and do the chicken dance

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b.a.p and

b.a.p + favorite dance moves

bonus:

some nerd: Stormblood’s early access was a complete mess, every class that isn’t Samurai or Red Mage got totally ruined, tanking is back to the same problems it had before the VIT changes, housing is still an easily exploited fiasco, and the servers are STILL unstable! FFXIV is ruined forever! Square-Enix doesn’t know what the fuck they’re doing!

me:

some nerd: *holding back tears of indescribable joy* holy shit

Hips - part 2 (A Jongin Two-Shot)

Genre: Romance (Fluff / Smut / Angst)

Characters: Jongin X You

A/N: #3 of the 3K Followers Requests - Jongin teaches dance to little kids.

He is surprised to learn that his peculiar new student, who has a habit of collecting things that don’t belong to her, is actually the daughter of his neighbor, a hardworking single mother. When he recognizes the exercise shirt his neighbor is wearing, he finally has to speak up.(3 requests combined)

Hips [M] : Part 1, Part 2


He couldn’t stay away from you forever right?

If anything, Nina couldn’t stay away from Nari forever.

After the dance in your living room, after feeling the tension and his hands and his heart beating frantically inside of his chest once that music stopped, after feeling the undeniable attraction you were certain wasn’t only on your side, he didn’t return to your door for four whole days.

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Why virtual reality is perfect for creativity

Second part to Nat & Friends look at Virtual Reality tech, this time focused on how it can be a creative platform, including Tiltbrush, 360 video and Blocks:

In this video (part 2 of a two-part VR series) I explore VR creativity tools and how artists and creators are using them. I do a Tilt Brush chicken dance, play with brains, and help YouTuber Vanessa Hill make a video about how your mind reacts to VR

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Part One can be found here

Lazy Saturdays and Excited Boyfriends || t.h

Summary: In which Tom decides to teach his clumsy girlfriend how to dance.

Words: 1150

Warnings: Just a few swears

Comments: ANYONE READY FOR SOME FLUFF, BECAUSE I AM. Also, I do talk about some ballet terms and I myself have literally no clue about ballet other than the fact that it is soooo hard and props goes out to all you beautiful angels that do it professionally lIKE HOW???? Hopefully I don’t offend any of you dancers, I promise that was not my intention! Oh, also includes a sneaky little Harrison ;) and “shade” because Tom broke his nose again like Tom stOP HURTING YOURSELF (I hope he’s okay tho).

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“You look like a dying walrus.”

You glare furiously at the boy in front you, letting out a small huff fall from your mouth.

“What does that even look like, Tom?”

“Your dancing.”

His lips are holding a crooked smile, carefully maneuvering his body towards yours. You never meant to start playing around, watching your legs twist in ways which surely weren’t healthy - the urge to learn to dance never passing your mind until one lazy, Saturday afternoon.

You and Tom had done nothing since the morning, laying in bed tucked under the warmth of each other’s arms. But soon, Tom grew bored, hopping out of bed and grabbing your hand in his.

“Let me teach you how to dance.”

You were quick to reject, knowing your history with anything that had to do with cordination was not the greatest.

He jutted out his bottom lip in a pout, wide, brown eyes staring back at you. “Please? It’ll be a great bonding experience, and good practice for when we get married!” He’s bouncing on his feet, winking at you before letting the rest of his words tumble out his mouth. “Please, for me?” He sounded like a child begging for ice cream, body hunched over as he stared sadly down at his now empty hand.

You tried your hardest to stand your ground, arms crossed against your chest as you let your gaze drift away from your boyfriend. But all too soon, you let out an annoyed sigh, before standing and grabbing his hand, quiet mutters leaving your lips.

“Fine. But I swear to God, if you try to make me do some stupid dance move like the chicken or some shit, I’m going to punch a hole right through your head.”

Tom decided to ignore your glare and happily skipped behind you, completely ecstatic about sharing something so dear to him with you. It started off okay at first, getting down the first few steps to a dance you’ve never heard of, happily swaying along to the music with no problems - see, you’re a natural! - but that was until Tom decided to teach you to pirouette.

