where tonight can go

anonymous asked:

Hi buddy, what do you think is the girls' favorite social media to share stuff on? Who is the Twitter oversharer? The instagram filter lover, and the Facebook troll(if any) among them, do you think?

BUD THIS QUESTION IS MY JAM BECAUSE TWO THINGS I AM AN EXPERTISE IN: K-ON AND BEING A MILLENNIAL

But seriously I love this questions oh my goodness.

Yui is and avid Snapchatter

Yui has the attention span of a pea, so snapchat is perfect for her because she only needs to pay attention to things for a maximum 10 seconds. And beyond the consuming social media aspect, Yui’s life is one big ol snapchat, since the girl gets distracted super quickly. So over the course of the day, you’ll see the dog she passes on the way to class, a snap of Ritsu sleeping in class, closeups of Azusa shoving the phone away from her face, her lunch, JUST SO MUCH. 

Yui loves snapchat, because she loves that she can constantly share what is of the utmost importance of that particular moment for all her friends to see. And there’s little to no reading, just pictures. Like, Twitter is fast, but Yui doesn’t want to read that much. Snapchat just involves her putting pictures and a story together, which is perf

AND FILTERS. Yui also loves the filters, particularly putting filters on her friends (Mugi also loves doing snapfilters with Yui) (they always put the cat one on Azusa)

Mio’s a wannabe hipster and has made her lowkey photography profile on her Instagram

At first her nerd butt was putting her stuff on Tumblr like the rest of of plebs, where she would also put her lyrics/writings paired with her pics. And then Ritsu found her blog (bc Mio left her comp open) and after some (a lot of) teasing about her sappy pics and captions, the supportive part of Ritsu (bc she’s not a complete dick) was like “Mio just put em on instagram and not on dead social media you pleb” ((bc apparently unless you’re in fandom, most people think tumblr is dead, ty marketing class reserch))

So Mio stuck her photos on Insta. At first she slapped the terrible filters on them, but then again, Ritsu is like “don’ do that” and shows her what the ~cool~ instagrammers do

And Mio’s account ends up being pretty popular. Not millions, but around 700+, not including people she knows. 

Ritsu is a Viner. At first I was like “reddit??” because shitposting, but I just oculdn’t see Ritsu taking ample times out of her day to sit down on the computer and shitpost.

Vine is easy for her. Ritsu is constantly moving, talking, being a nuisence. And now she can capture it all in 7 second videos??? and show the world what a Top Class Friend she is??? amazing. Her and Yui have definitely gotten over 1mil plays on a few of her vines (mostly them torturing Mio, or Azusa. Mugi is the featured accomplice to many vines)

she also does some sic 7 sec drum beat or beatboxing (have i ever said that??? bc i hardcore headcanon ritsu as having mad beatboxing skill)

rip vine…………………..

Mugi is moves from platform to platform, and mostly enjoys just looking at what her friends are posting. And then like, enthusiasically likes or comments supportinve loving things on them because mugi is literally The Best

but I’m at a toss up of she like Pinterest to see new food and thing creations and pictures (honestly, i really dont know pinterst). I dunno, I really don’t see Mugi as a huge social media addict. Like, canon, she texts her friends really cute texts with lots of emojis on things they’re thinking about (like in the movie with making Azusa’s song) so I really see her more as user rather than creator??

but her instagram is filled with candid friend shots (mugi is the best at getting candid group photos FI GHT ME ON THIS THEY ALL GIVE HER THEIR PHONES WHEN THEY WANT CANDID GROUP PICS)

o wait actually, WAIT WAIT FORGET PINTEREST. Mugi uses Twitter that none of the others know about where she puts short thigns that make her happy. Like when her friends are acting gay. or those nights she feels particularly alone and doesnt want to burden the girls, so she posts on her twitter YEAH YEHA, MUGI USES TWITTER

okay wait how funny would that be if Azusa was like a Yelper because i think that so hilarious and in character

THINK THINK THINK AOBU IT. Azusa hardcore planned out the girls’ London trip to a TEE. you don’t think for one second she went to a place that ONLY HAD THREE AND A HALF STARS??? AND ONLY 56 REVIEWS??? NO SHE HAS STANDARDS. 4.5 STARS AND MINIMUM 200 REVIEWS

and then andTHEN SHE REVIEWS. OH YOU KNOW SHE HARCORE REVIEWS. Azusa had no trouble telling the seniors, barely a WEEK after she met them, to stop being lazy– SHE HAS NO PROBLEM CRITIQUING A BUSINESS SHE WENT TO ON ALL IT’S FLAWS (and goods)

im like actually giggling at Azusa being a yelping OH MY GODDDDDDD

Arrangement (Zuko X Chubby!Reader)

Fandom: Avatar: The Last Airbender
Pairing: Zuko X Chubby!Reader
Word Count: 1,250

“I’m getting what?” You asked, staring at your father in disbelief.

“You’re getting married as soon as Prince Zuko arrives at the North Pole.” He answered, and you continued to look at him in shock.

“Why am I just now hearing about this?”

Your father shrugged. “It hasn’t come up before now.”

You opened your mouth to protest before deciding that it was pointless. Your people needed the alliance with the Fire Nation, so you sucked up your pride and nodded at your father. He smiled at you, clapping a hand to your shoulder in thanks before exiting your room.

You sank down onto your bed of furs with a sigh. Getting married to a firebender, that would certainly be fun.

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“I can’t believe my father’s just giving me away like this.” Zuko grumbled, crossing his arms as he leaned on the rail of the ship, his eyes looking for any sign of the island of ice that held his future bride.

“He is doing what he believes is best.” Iroh said wisely, and Zuko rolled his eyes.

“I think he just wants to get rid of me for a while.”

Uncle Iroh snorted into his tea. “It could be that as well. Maybe if you smiled more often he’d be happier keeping you around.”

