and i will always thank her for giving me the ability to be so positive and happy


Now, who is Hoseok for me?

Hoseok is my so called ‘THE bias’ of BTS (since all of them are my biases… oops).

Hoseok is my inspiration.

Hoseok is my sunshine.

And somehow he is hated and under appreciated.

Why is that, however?

Perhaps it could be because he is too kind

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It could because he genuinely loves and cares for his members

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And in generally is kind to all. After all, there are those who can’t fathom the idea, that someone might actually be nice and supportive to other people.

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Maybe he gets hate for trying to stay positive. Some people feed on negative energy and thus really wish to bering someone with good vibes down, they want to bring down that precious smile, to destroy it.

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And of course, one of the biggest reasons people hate him is because he is so talented. And as a result he achieved fame along side his members

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Originally posted by btsgifdump

And it pains me, oh it pains me so much to see this amazing, beautiful young man get hurt.

It hurts me so much to see people throw insults at him simply because of jealousy, because the feel threatened.

Hoseok deserves the universe.

Remember the video, when on his birthday he saw a video filmed to wish him happy birthday? Remember how emotional he got, how touched and honoured?

Originally posted by pastelyoonseok

He didn’t waste any time, making sure to thank all the people around him, to hug them, hold their hand, anything to express his gratitude.


This is a young man who had the ability to do a full solo song for the groups album and he chose to write a song about his mum, for his mum, thanking her for all she went through. 

Originally posted by jeonity

This is the young BOY who said to himself that the only way he can make his mother proud, the only way he can repay her for all her sacrifices is to ‘become successful.’ Even if that meant selling his all.

Selling his body to endless practice

Originally posted by yvainne

Selling his private life

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And even selling his own emotions.

What does that mean?

Well, on one hand Jhope is a sunshine, on one hand he is Hobi.

A sunshine with a smile so pure

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A sunshine with a laugh so genuine

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A sunshine who just loves to play around

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Yet on the other hand, he is Jung Hoseok.

Someone with a deadly passion

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Someone with extremely powerful emotions

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Someone rather serious

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Someone who smiles much more calmly

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And honestly, I love that calm side just as much as I love the sunshine side.

Because part of the allure of Hoseok is that he is a very full rounded human being. A very beautiful one inside and out. And so what i hope is that Hoseok actually allows himself to be himself (whatever that truly is). 

Im sure that his members are alway there to support him.

Hoseok’s existence seems to be making everyone happy.

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Originally posted by sugasmagnificentlegs

But its those precious moments when Hoseok is happy for himself, content with his own self that he shines like the amazing star he truly is.

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When he allows his emotions to overtake him

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That my heart just fills with happiness to the brim as I realise that yes, I do love this young man in some sense.

It is then that I smile because he gives me happiness, a reason to be excited, a reason to work hard.

Which is why I wold like to ask more people to pay attention to tis amazing young man.

Looks are subjective, dance is subjective and so is the ‘great’ rap style. Just because he doesnt fit your ideal type does not mean that you have to start creating movements in order to bring him down. If your favourites do not deserve to be destroyed, the neither does Hoseok, or any other innocent soul.

Originally posted by hobsflower

I hope Hoseok stays happy.

I hope he IS happy.

I hope he gets more opportunities to shine, to create his own work, develop his own self both as an artist and as a human being.

I hope he stays healthy because unhealthy Hoseok is broken Hoseok and nobody wants that. No, not because people would stop stanning, but because we do not want him to be in pain.

But if he is, I hope he does not feel like he is a Burden to BTS or ARMYs.

Because he isn’t.

Angel Hobi down mean perfect Hobi for me. It means a relatable Hobi, someone who is human, kind, emotional, loving. Angel Hobi means that by being himself, Hobi gives us one more reason to smile and go through our day.

And it would pain me if he doesn’t know what he means to me, to us.

We ARMYs support, love and cherish Hoseok to the fullest and i pray to all entities that he knows that.

Because his smile is one that must never fall.

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Because his smile is one that deserves to forever stay genuine.

Lets spread the love for this amazing young man!

Thank you for reading!

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RFA + When They Realize They’re In Love

ohhh, look a headcanon/scenario post! :D this was a whole lot longer than i originally planned, but oh well!! i played around with each of their stories, so i hope you don’t mind <3 <b>you can find JAEHEE, JUMIN and 707′s under the cut! if you have any requests, feel free to shoot them my way. anyway, i hope you enjoy!



Yoosung thinks he’s sick.

His heart starts palpitating, his palms grow sweaty and he’s so out-of-focus that he’s losing his streak on the LOLOL leadership boards. He downs a cup of coffee, glaring at his bedroom clock, which stared back with a 22:12pm in bright blue lights. It’s way too early to be feeling tired, he thinks.

He sighs, exiting the server and letting the game’s background music blast through his computer’s speakers. He places a hand to his neck, feeling for a warm temperature, only to end up confused as he realizes he’s not even remotely feverish. Worriedly, he calls her up, sure that she would know what’s up with him.

“Hey [Name],” he says, going back to his desk to take another swig of coffee. He joins another server, hoping LOLOL would help calm his nerves. Why was he always so nervous when he was talking with her? He prattles on about his supposed “symptoms” as he patiently waits to be connected to the server.

“Sounds like you’re in love,” she suddenly blurts out. He almost sprays his coffee all over his computer at those words. He can tell she’s joking. She was joking, right? Right? He tries to come up with a reply, but all that comes out of him is a strangled sound. He hears her laughing from the other end. “Ohhh, bulls-eye! Who’s the lucky person? Is it me you’ve fallen for?”

Yoosung’s eyes widen at this, and his heart feels like it’s about to burst out of his chest and start tap-dancing on his desk. He’s stunned to a silence; his mind is racing, wondering whether or not to confirm her statement. Well, that would certainly explain why he always felt so worked up around her. Before he could even answer her question, he hears her awkward laughter on the other end of the phone.

“Hey, I was kidding! Playing some LOLOL might calm your nerves, but I suggest not staying up too late. It might actually be a fever, after all.” Yoosung manages to quickly blurt out an apology as well as a thank you, before wishing her a good night and ending the call without waiting for her reply. He leans back on his chair, staring at the cream-colored ceiling above him.

It’s when he places both of his hands on his chest and feels the rhythmic thumping of his heart. It’s when he tries to steady his breathing, and when he finally does, he remembers what she said and wheezes. It’s when he realizes that he knows the answer to her earlier question, but he was too shy, too scared to actually answer her. It’s when he makes a promise to tell her, face-to-face and unabashedly, one day. Yoosung’s eyes linger to his desk clock.

It’s at 22:17pm on a LOLOL-filled Tuesday night that he realizes that he’s completely, head-over-heels in love with her.


Zen can’t sleep.

He’s lying in bed, positively tired after a day’s work. He knew he did well earlier, yes, but his own self-reassuring thoughts did very little for his nerves. Ever since the whole hacking situation, he’s been on edge during his performances; he can’t help but be upset at himself for not giving his all for his audiences.

Despite being an “egotistical prick”, as Jumin calls it, he was often hit by waves of doubt during these late sleepless nights. His self-reassuring thoughts began to shift into ones of doubt, pushing him to twist and turn in his suddenly uncomfortable bed.

Was he a genuinely good actor? Did people watch his musicals for his talents or for his looks? Would he ever be more than just a handsome face up on the stage? He was jolted back to reality by the sudden ringing of his cellphone. He begrudgingly reached out to view the caller ID: [Name].

Without a second thought, he immediately answers the call. Her cheerful voice was tinged with a hint of her own weariness. He feels his heart begin to swell, savoring the way her voice says his name. “Can’t sleep either?” he says, genuinely happy to find her calling him out of all the other RFA members.

“Yeah,” he hears her say. “I was hoping you were awake. I’m glad I was actually right.” His chest tightens at this, and he can’t help but smile at the thought of her thinking about him at such an hour. He finds a sort of solace in her, thankful for her constant presence amidst all the happenings in his life.

The two converse, and he finds the weight on his shoulders gradually become lighter. His heart is both calm and erratic, and he finds himself laughing together with her, despite being miles apart. When he hears her congratulate him for the show he put on, for being such an amazing actor on-stage, for doing so well, even if he may not believe so, he almost starts crying.

“You’re doing so well, Zen. I’m sure all your fans can agree that you’re doing so much more. I mean that, truly. If you ever need anyone to talk to, I’m here. So is Jaehee and the rest of the RFA,” she says from the other end of the line, and he allows himself to think that she means it. No, he knows she means it; it’s in the way that she speaks to him that he knows she’s saying nothing but the truth.

It’s when she says her good night that he catches himself almost saying it. He purses his lips, blundering out a good night of his own before slamming the END CALL button. It’s when his eyes shoot wide open, and he feels a ditzy smile gracing his lips. It’s when his self-doubting thoughts are replaced by thoughts of her. He brings his pale hands to his hair, and he can’t help but marvel at how much she affects him.

It’s when he catches himself thinking about her in wonder does he realize that he’s crazy about her.

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No pets were allowed on campus.

The freshman orientation guide was very, Very clear about this point. Absolutely, positively, no pets allowed. (minor exceptions to be made for service animals.) And yet here she was, 3 weeks into her first semester, sitting on the ground, staring at a cat. It was staring back.

Dread had always been fond of animals. She had never been allowed to have any pets, (her father was allergic to most things with fur, and her mother just hated animals) but she had always wanted a cat. Multiple cats, preferably. And now she was sitting on the steps of her dorm, in a college where No Pets Were Allowed, staring at the most precious little ball of fur she had ever set eyes on. She knew far too well about the other rules (she was on her second roommate, now, and the delicate horns curling from the thing-that-was-not-her-first-roommate’s face had left an… impression.) She was very good about remembering iron, salt, and not to say please or thank you. But this was a very cute cat, and she was willing to risk a little bit.

It meowed. She held out a hand, and it walked right up to her, and “oh my goodness you are just the cutest thing!” she squeaked. The cat seemed satisfied.

She was, to say the least, conflicted. The rules were very clear, and the rules were generally right, but this was a very small cat, and she did not have very many friends, and really, she already knew what she would do. “C’mere, you.” She scooped up the cat and it snuggled into her jacket. “I’m going to name you Eldritch.”


It was about three weeks later that things got… actively weird. She had managed to smuggle in, via the Walmart (which had no employees that day, she left the money on the counter and hoped that nothing Else would take it) a litter box and cat food. Eldritch seemed to settle in fine, and she traded her roommate 3 dollars and a cool rock in return for not telling anyone about the very, very illegal pet currently snoozing on her lap. The roommate, whose name was Chalkboard, seemed to like the cat. Chalkboard even gave the cat a cat-toy. When Chalkboard vanished (decided to take the “fake your death to avoid breaking up with your s.o” advice a little too much to heart), Not-Chalkboard did Not like the cat. Dread caught Not-Chalkboard making what looked like a very rude hand gesture at the cat on multiple occasions, although it’s hands were strange and​ it was hard to be sure. It was when Not-Chalkboard, after having a Very Intense staring contest with the cat for about 6 minutes, saw the error of its ways and vanished, leaving Chalkboard in its place, that Dread began to think something might be up. Eldritch said nothing, as cats are wont to do, but it purred a great deal when Chalkboard let it sit on her lap while she was doing her homework. This was, to say the least, Rather Suspect. Nothing more was said about it.

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The Only Exception (Part 8)

Summary: AU. Reader is given the task of running a popular love advice internet show when her coworker is fired. Her cynical attitude toward love makes her offer some harsh advice, and more than a few hearts are caught in the aftermath. Will hers be one of them?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Word Count: 2,733

Warnings: language, fire, panic, dangerous situation, rescue, drinking, bad jokes, I’m off the handle because I no longer care

A/N: If you don’t like it, don’t read it. After the posts I saw last week that personally attacked me…I wish some people put half as much effort into helping others and the earth as they do being genuinely awful.

Anyways, it’s fiction.