Your feet fumbled to the floor, lazily getting up on your feet. You’ve been at it for over two hours now, getting nowhere farther than falling on your butt more times than necessary. Tom teased you along the way - with the number of times you’ve fallen, I’d say you’ve bruised more than I’ve broken my nose, and two is already a lot - but he was determined for you to get this, even if his little remarks helped with nothing.

Every second was spent with you trying to lift your feet off the ground in the right rhythm, a horrified look crossing your face when he told you to stand on the very tip of your toes - how hell did you do this for so many years? My feet are about to fall off - huffing at every little move that never came out right. You try your hardest to follow along with his instructions, your frustration only growing when he took the lead, performing the dance with such ease. Your lips twisted down into a small pout, dramatically falling to the bedsheets behind you.

“How do you do that so easily?” You ask, looking up at Tom. “I can barely move my arms the right way.”

You lost all hope in learning, laying there for a few extra moments. Tom examined your figure, his lips stretching into a small frown. He hated seeing you upset. He absolutely loved your seeing your smile, especially when he was having a dull day. He wished you could’ve gotten the dance much easier, just so that’d you’d enjoy this little bonding experience more, but he knew not everyone would get it right away (especially since he himself spent a couple of years of training before finally landing his role in Billy Elliot). He was determined for you to get this, because he believed in you way more than you did yourself.

“You just need practice.”

You let out a bitter laugh, lifting your body up to face his, “I’ve been practicing for two hours, Tom. Obviously I just don’t have the talent to do this - this thing.”

He laughs at your childish voice, before lifting you into his arms, positioning himself in front of you. He carefully guided your fingers into his, walking you through the first few moves. Perhaps ballet wasn’t the best option as of right now. Maybe just swaying silently with you was what you both really needed.

He continued doing so, carefully wrapping his arms around you and burying his head into your neck. You could feel his lips ghosting over your skin, a smile stretching across his mouth. You bit down on your lip, knowing both your cheeks were burning red, shy eyes meeting the ones of the boy in front of you.

“Thanks for helping me, Tom.” You smile, pressing a small kiss to his cheek. “But let’s just admit you did that just to be close to me.”

He’s shaking his head at you, smile bright on his face. “I did that only for the sake of dance. Maybe you’re not ready for ballet.” He laughed, eyes shining as he watched you both move in sync

“I’d rather dance like this than whatever allégro shit you tried to show me.”

You beam up at him, turning you head down to fit in the crook of his neck. You could feel him laugh against your chest, his voice vibrating through your veins. Tom watches, attention wrapped in you as he sees you suddenly fumble away from him . You gnaw down on your bottom lip, before attempting to do the dance once more. It wasn’t perfect, not by a long shot, but soon you jumped up, watching as you fell onto your feet instead your rear end like you had so many times before. Your eyes lit up, flying to find Tom’s.

“Tom!” You yell, turning towards the grinning boy. “Holy shit, I did something without falling on my butt! Tom - Tom did you see that? Oh my gosh, I can dance - I can dance! ” Your words come out in meshes too fast to catch, but Tom understands every bit of it, taking pride in the happiness that shone off you.

“I knew you could do it,” he smiles, placing a small kiss on your lips. “Now let’s get through the rest of the dance.”

Sending a small grin his way, you turn your head down to your feet, before quietly muttering, “I feel like if Harrison had joined us, this would’ve been way more fun. Have you seen that man dance? He’s almost as bad as me!

“Hey!”

Both your gazes fell to the doorway, seeing a certain blonde boy glaring at the both you. Harrison strode closer, levelling himself up to you.

“I could beat both your asses in Just Dance.”

Marry me? | Tom Holland

Request: Hey there!! I love your imagines! I was wondering if you could do one where Tom proposes to you in a really elaborate but sweet way? I’m in the mood for some fluff 😊😊

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

Tom swore he read every article on how to propose. Every single thing he saw gave him ideas on how to propose, but he always deemed them too mundane for his angel. He went through every idea in his mind but nothing seemed good enough. He was slowly going insane and he so desperately wanted to tell you about it to calm him down but he obviously could not. “Hey, so I’m going mental trying to propose to you, have any suggestions?” Definitely not.