Zuko gave him a sad attempt at a smile, barely even quirking the corners of his lips up, and Iroh shook his head. “Hopeless.”
 
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“You look lovely, Princess __y/n__.” One of your maids, a pretty, younger girl by the name of Nilak, complimented, and you smiled warmly at her.

“Thank you, Nilak. You are far too kind to me.”

She shook her head, her dark braids flopping against her chest. “You deserve all the kindness in the world, princess. I know you’re not very enthused about this wedding, and you have every right to not be, but you make a beautiful bride.”

You glanced at yourself in the mirror. Your robes were a light lavender-blue color, with white fur trim on the sleeves and the skirt. You had a dark blue belt cinching your waist and accentuating your curves nicely. You were bigger than some of the other girls in your tribe, and while you knew it was good, being on the heavier side was a sign of wealth and luxury, sometimes you couldn’t help but wish that you were slimmer and leaner.

Regardless, the size of your body didn’t matter at this moment in time, as Prince Zuko would be forced to marry you whether he thought you were attractive or not.

You snapped back into the moment at hand. “If it will keep the peace between my people and the Fire Nation, I’d do whatever it takes.” You smoothed out your robes before bringing your gaze back to Nilak. “Thank you, Nilak. It does mean a lot to me.”

She threw her arms around you before you could protest, and you smiled softly at her, returning the hug before pulling away. Most wouldn’t consider it princess-like to hug your servants, but you were friends with almost all of your maids and quite frankly, you didn’t care what other people thought.

“How do you think I should wear my hair?” You asked, gazing at your __h/c__ hair in the mirror. You may not have been eager about the wedding, but you did want to make a good impression on your husband-to-be.

Nilak guided you to your bed and made you sit down. She grabbed a whalebone comb and started to brush your hair, murmuring, “I know exactly what to do”, in a voice that left no room for protest. You smiled and let her do as she pleased, your mind wandering to your future husband.

What would he be like?

Would he be kind? Smart? Funny? Sweet?

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Turns out, he was nothing like you expected. Prince Zuko was…stoic, to say the least.

The moment you started walking down the aisle, your heart sank. He was attractive, you couldn’t deny that, but he was practically scowling and he looked like he wanted to be anywhere but the wedding.

You hurried through your vows, and when you were officially married, you sealed the deal by rubbing your nose against his. You thought that you saw a brief flicker of amusement or fondness in his eyes, but before you could dwell on it, he pulled away and started walking back down the aisle with you.

The Southern Water Tribe didn’t have receptions, but they did throw feasts in honor of the bride and groom. The feast for you and Prince Zuko was humongous. Your father and your people had really outdone themselves. The table was loaded with fish, squid, seaweed noodles, whale, five-flavor soup, arctic hen, and a dozen other dishes that would take too long to list.

You took a seat next to Zuko, chuckling to yourself as he looked at the table in confusion. He definitely didn’t appear to be used to Water Tribe cuisine, so you took pity on him and loaded up a plate of food that you thought he would like.

“I know it can be a little intimidating at first, but it’s not as bad as it looks, I promise.” You said gently, handing him a plate that contained seaweed noodles, arctic hen, and sea prunes. “I tried to pick some of the less…flavorful options.”

Zuk-, your husband, you corrected mentally, flashed you a tiny, grateful smile. “Thank you.”

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“How do you want to do this?” You asked curiously, stepping into the room wearing a pair of furry pants and a long sleeved shirt with fur lining instead of your wedding robes.

Zuko looked up at you, clearly startled. “Do what?”

You raised an eyebrow. “Sleep?”

Your husband visibly relaxed, and you laughed softly.

“My parents and your father probably expect us to do,” You waggled your hands. “Things, but I would never do that before I got to know someone, so tonight is about figuring out where you’re going to sleep. I can sleep on the floor, or you can share the bed with me.”

“I’ll, uh, share with you, if you’re okay with that?” Zuko said awkwardly, and you nodded.

“That’s fine with me.” You answered, carefully climbing into your bed and your furs before gesturing for him to do the same. He did as you asked, and you divvied the furs between the two of you, curling your body around your pillow.

“Good night, Zuko.” You murmured, not comfortable yet calling him your husband out loud.

“You too, __y/n__.” Zuko mumbled back.

It wasn’t long before you fell asleep, your breath evening out and your heartbeat slowing.

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Zuko, meanwhile, was trying not to freeze. His clothes were not nearly as warm as yours, and his body was not used to the intense cold of the South Pole, so he was shivering and unable to sleep.

Cautiously, very, very, cautiously, Zuko inched closer to you and wound an arm around your waist, pulling your body closer to his. He froze in place when you turned over, snuggling closer to his body and nuzzling your face into his chest. He relaxed as your body started to warm his, and Zuko almost accidentally burned you when you spoke.

“If you wanted to cuddle, you could’ve just asked.”

Zuko chuckled in response and pressed a light kiss to your forehead.

Maybe since the arranged marriage was to you, it wouldn’t be so bad after all.

End.  <3

According to Plan

3. “I wanted to surprise you for our anniversary, but everything that could’ve went wrong, went wrong.”

Baekhyun licks his dry lips as he nervously double-checks all the preparations.

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Best Friends

Jack Maynard x Reader

Request: I have no idea for plot, but you should write something with Jack Maynard💛

Warnings: fluff? 

Thank you for requesting Jack because honestly he is life. I couldn’t stop myself from smiling as I watched his mouthguard challenge video today

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Tonight was the night, Jack was going to tell his best friend that he has feelings for her. He had called her yesterday to make sure she wasn’t busy so he could take her out to a nice dinner to celebrate. He hadn’t told her what for and she didn’t ask. Jack always liked to celebrate the smallest of things, like when the sun came out in winter or when he finished the book Y/n forced him to read. He only took Y/n out to celebrate, she, like him, understood why the small things in life mattered and was happy to join him. All of his other friends thought he was ridiculous for celebrating those minuscule events, but not Y/n. They typically dress in their best outfits and go out to fast food restaurants, ordering fries and milkshakes until they feel sick or sharing their plates because she could never decide what to order. They didn’t celebrate every week, so when they did go out, it was special to them both. He was too nervous to come up with an excuse and he knew he wouldn’t be able to tell her the lie.

