senior-dance

“Both of us are widowers. We met last year at a dance for seniors. He treats me so much better than my husband ever did. My husband treated me like a stray dog. He used to beat me. He’d get angry, and yell, and break things. He’d always say that I’d never meet someone else. But this man is different. He always tells me that he loves me. He always wants to be with me. He makes me feel like a princess.”

(São Paulo, Brazil)

❝ I know, but I am your idiot ❞

Plot: Jungkook jokingly makes fun of you and hurts your feels but makes it up to you 

Pairing: Jungkook xReader

Words Count: 2,1k+

Genre: Slightly angst/ Fluff

For Anon, I hope you like it cutie!

 - kyu.

Gif isn’t mine, credits to the owner!

Originally posted by jengkook

‘Jagiya!!!’ A voice called through your apartment.

‘In here!’ You called from the lounge.

Your handsome boyfriend came walking in with a smile on his face, ‘And just where I left you.’

‘Ha-ha-ha, very funny.’ You mock, jumping up from the couch and into his arms.

He happily received you into his warm embrace as he wrapped his strong arms around your built and lifted you into the air. With one fluid movement, he spun the both of you as your legs wrapped around his waist. Coming to a stand still, you both looked into each others eyes before he closed the gap between the both of you. You accepted his soft touch, as your lips moulded together and he inserted his tongue when your lips parted for him. He tasted every inch as if it was his first time.

Air being needed, you pulled away and pecked his nose, ‘How was America?’

‘Oh sweetheart,’ He carried the both of you to the couch and sat down, ‘It was amazing. Like the language was slightly hard but Joon hyung helped us every step of the way. I wish you were with me!’

‘You know I would have come if I could.’ You stroked his face, ‘I missed you a lot.’

‘I miss you too.’ He replied, brushing your short hair out of your eyes before a teasing smile spread on his face, ‘Yah! Why can’t you have long hair like normal girls?!’

‘You know that I don’t like long hair.’ You rolled you eyes.

This hadn’t been the first time Jungkook teased you about your choice in having short hair. You liked the way it looked on you and to be honest, it was less admin compared to long hair. It wasn’t as if your hair was cut in a boy hairstyle, but being Jungkook, he didn’t ever take that into consideration. You loved him very much, but his childish qualities made you want to run into the wall sometimes.

‘And why can’t you wear skirts and dresses like other girls?’ He joked around once again.

‘Because shorts and jeans are more comfortable.’ You rolled your eyes.

He placed a hand on your leg and tugged at the material slightly, ‘More like sweatpants and pyjamas.’

‘Only when I am home!’ You retaliated, anger running high and feeling hurt, ‘Did you comeback from America just to point out what it wrong with me?’

’Well n-no Y/N -’

‘If you hate the idea of how I dress and look, then why are you with me?’ You pushed him away, tears brimming your eyes, ‘I am sorry that my comfort and choice of clothing does not suit your ideal type, Jungkook.’

‘Jagiya, I-’

‘I’m sorry that I am not like those female idols and models. I AM SORRY THAT I AM NOT GOOD ENOUGH FOR YOU!’

With that, you ran towards your bedroom and slammed the door with a swift lock, ‘I was just joking….’

Throwing yourself on the bed, you sobbed into the pillow that still lingered with his scent. Angry and pissed, you threw it towards the chest of drawer located close to the door. The object hit a picture frame that came crashing to the ground, shards of glass decorating around the wooden frame. Clutching your legs to your chest, you cradled yourself as the tears flowed from your eyes. Crying, a knock came from the other side of the door.

‘Go away!’ You shouted, ‘Get out of my apartment right now!’

‘Jagiya, I am sorry.’ He apologised, resting his forehead on the door while his fist still stayed attached to the wood ‘I didn’t mean to upset you. I was just joking.’

‘Well you have a pretty cynical way of joking.’ You sniffed.

‘You are just so cute when you get all upset.’ He tried to lighten the mood.

‘Then I must be fucking adorable right now!’ You seethed, ‘Just get out!’

‘But you tease the ones you love!’ He tried to reason.

‘LEAVE!’

Sighing, he walked away from the door. Message after message, he flooded your phone.

I am sorry baby!

Please let me in? I never meant to hurt you, I would never do that on purpose!

BABY PLWEAAASSEEE! You know I will beg until you let me. You are my one and only, I tease you because I love you. Baby please….

Eventually the messages stopped going through and he figured that you switched your phone off. Every now and then, he would knock on your door and you would scream and shout at him all over again. Jungkook teased you a lot, and you were okay with it. This time just made you feel lower of the low. He had just visited a different country with thousands of beautiful woman and was surrounded by dozens on a daily basis. It felt as if he was comparing you to something you knew you could never become. You were a simple girl studying animation, nothing more and nothing less. Just mundane.

‘Baby?’ He knocked for the fiftieth time as two hours passed before an idea kicked in, ‘The spare key!’ Running to the counter, he opened it up and found the treasure, ‘Bingo!’ Back before your door, he unlocked it with a victory ‘Jagiy….’ He faded out at the sight of you passed out on the bed, ‘Aish, why did you cry yourself to sleep?’

Stroking the side of your face with his index finger, he pulled the sheets back and tucked you in. You snuggled into the sheets and all but smiled when you felt a pillow in your arms. It was the one you threw away. Jungkook pecked your forehead and walked to the shattered frame on the floor. Clicking his fingers, he ran a few errands before coming back to your place an hour later. Slowly you shifted and sat up, rubbing your eyes. Blinking, you noticed a bunch of roses on your chest of draws alongside the picture. But it was in a different frame. Slowly the door opened and Jungkook peeked in.

