i have been playing around and i ended up with this and now i'm tired

dabard95  asked:

Imagine Percy has gone off to help some hapless campers once again, and Annabeth isn't too worried because come on, it's PERCY. Then she reaches into her pocket for something, some change or her keys maybe, and instead she pulls out Riptide in its pen form.

Her fingers close around something narrow and smooth, and Annabeth’s heart stutters to a stop in her chest. 

The kids are dancing around her knees, squealing and hitting out at each other, each calling for her attention, and the baby’s balanced on her hip and crying because her favourite pacifier has gone missing and the gods know she won’t accept any replacements. They’re running horrendously late for lunch with Frederick, and it’s pure chaos, but everything slows down as Annabeth pulls her hand out of her pocket and looks down to see the pen. The magical pen that is always meant to find its way back to Percy’s pocket.

But it’s not in Percy’s pocket, it’s in hers, and that means that he’s gone out to help rescue some campers stranded by the Hudson without any weapon.

Oh, shit.

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anonymous asked:

Hi! I love your blog so much! If it's not too much trouble, could I request RFA (+ Saeran if possible?) after the RFA party? I'm dying for fluff ;0;

Hope this helps your fluff craving~ Enjoy! 


  • He wanted to take you away from the press and reporters
  • So, Zen takes you downtown to a secluded cafe
  • But instead of sitting down to drink the coffee, he takes you around the little town
  • You two walk into little shops and see all the items
  • He takes you to a bridge nearby to see the cityscape
  • You two spend most of the time talking and right before you’re about to leave, he pulls out on of those locks
  • You write both of your name in sharpies and attach it to the bridge
  • He brings you back to his place and you order some take out
  • You’re really tired so you crash on the couch
  • He slides next to you and buries his face in your shoulder
  • You’re running your fingers through his hair and next thing you know, you had both fallen asleep
  • You almost missed the food delivery
  • Despite being exhausted, you two talk late into the night until you fall asleep on the couch again
  • He just carries you gently into the guest room before returning to his own


  • He wasn’t exactly supposed to be at the party for that long
  • So, once it was over, you and the rest of the members forced him to go back to the hospital to finish his treatment
  • He only has to stay until evening
  • You decided to stay with him the rest of the day
  • He doesn’t have any video games, so you go down to the gift shop and get a pack of cards and a few boardgames
  • You’re mostly talking while playing, and it’s really nice
  • He keeps commenting on all your little habits and quirks, since this is the first day he’s actually seen you
  • When he’s finally discharged, you drive him home and he invites you inside for some coffee
  • Even though you insist he needs rest, you eventually give in
  • As soon as you walk in, it smells like lemon cleaner and vanilla candles, which is so like him
  • He shows you around his place and you find it cute when he gets flustered if you point out one of his collectibles or cute knick knacks
  • Despite his eye, he makes you a cup of coffee and you two talk in the kitchen
  • You can’t stay late and he needs rest, so you eventually have to call it a night
  • But he walks you to his car and gives you a few more soft kisses
  • The sweet taste of coffee accompanies your smile all the way back to your apartment that night


  • The party was a success and the buzz of all the people made you giddy
  • And besides that, the fact that you and Jaehee were going to be partners for the cafe was beyond exciting
  • Seeing you so ecstatic, Jaehee surprised you by taking you to the cafe she bought right after the party
  • Your enthusiasm was contagious and you two spent your time looking at the empty spot, imagining how you would redecorate the place
  • Afterwards, you drag her to a home improvement store so you can look at paint and color schemes
  • You get a bunch of samples to look at later
  • By the time you’re done there, your extra energy is worn out and Jaehee is also crashing from the day’s activities
  • You invite her back to the apartment since it’s closer than her place
  • You guys pick up some food on the way back and eat up a storm
  • You’re talking about so many things, sometimes funny and silly moments of your favorite singers and other times very deep and serious conversations about your lives and future
  • In the end, you lose track of time and it’s already past midnight
  • Trying to get Jaehee a little more out of her shell, you tell her just to stay the night
  • She’s hesitant at first, but she’s so comfortable with you now she agrees
  • You bring out extra pillows and blankets and you two continue your conversation over a DVD of Zen’s latest musical
  • Eventually, you get tuckered out and you both fall asleep on the couch