Jack had begun to develop feelings for Y/n last year when he met her. He had no idea that they would become fast friends. At that time Y/n was dating a guy who treated her terribly. Jack knew it wasn’t his place to tell her how to live her life, having just met her, but he designated himself to being her hero, whenever she needed it. Y/n didn’t like to tell her personal life to others but it was so easy with Jack. She knew she could trust him within the first few weeks of them being friends. When she broke up with her boyfriend just a month later, Jack was there. He was able to make her laugh and realize that she deserved more than what her ex offered her. He didn’t want to tell her then about his feelings, recognizing that she was still moving on.

His feelings deepened once he helped her move out of her flat and into one that was coincidentally closer to his. After they had brought everything inside, they were too exhausted to unpack anything and instead ordered Chinese food. They used some moving boxes as a table and sat on the floor across from each other, laughing at childhood stories and sharing their dreams. Y/n worried that it was too late for Jack to go home and so he didn’t object when she asked him to stay the night. Y/n’s mattress laid on the floor while she quickly found sheets to make it into a bed. They laid on their sides and continued to talk about their quirky beliefs and hidden talents. Y/n was drifting off to sleep and Jack couldn’t help the smile that came to his face. He knew then that he was in too deep and craved her affection. He woke up multiple times that night to notice that Y/n had cuddled up to him, he couldn’t stop his heartbeat from racing as she mumbled his name in her sleep.

Y/n was thrilled when she received the call from Jack. She had a long week at work and needed to relax with her best friend. She ran out from the office that day to make it home in time to change before Jack came to get her. She wondered where they would go tonight, maybe the diner they constantly occupied or the pretzel stand on the corner.

After locking her front door she slipped her shoes off, unbuttoning her blouse as she jogged to her room. She already had an outfit set out since Jack called yesterday and she hurriedly pulled the dress over her head, letting is slip down her figure. She turned to look at herself in the mirror beside the bedroom door, smoothing out the dress and buttoning it closed behind her neck before slipping a different pair of heels on. She pulled her hair down from its loose clip and fluffed it around, making it seem fuller. Y/n just finished applying her red lipstick when a knock sounds from her door.

She opens the door brightly to see a smart looking Jack standing across from her, carrying a bouquet beautiful red roses. He’s never gotten her a bouquet of roses before, usually tulips or sunflowers. Her eyes widened at the sight, along with her smile, Jack’s stomach erupted in butterflies.

“Come on in!” she ushered him inside as he handed her the flowers, “they’re beautiful, thank you Jack.”

“Of course,” he took in her appearance as she filled a vase with water before placed the roses inside, “you look stunning Y/n, absolutely gorgeous.” She felt herself blush at his compliment and turned to face him, “why thank you,” she brushed her hands down his suit jacket, straightening the lapels, “you look rather dashing yourself.” She gave him a small kiss on the cheek before leaving the room, “I just need to grab my purse and we can go!”

Jack stayed standing where she left him, “tonight” he whispered to himself. He was confident in his relationship with her that it would go according to plan. Soon he would be able to wrap his arms around her with purpose and kiss her in ways that he dreamed. Y/n came back out and together they walked to the lift. On their way down, Y/n noticed that Jack didn’t have his nose ring in, “what happened to your piercing?” Jack’s hand moved to his face automatically, then shrugged, “I wanted to take it out for a while.” He knew that he didn’t need to remove it to impress her, but he wanted to make sure he looked his best.

“Where are we going tonight?” Y/n asked as she took a hold of his hand, looking up at him as he tried to hail a taxi. He tightened his grasp, squeezing her hand gently, “You’ll see.”

The taxi pulled up to a beautiful restaurant front, with dark colors illuminated by small fairy lights. Jack pulled her toward the hostess counter who in turn, led them to their table. Y/n couldn’t stop looking around at the beautiful architecture; the atmosphere made her flush, this is not a place where they usually went. What was Jack celebrating?

Jack held the chair out for Y/n, as Jack himself sat down, he noticed her stare and smiled, “Do you like it?”

Y/n nodded slowly, drifting her eyes towards his “Okay now you really have to tell me what we are celebrating because this is way different than what we normally do.” He shook his head, “I’ll tell you after.” She grabbed his arm in excitement, rubbing it affectionately, “This is honestly amazing.”

Y/n and Jack chatted throughout their meal, making each other laugh and filling the other in on their lives. Their waitress came by to refill their empty wine glasses when she spoke, “You two make a beautiful couple.” Jack opened his mouth to protest, “Oh we aren’t-.” Y/n cut in, “Thank you.” She tossed the waitress a small smile before turning back to her conversation when Jack’s eyes lit up, “What was that all about?” he teased, somehow hoping she would profess her undying feelings for him.”

She shook her head laughing, “It’s better to agree than to have an awkward conversation, and plus we get it all the time. We know that we’re just friends and that’s enough right?” Jack gulped, his voice shook as he replied “Yeah, just, well yeah just friends.” He gave a nervous laugh that caught Y/n’s attention. “What’s going on?” She went to place a hand on his but he pulled away, “nothing, I’m fine” He chugged down his wine, Y/n staring at his actions, “Should we go?” Y/n nodded but Jack didn’t even see as he flagged down their waitress, asking for the check.

Why was Jack acting so off? Everything was going great, but then Y/n’s comment made him recoil, is that really all she thought they would be? Everyone they knew thought they were madly in love but was she so blind to the feelings he possessed for her?