‘You awake.’ He beamed, pushing the door more and entering with a tray,

‘Did I not ask you to leave?’ You crossed your arms, glaring at him.

‘You did,’ He agreed, placing the tray down, ‘But you know I don’t listen, I am the maknae at the of day.’

‘I don’t want to repeat myself, Jungkook.’ Your voice cold.

‘And neither do I. I made your favourite by the way, but it’s hot so be carful.’ He motioned to the cup of steaming hot chocolate on the bedside table.

‘Jungkook…’ You were about to complain before he placed a finger on your lips and silence you.

‘Enough with the threats, okay?’ He stated, ‘Listen I am sorry for what I said. Sometimes I speak and think you will understand what I mean, but this time I was wrong. So wrong that it caused you pain, and to be honest baby, I hate myself more then anything. The fact that I made you cry made me want to run into moving traffic.’ He held your cheek, brushing your hands over the tear stains, ‘Those tears should never be anything but good happy ones.’

‘But-’

‘Let me finish. Yes you aren’t an idol or model, but I do not care! If I wanted those types, I would be dating them. Y/N, we have known each other since junior high and I have never been the happiest when you agreed to be mine.’

‘I’m so plain and boring.’ You sighed, pulling away from his touch.

‘You say that, but I see a girl who is interesting and different.’ He encouraged, ‘A girl that doesn’t care what anything thinks,’ He leaned in and brushed his lips against your, ‘A girl who makes me proud and happy that she is mine…and only mine.’

You leaned in thinking he was going to kiss you but he quickly scooped you in his arms, flinging you over his shoulder ‘Yah!! Kookie, put me down!’

‘No,’ He looked behind him with a warm smile, ‘I am still apologising.’

‘Still?’ You asked him with a raised brow.

‘So first, we are adorned with a bouquet of beautiful roses,’ He walked by the drawers, ‘The scent that lingers on you everyday and makes me feel like I am floating. Second we are confronted with a picture of you and I. The picture taken on your senior dance and one of my favourite moments I have shared with you so far, and with many more to come. The frame is a sleek black one because of the dress you wore.’

‘You are so cheesy.’ You huffed.

‘Oh baby, you don’t even know the half it.’ He walked out the door.

Your nostrils were ambushed by the scent of sweet smelling fumes and was lightly light with fairy lights. The furniture was rearranged and pillows scattered on the ground. In the middle lay a tray of all your favourite foods and drinks. The TV was on and before it laid a bunch of DVD’s which were all animation. Walking in, you still hung on his shoulder before he got into the centre of the room. Placing you down, he circled his arms around your waist and kissed your neck as he stood behind your body.

‘Before us we see the setting of our first day,’ He reminded, ‘The night we made a blanket fort and watched movies all night with laughs and amazing food.’

‘Kookie…’ You whispered, all anger seeping out.

‘The movies on the floor represent you and I.’ He pointed at them as you removed yourself from his hold and picked up the films, ‘And since you learning to be an animator as well.’

‘Lady and the Tramp?’ You asked with a raised brow.

‘You are my lady, elegant and beautiful while I am the run of the mill tramp.’ He pointed out.

‘You aren’t a tramp.’ You chuckled before picking another, ‘Tangled?’

‘What more then an artistic girl and a goofy man who fall in love through adventure. I want to have many with you Jagiya.’

‘Beauty and the Beast?’

‘A little rough around the edges but I have found my beauty who will turn me into the prince.’

Tears slowly began to well in your eyes as you looked at movie after movie, finally looking at one with a cocked head, ‘Big Hero 6?’

‘You will always be my Baymax, to hold and comfort me through the hard and rough,’ He knelt before you and kissed your forehead, ‘Someone who will never give up on me and always make me feel better.’

‘Jungkook….’ You sniffed.

‘No more tears…please.’ He pressed his forehead against yours, ‘I have caused enough pain for one day.’

‘But this isn’t pain,’ You looked at him, ‘This is tears of happiness, the only tears I am allowed to shed remember?’ He nodded in agreement, ‘But why are you doing this?’

‘What?’

‘Showing me all this love after I wanted you out?’

He chuckled with a hearty laugh, ‘Because you are my Princess and I am nothing but the little frog that will make you happy even if you don’t see it quite yet.’

‘Princess and the Frog reference?’ You asked with a raised brow.

‘I would say its my life motto, but sure, movie reference it is.’ He kissed your nose.

‘Neither,’ You said softly, ‘You aren’t a frog. You are the handsome Jungkook whom is my prince and man I love with every ounce of my heart.’ You admitted, ‘I am sorry for snapping at you…’

‘No I deserved it. I shouldn’t have said what I said, it was wrong of me and I am the one sorry for teasing you.’

‘Well you know what they say, you tease the ones you love.’ You smirked

‘Yah! That isn’t fair, I said that and you wanted to throw me out your house!’

‘That shows how much I love you.’ You smiled, brushing your lips against his and closing the deal with a sweet simple kiss.

It was nothing but a pressing of your lips in his. There was no movement at all, just the two of you frozen and soaking up each others presences and warmth . He had done a lot to make it up to you and proved that he was dearly sorry and loved you will every ounce of his heart. You felt his thumb stroking your cheek as you pulled apart and looked into his eyes deeply.

‘You are such a tease.’ He said softly.

‘Says the pot to the kettle.’ You shrugged your shoulders, standing up with him in tow. He laughed as he shook his head and lifted you in a tight hug, ‘You are such an idiot sometimes.’

‘I know, but I am your idiot Y/N. I love you….’