He knew you hated when he spent too much on you. Your humble personality always felt guilty spending his money but really, Tom never minded as long as he got to see your bright smile afterwards. He had to find the perfect middle ground, or at least to a point he deemed necessary. He knew you deserved only the best, and he was determined to give it to you, only he had no clue what it was.

He even went so far as to ask everyone you were close to, your friends, your family, your co-workers. He always ended up with half-baked ideas that he would forget by the time he started a new plan. How long had he been planning this proposal again? He sighed as he continued on his search for the perfect proposal all while you waited in the dark.

It took some time and loads of work but Tom had finally crafted the perfect proposal. Or at least, he tried. “Dude, what if she doesn’t like it? Is there still time to move it? Oh god, she’s going to say no,” he let out his frustration to Harrison who replied with, “Shut up Tom. She’s going to say yes. She loves you mate, big proposal or not. Plus you already booked those tickets.”

You would be lying if you said you were not a bit worried of Tom’s frantic state. You would notice him late at night pacing and muttering to himself and him having conversations with Haz that you could not hear. “It’s guy stuff, dicks and things.” You rolled your eyes at them but let it slip because you trusted them wholeheartedly. Plus, you would not forget the night you brought it up to Tom and he replied by pulling you closer and kissing your forehead. “It will make sense in a while. Just not now, but when it does, you’ll laugh the hardest you have ever.”

It was after a long day of work, your boss literally gave you three days worth of things to do and accomplish within the day. You lugged your tired body home and fell flat against the sofa. “No honey I’m home?” You heard your boyfriend tease. You groaned a reply into the throw pillow and he laughed before he stood you up. “Come on, I’ve run us a bath.”

After unwinding and spending too much time in the warmth of the bath, you and Tom got out and put on your comfiest pjs. Tom knew you loved his sweaters so he gave you his favorite one to wear for the night. He prepared your favorite food, with the help of your mum and his mum, and set it out like a picnic on your bed.

“Okay, what’s up? Why are you so romantic tonight?” You asked as you ate the last of your meal. He sent you the same smile he used when he asked you to be his girlfriend and laughed at your waiting face, “when you love someone like I do, you do everything you can to try and show them you love them.” “You’re such a cheeseball.” “Only for you,” he singsonged before leaning up to kiss you, which you gladly accepted.

“So, I’ve been thinking.” “That’s never good.” “Shut up. So Ive been thinking that we need a vacation.” “Tom, you know-” “Too late!” He dropped an envelope on your lap and ran out of the room. You knew getting up to fetch him would be no use so you opened the envelope and were met with two tickets to London and a letter. 

Dearest Y/N,

Hey love, I know how much you love your excuses but I promise I have taken care of everything already. Yes, everything. I had Harrison check. Here are two tickets to my hometown, a place that means a lot to me and to us. There’s a whole world of memories I wish to share with you, I figured what better place to start than London? (aside from our own home of course)

p.s. you can;t say no because i already bought tickets :)) love youuu

“So what do you say?” He said as he peeked his head back in your room. “Well you’ve left me no choice Holland.” You laughed as he started doing his “happy dance” he looked like a flailing chicken. He then attacked you on the bed, careful not to crush the tickets. “London, here we come.”

“Tom, seriously, all I want is to shower then sleep.” He shushed you as he continued to walk you into his house. He insisted on blindfolding you which confused you as you had been to his house multiple times already. “Tom, I swear if I fall on my face, I’m taking you down with me.” He laughed but continued further into his house with a finger to his lips. He slowly let go and you reached out to him. “Tom?”

When you were met with silence, you untied the blindfold and let it fall. In front of you was the love of your life down on one knee with a smile as bright as the sun itself, it was a smile he only reserved for you. Your eyes widened and your heart rate quickened, he’s proposing, he’s proposing, he’s- he grabs your hand and suddenly you’re back on Earth staring into his eyes.