They walked out of the restaurant, none of their usual hand holding or light conversations taking place. Y/n wrapped her arms around herself, pulling her coat closer to her in the chill of the night while Jack has his hands shoved deep into his pockets. He needed to tell her, otherwise he didn’t know how much longer he could handle it. “Y/n I need to talk to you.”

Y/n stopped, “Jack, what’s going on?” She was so confused, why was he so nervous all of a sudden?

Jack let out a small laugh, “I don’t want you to deny anything I say okay?” Y/n nodded, but realization soon came to her face. The roses, the romantic restaurant, the wince when she made her comment about being just friends. He wasn’t going to-? No, he couldn’t possibly, could he?

“Y/n you mean the world to me, you’re my best friend and I couldn’t ask for anyone better. You understand me and you’re always there for me at a moment’s notice. From the minute I laid my eyes on you, I knew you would be someone special to me. I know you keep saying that we’re only best friends but I can’t help but wonder if we were more than that. I want to be more than that with you. I want to really mean it when we tell others that we’re a couple and I want to hold you close, always.” He pulled Y/n close and slammed his lips onto hers, gripping her arms like he was going to lose her.

Y/n was beyond shocked, she had no idea that Jack felt so strongly towards her. Of course Y/n felt the same way, she always enjoyed their time together, even if they sat on opposite sides of the couch on their computers for hours. She loved how passionate he was about his work and when he could bring her flowers or visit when she was sick.

Suddenly something ran into Y/n’s legs and she pulled away looking down to find a small child who had just ran out of shop they were standing outside of. The child’s parents apologized profusely before walking away. Y/n looked up at Jack and she suddenly felt parched, and couldn’t form any words to say to him. He watched her speechless expression before sighing, thinking he had lost the battle. They were silent, taking in the moment when Jack spoke, “I’ll walk you home.” Jack walked ahead of Y/n and she struggled to catch up. Her emotion dropped as she thought Jack might have regretted what happened, did he not want to talk about it? Just forget everything as if it didn’t happen?

The silence was deafening as they entered the lift together, trying not to make eye contact with the other in the mirrored walls they were enclosed in. When the door opened on her floor, Jack dashed out, feeling suffocated from the awkward setting.

Y/n followed behind, both making it to her door, when she found her voice, “Jack.” He turned to her, “I’m sorry that I-” but he didn’t let her finish. He didn’t want to hear her say that she doesn’t feel the same way or was sorry for not wanting to be friends anymore.

“No, no please don’t, it’s okay. I understand that you don’t want our relationship to change.” Jack looked behind her to the lift.

“Jack-” She started again but he interrupted her once again, “I really need to go Y/n.” He stepped around her pushing the button for the lift. He felt his eyes tear up, “no,” he told himself, “stop.”

Y/n called out to him as the mirrored doors opened again, “Please don’t leave.” Jack faced her, feeling humiliated, “And why not?”

“Because you’re wrong.” Her voice became stronger now. Jack stared at her as she ran her way to him, “I’m sorry that I didn’t say anything back, but I’m going to now. I want to be more with you too Jack, you have no idea how much I want to. I never thought you would ever feel the same about me but well, I just.” Y/n trailed off, “oh screw it,” She grabbed the back of Jack’s neck and pushed her lips to his, waiting for him to return the action. He didn’t. She pulled back, already forming the idea to push her door open and hide when he leaned back in. The kiss was gentle, Jack caressed the side of her face before slipping an arm around her waist, pulling her in even closer. Y/n wrapped her arms around his shoulders, their kiss becoming heated and messy. His tongue swiped her bottom lip and she gladly opened, their tongues immediately battling for dominance. He pushed her against the wall and broke the kiss. Jack leaned his forehead against hers.

“Well Y/n, would you like to date me?” Jack brushed his fingers over Y/n’s lips cleaning the smeared lipstick.

Y/n giggled into his fingers, “Yes, I would love to.” She gently pushes him off of her, and grabs his hand leading him to her flat and shutting the door.


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Hoped you like it! If you think there is a mistake please let me know so I can fix it!

anonymous asked:

can we get one more blurb for tonight? Where you go into labor and Niall is freaking out about you giving birth? Pleaseee all these babies talk i need niall freaking about you being in labor.

You nervously tapped at your phone screen, watching the stop watch intently. Niall was watching Derby on tv, his feet propped up on the glass coffee table. You focused on your breathing as another wave of pain and tightness spread through your belly.  A few seconds later it subsided and you knew.  You were in labor.  The “stomach ache” you’d had this morning had morphed into contractions every three minutes on the dot.  It was time.

“Hey, Niall?”

You stood up from the kitchen table to waddle into the living room.  Niall looked up from from his spot on the couch just as you pressed your hand to your lower back to stretch a bit.  Suddenly, you felt a warm gush of liquid, almost like you’d peed your pants a little.  Holy Shit.  This was happening.  You gasped and squeezed your legs together, looking to Niall.

“You ok? What happened?”  His eyes clouded with concern.  The past weeks had been one discomfort after another, thanks to the joy of being massively pregnant.

“Well, I was coming in here to tell you we should probably think about heading to the hospital at some point…..but since my water just broke, I’m guessing we should go sooner than later.”

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Let Me Go

Request: Could you do a Joker x Daughter Reader? By Anonymous

Word count: 982

Warnings: swearing.

Credits to @murderous-manipulative-angel for the gif. 

“Dad…?” You heard screaming from the other room.

“What do you want?” Joker comes out of the room, covered in blood. “I’m a bit busy at the moment.”

“I’m going out tonight…” You say.

“You’re what?” He looks angry at you.

“Well, with friends dad… Just to a club. Nothing more.” You say nervously. You know he didn’t want you out at night, everyone could get their hands on you.