Soup Bowls || Jeon Jungkook

Originally posted by kookies-for-taehyung

Word Count: 1.3k

Genre: Fluff


Being friends with seven guys was sometimes a hassle. Especially when said seven guys acted like slobs ninety percent of the time and you had to take care of the as if they were children. It didn’t help that you were trying to obtain your degree in college at the same time that all of the guys just decided to have a ginormous mid life crisis together.

College was already hard enough, but having seven children on your hands made it even harder. There was one specifically, out of the seven, who seemed to take it easy on you, and not expect as much. And for that you would be forever grateful to Jeon Jungkook.

You had been friends with the seven of them since you were in high school, meeting them all through Jungkook. When you were in high school, Jungkook was your best friend. The two of you would spend all of your time together and the boys always said that if they needed to find one of you they would just look for the other. Jungkook and you were connected at the hip, and you did everything with each other.

Even at the final end of the school dance, the two of you went together and danced because you didn’t want to go with anybody else. You weren’t sure what happened after that though. It seemed that after that night, Jungkook seemed to hang out with you less and less. During the summer, you spent most of your time with the guys before you had to start college and they had to go back.

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Ten Years (Part 7)

Summary: AU. When a major account is on the line at work, reader is forced to revisit some old connections at her ten year high school reunion for a chance at success. Will she let the past consume her, or will she see the future in her grasp?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Word Count: 3,212 (excluding flashback)

Warnings: language, sarcasm, fluff, mentions of past cheating, drinking, potentially anxious situations

A/N: Tags are closed. Cue the drama. PS - some of your comments on the last chapter had me screeching, I love ‘em!

Part: 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8

Originally posted by brokenmichael

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Suga Daddy: Part Two

Suga Daddy: Part 2

Word count: 6.9k

Genre: smut

Okay, I’m glad that some people liked this because I want to turn this into a series. This is pretty dirty so be warned. Anyway, on to the next part :)

part one


You were over at Taehyung’s, on the couch with him and Jimin watching a movie. Sadly, you weren’t paying too much attention to it because tomorrow you were trying out for a seniors dance showcase. It was a big deal for seniors, it was what they worked for all four years. This would be what they would perform for tons of people and entertainment scouters. Your school was known for helping dancers get jobs after this showcase at the end of the year.

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A very talented dancer from my dance school made this incredible video of our US world qualifiers. Hopefully it’s gives a little Sunday morning inspiration 🌎
Featured dancers:
Emily Wheeler ladies 20-21
Scarlett Preibe girls 13-14
Michaela Cosgrove girls 16-17
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Melanie Mark ladies 20-21
Kimberly Bell senior ladies

Jughead & Reader: Just Like The Movies

Summary: For years you’ve crushed on Jughead Jones but never had the courage to tell him. One night the two of you are at a party and neither of you are having a good time. Jughead decides to take you to the drive-in where the two of you spend the night together.

Requested by: anonymous


Listen to: Greek Tragedy - The Wombats


“Come on! Dance with us!” Veronica said as she tried to pull you off the couch. You wouldn’t budge. 

“No thanks.” You laughed shyly, afraid that if you obliged you would only embarrass yourself in front of all the people at your school. You spent your entire high school career avoiding possible embarrassing situations so you could make it until graduation without people laughing at you. 

Veronica playfully rolled her eyes at you then let you go to sit alone on the couch. The party seemed fun and you thought that there would be a possibility of having a good time, so you decided to join your friends. But as soon as you stepped inside and saw all of the under-age drinking going on and the terrible dancing, you decided you were more comfortable just watching. 

Though you spent a good amount of time laughing at awkward situations you observed, like Dilton Doiley getting rejected by one of the high school seniors, or Moose accidentally spilling his beer all over Kevin, you honestly wanted to go home. 

Parties weren’t really your thing because you hated dancing, hated a lot of the music they played, found no joy in dancing with guys you thought were creepy, and didn’t enjoy drinking. The only reason you stayed was because you were holding out hope that maybe he’d show up. 

Jughead Jones was similar to yourself. He also hated parties and basically anything to do with Riverdale. But a lot of his friends were at the party and you thought that maybe they’d also force him to come. You were hopeful. 

You decided it was getting a little too crowded in the house so you walked out to the backyard. A few groups of people were hanging around, talking and drinking so you weren’t totally alone as you had expected. You looked around the backyard and found a bench near a garden. You sat down and thought of how many excuses you could use to leave, when someone joined you. 

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anonymous asked:

Wow can I just say homecoming sounds fucking wild in Texas, I'm from New York and no one really cares that much, it's cold as shit, no "mums", we have like a king and queen thing but it's like small no one really cares, and just like football and a shit ton of people, also we don't have a homecoming dance, our only dances are junior and senior prom.

Our dance this was actually cancelled because only about 4 people bought tickets. Nearly everybody was going to go but they were going to buy at the door

JULIAROLEPLAYS MASTERLIST: Event Ideas for Roleplays Set in High School

It seems like a number of high school based roleplays I’ve been in have always done dances or house parties, but there are a ton of different kinds of events that you can hold. So, under the cut you will find 40 event ideas for roleplays set in high school. A few of these suggestions would probably work best as a chatzy/neatchat, but I tried to come up with things that could easily be held on the dash for a week or so in order to help accommodate as many people/time zones as possible.

Many of these events could also work for college or town roleplays as well, just adjust them as needed! 

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Who do you belong to?

Josh Dun

Requested: yes (by my one and only sin twin @panicatthetheater)

Warnings: dirty talk, lots of fucking sin, unprotected sex.