“Y/N, love, there is so much I want to say but not enough time nor words to say them. I truly believe I am the luckiest man alive, or rather who ever lived. And there’s one reason, one person, one amazing human being, that made that happen. She is the light of my life. I honestly don’t know how I lived without her because she’s the first and last thing on my mind every single day. When I feel like giving up, or like the world is against me, just knowing that she’ll be there when I get home gets me through. When I feel sad or down, seeing her smile would instantly brighten my mood. Suddenly with her, the future wasn’t so scary anymore. My future became our future and I cannot imagine it any other way. They say love is a funny thing and that it’s all some social construct, but how can you explain the feeling of being so content and enamoured with one person that it physically hurts when you’re apart? She is my air, my lifeline, my endgame. She’s my best friend, my rock, my universe, and someday hopefully my wife. It’s you. It’s always been you. There will never be another you. There’s nothing in this world or any world I would rather do than grow old with you, Y/N. I love you when you’re all dressed up showing off your perfect body. I love you when you’re dressed like this in sweats and flight hair. I love you when you wake up and when you fall asleep and everything in between. I love you so much that this little speech does not even begin to scratch the surface of everything I have yet to say. But I’m cutting it short because I know that there will be another time. 

Will you marry me?”

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Hope you liked it! I’m sorry it’s not so elaborate (I got carried away and figured my original plan was too long to be one imagine) but I really enjoyed writing this!
 I probably will do a part two about everything Tom had planned for them soon ;)

First Dates With Dear Evan Hansen: Headcanons

Female!Reader, Sorry!

Connor

•He hasn’t done this before, what does heee doooooo?

•He didn’t really expect you to say yes to going on a date with him, so he didn’t plan anything and he’s at a lost now.

•He considers asking Zoe for help but decides that that would be too embarrassing to do. He doesn’t want her all up in his business.

•Decides to keep it calm, like the park or something. He really has no idea what he’s doing.

•For the first time in forever, he’s really nervous, you’re the only person he has actually liked before that liked him back.

•He doesn’t need a replicate of what happen to Jenny in 8th grade.

•Don’t ask who Jenny is.

•He has a kite though. Just take the fucking kite and be happy, that’s all he wants please.

•His is a black box kite, just like his soul. Yours is an eagle.

•Welp, yours is kind of stuck in a tree.

•"You brought it back to its natural habitat.“ “Eagles don’t live on trees at parks, Connor.” “You don’t know that.”

•He climbs up to get your kite because he feels bad.

•Doesn’t fall because he isn’t a fucking acorn.

Evan

•Wowie, he is sHOOK.

•He doesn’t know how to confront girls? Well, girls he likes? So, he talks toJared about it.

•"Hey baby, you look sexy.“ “Who the fuck taught you to speak like this?” “Um, ”

•You end up decking Jared in the long run after the date.

•You arranged the date because Evan was insisting that you do so because he doesn’t want to screw anything up.

•You make a fancy dinner in your back yard. You couldn’t afford a fancy restaurant, but you make fabulous pizza rolls.

•Evan doesn’t mind because he couldn’t have done better. He loves pizza rolls anyway, the good ol’ microwavable kind

•He ends up knocking the whole thing down. Like everything is on the floor.

•He’s so embarrassed and anxious and really didn’t mean to. He’s close to tears when you say something.

•"Oh well, the dinner was shitty anyways. We can just go watch a movie inside.“ "W-wait, you’re, you’re not mad?” “Um, no? It was an accident.”

•He hugs you, he appreciates that and appreciates you.

•You end up having more fun watching movies than if you had that “fancy,” dinner.

Jared

•Fuck, this boy doesn’t care anymore. You like him, he likes you. He’s going to take you home to play video games.

•You play super smash bros. and school him hard.

•Just keeps making dirty jokes. He won’t stop, and will never stop.