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No Promises - Monster Woo Series [Part 5]

As Woo wrapped his arms around you on the sofa, so scrolled through the shows trying to find something that you could watch. While you knew that you would both fall asleep during anything you put on due to the activities from earlier in the day [and what just happened in the shower] you wanted something to break up the silence of your apartment.

“Baby,” Woo softly called to you from his place by you. Your head was resting on his chest and your were partially on top of him but both of you had not wanted to be far apart for the moment. You landed on some drama rerun and turned to look at him. The way that Young Woo was staring in your eyes made you blush, having not seen that side of him before in the months that you’ve been together.

“You’re really something else,” he stated simply causing you to wrinkle your nose slightly at him complement. Leaning forward you gave him a slight kiss on the lips.

“Right back at you, Oppa,” you stated as you put your head back to his chest and listened to his steady heart beat. As you laid there for a while letting your mind wander as Woo rubbed circles on your back you noticed that his heart rate had increased, making you look up at him. You had expected him to be asleep but he was still staring at you with that new look. He gave you a small smile as he leaned forward and gave you a kiss, slowly deepening it yet pulling away before you became winded.

“I love you, baby,” he stated in a whisper.

For a second you weren’t sure if you heard him right. While you had been dating for a while and knee how each other felt, you hadn’t yet vocalize it.

A smile appeared on your face as you moved closer so that you could reach his mouth better. Leaning forward you planted another kiss, trying to deepen it, you tried to move yourself to a better position.

“Umphf!” Woo groaned into your mouth as he pulled away, brows furrowed and lip between his teeth. You looked down as he was tenderly protecting his manhood, which you had accidentally kneed while trying to get closer. You rubbed circles on his lower stomach, not knowing how to comfort him in his time of pain. You giggled slightly as he acted as if the world ended.

“I confess to you and you did that? Come on, baby! I was trying to give you my heart and now your laughing?” He groaned again, a slight tinge of red on his cheeks.

“Kim Young Woo!” You jokingly stated as firmly as you could. “I love you too, pabo!” He stopped writhing around and stared and you, and slow smile starting to appear on his face. He looked overjoyed from your simple confession.

“How about we take a little nap and I’ll take you out where ever you want to go tonight to celebrate? We can go to a nice restaurant, the beach, space, anything you say,” he suggested as you resituateded on the couch.

“How about burgers abound the aquarium?” You suggested. His chest rumbled in slight laughter.

“I sure did find a simple, unique girl,” he noted as he nuzzled into your neck, settling in for a nap while to still felt the smile on his lips.

Birthday Surprise (Smut)

Originally posted by maloleyslilmama

A/N: HELLO! It’s been such a long time since I’ve posted a smut (I got tired of using the same sex positions and ended up researching different ones). This is in honor of natexsk8′s birthday! mafiosoluh I know you missed my smuts! Also Nicki, I hope everything is alright. Sending my love. 

If you haven’t already check out my Wedding Series

Warning: Contains Sexual Content, View At Your Own Risk!!!

     “It’s gonna be a partay, it’s my girl’s birthday!” Nate started to rap, beginning to dance in his spot and snapping it all. Your laughter could be heard from somewhere in the room. Nate had been waiting for this day all month and had started planning your surprise party two months in advance. All he told you was that it was going to be the time of your life. “Ah you know we’re getting turnt! Yo everybody go on Twitter tweet @Y/T/N and wish Y/N a happy birthday,” he said this time, turning the camera to face you. You were sprawled out on the couch, glancing in his direction and waving at the camera. It seemed like he was more excited about your birthday than you were.

Turning twenty-one was a big deal when it came to Nate’s crew. It was a chance for you to actually drink alcohol legally. Being under twenty-one never stopped you all from drinking, but now you didn’t have to worry about getting caught for underage drinking. Maybe tonight would be different. With how much Nate was bouncing around he must have really had something special planned. “You would have thought it was his birthday with how excited he is,” you mumbled under your breath. Skeez let out a hoot of laughter, catching Nate’s attention. 

“What’s so funny?” he questioned, plopping down on the couch and pulling you into his side. You began to laugh also, shaking your head and sending Skeez a look. Nate looked between the two of you in confusion, rolling his eyes and pouting when you didn’t reply. 

“Aww, it’s nothing major you need to know,” you cooed patting his cheek. The pout didn’t leave his lips and you giggled, leaning up to give his cheek a kiss. A smile embraced his face, pinching your side in satisfaction. It was still early in the day, so not much celebration was happening. You had spent the morning with your family. They took you out to breakfast like every year. You never became tired of it, being able to chose where you wanted to go. Now that you thought about it, you had no idea where you were going tonight. “Babe,” you mumbled, receiving a hum from him in return. You moved around around in his lap so that the two of you were facing him. “Where are we going tonight? I need to know so I can plan my outfit,” you told him, letting out an exasperated sigh. 

“I actually chose your outfit for tonight,” he replied, eyes still glued to his phone. Your eyebrows rose in shock and you moved back to give him a confused look. Nate chose your outfit and you knew it was probably too revealing.

“You chose my outfit?” you questioned, letting out a snorted chuckle. Finally Nate looked up from his phone, giving you a nod.

“Yeah, it’s one of your birthday gifts,” he said, “You’ll like it a I promise…we leave at six, so I suggest you start getting ready now.” 


     The metal was cold against your back, moans muffled as Nate’s lips worked against yours. This whole night had been amazing. Nate went all out with your birthday party. Renting out a warehouse and setting up a small carnival. It had been something you wanted to do ever since you saw The Vamps music video for Last Night. You didn’t know how he did it, but Nate somehow managed to recreate the video. He made it even better though, half the warehouse holding a bar, table for food, a dance floor, and the DJ booth. It was like a dream come true and Nate really treated you like a queen.