AU: I enjoyed writing this so enjoy it kiddos 😏 (I could have made it longer but I thought it would have been overkill and I kind of got stuck but atleast its somethin dudes) ((Also, I dunno why but the paragraphs wouldn’t seem to separate when I transferred it to here so sorry lmao)) Just as you finish getting ready, Josh walks into the room, seeing you in your long light blue dress, strappy nude heals, glowing diamond necklace that he had given you two years ago for your anniversary and your long brown hair down and wavy, a casual and simple look with some extra detailing. “Do we have to go?” You say tiredly, dreading to leave the house. “We’ll be back soon, we wont stay long if you don’t want to.” Josh says putting on his black snapback and walking towards you “you look amazing” he says smiling, admiring your efforts for tonight, looking at you like you’re perfection to him. “It’s going to be loud and I can already feel a headache coming on” you complain while looking down at your feet. “It’s Jennas birthday, we have to go, trust me I don’t feel like it either” Josh sighs putting his hand to your cheek and kissing your forehead. “Come on sugar” he says grabbing your hand and placing it in his, walking out of your bedroom and grabbing your last belongings before getting into the car heading towards the club downtown. Once Josh parks the car he gets out but you remain inside, he smirks and walks around to the passengers seat to open the door for you “come on” he whines grabbing your hand and pulling you out of the car, closing the door and putting his arm around your waist, walking into the club. Once you both enter you’re immediately greeted by Tyler and Jenna, Jenna being a bit tipsy but still sober enough to greet you and thank you for her gift, and Tyler being completely sober, politely greeting you and his best friend. You and Josh both start walking around the club saying hi to his friends, when he starts getting into conversation with them soon after, he begins not paying too much attention to you, so you decide to tell him you’re going to mingle with Jenna and her group of friends. You join Jenna and her friends around the bar and dance floor and begin to get into the spirit of the party, having a drink, talking over the loud music and dancing with the group of girls you have started to become familiar with. “Let’s go get another drink girls” Jenna cheers, as everyone follows her to the bar, everyone starts downing drinks left right and centre, Jenna limits herself and isn’t drinking as much just like you, admittedly getting tipsy at best. You throw a couple glances back at Josh from the dance floor, who has not been moved from his place from the minute you got there, he smiles at you seeing that you have warmed up to the environment and genuinely having a great time. You see Jenna walk towards the entrance and a group of people cheer and say hello to someone, a tall black haired man, fairly average looking but you can’t help to say he looks familiar. Once he gets through the crowds of hellos he walks past them and our eyes lock, he’s definitely familiar. He approaches you and smiles, shaking your hand and introducing himself as ‘Luke’ your high school best friend, it seems as just yesterday Luke and yourself were graduating, but that was 7 years ago and you haven’t seen each-other since. “How are you?” You yell over the loud music “I’m good, long time no see” he smiles looking at you up and down “You’re looking great” “Thanks” you say looking down and stroking your dress out “I’m gonna get a drink, want to come to the bar, you know, to catch up?” He says and you agree, walking over with him to the bar as he gets a drink and you sit next to him. “So how do you know Jenna?” You ask “We’ve been friends for ages, she’s a great girl. How do you know her?” He responds “I’m her good friend too, our partners are in a band together, twenty one pilots, ever heard of them?” You chuckle “Oh, so you do have a boyfriend?” He says slightly disappointed “Josh” you say turning in your seat to point to Josh, giving him a wave as he looks back at you and gives a small wave back, narrowing his eyes to Luke who is next to you. You turn around to face the bar and continue to talk to him. “THE Josh Dun?” He asks with emphasis on “the” You slightly laugh “yes, the Josh Dun” “So how long have you and the very lucky Josh Dun been together?” He asks while taking a sip of his drink “Just over four years” you say “Nice” he says taking another sip of his drink “Can I get you anything? I’ll shout you a drink” “No thanks Luke” you respond, thinking you’ve reached your limit for tonight, not wanting to wake up with a massive hangover tomorrow. “Come on, let’s dance” he says chugging the last bit of his drink and placing it down, getting up from his seat and pulling his black shirt down “Oh, um, no thanks” you hesitantly smile “Come on, let’s go back a couple years, see if you’ve still got it. Last time I saw you dance was senior prom” he says with a smirk, challenging you “Why not” you say smiling and getting up from your stool. Luke leads you to the dance floor where numerous other people are and starts to move his body slowly to the rhythm, he looks at you as if to ask you to join him which you do, you also start to sway your hips to the beat and start warming up to the environment. As you dance through the song with Luke you can’t help but smile, amazingly after not seeing him for years it’s just like no time had gone by and you were both still close. The song ends and you turn around to face Luke, you smile and an idea pops into your head. “Come on” you say grabbing his arm and leading him towards Josh. “Josh, this is Luke, one of my highschool friends” you say introducing your friend “Nice to meet you Josh” Luke says holding his hand out to shake but Josh declines, leaving Luke awkwardly standing there “You too” Josh says with a small fake smile, you can tell something is wrong. “Okay, well-” “I think it’s time we go” Josh says looking at you and then back at Luke “Oh okay, um, nice to see you again Luke, I had a good night” you say politely hugging Luke and you exchange goodbyes. You say goodbye to Jenna and Tyler and then walk outside with Josh. He immediately grabs your wrist and pulls you faster to walk at the pace he is, not looking at you but just straight ahead. “Ow ow, Josh not so f-” “Quiet” he snaps, which takes you by surprise “What? Wh-” you stutter “God, I told you be quiet” he says but a bit louder this time. You choose to remain silent until you reach the car, you climb in the passengers seat and Josh in the drivers. Before he puts the keys in he looks at you and scoffs “Unbelievable” “Josh, what the fuck, why were you so rude!” You snap, not understanding why he is in such a shitty mood “He was trying to get with you, how stupid do I look? I know what you were doing” he says but not looking at you. “Are you serious? He’s one of my friends! How dare y-” once again, you get cut off. “I was watching you, the way you were practically all over him” Josh says, exadurated, which was not the situation at all. “Josh, I didn’t touch him, what the fuck is wrong with you?” This time, you snap, unable to deal with this anymore. “It seemed like you were having a great time with your little friend out there” he scoffs, turning the car on. “Don’t you even think about talking or God help you I will punish you even more” Josh says glancing over at you and that’s when it all clicked. Jealousy. You can’t help but to chuckle at how ridiculous he’s being. “So, how wet did your little friend over there get you huh?” Josh says but your giggly undertone goes away immediately “W-what?” You ask Josh doesn’t respond but just abruptly attacks your dress, violently pulling it up and slipping his fingers in your panties. “Don’t make a fucking noise, once we get home I’m going to fuck you so hard you’ll forget his name” He keeps driving but his hand still remains in your panties, finding it hard to keep quiet your breath shudders, wanting to moan loudly. Once You both pull up at home soon after, he pays no attention to you but gets out the car himself, slamming the door behind him and opens the front door as you follow. Placing your bag down at the table near the door Josh is staring at you up and down, just inches away from you “You’re un fucking believable” he spits You give in to his act, knowing how unbelievably hot it is when he is all worked up. He once again grabs your wrist but with a lot more force and drags you into the bedroom. “Mm, what have I done?” “You were being a little slut back at the club weren’t you?” He says, but doesn’t give you time to respond, he slaps your ass hard and you yelp in response, he pushes you on the bed and climbs on top of you. “Don’t make a fucking noise” Josh says moving his hands to the hem of your dress, ripping it off of you and you kick off your shoes, while he’s at it he pulls his shirt off too. He unclasps your bra and throws it behind him, he takes off his jeans, leaving you both in just underwear. He moves his hands down quickly to your panties and rips them off, slipping his fingers inside of you. “So tight” he whispers in your ear while moving his fingers in and out of you rapidly. You can’t take it anymore so you moan loudly, feeling your orgasm getting closer but he immediately stops, pulling his fingers out and giving you a hard slap to your inner thigh. “I told you not to make a noise you stupid little slut” he growls “Suck” Josh commands, pulling down his boxers, you get onto the floor and start to bopping your head up and down around his erect cock while hearing Josh messily groan. “Faster” he says grabbing your hair and guiding you, pushing you faster and taking him deeper down your throat. “Fucking whore” Josh breathes, pushing you back and slamming you on the bed. “You belong to me” Josh growls, grabbing his cock and slamming into you without notice causing you to take in a huge breath “You never learn do you?” Josh smirks, taking one hand and pinning both of your arms above your head and one around your throat, putting a small amount of pressure but not enough to hurt you. He keeps thrusting faster inside of you and you can feel your orgasm coming “Fuck, come on J, I’m close” you cry out which causes Josh to slow down and you to groan “You’re not going to cum until I say, because you’re acting like a dirty little whore” Josh warns, starting to go painfully slow, while he’s at it he moves his hand from your throat and starts to rub your clit, causing an emance amount of pleasure to built up, you become restless and your orgasm on the edge. “P-please let me cum” you whine, Josh smirks and starts to pick up the pace, soon slamming into you once again making your whole body shake, you moan loudly and cum around him but he continues to slam in and out of you causing an amazing sensation to run through your whole body. You feel Josh’s cock twitch inside of you, he finally releases inside of you but then moves down to your pussy, licking your juices up slowly, toying your clit eating you at an agonisingly slow pace. Once he comes back up he places a long hard kiss on your lips, tasting yourself on his mouth. Your body is still in shock from what happened, mouth hanging open and body twitching underneath him. “Who do you belong to sugar?” “Y-you”“ you shudder quietly “That’s right baby girl and don’t you ever fucking forget it”