•"Oh yeah, smash me, smash me hard.“ "Jared, lemme smash.” “YOU WEREN’T SUPPOSED TO PLAY ALONG, BUT FUCK, IM GLAD YOU DID.”

•You get bored after two hours, no matter how fun you and Jared make it. (Fun, you know what I mean, ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°))

•You end up prank calling Evan, but Connor answers the phone huffing and puffing. You guys immediately hang up. (FUN ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°))

•"Um, that’s not what I wanted.“ "I don’t think that’s what anyone wanted.” “Evan probably wanted it, if you know what I mean.”

•The four of you agree not to mention or talk about it ever.

•You end up just cuddling, it was not a bad date, and you would definitely do it again.

•10/10 date in Jared’s book too. He’s glad he can just chill with you

•Would definitely kachow in the future.

Zoe

•Zoe goes all out just for you. She wants it to be absolutely perfect just for you.

•She sets up reservations at this really fancy restaurant and she was going to surprise you with it, but you end up finding it.

•You both are really excited for the date and when she comes to pick you up, you guys discover are wearing the same dress

•You swear to each other that you didn’t mean to. You both decided that you guys look hot anyway and just go to eat.

•You’re scared someone will be rude to Zoe because you guys are on a date. And you get ready to hit anyone with your stilettos if they make a homophobic comment.

•The waitress says you guys are relationship goals and your face just goes red but you couldn’t agree more honestly.

•You guys have the fucking best dinner ever unexpectedly.

•"I heard this restaurant makes you do the chicken dance on your birthday if you come here.“ "EXCUSE ME, ITS MY DATE’S BIRTHDAY.”

•Zoe ruins the whole date by publicly embarrassing you but at least you get a free biscuit.

•"I hate you.“ "Sure you do.” “I do.” “Saying it won’t make it true, you love me.”

•Calls you the very next day to set up another date.

Alana

•She had been really built up on homework because she took on too many project sooo, why not a homework date?

•You set it up at your house on your kitchen table. Your parents were surprised when you decided to have a date at home.

•You both just wear pajamas while you guys eat snacks and you help her on homework.

•You add in jokes between each problem to try to lighten up get mood and you get a few laughs out of her.

•"I guess we have chemistry together.“ "You have to wait till the third date to use the romance puns.” “Aw man.”

•She ends up getting bad grades on all of the worksheets you guys did together but she doesn’t mention it.

•Subtlety suggest she tutors you, and you agree because that would mean hanging out together more and anyway is a good way.

•The date ends up good with you guys finishing and cuddling on the couch.

Dare to Love - Armin

“No way.” Candy protested. “You cheated.”

Alexy shook his head. “Didn’t cheat. I’m just that good.” With the ping pong ball he was holding, he pointed at the single drink remaining in front of her, and then at the four in front of himself.

Sighing, she took the nearest plastic glass, and brought it to her lips, chugging the alcoholic beverage. “I don’t get it. Last time we played, you sucked. But now…” Realization dawned on her. “You practiced!” She pointed an accusing finger at him. “You practiced, let me believe you hadn’t, and proposed a bet, knowing I’d accept. You’re a cheater.”

“Again, not a cheater.” He grabbed one of the glass in front of him, and handed it to her. “Sly maybe. Manipulator, yes. But not a cheater.”

Candy groaned, but drank anyway. She then walked to the other side of the table, joining Alexy, and then drank another, and another.

“So, what do you want me to do? Do your history homework? Bake you a cake? Go shopping with you?” Her words were slurred by the alcohol.

“Nope.” He gave her a big smile. “I have something better in mind.”

Candy frowned. “Don’t look at me like that. You’re starting to scare me.” Alexy’s smile got even bigger. “Okay. Now you’re definitely scarring me. What do you want me to do?”

“Dear Candy,” started Alexy, the beginning of the sentence already announcing nothing good. “we have lots of attractive guys at Sweet Armoris. Wouldn’t you agree?”

Candy knew her best friend so well that she immediately figured out where he was going with this. She took a step back and shook her head rapidly. “No way. I am not doing it. No way.”