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mommas-wombats  asked:

"I can't do this" for Ladrien?

OMG! Look at what I am finally getting back around to finishing!!! (You guys thought I had given up hadn’t you. Mwahahahaha. Be prepared for all the prompt responses. I will finish them all! 

Anyways- here is some Ladrien ^_~ 

It was a surreal experience to be sitting next to Ladybug on the upper ledge of Notre Dame, staring out at the Sunset.

Not the sitting part itself- they did that at least once a week in this very spot, (her favorite). No, the surreal part was that it wasn’t Chat Noir, hero to the helpless and Catsanova extraordinaire- (her words),  but regular old Adrien Agreste, sitting together with her, at their spot, trying to pretend that he wasn’t having to use every ounce of restraint not to fall into usual habits and give himself away.

Something was clearly wrong. She was too quiet. Her usual spark seemed to be dampened by whatever was troubling her.

If he were transformed he would probably be curled up in her lap, letting her fuss with his hair while he told terrible jokes that always managed to pull a smile from her, no matter how hard she tried to bite it back.

As Adrien however, he simple had to wait.

“You’re probably wondering why I brought you up here,” she said softly.

He nodded, not fully trusting himself to speak.

“I needed to talk to someone about things, and even though I know we don’t know each other very well, I feel like I can trust you. Can I trust you?” She turned to look at him, her eyes wide and full of a sort of longing that made him feel humbled.

“Of course,” he said, his voice more raspy than he intended, “anything you need.”

She smiled, though it seemed a little forced and turned to look back out at the fading sunset. Still at a loss as to what exactly he was supposed to do, Adrien reached up and patted her gingerly on the top of her head. Ladybug froze at the touch, and Adrien briefly considered just jumping off the edge of the roof and putting himself out of his socially awkward misery.

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Fifth Columnist [JJK]

↠ jungkook x f!reader; 14.5k; dta’s youngest member falls in love with a girl who might not be who she actually says she is, not that he cares
mafia au, potential potential triggers (mentions of murder, crimes, etc). it’s pretty soft otherwise

Why would I have a girlfriend?“ Jungkook returns, lips gaped at your words. He realises point four of a second later how stupid he really sounded.

You shake your head regardless. “Sometimes Jungkook, it seems like you’re fishing for compliments from me. Didn’t I tell you how we all fell at our feet for you in high school? What do you want me to tell you—that I’d still do it today.

Originally posted by sugutie

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Birthday Presents (M)

Pairing: Jimin x Reader
Genre: Smut, fluff
Summary: You spend your birthday with your boyfriend Jimin and he gets you some gifts. (Dirty talk, bondage (I guess, but nothing too kinky), profanity as always)

Originally posted by minblush

You woke up in the middle of the afternoon looking like a troll from under a bridge. Turning to glance at the clock, you saw that it was well past noon, but you had no regrets. Laying back against your pillows you try to think clearly and come back into reality. What day is it? Then it hit you when you looked at the calendar hanging on your wall. Today was your yearly reminder of how quickly your youth was slipping away from you and how old you were getting. A groan slipped past your lips as you rolled out of the comfort of your bed to grab your phone from the nightstand.

When you looked at the screen you were only half surprised to see the many text messages and snapchats from your friends and family wishing you a happy birthday. You half heartedly replied to all of them, copying and pasting your thank you to everyone. You really couldn’t care less. When you opened Snapchat, you clicked on your boyfriend’s name and looked at all of the messages and pictures he had sent you. Most of them were of his face with a cute caption saying happy birthday or how much he loved you and how he couldn’t wait to see you later today. His messages made you smile and you happily replied to him.

Since you hated birthday parties, you asked Jimin not to throw you one this year. You couldn’t understand why people made such a big deal over birthdays when it’s literally just another day of the year. But Jimin insisted on doing something to “celebrate” so you agreed on just spending time together. He was the only person you truly cared about anyway, aside from your best friend and yourself.

You put your phone down and continued with your normal routine. It was the weekend and you didn’t have anything to do, so you took the time to lounge on the couch to scroll through social media. You got a text from Jimin saying that he would be at your house by 5 and you sighed. Looking up at the clock, you saw that it was already 4:15 and a groan slipped past your lips. You didn’t feel like moving so you sat there until 4:45, hopping off of the sofa quickly when you realized that you only had 15 minutes to get ready. Quickly rushing to the bathroom, you attempted to clean yourself up. Your hair was a tangled mess, you hadn’t brushed your teeth yet, and you didn’t have on any makeup. Let alone, you didn’t even know what you were going to wear. You cursed silently for always putting yourself in this situation.

Fifteen minutes passed faster than you expected and at exactly 5pm on the dot, your doorbell rang. You put down the flat iron and practically skipped to the door, excitement bubbling in your chest at the thought of seeing your lover. When you pulled the door open, you were met with a smiling Jimin who stepped inside with the breeze. He was holding something in his hand and you glanced at it before being swept up into a tight hug. Your feet lost contact with the ground as your boyfriend’s strong arms constricted around you, cutting off most of the air flow to your lungs. You patted his back for mercy.

“J-Jimin I can’t breathe.” You struggled and he gently placed you back on the floor, peppering your face in butterfly kisses, ending with the tip of your nose.

“Happy birthday, jagiya!” He smiled so brightly that you thought you were looking at the sun. “How’s the birthday girl? Do you feel any different?”

“No, I feel the same as yesterday, old and decrepit.” You deadpan and he frowns.

“Come on, be a little more optimistic than that.” You let out a heavy sigh and try again.

“I feel great, I’m one more year closer to my end goal: the grave.” A forced fake smile pushes itself onto your lips and you give Jimin a thumbs up. He rolls his eyes at you.

“Well at least you’re making progress.”

Jimin could always be positive and see the good side in everything. That’s why your relationship was so appalling at first. Few people understood how someone so positive could end up with, and fall in love with, someone as pessimistic and impassive as you. It’s not like you didn’t have emotions, you just didn’t express them as openly as others and your resting bitch face made it seem like you were cold and constantly judging people. But Jimin saw through that. You were actually an empathetic and passionate person who put all of her energy into a few select things, this included only a small group of people. You opened up to people easily, you thought of yourself as an open book because you honestly had nothing to hide, but people just needed to get past your exterior roughness and approach you to figure that out. If someone wanted to know something, all they had to do was ask.

Jimin was first drawn to the fact that you had many good acquaintances but so few real friends. He wondered if you were just a quiet person, but the more he observed you, the more he saw that you had a great personality and were quite friendly and funny when you wanted to be.

But none of this compared to the fact that you were absolutely stunning. He thought you were the most beautiful girl in the world from the moment he first saw you and his attraction only grew from there. Because he put so much energy into paying attention to you, you put that same amount of energy into him and opened your arms to let him into your inner circle. Give what you get, as you always say. Jimin’s attraction to you was obvious and he had no desire to hide it as he flirted with you every chance he got, but he was so sweet and caring that you couldn’t stop your heart from growing fond of him. You shocked everyone when you first told them that you and Jimin were dating, but that was fine by you. You had little regard for what others thought of you and your personal life and you didn’t expect them to understand the dynamics of your relationship. What you and Jimin had was mutual respect for each other, among other things, and you wouldn’t have it any other way. He never tried to change you and you loved that about him.

“Can you wait here? As you can see I’m not 100% ready to go yet.” You motioned to your half straightened hair and bare face and his eyes disappeared into the crescent moons you loved so much.

“I don’t know… I kinda like that look on you. Especially the pajamas.” He reached over to pinch your bare thigh just below the end of your pajama shorts and you smacked his hand away with a laugh.

“I promise I won’t take too long.”

Hurrying to the bathroom, you stopped in front of the mirror to continue what you were doing before he got here. You noticed how the grin still hadn’t left your lips yet and you paused. How did Jimin have the ability to brighten your mood with just his face? Just his presence could make you smile and you hardly recognized the person staring at you in the mirror. When did you become a giggly teenager who smiled like a fool because of a boy? You were a grown adult and you figured you should start acting like one. Composing yourself, you grabbed the flat iron again and resumed your work.

When you finally finished getting dressed and doing your makeup, you walked out into your living room to show your boyfriend, who was doing something on his phone. He looked up when he heard you walk in and immediately his eyes widened at the sight of you. You had on a short floral sundress with a simple pair of wedges. A pearl dotted each of your ears and silver charms dangled from the chain hugging your wrist. You went for a natural look with your makeup, since you weren’t going anywhere fancy you didn’t feel the need to do anything fancy. Even though you were going for a more casual look, Jimin thought you were breathtaking. His eyes raked up and down your figure, lingering on your curves and smooth legs before hopping up to inspect your face.

“You look gorgeous, jagi.” He gave you a genuine smile and you felt your heart flutter in the confines of your chest.

“Thanks.” You returned his smile and tried to fight the blush that crept up to the surface of your cheeks when you noticed him biting the corner of his lip. Walking over to where he was seated, you stood between his legs and took his hands.

“You know Hobi’s mad at you right?” You cocked your head to the side questioningly as Jimin craned his neck to look up at you. “He’s upset that you didn’t want to have a party because he really wanted to see you today. He also told me to tell you that he’s offended that you wanted to spend the day with me instead of him.”

“Gosh he’s such a child,” You huffed, shaking your head playfully. “He acts like I didn’t spend everyday of my life with him for four years straight. I think my boyfriend is a little bit more important than my bestie so tell him he can see me tomorrow. And it’s not like he couldn’t have stopped by, I wasn’t doing anything.” You laugh.

“I think he just wanted another excuse to party. Not to mention your other cute friend would have been there and you know how he feels about her.” Jimin wiggled his eyebrows and you stuck out your tongue in disgust.

“I still don’t know how I would feel about them hooking up. Also, I don’t think I ever want to have another birthday party after how bad it was last year.” You both cringed at the memory.

Last year’s party was more than a flop, it was a disaster. A fight broke out in the middle of the dance floor and several people vomited because they thought it was a good idea to take homemade Jell-O shots in a corner. Aside from that chaos, your family would not leave your side and they kept asking you questions about your life, obviously failing to realize why they were ignorant of that information in the first place. You barely had any time to dance with Jimin or talk to your friends because you were too busy doing everything at once and by the end of the night you were exhausted, leaving the party with disgustingly sticky shoes, sweated out hair, a hole in your dress, and an injured boyfriend who so bravely decided to help break up the fight.

“Yeah let’s not talk about last year ever again.” Jimin suggested and you agreed.

“What’s in the box?” You asked curiously, nodding your head in the direction of the gift propped up against his leg.

“I got you something.” Jimin tightened his fingers around yours before pulling them away to hand you the present.

“I told you not to get me anything.” You whined with a pout that made Jimin want to pinch your cheeks.

“Just open it.”

“Aish, Jimin why didn’t you listen? I said I didn’t want anything..” You complained even though you were very grateful for his thoughtfulness.

“Open it!” He forced the object into your hands gently and you took it with a sigh. He grinned to himself as you untied the ribbon and lifted the lid slowly, eyes lighting up at the sight of the contents.

You stared at the matching set of silver jewelry shining inside the box. There was a pair of crescent moon earrings sitting next to a matching bracelet and necklace. The bracelet had charms on it; aside from the crescent moon there were stars and a planet with rings. You looked up at Jimin to see him holding up his hand to read some words from it.

“You are my world, you are the stars in my sky, the light of my life.” He looked back down at his palm for comedic effect. “And unlike the phases of the moon, my love for you will never wane.” He gave you a cheesy smile and you couldn’t help but chuckle at him.

“Jimin these are beautiful,” You looked back at his gift and pulled them out of the box.

“Not as beautiful as you, but I guess they’ll have to do.” He shrugged. “Do you like them?”

“I love them.”

“And did you like my poem? I wrote it myself.” He seemed proud so you praised him until he confessed that he found it somewhere on the internet, to which you laughed. You hated his cheesiness so much that it was charming. He knew how you felt about corny lines so he used them often just to get a kick out of you.