You weren’t planning to have sex in a place where a lot of people were, but that all changed sometime during the night when somebody suggested body shots. Since you were the birthday girl, you were the first to go. Nate had drowned the tequila shot that was rested between your thighs, licked the salt off the valley of your breasts, and placed his mouth against yours to bite into the lime. Everything about the moment had set your body ablaze, creating a pool of wetness in your panties. It’s what led you to the position you were in now; making out between a wall and behind one of the rides. Your knees weakened beneath you as Nate sucked on your sweet spot. His hand slid under your shirt, grabbing one of your breasts and squeezing. You knew what this move entitled, making you shake your head and immediately move away. Nate began to whine, pulling you closer by the waist. “No come on I need you!” he mumbled, mouth going back to marking your skin. 

“I want you too, but not with about 100 people watching,” you hummed, a smile embracing your face as he continued to fondle your breasts. 

“Then let’s go to the car,” he grumbled. He was conflicted between wanting to stay at the party and wanting to give you pleasure. The only option to not leave your guests was to have sex in the car. 

“Oh no! I know you remember the last time we tried that,” you said, shooting the idea down right away. Nate rolled his eyes, face scrunching up in a grimace at the memory; it wasn’t a pleasant one. “What about the bounce house,” you suggested, pointing to the inflatable castle a few feet away. That part of the “carnival” had closed early due to how long it was rented out. It wasn’t going to be deflated for a while now. That section of the warehouse was darker than the rest, slightly illuminated by the attractions, so it was perfect for what you planned to do. Before Nate could even reply, you pulled him in that direction. Your laughter filled the bounce house as you slipped inside, immediately discarding your clothes.

“Whoa hey, that’s my job!” Nate scolded, trying his best to walk closer to you on the bouncy floor. You sat up on your knees, now only wearing your bra and panties. “I thought you didn’t want to do this with people around?” he said, reaching behind your back to unclasp your bra. He gave your shoulder a light push, indicating that he wanted you to lay down. His mouth trailed down your body, taking one of your nipples into his mouth and nipping at it. He blew cool air on it until it was a hardened bud, then moved to show the same affection to the other. 

“Well it’s dark and I guess we just have to be quiet,” you replied, biting your bottom lip to suppress a moan. Nate chuckled at your answer.

“Yeah like you could ever keep quiet during sex,” he commented, words muffled since his face was in your breasts. You playfully it him upside the head receiving a harsh bite in return. His tongue lapped over the love bite, sliding down your body and warming your skin up even more. He stopped at your pubic bone. A soft hum came from you as he sucked at the skin, nibbling to form a small bruise. Your hips rose as he slowly pulled your panties off with his teeth. Luckily for you there was a ton of people at this party, so finding out where you two were would take a while. Goosebumps rose against your skin when you felt the scruff of his beard tickle your thighs. It was something that turned you on more than anything. Your wetness growing by the second. The tip of Nate’s nose brushed over your bundle of nerves making a moan slip past your lips. “Shh,” Nate hiss in return, kitty licking up your folds. A shiver ran down your spine at the feeling and your hips rose impatiently. “Shit, who made you this wet?” he asked, blowing cool air onto your clit, he took you by surprise sucking at your clit full on. “Mhm, who makes you feel this good?” he asked this time, slipping a finger into you. 

“Y-oh god, you do,” you choked out, felling him add in another finger. Nate smiled into your core, beginning to thrust his fingers in and out of you. The bounce house provided a new level to the sex. Each movement you two made the castle moved. Nate nipped at the bundle of nerves, curling his fingers up to reach a different angle. Your back arched off the rubber floor, a gasp leaving your lips. “Don’t stop,” you whined, circling your legs around his head and pushing his face more into your heat. Nate’s tongue replaced his fingers, plunging it inside of you. His arms wrapped around your legs, pulling you even closer. Your chest rose at a rapid pace as you felt your release approaching. To your dismay Nate pulled away from you, beginning to remove his clothes. His length throbbed at the thought of being inside of you. The adrenaline of possibly being caught ignited a fire within him. His eyes clouded with lust, flipping you over and giving your ass a slap. An audible gasp left your lips, a moan following after. You loved when Nate spanked you; one day you had come to the realization that you had a pain kink. More series of spanks was sent to your backside and you had to bury your face into the rubber floor to muffle your moans. Your juices began to leak out of you, sliding down your thighs. A louder moan left your lips when Nate gave your ass a playful bite, licking between your folds. The head of his length was leaking with precum, pulsating with desire. 

“How much do you want me?” Nate questioned, rubbing at your clit slowly. You whimpered, incoherent mumbles leaving your lips. Moving between your legs, Nate ran the tip of his length between your folds. The sensation making your body jerk. It happened for a split second. Nate only pushing the tip in the pulling back out in a teasing manner. He continued to do this, making you whine in frustration.

“Nate please,” you whined, “Don’t tease me just fu-hum.” The words were cut off by him entering you hard. He waited a few seconds for you to adjust, then began to curl his hips into you. Your cheek rested against the bouncy floor of the bounce house, teeth sinking into your bottom lip. Nate held himself up with his forearms, head leaning down to kiss at your neck. You pushed back into him, feeling every inch of his length leaving and entering you. A deep moan erupted from deep within Nate’s throat and he picked up the pace. His gaze shifted down to where you two were connected and he pulled out till just the tip was in. A tiny shrill left your lips as he gave a sharp thrust back in, repeating the action. He stopped thrusting letting you do the work for a few minutes. You rose your hips back into him, sweat lining your skin as you worked into him. 