NICOLA JUNE 2017 Volume 6 Summer's Overseas: Okamoto Keito x Marius Yo

Hello! I take unusual longer time to translate this. I’m so busy these past few days with my personal life 😂 (but you can see me a lot at twitter lol).

Here we go. Please credit back to me if you want to repost this. And please correct me if u found any mistake. Thank you!

Barbecue and camping is a routine when summer’s come!

Okamoto :In Japan there are sea bathing, summer festival, fireworks festival and special events that only have in summer but in England, there are no such cultures. The summer’s temperature there is around 17, 18 degree and not too hot, i don’t have to cool myself.

Marius :There were no festivals and fireworks display in Germany either. Speaking of summer’s tradition, we usually having barbecue with family. The freshly baked steak and sausages was delicious! And then we went picnic at the woods or mountain. We have a passion for outdoor trips.

Okamoto: I also often went for camping. For schools abroad, the school term change just before the beginning of September, so it was fun to have no summer vacation’s homework.

Marius :Un, my teacher told me “let’s read a book until September” but we don’t need to do books report either.

Okamoto :We don’t need to join club activities at all. But there are kids that aiming to become professional athletes join the sports club. For me, holiday means to rest as much as I can!

Marius: I like Japan’s summer. Last year I made a yukata and joined the summer festivals with my siblings.

Okamoto: It’s great that we have interesting events during summer in Japan.

Hey Say Jump and Sexy Zone socialised story revealed!

Okamoto: before this interview you said “Please be nice to me” when you contacted me. Marius is really a good person.

Marius : No, no it’s not like that. Keito always taking care of me. For me, Hey Say JUMP is the 1st senior I dance at the back.

Okamoto: During our live when we sing “Arigatou Sekai Doko ni Ittemo” you shout “danke schoen”.