Jimin helped put on your new accessories instead of the jewelry you had on before and smiled at you.

“The crescent moons remind me of your eyes.” You tell him in a loving tone when you observe how his eyes disappeared behind the tops of his cheeks and eyelids.

“I know, that’s why I got them.”

“How thoughtful.” There was sarcasm in your voice but you were being completely genuine.

“Are you ready to go?” Jimin stood up and took your hand in his. You nodded and followed him out of the door.

You told Jimin previously that you didn’t want to go to a fancy restaurant or anything like that so he settled on taking you to a movie and then to an ice cream restaurant. You ate dinner there and had your favorite ice cream. You expressed to Jimin how happy you were that he decided to take you there because it used to be your favorite place to go as a child. He reminded you of all the times you told him that same thing whenever you passed it and you admitted that you didn’t think he was ever listening. A warm and fuzzy feeling surrounded you when you realized that Jimin listened and cared about you more than you thought.

Once you arrived at your home, you thanked Jimin for your night.

“Oh it’s not over yet.” He smirked at you before grabbing a gift bag from the back seat of his car.

“Another gift?” You were surprised but also curious to see what it was.

“Mhm, and I hope you’ll like this one more than the first.” There was a glint of something in his eyes but you couldn’t decipher what it was. He walked ahead of you to your doorstep and allowed you to unlock the door.

Instead of heading to your living room like you expected, Jimin walked straight toward your bedroom without saying a word. Locking the door behind yourself, you quickly followed to see what he was up to. When you walked into the room, you found that he was already sitting on the bed waiting patiently for you. He wordlessly handed you the bag and you took it, a thin layer of sweat slicking your palms as you became eager to find out what your gift was.

“Lingerie?” You cocked an eyebrow up at him and he licked his lips in response.

“Try it on.” He encouraged and you didn’t hesitate. You pulled the garments out of the bag, eyeing the scant fabric and trying to figure out how much of your body it would, or should you say wouldn’t, cover. Slipping your panties down from under your dress, you turn your back to your boyfriend and bend over to pick them up from the ground, giving him a glimpse of your ass and heat. You grab the lingerie and slide it slowly up your legs to tease him before pulling your dress over your head and unclasping your bra. You know Jimin can’t see you and is probably holding his breath in anticipation of you turning around, but you give him no such pleasure. You calmly put on the bra and leave the straps loose intentionally as you finally whirl around to reveal yourself to him. He gasps at your beauty.

“Do you like it?” You ask innocently as you watch the flesh of his plump bottom lip get assaulted by his teeth.

“You’re so hot, (Y/n).” His eyes follow as the strap on your shoulder glides down the skin slowly and he swallows loudly.

“I’m starting to think this present is more for you than it is for me.” You giggle and the corners of his lips rise slightly at your remark. You stride up to where he’s sitting and you place yourself across his lap, legs dangling to one side. Your hands crawl up his chest and shoulders to lock behind his neck as you look him in the eyes.

“Those look so much better on you than they did on the mannequin.” He states, clearly in awe of your appearance.

He leans in and connects his lips with yours, his fingertips whispering along your exposed side leaving a ticklish trail in their wake. The seal of your lips are parted by his tongue and you easily comply, letting his wet muscle wrestle yours. It feels like someone has just turned on the heater in your bedroom because suddenly you feel a wave of warmth go through you, contrasting the goosebumps that erupt from your skin everywhere Jimin’s hands touch. Soon you’re moaning into his mouth quietly, but he pulls away.

“You know, there’s something else in the bag.” He reaches beside him to retrieve the discarded bag you placed on the sheets and hands it back to you. You briefly look up at him again before reaching into the bag. A silky material grazes your fingers and you pull it out to inspect the fabric. Long black ribbons appear from the bag and you wonder how you missed them before.

“Are these..?”

“They’re exactly what you think they are.” Jimin nods and you feel another wave of heat course through your veins as you think about what you could do with them.

“This is kinda kinky,” You comment with a smirk, but Jimin can tell you love it too. If you didn’t you would have expressed your distaste by now. “I like it.”

“I know you do. I just thought we should try something different tonight.” He places a peck on your now swollen lips before allowing you to stand up. There are four ribbons in the bag and you assume that they could be used for various things in this situation.

“Are these for me or you?” You look up to lock eyes with Jimin and you see his relaxed form resting back on his arms as he drinks up your appearance.

“It’s your birthday so you get to decide.” A comforting smile crosses his lips and calms your heart. You hadn’t even noticed it was beating that fast until then. The laziness in his demeanor puts you at ease and you can tell that he’s drunk off of you. You’ve been told that your kisses can do that to him, but little did he know you felt the same way. Thinking about what you wanted to do tonight, you looked at his body in his tight clothing, debating with yourself if you wanted to have fun wrecking him or if you wanted him to control you. No matter what you choose it would be a win-win for both of you.

“Umm,” You bit your lip and thought hard. Ultimately, you decided that you could have your fun with him another time. It was your birthday so you were allowed to be a little selfish and want things for yourself. “Use them on me.”

He smirked a wicked and lazy smirk as he pushed himself off of the bed to stand in front of you.

“Are you sure?” His eyes bore into your own and you saw the arousal swimming in them. The intensity alone made you feel wet and you were only partially sorry that you were ruining the nice panties he had just bought you.

Yes.” Your voice came out as a breath and you were amazed by how the change in his body language could make you become so submissive so easily.

“Whatever you want, princess.” Once the name dripped off of his lips, you felt your core throb. He has never called you that before but you found it to be more arousing than you expected. Jimin could tell that you liked it and mentally noted that that would be your pet name for the night. “Get on the bed.” He’s voice was still gentle and sweet but you followed his instructions anyway.

You laid on your back as you watched Jimin circle the bed, staring at your body like a hungry vulture. The mattress dipped when he climbed onto it, the ribbons held tightly in his soft hands as he made his way up your body. He reached behind you to unhook your bra and slide the straps down your arms, feather light touches of his fingers against your bare skin causing goosebumps to appear.

“Arms up.” You obliged instantly by putting your hands above your head, resting your arms on the pillows so that you were comfortable enough to stay like that. Your usually sweet and squishy boyfriend hovered over you but you could hardly recognize him. His features seemed chiseled and hard as he leaned over you to tie a ribbon around both of your wrists and you couldn’t tell if it was just the angle or not. It was rare for you to see this dominant side of Jimin. In bed you have only experienced it twice, once when you asked him specifically to dominate you and another time when he was upset about something and you let him take his frustrations out on you. He wasn’t a rough lover and you knew he wouldn’t be unless you asked him to, but the look he had on his face was intimidating to say the least. You were nervous in the best way possible and you didn’t know what to expect.

After tying another ribbon in the middle of the makeshift handcuffs on your wrists, Jimin fastened it to the bedpost. You tested the give of the ribbon and his knots and were surprised to see that his knots were really strong. Looking up at him, you silently asked him what he was going to do next. He pulled off his shirt and pants quickly before coming back down to you, lips just inches from yours as he observed your face. Moving a strand of hair from your face, he spoke in a low voice.

“Okay princess, I’m going to set some rules.” His fingertips traced your jawline and it made you want to squirm from ticklishness. You nodded, unsure if that was what he was looking for, and he continued. “Today’s about you, so I’m going to focus on making you feel good. That means you have to tell me when you like something. Don’t try to hide your moans either, I want to know how good you feel.”

Even though he wasn’t saying or doing anything too dirty, the thought of what was to come was enough for you to soak the lace between your legs. You nodded again.

“But that also means you have to tell me if you don’t like something.” His eyes softened slightly and told you that he was serious. “Tell me if anything hurts or if you don’t like something I do and I’ll stop immediately and fix it.”

“Okay.” You breathe after swallowing to remedy the dryness in your throat. You doubted very seriously that Jimin would do anything you didn’t like.

Your confirmation prompted him to slide a firm hand up your torso, starting from your hip and ending at one of your breasts. He took the soft flesh into his hand and kneaded it lightly while he leaned in to capture your lips. Your skin felt hot in his hand already and he hadn’t even done anything to you yet. Quiet kisses moved down your jawline and neck, stopping to whisper purple flowers onto your collarbone and the tops of your breasts. You gasped when you felt a sudden wetness against your nipple, followed by the warmth of your boyfriend’s mouth. A moan of surprise escaped you when his teeth sunk into the bud lightly, his tongue licking at it again to soothe the dull pain. The same treatment was given to the other nipple and you began to arch into his touch.

Jimin smirked at your increasing neediness, continuing his slow path down your body while leaving marks every few centimeters. When he reached your hips and spread your legs, you thought he was finally going to take care of the throbbing between your thighs, but he completely skipped over your core to lick along your legs. He kissed your inner thighs and bit the sensitive skin closest to your panties. You whimpered in response and he could hear how heavy you were breathing in the quiet room. Jimin took his time kissing down your leg all the way to your ankle, only to repeat his trail on your other leg. Whines left your mouth when he stopped to suck a dark hickey next to your panty line, so close to where you wanted him yet so far.

“Jimin,” Your voice came out weak again, but that was only because Jimin decided to lick at your core through the thin lace of your panties, his nose nudging your clit pleasantly. “Please don’t tease me, it’s my birthday.” You batted your eyelashes at him and tried to coax him with your cuteness.

“I thought you said you didn’t care about your birthday?” His hot breath could be felt over the fabric and it made you buck your hips up toward him.

“I thought you said you were going to please me tonight?” Your smart remark earns you a bite on the hip and your breath hitches.

“I am.” He replies simply, playfulness dancing in his pupils.

“You said to tell you if I don’t like something and I don’t like your teasing. Do something please.” You figured that begging would be the most effective way to get what you wanted so you dropped your pride for him.

“We have all night princess, there’s no rush.” Despite his words, Jimin complied to your plea and slid down your underwear to throw them somewhere in the room for you to find later. “Obviously you did like the teasing, you soaked straight through your brand new panties.”

He ran a finger up your slit, your juices slicking his finger as he moved it up and down, his eyes locking with yours briefly before he slid the digit into you. You moan loudly when your body gets some sort of relief, but you crave more. Jimin curls his finger before moving it in and out at a moderate pace, soon adding in a second next to it.

“Look at how wet you are.” He cooed, leaning up to speak into your ear. “Did you see how easy my fingers went in? Maybe I should tease you more often.” He chuckles and you bite your lip. Jimin adjusts so he can kiss you properly, pumping his fingers faster in time with the movement of his plump lips against yours.

Your hips lift off of the bed slightly to meet his hand and he smirks against your lips at your eagerness for more contact. Breaking away from you, he moves back down to lick at your core, spreading the liquid seeping out alongside his fingers up to your clit. A simple flick of the tip of his tongue has you throwing your head back and spreading your legs wider. Instinct and habit tells you to intertwine your fingers in his hair, but a creak of the headboard and pressure on your wrists reminds you of your current situation. You settle for balling your hands into fists.

Jimin sucks at your bud with fervor and you can’t help but arch into him at the feeling. He slips in another finger and curses tumble from your lips alongside his name.

“Do you like this, princess?” He lifts his mouth from you only enough to mumble the words before dipping back down to continue his work. You had almost forgotten about his rules.

“Fuck, Jimin that feels so good, keep going.” You manage to pant out and you can feel his face scrunching at your praise. His tongue flicks faster at your clit and you let out a long groan, your hips bucking wildly against his face. Jimin uses his free hand to hold down your hips but he allows enough mobility for you to rock into him.

The pace of his fingers and tongue increases exponentially when he brushes a spot inside of you that makes you gasp. You stare down at him to watch his ministrations and the sight propels you into higher pleasure. His name falls from your lips like a prayer and your eyes squeeze shut as you near the edge.