“Just like that baby girl,” Nate whimpered. A series of moans left your lips when he pounded into you. Face burying into the bounce house floor. Your makeup had to be smeared all over the place by now. Lips swollen from the harsh kisses you received. Nate leaned back onto his feet and you sat up, back pressing flush against his chest. The new angle had him penetrating you at a deeper angle. His tip hitting your g-spot expertly. You couldn’t help the loud moan that left your lips, Nate immediately pulling you into a passionate kiss. Your tongues battled for dominance, him letting you win in the end. It was almost the same position as the reverse cowgirl. That would have been a better position than standing in a squat, trying to balance on a bouncy floor. This of course didn’t last long the two of you loosing your balance and falling back in a fit of giggles.

“Spoon position,” you mumbled, turning around so that you were facing him. Your leg hooked around his waist, head rested on his arm. His fingers gripped at your waist, starting to push into you once more. You began to suck love bites into his neck, hands fisting into his long hair. It didn’t take long for you to straddle him, beginning to really ride him. The bouncy castle began to shake as you bounced on and off his length. There was no hiding what you two were possibly doing in this thing now. Nate sat up, showing your breasts affection and bucking up into you. You were already close to your release, Nate depriving you of it when you two first started things. You rotated your hips down in figure eights. The sounds of skin slapping against skin mixed with the motor blowing air into the bouncy castle. Nate was close to his release and you could feel his length twitch inside of you. Your hand reached down to rub your clit at a fast pace, trying to get yourself to your release. Nate slapped your hand away, replacing it with his own. One arm circled around your body, pulling you closer and thrusting in deep. You began to wither undone atop of him, face nuzzling into the crook of his neck to muffle your moans. With how much you were clenching, it made his thrust become sloppy. Your nails digging into his shoulders. Nate released, still riding out your high and finally stopping. 

Sweat lined your skin, heat spreading between you two. You smiled down at him, cupping his cheeks and pecking his lips. A hum of satisfaction left your lips when he pulled out. You rolled off of him, reaching out for your clothes that had moved to the corner of the bounce house. “The night’s not over yet,” Nate told you, tossing your shirt over. You gave him a confused look, slipping the shirt over your head. “You still have a cake to cut and presents to open” he said. The words seemed like clockwork and seconds later the DJ was announcing the exact same thing Nate just said. 

“Then we better get out of this thing before people realize we’re missing,” you smiled, making your way to the exit. Once you were out into the light again, you pulled your phone out to fix your appearance in the camera. Nate’s arm snaked around your body, sending a kiss to the side of your head. “Thanks for the best birthday ever,” you mumbled, pulling him towards the cake.

I mostly want to remind her of the recipes of healing, and give her my own made-on-the spot remedy for the easing of her pain. I tell her, “Get a pen. Stop crying so you can write this down and start working on it tonight.” My remedy is long. But the last item on the list says: “When you wake up and find yourself living someplace where there is nobody you love and trust, no community, it is time to leave town – to pack up and go (you can even go tonight). And where you need to go is any place where there are arms that can hold you, that will not let you go.

Tonight I’m washing all the clothes for our two little babies just in case they leave in the next few days. I figured it would make things easier if everything is washed and ready in case my weekend is full of saying goodbye, packing their things, organizing, and trying to fit every detail I can think of into a letter for their next home. Things to make their transition easier… like the fact that K will only sleep with her yellow blanket, needs a special kind of milk and that J likes to snuggle and talk himself to sleep. This is a peek into the life of a foster family. We never know what tomorrow holds for the lives of our little ones, everything is so uncertain all the time. They may leave in a few days or they may stay another six months. One small meeting tomorrow evening will decide where they go. Tonight all I can do is pray that what is best for them is what will be done. God knows their future and where they will lay their heads tomorrow.

I’ve been asked about a million times for the lyrics to Still Life, and figured it was probably time to just post them and get it all over with.

Reading them now makes me cringe a bit, and I think that’s okay. The words were written desperately and without a lot of the eloquence I usually attempt, as they are violent and intimate and I wanted nothing to do with them anymore. 

See Below,


Discoloration

You took my hand and brought me down in the morning

And I was sitting, waiting for the telephone to swallow me whole.

I saw your face reflected on the resonant screen  

And I watched your mouth moving like a tired machine

Trying to plead with me

Trying to swallow me whole. 

It’s been a while since I’ve been gone and away

And I watched your eyes reflect me in a terrible way

As you cast your gaze to the flickering hall.

And you knelt beside me and you started to pray

And the whites of your eyes blackened with a hardened decay

And you talked to me in a broken voice

“In your open mouth

Silence me in the coursing 

Blood in my eyes

Dress me in your clothes

And swallow me whole”

All I Want

Your eyes, they did flutter again

And my mouth it did hang wide

When you told me ‘every little thing is going to be alright’

But we were younger then,

And now we’re not

And if there was a plan made 

Then we forgot about it 

And if there was time

I could figure it out now

But life is short

And I don’t care for most of it. 

Because you’re all that I want.

Well I know I’m hard to take

And my bones are calling out your name.

While I beat your cold windows

Break the locks on the gate

While I try to forget 

I used to be something great. 

Because you’re all that I want.

Sleight Orchestra

There’s some stars in my eyes

Your sister’s high, peaking on pills in the alleyway. 

There’s a mad death in your eyes

Warm light shudders in the glow of my heart

And the kids with black eyes shine bright in the morning light. 

Warm day in the sun

It keeps me balling up my fists for someone. 

Why do you always plead

Keep me on my knees

Keep running for the train

But I guess I always worked better alone.

With my black eyes shining in the sunset

Never give up. 

There’s some stars in your eyes.

The kids who shot Mikey are down low and telling their lies. 

Well he died here with me

But we’re digging through his pockets singing

'No one’s ever going to be free’

We’re singing Hallelujah. 

I’m sorry.

Are there stars 

That the Gods don’t know about?

If there are 

We’ll be digging through their pockets til dawn. 

Are there lights

Lights that shine for pretty fools like you and me?

We’re singing Hallelujah.