“C’mon Candy. A bet’s a bet. So you have to do what I say. And what I’m saying is… Go kiss one of the boy at the party.” An idea in mind, she opened her mouth and –  “Don’t even think about it. It can’t be me.”

She glared at him. “I hate you.”

Alexy waved it of before bringing her into a hug. “Yeah, yeah, so do I.” When he pulled away, he handed her the last drink. “Here, liquid courage.”

“Don’t make me do this.” She pleaded.

“I’m doing this for your own good!”

“Right, for my own good.” She flicked him off, before chugging the remaining drink. “I don’t know why you’re my friend.”

“Because I’m making you do fun things that you wouldn’t do otherwise.”

“I’m not sure about fun, but you’re damn right I would never do this on my own! You’re telling me to kiss a random guy, Alex!” she exclaimed.

“They’re not random.” He argued. “They’re all from our school.”

“Still, it’s not like they’re my boyfriend!”

He wiggled his eyebrows. “If you’re a good kisser, he might want to be.”

So, that’s the reason why he’s making me do this, she thought. “You crazy scheming bastard.” Candy rolled her eyes at him and walked away, wanting to get this impossible task done as soon as possible.

She looked around, trying to find the perfect guy. Not Kentin or Castiel, she thought, seeing them arguing in one of the corner of the room. Castiel would never stop teasing her about it. And Kentin, well, she didn’t think he was in love with her anymore, but she didn’t want to take the chance and risk their friendship.

So that left either Nathaniel, Lysander, or –

“Boo!”

Candy jumped, and tripped over her own feet. Before she could tumble down, Armin wrapped his arms around her hips, stabilizing her.

She pounded on his chest. “You do not scare a drunk girl!”

Armin laughed. “Sorry.” He clearly wasn’t. “So, I saw you with Alex. What did he dare you to do?”

Her eyes widened. “Wait, how do you know that?”

“He’s my brother,” Armin simply stated. “Let’s see…he led you to believe he sucked, which led you to take the bet, but then he won.”

“Exactly!” Candy couldn’t believe it. The nerve Alexy had! “Does he always do that?”

Armin nodded. “Pretty much. Last time it happened, we were playing Mario Kart, and I ended up in my underwear doing the chicken dance.” He gave her a Can-You-Believe-This-Shit look. “So whatever he told you to do, it can’t be worse than that.”

She sighed. “That’s debatable.”

He faked a gasp. “Did he tell you to do the chicken dance… while naked!?”

Candy snorted a laugh, but soon enough her expression went back to one of worry.

“Whatever it is,” Armin said. “I can see that it’s bothering you. So, you won’t be doing it on your own. So, one naked chicken dance coming right up!” He started lifting his shirt up.

She yelped, as she tried to keep him from removing his shirt. “Oh my god, no, don’t!”

Both of them wrestled over it for a bit. Laughing as they brought the shirt down, and then back up again.

It ended when Armin grasped both of Candy’s hand in his. He smirked at her, and that’s when she realized that they were really close. Close enough, that if she leaned in just a little…

She brought her lips to his, meaning to press them for only a second and be done with her dare. But, they felt so soft and warm against her, that she let them touch for a few seconds more.

When she came back to her senses, and was about to pull away, Armin brought his hand to her cheek and deepened the kiss. Her hands now free, she wrapped her arms around his neck, and let her hands wander through the locks of black hair coming out of his beanie. Motivated by her response, Armin held her tighter against him.

Finally, they pulled away, needing some air. Both were breathing hard and clinging to each other. Neither of them talking for a few minutes, before Armin broke the silence. “So…Alexy went all in for that dare, didn’t he?”

Candy was surprised that he had figured it out, but then again…After Alexy and Rosa, he was the one who knew her best. She simply nodded, still shaken from their intense make out session.

“So, I was right. Alexy told you to come kiss me.” He confirmed.

“Well, not you specifically…” she specified.

He grinned. “So you chose me specifically?”

Candy raised an index finger at him. “Don’t tease me.”