Marius: Oh yes. They make me come out during introduction corner for Jr comes from abroad.

Okamoto :I’m quite often socialised with Sexy Zone. There’s one day where Shori suddenly called me “Keito! It’s Shori. Can I come to you house today?”. We eat and he spend a night at my house and the next morning I send him to the work place.

Marius: You are so kind!!

Okamoto :before this, when I went for a meal with Kento, “Give me rosehip tea” i’m so surprised that he would order such stylish drinks. (laugh)

Marius: That’s so Kento. From our usual gentleman. I’m a boy, I can’t win him

Okamoto gentle advice for Marius when talk about his worries

Okamoto :Marius, when did you move from Germany to Japan?

Marius: On the same year when we debuted, in 2011. I was 11 years old that time, first of all it’s a little bit though as I couldn’t speak Japanese…

Okamoto : Being too quick to debut, you can’t really remember things on the first one or two years. Because I’m as well debuted as soon as i joined.

Marius : I can’t remember. I have been raised in Germany for 11 years, I have no idea what to do, I want a Japanese rule book (cry). I’m already 17 years old, I don’t want to others think I am lack of self reliance so I have to straighten up myself.

Okamoto: No, you are self-sufficient. Don’t worry. The day will come when you can adapt more with Japanese way of thinking and culture.

Marius: Being in German for quite long time the lifestyle and way of thinking was ingrained in me so when I tried to talk I have a feeling that i couldn’t convey it to everyone….what should I do?

Okamoto: For example, it’s fine if the way you thinking is different from the other member. As a group I think it’s good if each individu has their own way of thinking…so good luck!

Okamoto was impressed with Marius great value of knowledge!

Okamoto: The first day of new school terms, it pass quickly but there are some people who can’t make friends yet. When I’m in England, I was playing basketball alone until I could make any friends.

Marius: I am the type of who get along easily. But I can understand the feeling of worrying on how to get along with the classmates.

Okamoto: Marius is an active high school student.

Marius: 5 points in life that I keep in my memo’s mobile phone are, “be polite”, “to be grateful”, “to fulfill responsibility”, “to have knowledge” and “to speak the truth”. If I keep this Japan’s understanding, I can make friends more naturally.

Okamoto: That’s awesome. You have Japanese spirit more than a Japanese itself (laugh). I am not good at making friends so I can’t give an advice. Even though our group has 2 to 3 dressing rooms prepared for us, usually everyone will gather in one room, everyone will like “what are u doing yesterday?” and we are getting excited with our silly talks. It’s perfect that while we spend our times together we can become friends.

TRIVIA!
Marius Yo:

🌹Favourite fragrance: Rose. Using rose scents regularly for air humidifier and bath salts.
🌹Favourite stall food: Atsuatsu baby castella

Okamoto Keito:
🎸Favourite fragrance: recently like jasmine. The perfume smells refreshing.
🎸Favourite stall food: katanuki okashi.

Senior | {Brett Talbot Imagine}

Senior | Brett Talbot x Reader

Warnings: Underage drinking (?)

A/N: In this imagine Brett goes to BHHS and is a Senior along with Scott and the pack, You are a Junior along with Liam.

Sry for this being on the short side.

I love Brett and Theo lately so expect lots of imagines featuring them.

Song Suggestion:

You Make Me Feel by Cobra Starship

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You and Brett have always been together,

Even though he is a year older than you you have been best friends since you two were toddlers.

You shared your deepest darkest secrets with each other, including one supernatural one.

But there was one little dark secret you swore yourself to never tell;

You had feelings for Brett.

You and Brett had a special relationship,

It consisted of flirting, teasing, insults, extreme sarcasm and sexual tension.

You were there for each other in your darkest times just to be with each other on your brightest.

Along with all of this, Brett was incredibly protective of you; wether it was boys or overall safety Brett was always there for you even when you didn’t exactly want him there.

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The bright lights were flashing before your eyes,

The smell of reeking alcohol and sweat,

The loud music pounding in your ears,

It almost didn’t feel real.

Lydia decided to take you and Malia with her to a party she was invited, A Senior party.

Y/O:

You were dancing with a drink in your hand, you weren’t such of a big drinker and you still weren’t at this party although you did have a drink or two.

You were jumping and swaying to the beat of the music,

Your hair waving from side to side.

Occasionally some senior would come up to you and dance with you, You noticed some checking you out every once in a while.

You feel your phone vibrating in your purse and take it out to check.

Brett: Hey ;)

You smiled at your phone before going to the side to answer him.

Y/N: Hey, wyd?

Brett: Friends, u?

Y/N: Party with Lydia and Malia.

Brett: Drinks?

Y/N: Yeah y?

Brett: I’m coming wait there.

Y/N: what y?

Y/N: Brett?

Y/N: ??

You groaned at your phone and turned it off placing it back in your purse.

You decide to go back to dancing and after a couple minutes some senior comes up to you,

He was quite good looking and much taller than you.

You two start dancing and he starts getting closer to you placing a hand on your hip.

You notice this but don’t do anything,

It didn’t bother you so why not.

Suddenly you feel a strong hand on your shoulder,

The other senior walks away and you turn to find Brett standing in front of you.

You hug him wrapping your arms around his neck as you barely reached him, even on three inch heels.

He holds your hand and leads you outside towards his car.

“What are you doing?” You asked.

“Taking you home.”

“I don’t need a babysitter Brett.”

“And I’m not here to be one but I know what could happen to you at this party.”

“I’m fine Brett.”

“I know you are and I don’t want that to change so get in the car.”

“No, I’m having fun and you can’t tell me what do.”

