What are you doing New Year’s Eve?- Miniminter Imagine
Title: What are you doing New Year’s Eve?
Miniminter x Reader
Warnings: Swearing+ a ton of fluff + you could say slightly suggestive I guess
So I’m pretty new at writing these ,but I’ve been writing random shit for years and I always appreciate feedback. I roughly came up with this idea after listening to a band I like called The Head and The Heart’s cover of the song What are you doing New Year’s Eve? and then I just kind of based this off the lyrics a little bit and this is almost 1800 words it’s super long. So I hope you enjoy but if it sucks tell me ,I hope to write more in the future. ( Also I’m really annoyed the spacing is slightly off on this & if you are too I’m sorry tumblr hates the tab key)
Request from Anon: could you maybe try doing a smut based on somo - or nah? 💖💖❤️
So, I was a little reluctant about writing this because I’m not very good at smut, and there are certain words in this song that make me feel a little uneasy. But after some extreme editing, I kinda wrote it based off the song in my own interpretation. To whoever did request this, I hope you don’t mind, and I’m also really sorry that it took so long and that it might not be what you wanted. So this is pure smut, there is literally a very subtle storyline, and I may have edited the lyrics at little (you’ll notice it). Enjoy x
Do you like the way I flick my tongue, or nah?
Sex with Kol Mikaelson was not exactly a rare occurrence in your life. If anything, it had become a significant part of it.
It wasn’t anything romantic. It was just convenient.
At this exact moment in time, you were in his house. On the edge of his bed. With his head between your legs.
His hands clamped down on your thighs, as you threw your head back. His tongue darted in and out of you, tasting every inch of you that he could. At your cry of pleasure, he quickened his pace, savouring every moment of it.
You felt the knot begin to build in your stomach, and just as you were about to release, Kol withdrew his head.
Words were not exchanged as you glared at him, his eyes dancing with mischief.
“Sorry, love,” he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. He often liked to tease you in this way.
“You’re not sorry.”
“You’re right I’m not. But it’s just more fun this way.”
I’m not the type to call you back tomorrow
But the way you wrap around me is a problem
After a night of pure passion and lust, you left the Mikaelson mansion. Kol lay in his bed, the sheet covering just below the waist.
His hands were behind his head, as he sighed in pleasure.
He knew he wasn’t going to call tomorrow. So did you. But you still niggled away at him.
Just the thought of you did things to him he couldn’t explain. In his millennia of existence, he had never met someone who could do the things you could do.
When he first slept with you, he assumed it would be the same as all the other girls he’d been with. One night and then that’s it. The typical heartbreaker.
He was just as surprised as you when it became an almost daily occurrence.
He needed you.
Took her to the kitchen, Fucked her right there on the table
Kol pounded into you as you gripped onto his shoulders, your legs wrapped around his waist.
You had barely walked through the door when you were pushed against the wall, Kol’s lips attached to your neck, his hands under your skirt and his fingers making figure of eights on your clit.
Your bare ass was planted on the kitchen counter, the marble adding to the already amazing sensations you were feeling.
“Shit, shit, shit.”
It was only when you were with Kol that you realised how much you missed him. His touch. His tongue. His, well, you know.
If his addiction was human blood then yours was his.
You wanted to merge with him. Be his for eternity.
Would you die for a singer vampire or nah? Would you lie to a singer vampire or nah, or nah?
Of course, you knew that things wouldn’t last.
They’d probably end in your death. Well, that’s what you’d heard about the Mikaelsons.
Kol twisted your hair in one hand, while the other made its way down your bare stomach.
“How much do you want this, Y/N?”
He had the ability to turn you into a writhing mess. You wiggled your hips in frustration, whining.
He smirked, his nose trailing up your neck.
“I said, how much do you want this? How much do you want me?”
“So much,” you breathed.
Kol’s hand moved lower, his fingers brushing your core.
“Enough to die for it?”
You stopped. You’d never been asked something like that.
“What are you suggesting, Kol?”
“Would you want to be like me, Y/N? So we can do this”, he inserted one finger into you, “for eternity?”
You considered his offer while trying to ignore the pulsing in your core. The feel of his finger exploring you.
With that, Kol inserted another fingers and you two were the only ones in the entire world.
like many of you i have been LOVING yuri on ice, it is a joy
to the senses as well as the feels, and one of the few consistent bright spots
of the last two weeks.
and so today i was listening to the full version of the op history makers by the wonderful dean fujioka
(that i actually went and bought the full version off itunes, i love it that
much i need it with me always) and, sorry if someone has already talked about
this before, but i have come to the conclusion that the song, though sung as a
solo by dean, is actually a duet between yuri and viktor, and that just makes
me love it even more.
like, let’s take a look at the lyrics. We start off in first
Can you hear my
Tired of feeling never
I close my eyes and
tell myself that my dreams will come true
and that is so clearly yuri at the start of the show. He feels
like a failure, like he’s missed his chance, but in his heart he’s still not
ready to give up on his dreams of being a winning skater.