“I’m not. I’m just flattered.” He winked at her. “And glad that you picked me. You’re a pretty good kisser.”

Candy couldn’t believe how casual and laid back he was about this whole situation while she was an absolute blushing and stuttering mess. “Thanks. So are you.”

He took a step closer to her. “It’s great that you think so, because, well, if you haven’t forgotten…I promised you that I would do the dare too. And since you’re here and I have to kiss anyone…”

She smiled at that. That was so Armin. That reminded her that she had nothing to be worried about, it was Armin after all. And she could be herself with him. So, as he leaned his head closer to him, she put her hand up stopping him. He froze.

“Actually, he didn’t ask me to kiss just anyone.” She explained, trying not to laugh. “He told me to kiss any guy.

“Oh, did he?” Armin asked, smirking. “I guess I better go find someone else then. Do you know where Castiel is? I’ve always wanted to kiss a redhead.” He looked in the crowd. “Castiel? Castiel?”

Candy couldn’t help the giggle that came out of her. She took his hand in hers, and brought him back to face her. “I think Castiel is busy. You’ll have to stick with me.”

Armin shrugged. “Next best thing, I guess.”

She laughed, and then next thing she knew, they were kissing again. With the awkwardness of the first kiss gone, Armin went all in. And, well, Candy couldn’t say she really minded. They’d now moved so that he was pressing her against a wall. His hands were tugging at the hem of her shirt, while he was gently placing kisses along her neck. It felt so good that she never wanted it to stop.

“Armin,” she moaned.

His mouth trailed on Candy’s jaw, then her cheek, before meeting her lips again. His hands started caressing her back, underneath her shirt, when…

Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap!

They abruptly stopped what they were doing, to see what was making that noise. It was Alexy, clapping, a huge grin on his face.

“You guys!” he screamed. “I can’t believe this! This is way better than anything I had planned. But, you may want to tune this down a little. I don’t want to become an uncle just yet.”

“Seriously Alex?” Armin groaned.

Embarrassed at being caught in this position, Candy untwisted herself from Armin. But, she immediately regretted it, missing his warmth.

“I think I should go.” She said, quickly fixing her shirt.

“No! No! Don’t go!” Alexy whined. “Not when I just got you a boyfriend!”  

She froze.

“Okay, Alexy.” Armin said, pushing him towards the next room. “I think you had too much to drink. Let’s go home.”

And just like that. They were gone. But as they left, something else appeared. A sentiment of rejection grew in her belly. She suddenly felt dirty. Had that kiss meant nothing to him? Was nothing going to change? Before that night, Candy had never realized how much she liked Armin. But now she couldn’t imagine living her life without him. Without his jokes. Without his touch.

As soon as she thought that, Armin walked back into the room. Candy stood up straighter. “You’re back.” she said.

“Wasn’t gonna leave without saying goodbye,” he replied. “But I can’t stay long. Lysander’s going to need my help to put Alexy in the car.”

“Okay. Goodbye, then.” Candy told him, trying to get the awkwardness out of the way as soon as possible.

Armin noticed. “Hey.” He took her hand in his. “I’ll text you later, okay?”

She nodded. “Yeah. Sure.”

He grinned. “Okay. Then, have a good night.” He pressed his lips to her cheek. And held her hand for as long as he could, before having to let go.

Candy watched his back as he left to go join his brother. As soon as he was out of sight, she felt her phone vibrating. She picked it out of her pocket and noticed it was a text from Armin. She opened it.

Armin

Miss u already 😘

A bright smile appeared on her face. He was thinking about her. He was missing her. All she could do was wait, and see what happened. But, for now he missed her, and that was all that mattered.

a hand in the sand [m]

COUNT → 16.076

GENRE → smut

PAIRING → jungkook | reader

WARNINGS → hand kink | pirates | chuck e. cheese | horses

i worked really hard on this all weekend you guys!!!!!! i hope it’s not too bad :-( let me know what you think!!!!!!! love you!!!!!!!!!! this was a special request from my bff @tinkerbeom so if anyone to blame its her fault!!!!!! :-)


Your nails dug into the wall, but lost your balance every few seconds from all the sweat in your palms. Jungkook was behind you, thrusting into you so fast that you couldn’t even ask yourself where you were. All you could think of was the word “dick” as it went through one ear, out the other, then did a little turn around your head and back inside your ear to repeat the process.