I Won’t Bend

It’s a death,

You won’t say my name

You won’t watch me sleep

You won’t turn my eyes

You won’t shut your mouth

When I hold my breath

When I break your stare

When I’m caving in.

I speak to you while you’re sleeping

A sad code that goes

'I can’t breathe anymore’

And I’ve got your back, but you’re changing

Right in front of my eyes.

I’ll keep you here for now.

And I won’t let up. 

I’ve got plenty to hide.

It’s a death,

You won’t say my name

You won’t watch me sleep

You won’t turn my eyes

You won’t shut your mouth

When I hold my breath

When I break your stare

When I’m caving in.

I want to keep you inside

Say our prayers and live in a lie 

Pull the stars that hang in the sky 

And sleep with our bodies frozen in time. 

I’ll keep you here for now. 

And I won’t let up.

I’ve got plenty to hide. 

It’s a death,

You won’t say my name

You won’t watch me sleep

You won’t turn my eyes

You won’t shut your mouth

When I hold my breath

When I break your stare

When I’m caving in.

Swing

I woke up today with a darkness keeping me cold

Wild bird flocks guarding my home

I don’t know what to do

My eyes gone black from the stolen heart that I gave to you.

Darkness keeps me all alone

Darkness eats away at the place that we’re calling our home.

I went to bed on a starless night

I took the bus downtown in the morning light 

And hung your ghost from the power lines

Your crooked mouth trying hard not to say goodbye

Saying 'I won’t ask you’

Darkness keeps me all alone

Darkness eats away at the place that we’re calling our home.

While you’re dreaming I can barely breathe

I tell you that I love you but you don’t mean shit to me

It’s like we’re living in a fantasy

And I’m watching you try to pretend that you’re asleep

But I won’t wake you.

I know a place where we can go tonight 

Where we can trade all of our money for a homesick fade to white.

You tell me that you never want to leave

And you hang your body from the balcony and swing.

Saying please just let me let go.

Darkness keeps me all alone

Darkness eats away at the place that we’re calling our home.

The Beekeeper

Go on and tell them all your lies

I saw you touch her in her sleep and it was no surprise

You’re burning papers in the field

I’m downtown trying to push myself to steal.

But that’s the way it goes. 

You came and met me in the street

We stole a car got high and went to sleep

And dreamt we were the people that we want to be

And when I met you, you were sweet

But now you’re out sucking dick haven’t slept in a week

But don’t come crying to me.

Because that’s the way it goes. 

Still Life

I held you in my arms just yesterday.

When you lie you always touch your hair

When you tell me that he wasn’t there. 

You called me when you woke up

And you stayed calm because I choked up 

And maybe we’re both fucked

Or maybe I’m just bad luck. 

So I’ll make up my bed

Try to get high

Try to forget what you said

Then I call you again.

Because I can’t sleep.

I don’t feel like I used to

And you don’t look like you want to

And your skin crawls and my jaw clicks

It’s not bad if you’re used to it

Not broke if it can’t be fixed

Not real if you question it

Not clean if we’re still a mess

And we’re still a mess.

You get sick so you quit school

And we’re dead broke but it fits you

And it’s not like it won’t get you too.

I was just like you. 

So I make up my bed

Try to get clean 

Try to forget you instead

Then I call you again.

Because I can’t sleep. 

Chevrotain

(Instrumental)

Last Train

I won’t be what you want me to be

I won’t say what you want me to say

I’ll be right here when you call my name,

Waiting.

When you tell me you don’t want me here

And you’ll keep my number til the rent check clears

My body starts burning up.

I don’t want you anymore

So take the money and run to your man

I quit giving a fuck.  

And I don’t trust you anymore

So take the last train home in the dark

And quit breaking my heart. 

I won’t be what you want me to be

I won’t say what you want me to say

I think about you every night and day lately.

And when you tell me you don’t want me here

And I took to punching out your bathroom mirror again

It felt like losing a friend.

I don’t want you anymore

So take the money and run to your man

I quit giving a fuck.  

And I don’t trust you anymore

So take the last train home in the dark

And quit breaking my heart. 

Brief Encounter

I broke into your house again today

And I laid in your room

It was pretty but it’s sad. 

Because it was all inside my head

And I don’t know whats real or dreaming anymore.

It’s harder than it looks sometimes

To stand up straight and look you in eyes.

And believe in all your fucked up lies

Because it’s your world I live inside.

Bury me inside the dollhouse in your bedroom

And carve your name into my arm

And quietly, you’ll fall asleep and abandon me

But I’ll take it

I’m ready.

It’s harder than it looks sometimes

To stand up straight and look you in eyes.

And believe in all your fucked up lies

Because it’s your world I live inside.

“I have one more gift for you,” he says. He brings a fragile alabaster box from behind him. “But don’t wear them tonight. I want to go somewhere where we can relax a little, like everyone else.”

“You are ever full of surprises,” I tease in delight. I gently lift the lid, carved into lotus blossoms, and flip up the layers of soft, protective linen. And then, I can’t believe it. I could weep in gratitude as I understand finally that the gods did make us for each other, and they had sent me signs all along. I lift a rope of shining purple beads into the firelight. “Amethyst. Tutankhamun… When I was a little girl, I thought I might have a necklace like this one day. I thought my true husband would give it to me, and you have…” I rest my head against his smooth chest and listen to the quick, steady beat of his heart, so much in love that I could drown from it.

—  The Last Heiress: A Novel of Tutankhamun’s Queen - Stephanie Liaci

cherry128  asked:

Omg imagine Adrien accidentally using "kawaii" instead of cute (because we all know he's a mega weeb) and everyone is like "uh... Did you just" and he just throws himself into a waste bin

Gosh what a goddamn nerd. Same tbh

~mariquita

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Here’s some official Naruto playing cards from the exhibit. Each card is unique, having either a panel of Sasuke or Naruto or both from the manga.