“Look, That guy you were dancing with, I know him and I know what he was planning to do with you and besides that I’m not so happy with the fact that your drinking.“

“I only had like two drinks.”

“I don’t care, come on.”

“Fine.” You crossed your arms on your chest and got in the passenger seat.

The ride was silent,

You occasionally caught Brett glancing at you with the slightest smirk on his lips.

He parked the car in front of your drive way and you got out the car and closed the door behind you not saying a word to Brett.

He got out the car and started walking after you.

“Y/N.” He shouted towards you causing you to stop and turn his way.

“What? You wanna follow me to my bedroom as well?” You sassed with your arms crossed on your chest.

“As much as I would love that I actually need to talk to you.”

You rolled your eyes as he started walking to you closing the distance between you.

He held your hand in his and looked into your eyes,

You looked into his crystal green eyes and kept your face neutral,

Your heart was starting to race and the butterflies in your stomach started to get wild.

“Look, I don’t really know how to say this but I really like you Y/N, Hell I love you and I was hoping you do too.”

You took a second to understand what was happening, You couldn’t believe that Brett just said that he liked you, No; He loved you.

You looked at him in adoring eyes,

You felt as if your heart was about to burst out of your chest.

Before thinking twice you bring your hands up to the back of his neck pulling him into a kiss full of love and lust.

He was a little shocked at first but quickly kissed you back bringing his hands down to your waist pulling your body closer to his.

Your soft lips mash against his as you tilt your head slightly to deepen the kiss.

Your lips part as he rests his forehead on yours,

Your eyes still closed as you two try to regain your breath.

“I don’t care that you’re a senior Brett, I love you; I always did.” You say between breathes.

You felt a smile grow on his face.

“I have an idea” You said enthusiastically.

Brett raised his brow and looked at you slightly confused.

“How about you drive the both of us back to the party-“ You were stopped by Bretts lips pressing against yours again.

“Nice try, Not working.” He winked at you.

“You can really act like an asshole sometimes.” You sassed.

“Thanks, I love you too babe.” He said giving you another peck as you giggled into the kiss.

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XOXO ♡

Why My Minis Are Amazing

           Over the past few years the standards for young dancers have been increasing. Today it seems like there are so many amazing mini dancers on the competition scene. Minis who can do 10 pirouettes, minis who can lift their leg up to their ear, minis who can do leg hold turns, scorpion turns, and leap 5 feet off the ground. It feels like it’s not uncommon to see 7 to 9 year olds preforming a routine with the maturity and quality you’d expect from a senior. There are so many little kids out there that are amazing. But here’s the thing:

You don’t need to be amazing when you’re eight years old.

 

If you are, that’s great. But the reality is, the vast majority of minis dance because it’s fun. It’s extremely important for me to keep my classes fun and entertaining for my younger dancers. As a teacher it’s so easy to get caught up in this craze of pushing your dancers to dance beyond their years. You go on YouTube and search “mini solo” and you find videos of little kids dancing like they’re adults. And it’s so easy to start expecting that of your students, and it’s so easy for your students to start expecting that of themselves, when it’s the image of mini dancers you’re surrounded with. My minis have technique. My minis have technique, quality of movement, and repertoire that is appropriate for their age. My 7 to 9 year olds don’t dance like seniors, but they don’t need to, because they’re 7 to 9 year olds.

           Over-training is very much something that exists. I could push my minis to train 10+ hours a week, to develop new skills rapidly, and to gain immense flexibility. However, I choose to make the most of the 1 hour a week I have with my minis, out of the 4.5 hours they train. I choose to train safely, spend at least half the class on technique, but still incorporate elements of play. Because the reality is, those amazing minis you see on YouTube train at least 10 hours a week, most train more. Even if this is safe training, I truly believe that 9 times out of 10, it will lead to burnout. Young dancers who train that many hours will become exhausted, they will be more susceptible to injury, and they will be taught discipline that is beyond their years. The 7 to 9 year olds you see doing the amazing solos on YouTube are also the 7 to 9 years olds you see taking classes with their knees taped and their ankles bandaged. Minis don’t need sport induced injuries. Minis need to train safely and reasonably.

           That’s not to say there aren’t minis out there that are self-motivated, and choose to train extensively in such a manner. That’s not to say there aren’t minis that are willing to give up so much to perform amazing solos. But those kids are few and far between. My minis don’t do crazy tricks, countless turns, show off immense flexibility, or dance like seniors, but I still think they’re amazing. I think my minis are amazing because they dance like minis. They dance like minis, yet every class they still show me that they are attentive, passionate, and happy. They’ll dance like seniors when they’re seniors. But for now? They’ll come to class and have fun.

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The Difference Between Tayuu/Oiran (Historical Edo era High-Class Courtesans) and Geisha (Historic and Modern Performing Artists/Entertainers):

Here, I will explain the aesthetic and cultural differences of the Geisha and the Tayuu/Oiran courtesan. Geisha work as entertainers in the modern world. Prostitution was made illegal in Japan in 1959, though Tayuu (known today, and ever since the decline of the Tayuu line in the 1700s, as Oiran) entertain today sans-sexual favors. 