“Baby, I’m gonna cum.” You warn Jimin of your oncoming orgasm but the tightness of your walls around him has already given you away. He hums and the vibrations send you over the edge. Your legs clamp around his head as waves of pleasure crash through you, causing your body to jerk and thrust on its own. Moans and whimpers that almost sound like Jimin’s name clumsily tumble out of your mouth with your staggered breaths. Jimin looks up from between your legs and observes the pleasure and delight on your features, eyebrows knitted tightly together, mouth open in an “o” shape, hands pulling helplessly on their restraints, breasts rising and falling with every ridged breath you take. He can feel himself twitching in his boxers at the sight of you and he palms himself with his free hand to ease the tension.

He keeps pumping his fingers and kissing along your lower body until your hips stop completely and you jerk from sensitivity. When he removes his fingers with a lewd wet noise, you open your eyes to look at his now shiny face. Looking you dead in the eye, Jimin brings his cum covered fingers up to his mouth and sucks on each one, humming around the digits as if you were the most delicious thing he’s ever tasted. When he’s done cleaning them, he runs his hands back up your body only to place them beside your head to support his weight as he leans down to kiss you sweetly.

“Mmmm, you taste so good princess.” He utters against your lips before pushing his tongue into your mouth to allow you to taste yourself.

He grinds his hips into you and you can feel his erection pressing against your leg. It’s so hard that it must be painful for him and you want nothing more than to touch it. But you can’t. Your make out session lasts until Jimin has to pull away for air and you gaze up at his beautiful features. He rests his forehead against yours for a moment before pushing himself away to kneel in front of your body.

“You make me so hard (Y/n), you have no idea.” Jimin says as he pulls his boxers down his thick thighs. His cock springs up against his toned stomach and you can’t tear your eyes away from it. A bead of precum sits at the tip of it, threatening to drip down, and a long throbbing vein runs up the underside of it. His balls look tight and you wish your hands were free so you could relieve some of the tension.

“I wish I could touch you.” You say quietly, eyes flicking up to his.

“Yeah, but I’d much rather fuck you instead.” He moves closer after kicking his boxers off the side of the bed and you spread your legs in anticipation for his body. Reaching down to grip your legs, he brings each of them over each one of his shoulders respectively and plants a kiss just below your knee. “Are you ready?” He asks as he wraps one hand around your thigh and uses the other to line himself up with your entrance.

You nod and move your hips toward him in reply. Jimin skims his tip up and down your slit to lubricate himself. He then slides himself through your folds without entering you. The head of his cock rubs against your clit and you squirm beneath him with every movement he makes. You clamp down on your bottom lip to contain the moans in your throat as you watch Jimin tease you, hoping silently that he would take mercy on you and cave into his desires.

“Please Jimin,” You whisper when his eyes meet yours, already feeling out of breath. He can clearly see the desperation in your eyes and he decides to take pity on you. As he slides into you, he bites down on the skin of your thigh as a way to control himself from pounding into you immediately. It doesn’t hurt when his teeth sink into your skin, but you know there will be a mark in the morning. You stretch around him as he pushes himself deeper into you inch by inch, allowing you to feel all of him as he goes. Jimin makes a conscious effort to make sure he doesn’t hurt you, so he peers at your face the entire time to watch your reactions.

The pleasurable sting of his thickness inside you causes your face to contort, but your moans let Jimin know that you are enjoying this. He leans forward over your body and it makes his entry smoother. When he bottoms out, he groans and waits for you to give him the ‘ok’ to move. His thumb caresses your side as he places kisses on your legs. You relax as much as possible under him and tell him quietly that he can move. Jimin pulls out of you slowly until just his head sits inside of you and pushes back in delicately. This time his entry is pain-free and your wetness allows him to slip in faster. The next thrust is rougher and he quickly picks up speed.

“Ahh~ you’re so fucking wet princess. Do you like the sound of me fucking your tight little pussy?” Jimin grunts, leaning back to exaggerate his motions so you can hear the wet noises better.

“Yes, it’s so hot.” You can’t tell if you’re pulling on your restraints anymore because your hands have fallen asleep. Your body feels like it’s on fire and moans of Jimin’s name are falling from your lips faster than you can catch them. But he doesn’t want you to stop them. Each noise that is released from your throat pushes him to go harder, and in turn, causes you to be louder.

He leans over you and places his hands on either side of your head, staring directly at your face as he fucks the soul out of you. You’re thankful that you are flexible because right now Jimin has you folded in two. The change in position let’s him thrust deeper and it steals your breath away. He’s in so deep that it feels like your organs are being pushed around, and you love it. You try to crane your neck up to kiss him.

“Jimin, your cock feels so good, I love how you fill me up!” Knowing that your dirty talk fuels him, you let your vulgarities fly freely. When you crane your neck again, he takes the hint and bends down to connect your lips. This forces his weight onto you and you whimper at the new angle he’s hitting. The sheets beneath you are probably soaking wet because of how much you’re sweating from the exercise and both of your body heat, but you couldn’t care less. All you could focus on was how good he felt.

Suddenly, Jimin pulls away and pulls out of you, taking your legs from his shoulders and grabbing ahold of your hips tightly. Before you can ask any questions, he flips you over with a swift motion and you land on your stomach with your face in the pillows. He smacks your right butt cheek and you gasp, feeling your arousal drip out of you.

“Ass up, princess.”

It’s hard for you to get on your knees in this position with your hands still tied above your head, but Jimin helps you by lifting you by your waist so you can get your legs under you. Bending your elbows, you inch your way up the bed slightly so there is more slack on the now twisted ties. You dare to peek behind you and are met with another hard smack on the ass.

“You have such a nice, round butt. I could play with it all day.” Jimin’s hands knead the flesh and reduce the dull stinging from the hits they just took. He spreads your lower lips and ass cheeks and you could hear him hissing behind you. “Princess, you look so sexy like this.”

Your cheeks turn hot at his words and you feel foolish for blushing. You’ve exposed yourself to him many times before so you shouldn’t feel shy. No longer able to contain himself, he unexpectedly thrusts into you and you cry out at the feeling. He looks at you with concern when the sound escapes you, but continues to push in and out. When he notices that it was just out of surprise, he increases the power of his thrusts dramatically and it propels you forward. He grabs your hips to keep you in place. You are helpless against his stimulation and all you can do is moan into the pillow. Your throat starts to feel raw from your constant sounds of pleasure, but it doesn’t stop you from practically screaming out his name as he pounds into you from behind.

Jimin’s fingers dig into your waist, creating small crescents in your skin. His jaw is clenched tightly as he watches himself glide in and out of your warm cavern. The moans and groans that erupt from him are husky at first, but get higher the closer he get to his peak. He’s moving at a quick and even pace and his balls slap against your clit with every powerful thrust. You begin to tighten around him.

“Mm I like it, Jimin. Please don’t stop.” You pant, rambling aimlessly as your body tenses with the pressure of your oncoming orgasm. You hold your own hand and squeeze as the pressure builds.

“You like how I fuck you? How I stretch your tiny hole out with my hard cock?” You can hear how strained his voice is coming out and know that he’s holding back.

“I fucking love it!” At this point you’re almost yelling at the top of your lungs. Your legs tremble beneath you and you fight with your body to stay upright.

“Are you going to cum, princess? Let it go for me.” Jimin increases his pace and the force of his hips hitting your ass causes you to jerk forward again. He grabs your hips and pulls you back so he can slam into you and you both let out a string of moans. You won’t move back any further because of the ties around your wrists, but Jimin seems to be unaware of that fact as he keeps moving you back and forth. You have to straighten your arms to relieve the pulling on your wrists, but you can’t feel any of that. The only thing that is processing in your brain is the pulsing of your core and Jimin’s name.

He brings a hand around your underside and presses his fingers to your clit. Electricity courses through your veins as you clench and release over his length. He groans at the feeling and rubs you faster, desperately wanting you to reach your high before him.

“Ah~ Jimin!!” A high pitched cry tears from your throat but is muffled by your pillow when you bury your head in it.

“I wanna hear you. Let me hear you princess.” Jimin pleads and you can tell he’s close. A final slap on the ass throws you over the edge and you lift your head just in time for Jimin to hear you scream his name. He’s sure the neighbors can hear you in the next house over and he finds it extremely hot. Your walls tighten intensely as your back arches and your toes curl, vibrating waves flowing throughout your body making you quake and shiver. You can’t hear anything and you aren’t sure if you’ve gone blind or if you were just squeezing your eyes shut, and if it wasn’t for the strong arms holding you up, you would have collapsed onto the bed completely by now. Your boyfriend’s name is all that you can comprehend and it rolls off your tongue continuously with your breathless moans and whimpers.

You can hear his curses behind you as his thrusts get sloppier. The white noise ringing in your ears goes away as you begin to calm down and suddenly you can hear everything. It sounds like you’re dripping puddles as he drives into you and you can feel the liquid streaming down the backs of your thighs. Jimin’s voice is louder now as he shamelessly lets out high-pitched moans of your name beside his ragged breaths. The headboard is creaking because of how fierce his movements are and it reminds you of the black ribbons still tied to your wrists. You can feel Jimin twitching inside of you and you tighten around him to help bring him to his peak.

“Fuck, Jimin your dick is so perfect, you made me cum so hard. Please cum in me, I want to feel it.” You knew he loved your dirty talk because of the way his hips stuttered and picked up even faster than before. His tip began to swell and you both moan. You were sensitive because of your recent orgasm but you held out for him. Soon Jimin was gripping your hips with bruising force and calling your name as he came undone behind you. He shallowly pumps himself into you and you could feel his member throbbing as he shot his seed onto your walls. His eyes were closed and his jaw was hanging slack, hair stuck to his forehead caked on by sweat. If you had been able to see him fully you were sure it would have been the hottest he’s ever looked, but you could only see him out of the corner of your eye because of your position.

Jimin lets go of your hips and pulls out slowly, causing your body to drop to the bed. When he hears you pulling on them, he crawls up beside you and unties the knots of ribbons still attached to your wrists. Once you’re able to relax your arms again, you drop them to your sides and shake out your hands, trying to get rid of the tingling sensation pricking them.

“It didn’t hurt did it?” You understand what he means immediately and you shake your head.

“It was fine,” You spoke softly because your throat was a little sore from screaming. Rolling over onto dry sheets, you spot a dark patch where your legs had been. “Damn was I that wet?”

Jimin chuckles at you and you turn to look at him. “You squirted on me.” He chirps, amusement ringing in the chimes of his voice. He carefully rolls over to you and wraps his arms around your sweaty body. Your face was a brilliant stop sign red and there was no way for you to hide it. “It was fucking hot. I’ll have to make you do that again next time.”

You smirk in his direction and turn your head to kiss him. It’s a slow and lazy kiss that makes your heart flutter and you find yourself grinning.

“Happy birthday, jagiya. I hope you liked your presents.” He mumbles against your lips and you smile before pulling away.

“Thanks baby. Next time I want to use them on you.” Jimin bites his lip and agrees before scooping you up and carrying you to the bathroom to run a bath. “I’m starting to like birthdays.”

A/N: I’m currently in the midst of writing another scenario and I’ll try to finish that one soon (fingers crossed). Thanks for reading, hope you enjoyed!!

You know I’ve made posts like this before, but I decided to go all out for this one. Here are reasons I love the DCEU.

1. Zack Synder: this man… this man has the most beautiful cinematography I have ever seen. He can make you go back and look at a movie over and over again and still not notice all the little details he has thrown in. He loves Superman and the DC guys. DCEU is about Superman… and how cool is that? Not to mention is absolute love and care for women and women characters. He’s just a god damn badass.

2. Patty Jenkins: I love her. I love her for giving me Wonder Woman. I love her for giving me a superhero I can look up to. She made this movie for young me and for young girls everywhere. I cannot even begin to express how much I love Patty.

3. Henry Cavill: let me just begin this with: DAMN THAT BOI IS FINE. Looks aside, you can tell how much HC loves Superman. He cares about his build, he cares about the comics, he goes and supports the other movies like Suicide Squad, his dog is named Kal! Now he’s not always the best actor, but he brings depth and love to Superman in a way previous incarnations have not had.