Then we get the second verse, switching to second person:
there’ll be no more
when you believe in yourself you are
where your destiny lies, dancing on the
you set my heart on
and like, that is viktor, entranced by yuri and his skating
from the youtube video onwards, seduced by him more and more with each
performance as yuri grows as a skater. He believes in yuri and wants yuri to
believe in himself (though he isn’t always the best at understanding how to
help yuri do that :p)
and then we get the chorus, the two of them together, first
don’t stop us now, the
moment of truth
we were born to make
we’ll make it happen,
we’ll turn it around
yes, we were born to
this is them coming together, as skater and coach, as
partners, as lovers. this is them as a united front looking to the future together.
and though the second half of the song is pretty much a
repeat of the first, there is some important changes in yuri’s verse
Can you hear my
I’ve got a feeling it’s never too late
I close my eyes and see myself how my dreams
will come true
and this change is markedly more positive than the first, he’s
not feeling tired and down anymore, he’s inspired to move forward. And he’s no
longer just telling himself ‘my dreams can come true’, he’s able to visualize it.
because he and viktor are together now, viktor has heard yuri’s
heartbeat, and it has set viktor’s on fire.
and that is why thinking this song is a duet somehow makes
it EVEN BETTER IN CONTEXT FOR ME.
and out of context it is still an incredibly beautiful and
positive song about having dreams and faith in yourself along with the will to
move forward, BUT WHEN CONNECTED TO THE SHOW, yeah :)
Mr. Stark said you’d like this (Peter Parker x Reader)
Request: Could you do a (Tom) Peter fic based on the song ‘Tattoed Heart’ by Ariana Grande? I love your blog!
A/N: So I know for some requests you usually put the lyrics in between paragraphs, but I don’t really like doing that and I just used the idea of the song to write an imagine about it. I hope you don’t mind :)
I love the request idea, but for some reason, I hate how this turned out. I hope it is just me and you enjoy it nonetheless. I’m also sorry for how incredibly long it’s taken me to write this -I have had no inspiration.
‘’I’m going to make it up to you’’ Peter had said the week before, just as he swung off the window during a movie date at his house. And now there you were, waiting on your couch for him to pick you up, all dolled up. You heard a knock on the door and got up from the couch, trying not to trip with your heels. You walked to the door, a smile on your face as you opened it and saw Peter in front of you, wearing a suit. ‘’You-you look stunning’’ he said, smiling softly. ‘’I still don’t understand why we have to dress up’’ you told him as you closed the door, chuckling a little. ‘’I’m completely fine with staying home and watching movies.’’ ‘’I promised I would make it up to you’’ he said, putting a hand on your lower back and leading you to the car in front of your house. You opened your eyes at the sight of the expensive car, not knowing where Peter got it from. ‘’Mr. Stark lent it to me. He says he ships us’’ he said, chuckling. You got in and Peter drove silently to a restaurant in the centre of the city. You didn’t really understand what was going on -your dates with Peter tended to be movie dates, a trip to a museum or having dinner at McDonalds. Getting off of the car and walking into the restaurant, you were taken to a table under Peter’s name. You sat, still in silence, and looked at the menu. ‘’Pete, what’s going on?’’ you asked, voice unsure. ‘’I mean, this is nice, but this doesn’t feel like us.’’ He looked at you, eyes open wide. ‘’I-don’t you like this?’’ ‘’I do, but I would prefer to be home cuddling with you, if I’m honest. I don’t really know why you’ve brought me here.’’ He looked at his hands and then back at you, trying to smile. ‘’Mr. Stark-Mr. Stark said you’d like this’’ he started. ‘’I know I have been ditching you a lot lately for superhero stuff, and when I told him he told me to take you somewhere expensive so you wouldn’t break up with me, you know? He said he’d invite us and all.’’ You laughed and put your hand over your mouth, people looking weirdly at you. ‘’Pete, Mr. Stark is a playboy whose girlfriend broke up with him’’ you said when you stopped laughing. ‘’Are you really paying attention to his advice? Besides, I love you for who you are, not for who you try to be. I don’t care about money as long as you love me.’’ ‘’I mean… If you put it that way’’ Peter said before bursting out laughing. When he calmed down, he took your hand and smiled at you. ‘’How about we get out of here and get some pizza and have a Netflix marathon?’’ You nodded and walked with him out of the restaurant, eager to get home and put on your pajamas and cuddle your boyfriend.
“Off the wall had sold almost six million copies in this country, but I wanted to make an album that would be even bigger. Ever since I was a little boy, I had dreamed of creating the biggest-selling record of all time. I remember going swimming as a child and making a wish before I jumped into the pool. Remember, I grew up knowing the industry, understanding goals, and being told what was and was not possible. I wanted to do something special. I’d stretch my arms out, as if I were sending my thoughts right up into space. I’d make my wish, then I’d dive into the water. I’d say to myself, ‘This is my dream, this is my wish’
I remember being in the studio once with Quincy and Rod Temperton while we were working on Thriller. I was playing a pinball machine and one of them asked me, "If this album doesn’t do as well as Off the Wall, will you be disappointed?” I remember feeling upset - hurt that the question was even raised. I told them thriller had to do better than Off the Wall. I admitted that I wanted this album to be the biggest selling album of all time. They started laughing. it was a seemingly unrealistic thing to want…The success of Thriller transformed many of my dreams into reality. It did become the biggest selling album of all time, and that fact appeared on the cover of The Guinness Book of World Records.
Making the Thriller album was very hard work, but it’s true that you only get of something what you put into it. I’m a perfectionist; I’ll work until I drop. And I worked so hard on that album.“
1 - “Those lyrics make no frankincense!”
2 - “My 12 Puns of Christmas are off to a great start. I only need to come up with eleven myrrh!”
3 - “What’s that, Mom? I can holly hear you!”
4 - “Lily, are you stocking me?”
5 - “Look at Dad gettin’ figgy with it!”
6 - “Sorry, Dad, Yule have to ask someone else.”
7 - “I just sleigh myself!”
8 - “Hold it! You are mistletoe-tatlly busted!”
9 - “Well, there’s no time like the present!”
10 - “I’m gonna tell! Just ribbon ya!”
11 - “You two definitely have the Christmas spirit!”
12 - “Well, I guess that about wraps things up!”