**Please note: though historically, Oiran were working within the sex industry, neither modern Oiran nor Geisha have anything to do with said industry 

Geisha:

  • Make-up: While the white face and red lips are a feature of both courtesan and Geisha, their overall look is different. Oshiroi/Shironuri white powder is used, just like actors do in Kabuki theatre.
  • Dance and Music: Dance is one of the most important things a Geisha trains for. Her rigorous schedule is based around not only clients, parties and performances, but around her strict and traditional dance classes. Many Geisha attend dance classes until they are elderly and continue to perfect their skills, if they hadn’t retired! The shamisen, hand drum or flute are also some of the things Geisha learn, and Jikata Geisha (special Geisha who are trained in music and singing) provide music for a Geisha’s performance at parties (called Ozashiki)
  • Kimono and Obi Belt: The kimono worn by Geisha are very specific and are worn based on many factors, which include the status of the geisha (apprentice geisha (Maiko) have very different kimono from the older, professional geisha (Geiko) in that Maiko are by default more “child-like” and elaborate, with many bright colors and ornaments, while a Geiko wear more even-tones that are simpler but more womanly and elegant.) or are colored and designed by season and occasion. A Geisha’s kimono has about 5 layers of undergarments, tied to the Geisha to create the outer shape of the silk kimono. The obi belt is many meters long and is tied in the back, and takes the strength of another person just to tie it! Maiko wear their obi belts trailing behind them to accentuate their cuter, “youthful” appearance as it makes them appear smaller, while Geiko wear their obi belts tied into a tight, neat box. These kimono are tied together to allow a Geisha to dance and perform and are made to pair elegantly with each dance performance. If the belt were tied loosely in the front, as a courtesan Tayuu/Oiran’s is, then the geisha would be more limited in their dance and it would mask their subtle, minute movements. It is all a true work of art, and each kimono is unique to the Geisha (excepting the kimono used for some dance performances or ceremonies).
  • Hair Ornaments and Footwear: A Maiko wears many finely detailed hair ornaments–many are made of intricate silk designs. Each ornament is hand-crafted by Kyoto artisans and are very valuable; not only in terms of expense, but to the Maiko herself. Ornaments change with seasons, ceremony and rank-changing. A Geiko wears simpler ornaments like tortoise shell style combs and sometimes jade pins, though the ornaments are not limited to those designs. New Maiko wear six-inch high clogs called Okobo, though more experienced Maiko and professional Geiko can wear glossy leather Zori or Geta sandals, depending on the weather/preference.
  • Hair of Maiko and Geiko: The Maiko wear about six different hairstyles, made up of their own hair, within their time as an apprentice (these are–
  1. Wareshinobu–her first hairstyle
  2. Mishidashi–hairstyle for the ceremony of her debut
  3. Ofuku–”Coming of Age” hairstyle; becoming a more senior Maiko
  4. Shimada–used for dance recitals (and it used to be a traditional hairstyle for married women!)
  5. Katsuyama–Used for the annual Cherry Blossom Dances (Miyako Odori) in the month of April
  6. Sakkou–The hairstyle worn by a Maiko for her final two months before debuting as a professional Geiko/Geisha!

Geiko wear their natural hair underneath a wig, in a style referred to as Shimada

  • Geisha as Entertainers: Geisha are trained from their beginnings in the arts of Dance, Music, Tea Ceremony, and are well educated in the cultural arts. They are expert conversationalists; flattery and sake-pouring, along with lively and educated conversation are what Geisha bring to Ozashiki (the parties/events within the Ochaya teahouses). Contrary (extremely) to popular belief, Geisha are not and were never a part of prostitution or the sex industry. Ozashiki are a place for customers–who are not only men, but women or families, wealthy tourists, famous folk or groups of businessmen–to unwind and experience the traditional arts that Geisha have kept alive.


Tayuu/Oiran Courtesans:

  • Make-Up: The Oshiroi/Shironuri white make-up paired with red lips is used much like a Geisha’s. Red accents to eyes, eyebrows and cheeks are also used by both women.
  • Entertainment and Music: There are only about 5 active Oiran entertainers in the “flower town” district of the Kyoto Hanamachi. These women are trained in the traditional arts just as Geisha are–historically, Oiran were high-class Tayuu and were trained in music, flower-arrangment, calligraphy and social arts, but with the added aspect of sexual favors. These women were elite and had the power to personally reject a client. Today, Oiran, though few, exist as historic actresses and as entertainers very much like a Geisha. These women both keep Japan’s history alive.
  • Hairstyle and Hair Ornaments: The hairstyle of an Oiran courtesan is called Datehyougo–as you can see it is an extremely elaborate hairstyle much different than the styles Geiko and Maiko wear. This difference is important, as the Datehyougo hairstyle has perhaps little or even nothing to do with Geisha or their culture. The ornamentals of an Oiran’s hair are a plethora of combs and picks, arranged by rank/status of the courtesan. 
  • Kimono and Obi Belt: Much confusion surrounds the tying of the obi belt between Geisha and courtesans. It’s simple, really: Oiran had their intricately designed obi tied elegantly, though loosely, in the front of their kimono. This was so that clients receiving favor from the courtesan could undo the kimono. Geisha on the other hand, keep their kimono on, tie their obi in styles on the back and are cinched up tight around the Geisha to hold everything together. Their kimono have many more layers than the Geisha–all in an Edo-period fashion. The overall style promotes a more “loose” looking aesthetic, which was very erotic in it’s time. 
  • Footwear: While Okobo and some Geta can be very tall, the footwear of an Oiran can come in the form of 15 cm high, black lacquered Geta. During the Oiran Dochu (Oiran walking parade), an Oiran can be seen walking with her many attendants, swinging her tall Geta out to the side smoothly with each step. It is very beautiful to see!
  • “Attendants”: A big difference between the Oiran and the Geisha is that while Geisha have “younger sisters” whom they take under their wing as apprentices, Oiran have what are called child attendants. These children traditionally were apprentices who would attend to and shadow the courtesan, and who would later be initiated as courtesans as well. 

Thank you so much for reading! Hope you learned something! :)

- @crylie

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