3. Ben Affleck: I’ve never really been a big fan of Affleck but seeing him bring a new, darker side to Batman has given me life. I loved this version of him, and I am so delighted to see him learn from his mistakes and realize that Superman does mean hope. And it’s because of Superman that the Justice League even truly begins. And Ben makes you believe that he hated Clark and that he learned the truth.

4. Gal Gadot: I love her with every fiber in my being. I had my reservations about her playing Wonder Woman mainly because I’d never heard of her, but seeing her on screen in BVS… I literally held onto my friend’s hand the entire damn time she was on screen. And her song brings me to my knees. She’s just… everything I could have hoped for.

5. Amy Adams: Lois Lane I think defines the DCEU. She is wait brings light onto Clark and Superman. She is what he believes in, and she’s a BAMF in her own right. She’s not some throw away love interest.

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Jealousy (Jimin)

As per Anon’s request! (Thank you again)

Wolf Au
3898 Words 

Summary: Jimin never asked for a mortal mate and as much as he loved her, he also found himself resenting every single gene in her body that made her human. 

Jealousy is a poisonous emotion that begins from the heart and courses through every vein filling every gap with bitterness. An emotion that was almost impossible to control and hide. It was also a curse bestowed upon Jimin for being the species that he was.

“Jimin we’re going for a run.” Hoseok said popping his head into Jimin’s room. Jimin was sprawled on his bed, his eyes closed, “Go ahead, I don’t feel like running.” He replied with a yawn. Hoseok expressed concern for the younger one’s health before leaving with the rest of the pack once Jimin reassured him that he was okay, just tired. With his acute hearing, he heard the leader make a comment about how it had been awhile since Jimin went for a run with them and the rest agreeing in unison. When he heard them all leave, he rolled onto his stomach and let out a long exhale. Every time they asked him to go he would use the same excuse: “I’m tired.” He could never tell them the real reason why he couldn’t join them. As of lately, Jimin loathed his wolf form and in order to go on these runs, the pack had to transform to release tension building inside the body. In fact, he would avoid any situation that required him to become what he really was. He hated what he was and for once, just one day, he wanted to be a human. He just wanted to be normal.

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@redpensandgreenarrows said: Well, there is my headcanon prompt to you! After Beauty and the Beast Reprise is sung, Adam dances Belle out onto the balcony for some privacy…

Thank you, dear! This is a lovely headcanon idea. So I may have written way more than I originally intended to. Like 2k words more. Oops. Enjoy :) Spoilers for the new movie obviously!

Also on AO3.


As Madame Garderobe finishes her third aria of the celebration extravaganza, it seems her dancing partner’s feet are finally giving out. Finally. Belle almost huffs her surprise and relief out loud, when he takes her by the hand once more, but instead of leading her back to the middle of the dance floor, he expertly weaves them through the crowd standing along the fringe of the ballroom.

Though, if that brief, teasing eyebrow raise is anything to go by, she’s not masking her relief as well as she hopes.

Of course he’s completely unwinded, secret dancing master that he is. All afternoon, she’s had the good fortune to discover that during their first dance in this very room just a few weeks ago, he had, in fact, been holding out on her. Whether it’s years of cotillion bred into him or that he naturally carries himself with a zealous grace that’s been concealed for so long, her fiancé, the returned prodigal prince, is a very adept dancer indeed.

She might be jealous at his ability to move with such carefree ease, if she could only bring herself not to be utterly thrilled as his dancing partner, to feel cherished in the security of his arms, to spin around a room surrounded by the people they both love. She hasn’t danced like this in…well, perhaps ever. She also cannot recall having this much fun in a single day. Not even throwing that treacherous snowball at him, not even her books compare to this splendid adventure. And seeing the man she loves so deeply like this…so jovial, so full of life, so…content. He positively shines in his radiant blue suit, the color just the perfect shade to highlight those captivating, alluring eyes she could absolutely drown in.

All her life she’s been called beautiful from a distance, but up close…he is something else entirely. He is truly stunning.

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“You’ve Been Caught Little Frog...”

Doomcio soulmate Au, and not really a happy one. Sorry guys.
This ship has just cropped up in the last few weeks, and the tag is flooded with this au, but I wanted to do my own version of it and it wound up being kind of sad. I was originally going to kill Lucio off buuuuut, I didn’t want to be that evil.
This can also be found on my AO3.

You’ve been caught little frog. The weak won’t survive.

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An Unexpected Valentine (Newt Scamander x Reader)

Originally posted by she-who-nailed-it

A/N: Happy Valentine’s Day! I love and am so appreciative for every single person who follows this blog. I am so incredibly lucky to be able to write for you, and I hope you enjoy this little writing! As always I am very grateful for likes, comments, and reblogs, and please send in your requests!

Warnings: None other than adorable Hogwarts!Newt fluff!

You were in your fifth year at Hogwarts, and you had never had a Valentine. That is not to say that you hadn’t been on dates or had boyfriends before, you just never had anyone to share that one day with. To be honest, you were quite over the idea that love should be reserved for one day a year. You thought that the people you loved should be shown and appreciated every day, and you began to resent the ridiculous expectations of the day.

A week before the dreaded day that made you sick to your stomach, you were spending time in the Hufflepuff common room with your best friend Newt Scamander. Truthfully, you had a huge crush on the adorable, creature-loving Hufflepuff, but you refused to risk your friendship for something so silly and uncertain. You were cuddled up with Newt’s newest find, a small baby niffler, by the fire, lazily reading a muggle book you had read at least 5 times before. Newt sat across from you in an armchair, seemingly engrossed in his latest rental from the library, this book about mermaids and their various abilities. 

You looked up at your friend, feeling his eyes on boring into your skull. You gave him a questioning look, but he looked down, a blush rushing across his freckled face. You turned back to your book with a small shrug, bringing the niffler closer to your body. 

You felt his eyes on you again, and without looking up, stated, “Yes, Newt?”

You heard him change positions before his voice came, “Nothing, (Y/N).”

You closed your book, looked at him and smiled sweetly, “Newt, if you keep looking at me, I’m going to keep asking if something is wrong, so you should just tell me now and we can avoid another 3 rounds of questions and answers.”

Newt blushed again, looking away and sighing. He briefly made eye contact with you again before continuing, “I think we should do something on Valentine’s Day. I know that you detest the holiday, but I was thinking that we can have our own celebration, perhaps an ‘anti-Valentine’s Day’ day.”

You gave a small laugh, and Newt quickly added, “No, you’re right. It is a dreadful idea. I apologize for even suggesting-”

You cut him off, “Newt, I think that sounds lovely. You know I adore spending time with you, and you’re the only person I could imagine being with on such a joke of a day.”

He gave you a large grin before he pushed himself off of his chair, exclaiming that it was time for bed. He gently picks up the niffler from you lap, placing the creature on the armchair he just vacated before holding onto your hands, guiding you up. You blushed as you held on just a bit longer than you had to, quickly stammering out a goodnight before heading to your bed.

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WE DO knot ALWAYS LOVE YOU PART 18 Full Translation

The Ceremony


Pages 187-200

After the ceremony, a banquet was held, a reservation was made at Renji’s favourite bar and eatery, ‘Daruma Bar’, not far from the Kuchiki clan’s ceremonial shrine.

Based on reflection of what had happened last time, this time it was Renji who decided to conduct the arrangements for the restaurant, but complaints arose from Rangiku immediately, “if only you had left it up to Kuchiki, we might have been able to drink at a high class ryotei restaurant again~!”

“High class restaurant? what do you mean, lieutenant!?”

When the 13th division’s third seat, Kotsubaki Sentaro pressed Rukia for a reply, he received a shoulder tackle from Kiyone who interrupted the conversation.

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NALU Training Oneshot

(No official title lol)

Involves: cute shit, romance shit, kind of fluffy so basically not all the way smut, fighting shit, uhhhh yeah

Summary: A year after Fairytail’s biggest battle yet, the fight involving Zeref and Acnologia, Lucy decides to improve her hand to hand combat skills. And who else can help her but none other than Natsu Dragneel?

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“Gate of the Scorpion, I open thee! Scorpio!”

A blinding light arose before her as it shifts into the familiar shape of the arachnid celestial spirit. With a burst, the red cloth wrapped around the figure’s waist flurried in the air and the man became visible. Instantly, he positioned himself for battle, the mechanical scorpion tail following after him.

“Star dress form, Scorpio!” Lucy yells after his summoning. A similar light binds around her curvy figure, as a red and black skin-tight suit replaces it. A chain coming from her backside ends with a curved, sharp point, replicating the stinger. With this suit her speed is enhanced and it also grants her the ability to blend and fly through a sandstorm freely.

She begins to run, then kicking off of the dry earth to fly through the sandy air. Her opponent is a Sand Elemental, able to control the grainy substance to its whim. And because of that it stopped the poor Smith family from growing their crops for the year.

Hovering through, she eyes the molded body, looking at its form. It was shaped as a woman with the texture of a sandcastle, but much more fearsome as it could recover with ease. Whenever Lucy attacked, the sand regained its form. It was as if she never touched it at all.

Lucy comes behind the entity as Scorpio distracts it, running around and never directly attacking. She whirls herself around with a foot extended, hitting the being in the head with her infamous Lucy Kick. The sand completely crumbles away but comes back just as fast. The gritty substance that dispersed swirled in the air before settling back to its original position, reforming the shape of the head.

The Sand Elemental begins to laugh distortedly as Lucy grunts to herself.

“You really think you can beat me?!” It whips around and the sandstorm begins to descend to the ground, instead coming together to pile around Lucy’s feet. She tries to struggle her way out but does so to no avail.

“What? I should be able to move in Scorpio’s form-” The sand reaches her neckline and begins to go beyond that. “Now, Scorpio!”

Scorpio points his stinger towards the Elemental. Instead of fighting fire with fire, he begins sucking in the sand towards the mechanical tail. It helped to disfigure the Elemental’s form in order to find a weak point.

As the being became translucent, a glimmering, grey light was found at the knee. Lucy’s eyes widen. She read in a book somewhere that the orb represents an Elemental’s soul (alike their brain). The light is usually colourful, but when darkened, its spirit had become corrupted. It was the one mark of weakness in her opponent.

Realizing she had no way of making direct contact to the knee, she turns to Natsu as he sits on a rock with Happy. Lucy told him to stay out of her fight so she could get better in battle. But it seems like he was ready to blow up at any moment; his eyes are sharp while glaring at the Sand Elemental, a concentrated look masking his face.

“Natsu! Her knee!” She yelps as the sand begins to consume the edges of her lips.

“Got it!” A blur of pink and suddenly the temperature of the whole area begins to rapidly increase. “Fire dragons…” Lucy stares at Natsu as the red fire quickly builds, panic rising within herself. He was aiming directly at the Elemental, and her.

“Wait, wait! Natsu, you’re going to hit me t-”

“-roar!” The flames burst out of his mouth and are centered towards the being’s weak spot. Over the time Natsu left to train, he learnt to use his power in a less violent and explosive way. The fire seems to shoot out in a solid line and the Elemental freezes in fear. The attack hits the targeted orb with full force…but also goes beyond that.

“Wahhh!” Lucy screams as she is shot out of the sky. Happy, who had been happily watching the whole battle quietly, chuckles to himself.

“She looks like a flying fish.”

Scorpio begins to chase after her, wanting to catch his contractor before she hits the ground.

“Why does this always happen to me?” Lucy asks with comical tears streaming out of her eyes, still flying in the air. Before Scorpio can reach her, Natsu seems to appear out of thin air and easily catches Lucy in his arms. She squeaks, noticing how gentle his hands are in holding her and how one was pretty close to her ass. Lucy flushes and squirms, jumping out of Natsu’s hands.

“Thanks.” She mutters, looking at Natsu from the corner of her eyes. He gives her his signature smile and throws an arm over her shoulder.

Scorpio looks smug before closing the gate on himself.

