dandridge if you will." Tiffany leaned in towards David.

"Kitten, you'll get yourself hurt..." he kissed her cheek.

"Maybe I want to..." an innocence appearing in her features. "Maybe I wanna be someone else..." 

"Dear, I don't think that's a good idea..."

"Stars do it all the time, besides all the good girls go to hell, and I'm a vampire. I already got my foot in the door." her hand on his chest, 

"You sure about this..." Stewart asked, watching Tiffany throw an endless amount of clothes near his way. It was almost as if it were 1906 again. "I think the pin-up look screams femme - fatale." she shrugged, wrapped in a  tight dark pink dress and pumps to match. 

 "You look..."

"Look... Like," she asked, a bit nervous

"Hey, Tiff, you coming or not!" Marko asked,

"Where you guys going?"

"Mo-" he paused, watching the way she walked over to him, pure seduction if he ever did see such a creature. 

"Stewart, be a dear and get my motorcycle keys from my purse." she waved over as he rushed to get them, "Marko mon amour pick up your jaw, will you." racing to the drive-in was Paul, Marko, and Stewart who was riding with Tiffany, 

The wind blew in her hair as she felt wild and free like the teenager she appeared to be. 

"Tiffany, slow down. I'm going to be sick!"

"I'm burning rubber Stew!" she smirked, passing by Paul, who began to pick up speed. 

"When’dya learn how to ride?"

"Taught myself."  Tiffany smiled. As they approached the drive-in, she caught sight of two someones at the hot dog cart. 

" Got get 'em!" Stewart cheered, wrapped around Marko, the two making their way to scare a couple for their car. 

" I didn't think you'd be a relish kind of man," Tiffany mentioned, a cigarette in her mouth, which David lit up with his lighter.

"Tiff, is that you..." Dwayne looked in shock. 

"In the flesh Daddy-O" she winked.

"In a place like this..." David smirked, watching her cough on her cigarette smoke, "You're supposed to exhale it, not inhale..." he grumbled, "Marko and Paul invited me to the passion pit." she smirked. Hearing Dwayne growl lit a roaring fire in her core, 

" Invited you to do what exactly..."

"Like you, two would care." she rolled her eyes, walking away towards the car that Stewart and Marko had stolen. 

"Did I miss anythi-"

"Oh... uh... this is..." 

"You two have fun doing the backseat bingo." She blushed, the image of disgruntled Stewart now forever etched in her memory.

 "Need a ride, sugar?"  Tiffanys back stiffened as the hair on her neck raised from the sultry lowness of Dwayne's voice.

"What kinda ride are we talking about?" 

" Depends on what you're offering, buttercup."  David winked, pulling her in the backseat. Tiffany felt butterflies in her stomach, if that were even possible. A re-showing of the '30s monster movie hit Dracula was showing. 

There stood Dracula about to bite Mina as Dwayne only groaned, he was never really a big fan of vampire films, they always felt too inaccurate to him. "How romantic..." Tiffany swooned, 

" A kiss from an eternal lover..."  

"Anyone could do that..." Dwayne grumbled. 

"Then why don't you..." Tiffany pulled him close, her hand on his chest, while David peppered kisses down her neck. Dwayne tilted her chin, stealing a kiss from her rose-red lips. His hand crawled up her thigh. 

“Dwayne!” She shrieked, as he placed her in his lap taking turns between him and David. Her back arching with every thrust from Dwayne while her moans were stifled by David's length in her mouth. “Good girl… Kitten…” David winked, his hands wrapped her hair watching as legs grew weak from Dwayne's thrust. “You’re doing so good babe…” Dwayne breathed out as the three of them only grew closer. “Oh putain right there!” her hips grinding as fast as they’d allow her too. By the time they had finished, Dracula had already died. 

“ To die, to be really dead must be glorious…”  

“I don’t remember this scene.” David smirked, sitting with both Dwayne and Tiffany under the  boardwalk. 

“Maybe a certain pink dress would help you remember better.” Dwayne hinted, holding Tiffany against his chest.

“I second that…”