“That feel good, baby girl? Come on. Let me hear you.”

“It feels so goo—”

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Bts as things I've said
Namjoon : Dude I think I broke the cat, like it’s not breathing. Oh wait IT’S BREATHING!

Suga : If you wake me before 2pm I’ll make sure you don’t have legs.

Jin : Mom, I’m not just going downstairs for brownies, I’m going down stairs to stuff my face full of the brownies I slaved over for 15 minutes.

Hoseok : I dance like a professional. *Does the chicken dance on point*

Taehyung : Do I look good in these clothes? Don’t answer that of course I do.

Jimin : I’m not short, you’re just taller than be you tree!

Jungkook : I know I’m adorable, you don’t have to tell me.

A/N: Just a quick idea I had and I thought it was pretty funny lol hope you like it!

Warnings: none just a butt load of fluff.

Pairings: Klaus x reader with some other family member friendships thrown in.

Summary: What happens when Klaus gets cursed with a spell that makes him do really embarrassing things any time he sees the reader?

Title: Macarena

It had been a long day… you had gone shopping with Rebekah (for five hours), stopped Kol from doing something stupid (again), watched Hope while Haley went and checked on something with her pack (honestly though, that was the easiest part of your day because Hope is an angel.) And then somehow managed to make time to help Marcel with his new nightwalkers… you had just made it home and all you could think about was your loving boyfriend Klaus and a long lazy night watching your favourite T.V. show.


You walked in the mansion and called out, “Klaus… where are you? I need about two gallons of ice cream, two packs of Barq’s Root Beer and the latest season of Shameless right now or I swear I’m gonna scream.” you trailed off as you walked into his atelier and saw him standing there looking like he was trying to hold in a laugh, “Klaus what’s up with you?” was what you meant to say all that came out was, “Klaus” before he started to do something VERY UnKlaus like…


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riseupandrollout  asked:

Hello! Could I ask for TFA Blitzwing, MTMTE Magnus/Minimus, and MTMTE Megatron trying to dance with an s/o who can't dance? Like they're a really slow learner and have never danced before (and might be a tad nervous haha). Love your blog, it makes me so happy!! <3 Hope you have a great day!

Thank you darling! You have a great day, too~

TFA Blitzwing

  • If it’s a slow dance you’re looking for he’ll try to teach you. He’s a great dancer- his movements are clean and flowing.
  • After awhile of you not getting it he might get impatient, causing Hothead to storm off. Once he cools down he tries again.
  • Random will do all the silly dances with you, like the chicken dance and the hustle. It doesn’t matter to him how bad you are- as long as you’re having fun! Plus he thinks it’s hilarious how silly and awkward you look.

MTMTE

Minimus Ambus

  • Minimus will dance with you in his irreducible form. 
  • At first he’s nervous you’re touching him, holding him, you’re so soft wow so cute. 
  • Once he goes into teacher mode the nerves melt away. He gets carried away and focuses too much on tiny details (no, shoulders back) and you have to remind him that it’s for fun, silly. He blushes and stutters an apology.
  • Even if you don’t pick up the moves, he loves to just hold you and sway to the music. You lay your head on his chest and listen to his sparkbeat. It’s nice.

Megatron

  • He’ll either have to dance with you in his mass-displaced form or using his holomatter avatar.
  • He once had a deep love for the arts- poetry, music, theatre, dancing… It’s still there, buried down deep. When you ask him to dance some of that love resurfaces. 
  • The dances he teaches you are simplified versions of ancient Cybertronian slow-dances. They’re… still pretty complicated. Megatron executes each move perfectly. 
  • He’s so very gentle as he leads you, and gazes into your eyes the whole time. Even when you step on his feet he just lifts you to stand on them and keeps dancing.