“No problem!” Natsu smiles. Lucy flushes in response, an irritating feeling burning somewhere deep inside her chest (as cheesy as that sounds). Both because of her changing feelings about her so called best friend, and the fight that she just battled.

She’s not an idiot in realizing her feelings. Although admittedly, it did take a while for her to confirm what she felt towards Natsu. Ever since their final battle with Zeref and Acnologia, there had been so many close calls. Each time she thought Natsu might’ve died while not losing hope that he was still alive, a piece of her felt lost. She couldn’t imagine a life without him and Happy. She could handle him leaving to train, but him leaving for good? That was a whole different story.

But of course, Natsu is as freaking dense as he is, so these feelings are going to be unrequited for quite awhile longer.

The other thing that bothered her was the fight. She told Natsu to stay out of it for the sake of improving her combat abilities, but she could never get by on brute force. Sure, she had brains that could help her out of any sticky situation, or the aid of her wonderful celestial spirits, but her strength alone left her vulnerable.

And that’s what frustrates her the most.

Because she has come so far; years of training towards the final battle with Zeref and Acnologia. So letting her weakness stay as her weakness was not an option. Turning to Natsu, she contemplates asking him something she’s been thinking of for a long time now. Lucy decides to just wing it. What’s the worst that can happen anyway?


“Yah, Luce?” Even saying her name made her shiver, oddly enough. He only ever used that nickname every so often, but since the final battle with his brother and the dragon king, they both unconsciously grew closer. There hasn’t been a day since then that he didn’t call her Luce, or he hadn’t slept in her bed. Now that she thinks about it, there hasn’t been a day where they weren’t by each other’s side at all.

Levy started making fun of her, saying that their relationship was close to a married couple. Lucy spat back a couple remarks concerning Gajeel and that quickly shut the blue haired girl up.

“Could you teach me how to fight?” She asks straight up. Natsu looks at her blankly, before his signature smile spreads across his face.

“Sure! But why?”

Lucy shrugs, “I need to get better at hand to hand combat. At the moment it’s my biggest weakness, and it always seems to get in the way of every fight I have.” He frowns.

“But that’s what I’m here for.” Natsu mumbles quietly. His eyes suddenly widen, as if just realizing what he said. “I mean yeah, I’ll help you get better.”

Happy cackles quietly in a corner, chorusing to himself about how, ‘he liiiikes her’.

“Great! Let’s start tomorrow morning, okay Natsu?” He smiles again in confirmation and they begin their walk towards the old barn. After collecting their reward money, the three enter the neighbouring town to explore. Fast forward through multiple visits to a couple of bookstores and restaurants, the sky has darkened to a bluish, purple hue. The clouds were no longer distinguishable and Lucy yawns, petting Happy, being careful not to wake him up.

Natsu looks at his two partners, feel some sort of righteousness in the moment. His eyes hovered over Happy to Lucy’s (squishy) face, before lowering to her exposed neck. Trailing down, his throat begins to grow dry as-

“Finally. There’s an inn here.” Lucy cuts into his thoughts, as she begins to jog lightly towards the blinking open-sign. Natsu shakes his head, feeling a little uncertain of his behaviour.

“Thank goodness, I’m tired from going to all of those bookstores.”

“And I feel like I gained 10 pounds from all of the food you bought, but you don’t hear me complaining.”

They enter the wooden cabin, taking in the musky scent of the small area. An elderly man sits at the front desk, seemingly staring at the wall. A soft snore leaves him and he shakes slightly. Lucy creeps towards him, feeling bad to wake him up but really wanting a place to clean up and sleep.

“Uh, excuse me.” He doesn’t move. “Sir? Sir!” The man flinches and slams his hands on the table, making Lucy and Natsu jump with dumbfounded looks on their faces. Happy still stays asleep throughout all of this.

“Yes! How may I help you?!” The man unnecessarily screams and Lucy sweat drops.

“Room for one please.” She murmurs, beginning to feel tired after the day’s events.

“You-you mean with one bed?” The man then whispers, stuttering. He looks between Lucy and Natsu as if it was the most scandalous thing ever. They weren’t even dating but either way it isn’t that big of a deal. And the guy works at a freaking inn, of course couples were going to come by and do the diggity.

Natsu, getting grumpy with how long this is taking, leans really close to the elder. “Listen ya’ old geezer, can we get a room or not?” He says sounding both whiny and playful.

The guy nods, blushing, and Lucy can’t help notice the resemblance between him and Erza.

“Up the stairs, the fourth door to the left.” He puts the key down and gets out of his seat, shuffling away. The two mutter their thanks and follow his instructions, entering their room for the night.

The suite is very homy. Although small, it emphasizes the comfortable vibe the cabin initially gives off. It has wooden planks that creek with every step taken, and a basic, wood carved bed lying in the centre. An old TV sat in front of the bed and beside it lay a mini living room. Two small, beige coloured couches circle a wooden table and the balcony is blocked by a glass door, covered by thin, brown curtains.

“You can change first. I’m going to get Happy comfortable on the couch.” Lucy says quietly, walking towards the two seats. Natsu makes a noise of confirmation and ruffles through his clothes. He enters the bathroom, changing into his red shorts and going topless. After freshing himself up he exits, only to find Lucy quietly dozing off.

He decides to wake her up, since she always complains about feeling disgusting in the morning if she doesn’t clean up the night before.

“Lucy.” Natsu whispers, leaning closer to her. His heart begins to speed up. The look of innocence on her face was…enticing? It made him feel powerful oddly enough. As if…

He shakes his head.

“Lucy!” This time he screams and she jumps up, screeching.

“Natsu! What the hell?” She groans, but drags herself out of the bed anyway. He smiles at her, patting her butt as she leaves. Lucy freezes, turning around to glare at the pink haired boy. He doesn’t seem to notice his actions as he goes to crawl into bed. “N-Natsu?”


Lucy sighs. “Nothing.” It’s Natsu of all people. He probably has no idea what that meant to an average person. As she enters the washroom, he catches the light, pink flush on her cheeks and smirks inwardly to himself.


Natsu has been confused all morning.

Now that he thinks about it, he’s been confused ever since Fairy Tail overcame their biggest battle yet. And it all has to do with a certain blonde weirdo.

He began to realize that whenever she hugged him, he felt things that he had never felt before. It was a source of comfort to him as they held each other in bed. Now, he always gets distracted. Both physically and mentally.

She appears a lot more precious to him now; the thought of Natsu losing her wasn’t something he could take again. When he found Lucy unconscious, blood layering her eyes as Dimaria stood over her, he automatically assumed the worst. It tore him apart, but due to the growing END tumour inside of him, it was quickly replaced with anger.

Natsu was never the type to look out for blood. A little violence is all right, but at that moment, he completely lost himself. He wanted revenge. Revenge for his Lucy.

And it made him hate himself a little more. Because after all that training, he could barely protect Lucy in time. It was even weirder the fact he didn’t exactly feel the same way he does for everyone else. Yes, of course he wants to protect all of his friends, all of his family. But with her, the feeling was a little bit stronger.

It shocks him more that now, he is actually teaching her how to fight.

“Okay Luce, come at me. Let’s see what you got.” He says while hopping on his feet, a rare time where he sounds serious. Happy (happily), munches on a fish while watching the two from afar.

Natsu wears the same outfit he always does, his long, black jacket flapping with every jump. Lucy has on a white, tight fitting shirt, flexible enough to accommodate her every movement. Her pants are impossibly short but it makes her more vulnerable, to further her training, she tells herself.

Not to impress Natsu at all.

Lucy jabs with her right fist, Natsu successfully blocking her attack. He notices that she did get a lot stronger compared to before he left. She then twists herself to do a sidekick to his ribs. His eyes flicker to her ankle, already anticipating her strike and grabs onto the limb, stopping it midway.

“Wah!” Lucy yelps and wobbles on her grounded leg. Looking at him sheepishly, he then drops her foot and scratches the back of his neck. Why does he feel so awkward?

“'Kay Luce, you need to move quicker. It looks like you hesitate every time you’re about to hit me.” Natsu says while nodding. He was never good with words but he wanted to try his best for Lucy. “And when you’re not on offence, you need to put up more of a guard. As if you’re looking for my next attack.”

She huffs but nods.

“Okay, let’s work on speed and strength. Hit me here with a jab.” He points at his right hand with his left. Lucy does so lightly, not wanting to hurt him. “It’s fine, hit me with all you have. Now do the other hand.” She follows through. “And now a side jab here.” He positions his right hand outwards his side.

“Good. Now faster.” They do the sequence a few times before he tells her to start with her left hand first. After awhile they arrange a repetitive pattern, switching the primary hit every turn and repeating a couple of times.

“Don’t be afraid, Natsu. You can go harder on me.” She says, slightly out of breath. His eyebrows furrow together. It was weird. He never did it on purpose, but when Lucy pointed it out, he realized it was true.

But also, her words had a hidden, naughtier intent that he couldn’t help noticing. Natsu decides to shake it off. Lucy wouldn’t have done it on purpose.

“If you say so, then let’s keep up what we just did for another half hour. Then we’ll move on to other stuff later.”

“Wait, hold up. On second thought-”


“Ah, fuck. I regret this already.”

The two continue training the rest of the morning. After they finished arms they worked on legs, solidifying Lucy’s front, round, and side kicks. Her speciality is the Lucy Kick after all.

Lucy’s mind whirls as she trains. Natsu was always a touchy person, but it was so different when they fought. Rough but somehow gentle.

His eyes are pinched in deep thought and is queerly serious. She knows he is focusing on holding himself back, but this side of him is rarely ever seen. She cracks a small smile, feeling a little proud of herself at seeing Natsu so fixed on one task.

So fixed on her.

The two end the training with an all body workout. They work on a series of crunches, squats, push-ups, and anything of that sort, building up Lucy’s strength and endurance. As they finish up, both are extremely sweaty and sticky. But it only occurs to Natsu when he really analyzes Lucy.

Her white shirt is soaked, sticking to her skin as the pale colour seems to seep through. The pink, lace bra slowly becomes more visible and Natsu gulps. Usually sweat isn’t a bother to him, but as it trickles down Lucy’s supple skin, down her neck and slickly below her thighs, Natsu gets more than just distracted.

He closes his eyes, forcing down his wild emotions while letting out a large breath of air.

“Are we done for today, Natsu?” She moans, clearly tired from the workout. He can’t stop the shiver from the way she says his name. His pants are starting to feel a little uncomfortable.

“Yeah.” He answers, his voice a little husky. Lucy notices this and he coughs, covering it up with a bad throat. He notices her rubbing her thighs together and his mouth begins to water.

Fuck, if he could shove her against a wall and-

Her voice cuts off his thoughts, “How do you do this everyday?”.

“Uh, I don’t know.” Natsu replies weakly. He gets up and starts jogging towards the room they had rented for the night, leaving a confused Lucy behind. Happy goes to fly after him while grabbing another fish from his pack. “I’m going to shower first.” Natsu calls back at the blonde.

And get rid of his little dragon, he thinks lamely.


It’s been exactly two months since they began training. Every single day, Lucy suffered from Natsu’s strict teachings. Finally, after a lot of begging (*cough* bribing), once today’s workout is done, she finally gets a day to relax.

And boy is she looking forward to it.

The rest of the guild was interested in Lucy’s training when the pair first mentioned it. Erza had offered to help in which Lucy denied profusely, not wanting to die. As Gray and a couple of other guys volunteered, Natsu was quick to turn them down. Mira always had an evil glint in her eyes as she noticed the quiet growl the pink haired boy emitted, a dangerous aura radiating from him whenever people noticed Lucy’s 'training’ clothes.

Mira starts whispering to Cana about it. “I bet you a hundred bucks they’re going to get together within a week.” The brunette alcoholic guffaws. She slams her booze on the table and leans in.

“I bet you two hundred they’ll hook up today.”

They look at each other dead in the eye as the said pair they bet on left the Guild. Happy stays behind and tries to offer Carla another fish, her response being to ignore him.

Lucy wasn’t expecting Natsu’s training to be so brutal. Then again she did ask him to not go easy on her, and her want to get better in combat quickly overruns any other thought. Still, a girl’s allowed to complain, right?

This time Lucy wore a blue, skin fitting crop top, that stuck to her stomach like second skin. She matches it with a pair of blue tights.

Lucy ties her hair in a ponytail while eyeing Natsu carefully.

He wears the same clothes he always does, but just at that moment, Natsu shrugs off his jacket. He unwraps the scarf around his neck and Lucy bites her lip.

Stop looking, stop looking, stop looking.

She forces her eyes shut, but then opens them not so long after.

Oh gosh darn it.

By now all Natsu wore was his pants and his sandles. His clothes were a heap on the floor. He picks up his scarf, his muscles flexing in all the right places while folding the cloth. Lucy senses her face heating up while Natsu kicks the rest of his clothes away, then putting the folded scarf on top.

How hygienic…

“Ready to go?” Lucy snaps out of her trance and looks back into Natsu’s eyes. It might’ve just been her but she could’ve sworn their was a glint of mischief in those two, dark orbs.

On the other hand, Natsu has definitely noticed her gawking and is internally smirking. His pride and ego increases.


They similarly do what they always did but more advanced. By now Lucy is able to smoothly perform the basic fighting movements. She works on her elbow strikes and putting more memento into her attacks, while simultaneously defending her weakest areas. At this point, all because of her prior experience, Lucy was able to move with grace and few mistakes.

They finish up, both sweating buckets and her poor body is once again extremely sore. She is so ready to go home and sleep.

“Alright, Luce, let’s fight again. I think you’ve had enough training.” Natsu smiles, feeling pleased at Lucy’s improvements. She groans.

And here she thought she could be lazy the rest of the day, Lucy thinks to herself.

“Prepare to get your ass kicked.” The celestial mage sneers playfully. She then smiles back and his heart drops. He blinks, shaking away the odd feeling and getting into position.

It’s been two months since they began training, but Natsu seems to want all of her attention. He craves her touch and closeness. It became quite a hindrance to him as he frequently got distracted by certain…assets.

Before, he was confused on why he felt that Lucy was so special to him. At this point he was sure of his feelings. He’s just bewildered at everything that was happening. It was all so strange and new to him.

But he was always an instinctive kind of guy, and he knew Lucy long enough that she wouldn’t allow something like this to get in the way of their relationship.

So Natsu did whatever he felt like doing to her, as long as it didn’t cross her boundaries. He often got close so he could nuzzle Lucy’s neck. His hands skim the handles of her waist, so perfectly shaped for him to hold onto, but he isn’t really sure what for.

He’s also grown a love for touching her ass. It was so big and squishy, and a good alternate to her boobs since she always got a lot more angry when he touched her there.

Lucy cocks her head and studies him, before copying his fighting stance. She can tell he is zoned out so she coughs. It successfully brings him out of his thoughts and he stares at her, dark eyed.

“Ready, Luce?” He hums.


And he strikes, deciding to take more of the offence side for their first fight. Of course he was going easy on her until she got increasingly better. Natsu swings, she blocks, and suddenly moves forward. Realizing that she’s aiming for his stomach, he brings the other hand down to block.

Lucy suddenly spins while jumping, her other foot smacking him on the shoulder as he retaliates with a jab to her stomach. Instead of letting herself recover the hit, she grabs his right wrist and twists, then jutting out to punch his cheek.

Natsu bounces back, smirking with a bruising cheek.

That’s my girl, he speculates.

They go on for a little while longer before Natsu is satisfied with Lucy’s shown progress. He decides to end it here.

Lucy spins, removing her arm from his grasp to thrust her leg into his hip. He lets her hit him and he grunts, slightly wobbling on his feet. She goes for another punch and he easily catches her fist.

“You did great. I think we can stop for today.” Natsu says deeply, breathing heavy as his chest rises and falls. Lucy’s body which was tense from the fight completely relaxes against her partner. She pouts a little bit and Natsu stiffens, desire spreading through all of his being.

“Aw man, even after all this time you were still going easy on me.”

But Natsu isn’t listening. Some how the blonde girl before him became very vulnerable and lost to his eyes. His heightened smell picks up her rosy scent, mixed with sweat and hormones. The musky smell triggers a low rumble at the pit of his stomach. He has a growing urge to taste her, to make Lucy keen with pleasure and completely lose herself to him.

His eyes flicker to her lips.

Natsu’s hand on her fist moves down to wrap around her wrist, pulling it behind his head. Lucy is yanked along with it, a quiet gasp leaving her mouth. He leans down and stares intently at Lucy’s eyes. Hers begin to lid, looking dazed and somewhat shocked. Her lips part and he revels in how soft and pink the pair looks.

Natsu slithers a hand around her waist, feeling a little moisture after their recent activities. At this point he’s running on impulse as he pulls her further to flush against him. Her breasts press onto his chest and he swallows, feeling himself react to her intimately.

Her free hand rests on his right bicep, gently gripping him to both physically and mentally steady herself. She uses it to maintain her balance as her knees start to shake. Their heads are close, Lucy’s nose skimming the underline of his as their breaths mingle together.

Lucy feels herself become even more vulnerable by the look Natsu gives her. He was always expressive with his actions, and the look he gives her makes her swoon. His sharp eyes look completely feral, somehow darkening to an emptier pit of black as his eyes flicker from her mouth to her eyes.

She feels everything against her; all his crevices. From his abs to something stiff poking at her lower stomach. Her body responds without her conscious mind as she spontaneously grinds against him, a groan spluttering out of his mouth.

Luce.” He says it as a warning and she can’t help but love it.

Lucy knew Natsu was innocent to these circumstances. But from the four years she’s known him, eleven if they include the Tenrou Island incident, there were many things other things.

She knew that after the battle with Acnologia, Natsu frequently gets nightmares and doesn’t feel comfortable sleeping unless he’s in Lucy’s bed. She knew how although he’s a complete goofball, he can be so loving and serious at times. And definitely how when he wants to be, he is a completely new, unknown, dominant individual.

But right now there are two things Lucy is sure of. Natsu goes off based on what he feels is right, and often knows when he is taking it too far. So if Natsu continues that expression he has towards her, as if she’s prey to be absolutely devoured, then that means his actions are honest. All Lucy knows is that if he wants to, she’s willing to entirely give herself up to him.

Little did she know that Natsu was thinking the exact same thing. His little, blonde weirdo wouldn’t be in this position if she hadn’t felt the slightest, same affection to him as he did her.

Lucy slides her tongue out of the confines of her lips, licking below sultrily. Natsu stares and his eyes glaze over. Something within him snaps altogether. He lunges forward, basically tackling her to the ground as he follows through on his dragon senses.

She exhales a lengthy moan as he to nips at her bottom lip and pulls, then slanting his mouth onto hers. They both melt, for them to finally connect with each other on a separate level. Lucy feels her heart warm and lifts her hands into his hair. She grips her new reins and tugs. Natsu groans against her, but a small smile splits across his mouth. He pulls away to pepper kisses all over her face and Lucy squirms, giggling nonstop.

Lucy grips onto his shoulders as he hovers above her, going back to ravaging her mouth and her doing the same. From the many stories that Lucy has read, she takes a hunch of what Natsu might like. She wants to please him, even though all of this is very new to her.

Lucy pulls away and shifts her head downwards, her lips skimming the side of his neck. Her mouth begins to quiver while forming little shapes. Her tongue then slips out to lick a small trail up his neck, deciding to equally express her fondness. She decides to take a risk and skims with her teeth, before biting the junction at his jawline.

Natsu growls, roughly grabbing Lucy’s hands which began roaming his body, to pin above her head. He eyes her heatedly before smiling wide. Lucy doesn’t know why but she begins to smile back, both of their hearts fluttering at the other’s bliss.

“Well that was fun.” She laughs quietly, completely out of breath. Again, Natsu follows his instincts in taking care of the girl in front – er, under him. He shifts his one hand to Lucy’s back, picking the girl up. He holds onto her thighs and positions her where she can easily wrap her legs around his waist, and easily wind her hands around his neck.

“We should include this in the training.” Natsu mutters, mostly to himself but Lucy answers anyways.

“You know what? I don’t want the break tomorrow. How about we train again, later today?” Lucy suggests, wiggling her eyebrows.

“Definitely.” Natsu smirks and kisses Lucy’s forehead. Her face turns into an all out beam as he begins walking them back to Lucy’s apartment. They’re silent, basking in each other’s company and too lazy to discuss their newfound relationship. It just kind of works for them, how they both knew there was now something more between each other, but there was no need to say what it is out loud. Not yet, anyways.

Lucy snuggles against Natsu and rubs her nose against his neck. Her eyes flutter shut as she sighs, beginning to feel exhausted.

“So…are we married now?” Natsu questions thoughtfully.


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I Can Manage On My Own (Lafayette x Reader)

(75 where the reader gets into a fist fight over civil rights and shocks Lafayette by winning, please? :)


Happy Sunday everyone! Enjoy!

You sat at your table and gripped your glass in anger. Lafayette quickly took notice, placing his hand on top of yours and rubbing gently in an attempt to soothe you. His hand rubbed gently on yours, reminding you that there were more important things than giving some idiot your attention. He was always incredible at calming you down; as fiery and hot-tempered as you sometimes were, gentle reminders from him subdued you instantly. However, this lasted about three seconds. Then the man, slightly tipsy with booze, spoke out again.

“All I’m saying, is if these people are actually looking for equal rights, then why can’t they bother to learn to read or write?”

You felt your blood begin to boil again. Like any slave had ever been given the opportunity or resources to become legible. This man had been at the bar for as long as you and Lafayette had been there, and was trouble since he first walked in the door. He sat and spewed racist, ignorant garbage every chance he found, loudly and obnoxiously enough to reach the ears of every patron in the restaurant, and probably the entire block.

“Their colored, uneducated selves deserve to be kept beneath us!” he continued, as he raised his mug of beer into the air, expecting cheers or applause. Everyone kept silent, and those seated close to him did not even bother to look at him.

You sighed and tried to direct your attention back to Lafayette. You two had a night off, and were trying to enjoy it. This man had other plans.

“And look, the revolutionaries in this bar sit in silence, knowing they can’t argue!” the drunken man called out, directing his attention to your table.

It was difficult to tell a regular man from a revolutionist. Their outfits were very similar, and did not stand out in a crowd. However, you were immediately recognized as one. The fact that you were a woman, not wearing a dress spoke volumes about you immediately, given the time period. Your white shirt, blue coat, and dark brown boots instantly set you apart from the crowd, and you could easily be labeled a revolutionary in the blink of an eye.

You couldn’t hold your tongue much longer, despite Lafayette’s best efforts.

“Sir, we are not agreeing with you. We are simply trying to ignore your idiotic statements, just as everyone else here is.” you stated, bold and unforgiving.

He seemed shocked by your response.

“And why do you, woman, think you have any business talking to me like that?”

“Excuse me?”

“Ah, I’ll speak a little slower so that you can understand, whore. Your. Lips. Weren’t. Made. For. Talking.” he spat, then proudly took another swig of his drink.

You stood up, hands curling into fists.

Lafayette immediately got up as well, placing his hand on your shoulder.

“(Y/N), arrêtez. He is not worth your time.” he said, desperately trying to coax you into sitting back down.

“You expect me to just sit here and take his insults?” you angrily asked, turning back to face him.

Non, we should just leave. Calmez-vous. Let idiots be idiots.”

“My good man,” the man suddenly spoke up again. “The next time you bring your bitch in here, be sure to keep her on a leash and a muzzle.” 

Now, it was Lafayette’s turn to step towards the man, beginning to steam with anger.

“(Y/N), sit down. I will take care of him.” he said, placing his hand on your shoulder and gesturing to the chair for you to sit before he pounded the man.

“I can manage on my own, thank you.” you said, refusing to move. “You don’t have to fight all my battles for me.”

“I don’t want you getting hurt, (Y/N), sit d-”

“He’s right, sweetheart! Wouldn’t want to hurt those pretty hands of yours!” the man called out, scooting out of his seat and walking towards you, grinning and preparing for a fight.

You looked up at Lafayette. You’re pretty sure he saw the absolute death in your eyes because he sighed, released your shoulder, and pressed his palm to his face. He knew there was no stopping you now.

Mon Dieu,” he mumbled into his hand. “Just please don’t get yourself killed.”

You looked at the man. He was still smirking, lifted his hand up and waved towards himself in a “come and get me” kind of manner, completely underestimating your abilities. 

The crowd of patrons eagerly watched, waiting for something to happen. There wasn’t a single other sound hanging in the air.

You cracked your knuckles.

“You’re gonna look real funny with your teeth pushed in.” you said through gritted teeth.

He raised his fists, and lazily swung at you. You quickly dodged it, then responded with an uppercut to his chin as he wobbled back into fighting position. He, still impaired by the sudden pain and alcohol, held onto the side of the table as he landed a sharp kick to your gut, followed immediately by his fist colliding with your cheek. You stumbled back, quickly stood up, and felt every fiber in your body catch fire. 

There was no way you were going to let this idiot hurt you. 

You stepped towards him, and almost with inhuman speed, landed a solid punch straight into his gut. He doubled over, and you used the opportunity to grab the back of his head by his hair. You them raised it, and then smacked it down onto the table he was using to support himself. You felt yourself lose a bit of control and you continued whacking his head into the wooden surface, a small pool of blood beginning to gather there.


He deserved this.


He’s a racist.


He’s a sexist.


He is the scum of the earth. 

You suddenly felt arms grab yours, and began to pry your hands out of his hair. You didn’t fight back, knowing that you had done the damage that needed to be done. You were then escorted by two very flustered bar tenders out of the establishment, as the observers of the fight cheered and the man crumpled to the floor, limp with unconsciousness. 

You were shoved out of the door, and onto the street, the darkness of night enveloping your body. You stood there, and began to catch your breath, your heart and adrenaline levels still skyrocketing. Your midsection and cheek throbbed slightly from the punches and kicks he placed on you.

The doors sprang open again as Lafayette exploded through them, quickly making his way over to you. 

“(Y/N)? You are okay?” he asked, cupping your face into his hands and scanning you over and over for visible signs of injury.

“I’m fine, Laffy.” 

“Are you insane? Did you see how much bigger he was than you? Oh, mon Dieu, you are an absolute moron. What if he had hurt you? Really hurt you? Are you such an impulsive person that you risk your well being due to your emotions towards people who don’t matter?” he rambled.

What you had done finally began to sink in, and you realized how stupid the entire situation was. You really had worried Lafayette. You hung your head in shame, regretting the past fifteen minutes.

“But still,” he began. “That was incredibly bad ass.”

You lifted your head up and looked at him, a grin slowly forming on your face as you saw him beam down at you.

“I just wanted to show him his place.” you humbly responded.

“Show him his place? (Y/N) you kicked him out of his place, out of the door and off the face of the Earth! I’ve never seen a more expertly-executed ass whooping!” He exclaimed, excitement and pride in his voice as you giggled, laughing at his choice of words.

He continued to explain his favorite parts of the fights to you: the crowds’ reactions, and the reluctance of the bartenders to step in and stop you, both because they knew the asshole deserved it, and because you were a bit scary. He recounted these facts like a little kid, brimming with animation and enthusiasm. You couldn’t help but laugh at it; he was being absolutely adorable.

“But honestly, mi amour, I didn’t know you had it in you,” he ended, looking like a proud parent.

You shrugged. 

“What can I say? You learn a lot of fighting techniques when you’re building a new nation.”

“You’re absolutely incredible,” he said, still not quite over the excitement of the events that just took place. “But you’re not hurt? You’re okay?”

He brushed his hand along your cheek, and took notice when you winced in pain.

“Just fine, Laffy.” you lied.

He tutted and examined the forming bruise closely. 

“How about you come and stay the night at my place?” he offered. “I know a special remedy for cheek bruises.”

“Oh really?” you asked, having a hard time believing there was any cheek bruise ailment. “And what may that be?”

“This.” he replied, swooping down and quickly pressing his lips sweetly to your cheek.

You blushed deeply as he stood back up, looking down at you, eyes brimming with endearment.

“And there are more of those awaiting at your house?” you asked, flirting.

“Plenty.” he said, cocking his head down at you and waiting for a response. 

“Well we’d better get going then,” you said, taking his hand and beginning to lead him down the road.

He quickly joined your side, arm wrapping around your shoulders as you walked further into the night. The restaurant still shone with light, alive with sound and laughter, as if the brawl had never even happened.

Feel Me: short story

Pairings: Bucky x (enhanced) reader

Warnings: smut, swearing, anxiety, fluff

After living in New York for little over two years, you had a steady job at a lunchroom. It wasn’t all that glamorous, but you enjoyed it.

The second week in working your new job, in a new city, in a new country even, a man walked through the door just as you opened up shop. He seemed shy and timid, and waited with patience until you finished locking down the doors so they wouldn’t slam shut.

‘Good Morning’ you said with a smile, as you noticed that he still wouldn’t look at you as you spoke. It wasn’t that he was trying to be rude, he was nervous.

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Fight for Me (Ch.1)

Pairing: Commoner/Knight!Seokjin x Princess!OC
Genre: Royalty!AU, Friendship, Romance, Comedy, & Slight-Angst
Words: 5,677
※ Song(s) That Inspired Me: Jig (The Little Mermaid) | Tour of the kingdom
POV: 3rd Person

Summary: Once upon a time, there was a not-so-traditional kingdom. In that kingdom, the royal family had the freedom of marrying whoever his or her royal highness deems worthy. Now, of course, having that special privilege came with some interesting challenges, but that doesn’t stop a certain head-strong princess from doing whatever her heart’s desire, especially when she has her heart set on marrying her personal bodyguard. Unfortunately, her beliefs might face some hardships when a certain king sets his eye on her. Will her bodyguard continue to fight for her or is it finally her turn? 

Next time: ch.2 | ch.3 | ch.4

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Missed chances

Just a little something that refused to leave my mind. SO much that i rushed through making dinner and wrote this Victorian AU. I have taken plenty liberties with this (just as with my recipe for dinner). Excuse the mistakes please.

“Miss Hooper. I am so very glad to see you.”

“Colonel James. I am glad to see you are doing well.”

“May I be so bold as to ask for the next dance?”

Molly hesitated. Her fortune had taken a turn since the last year she was at such a ball; the ton didn’t let her forget that.

“I don’t think that would be appropriate Colonel. I am here not as an invitee but as Lady Adler’s companion.” At his confused expression, she added, “Lady Adler hates to call me a maid, but that’s what I am now.”

“Ah. I did hear about your aunt and uncle, my sincerest condolences.”

“Thank you.”

The man looked at her plain, ring less hand and looked at her in shock. In hesitant tones, he offered his apologies for her current state of affairs.

“It is what it is, Colonel. I do not blame Lord Holmes, some things are just not meant to be.”

The young colonel focussed his bright eyes absolutely on her, a beautiful smile slowly illuminating his face.

“Then we must dance, Miss Hooper. Fortune never favours those down on their luck, but we mustn’t stop trying.”

There was such sincerity in his words, such honesty in his eyes that Molly threw caution and propriety to the winds and accepted his offer to dance. As they moved around the room, ignoring the scandalised looked on the face of the people, they also missed the happy smile on Lady Adler’s face.

As well as the hardened face of the younger Lord Holmes.


What games was destiny planning to play on her further, she mused as she saw the dancers move around the room. This same place had been the source of happiness that had lasted a wonderful three years, before war and illness took it all away. Now on her own again, she had returned to London and faced the ignominy of being in the same hall, amongst the same people of the ton, but in a rather different status.

She had been a newly engaged girl the first year, the next a newly orphaned who had her engagement broken but who also happened to meet the man who would be her husband. And now again, as a young widow, with nothing much to her name and in the company of the same Lady Adler, this time as the governess for her pretty twin daughters.

Daughters who are three were a handful and had sneaked out into the hall filled with dancing men and women in the finest.

“There, you two. Right back we head, or else there would be no story at bedtime for the whole next week!”

She had learned long ago ignore their pouts and as she led them away from the sounds and celebrations, she heard a deep voice call her name.

“Molly…err, Mrs James.”  

She knew that voice only too well, it had haunted her till the day her husband replaced its barbed tones with his own, loving ones.

“Lord Holmes. You will have to excuse me, I have to escort these pretty ladies back to their rooms.”

“Never mind that, Molly. Tonight the whole arrangement is tedious, I would prefer to call an early night with the girls. How about that, you two monkeys?” Lady Adler had intervened, not bothering to hide the look of intent on her face. There was no protest that could hold water in front of the twin’s jubilation, so Molly was left in the corridor, away from the dance and facing the man who had once been her fiancé.

“Please accept my deepest condolences.”

“Thank you, Lord Holmes. You are very kind.”

She refused to look up, to see his eyes that had at one time mesmerised her so completely. To be honest, she was scared of her own susceptibility, of his ability to sneak up behind the walls she put up. She had had a lifetime of getting burnt by his acerbic tongue, she just couldn’t face any more of it.

There was an awkward silence as she looked anywhere but at him, while from the corner of her eye she could see him stare at her.

“I was an idiot, a bloody moron.”

The viciousness of his words shocked her enough to look at him, her eyes wide.

“Lord Holmes!”

“It is true. And I have never regretted anything more in my life than the pain I gave you.”

“Lord Holmes, you were offered an out from our engagement when my uncle died, and you took it. We can only be held sincere to our own heart, and you did what you wanted. That’s the least one can expect.”

“How?” he ground out, moving closer. “How do you always do that? Why do you always forgive? You’ve done it all your life, and what have you got in exchange?”

She didn’t back away, feeling that her doing so would give him power over her. She didn’t want to be in that position again.

“Peace. Quiet. They are underrated by many, but I hold these emotions in high regard.”

He had captured her gaze now; she would’ve been unable to look away even if she’d wanted.

“Can you forgive me again?”

“There is nothing to forgive.”

“I am an arrogant, selfish man. And I admit now that you tethered me, kept me grounded. I have been floundering all these years and I admit I was wrong to let you go. But you looked so relieved, and at peace dancing with the colonel that night…I couldn’t speak up.”

His confession stunned her. She could see the honesty in his eyes clearly accompanied by a dose of uncertainty, a new emotion on him.

“Lord Holmes-”

“And then I saw you at Irene’s again last week…I had to leave abruptly. And not because I couldn’t stand you Molly but because it was all I could do to not pull you in my arms.”

Her eyes had widened at the use of her name, a liberty that he had always taken. She couldn’t breathe; this mustn’t be happening. Things like this simply didn’t happen to women like her, what with her current status of a widow. Is that why he was saying what he was saying?

“You can never accuse me of showing pity or being considerate, Molly. And no, your current social standing has nothing to do with it. I ask you because I have a chance to make good on my earlier mistake and I am selfish enough to try again. But will you? Will you let me love you again?…Will you marry me?”

She should say no. It had been almost two years since Thomas had passed away, but she should still give herself time to think. To weigh the sincerity in his words, to weigh on the propriety of the proposal. She should move away from him and tell him to call her in the daylight when he would’ve had time to rethink and call out on his madness. Maybe they could meet under chaperoned circumstances, maybe someone would intervene and bring Lord Holmes to his senses.

She should’ve done any of the above, instead she heard herself whisper a quiet “Yes.”

He took her hands in his own and kissed them before pulling her in his arms and kissing her. There was nothing chaste in the kiss he bestowed on her, in fact he looked proud as a peacock as he lead her back to the ballroom, all mussed up and with red cheeks.

They had eyes only for each other, as the butler announced, “Lord Holmes, and his fiancee Molly James.”