  • The last eleven days had been a rollercoaster of events with the party and with Jumin sorting out his own emotions
  • So, Jumin hoped to take you on a calmer outing after the party
  • At first, he suggested a high end fancy restaurant, but you asked if he wanted to take a stroll in the park first
  • You both change into more comfortable clothes  
  • Turns out Jumin has three outfits that aren’t part of a suit
  • He’s a bit stiff at first, since he’s not used to just walking and talking casually
  • But then you slip your hand in his and you feel him relax
  • He’s intrigued by the small vendors selling ice cream or cotton candy
  • He buys you both some shaved ice and you find a quiet bench
  • He takes some blurry photos of you and the lake and even some of the ducks
  • Once dinner rolls around, he gets his wish and takes you to a nice restaurant
  • You can’t help but love the contrast between the two outings, but somehow it brings out the best of Jumin
  • After the meal, he takes you onto a secluded balcony on the top floor of the restaurant
  • He takes your hands and thanks you for everything in the past few days
  • You say a few loving words of your own
  • For the first time, everything is slow and beautiful and you take in every second 
  • At the end of the night, he accompanies you as far as he can to return you safely to the apartment
  • And as you lay down in bed that night, you can’t help but feel a shift in your life for the better


  • You two didn’t get to go to the first RFA party, so the second one is very exciting for you both
  • But afterwards, you were both a little drained from all the guests and interactions
  • So, he takes you to a nice diner to get some milkshakes and discuss what happened
  • You both exchange stories of awkward moments or funny incidents during the party until you’re laughing so hard your sides hurt
  • Feeling a bit more energized, you both want to do something else before you head home
  • Impromptu trip to the nearest planetarium it is
  • It’s actually rather peaceful and sentimental for you both since it’s something you two talked about doing the first time you met
  • Since it’s still the middle of the day, there aren’t a lot of people there
  • You and Seven get to share some private moments where you’re just holding hands or resting your head on his shoulder as the show plays
  • When it comes to the other displays, you two start taking stupid pictures next to them and adding funny captions and filters on Clapchat
  • You stay there longer than necessary
  • Mostly because you both have a blast in the gift shop looking and hundreds of quirky space themed things before choosing one thing to buy
  • Around dinner, you two head to his place since you thought it might be nice to cook a meal and share it with Saeran as well
  • Only, you made the mistake of laying on his couch for a few minutes to scroll through your phone after such a long trip…and Seven made the mistake of joining you
  • Saeran is waking you both up a few hours later with some take out he ordered already waiting in the kitchen


  • He didn’t feel comfortable coming to an RFA party until it was about the third one you planned
  • Everything was really great, and he even talked to a few guests
  • But the crowd got overwhelming and you found him in the hallway by the time the party was over
  • You could tell he was drained so you drag him to the ice cream shop
  • He was expecting to stay there and eat it, but instead you take his hand and start walking
  • He thinks you have a plan, but halfway through town and realizes you don’t
  • So he just goes along with you as you grab his hand and swing it back and forth
  • He surprises you when he pulls you into a bus that travels to the town over
  • He’s not used to being “spontaneous” but he wanted to try
  • You guys find a small little bakery where you grab something to eat
  • Then as you’re wandering, you pass by a cat cafe and you can’t resist going in
  • At first, Saeran is super jumpy with all the cats around, but there’s one reddish kitten that calmly jumps onto his lap and sits there
  • You watch as a small smile grows on his lips when he pets it
  • At one point, you even lost him in the place because he was following the one cat around
  • He’s reluctant to leave, finding the cats therapeutic by the end
  • You guys catch a bus to take you back home, and thankfully get some seats in the back
  • You rest your head on his shoulder and end up falling asleep
  • He hesitantly wraps his arm around you and pulls you close as he looks through the window at the passing scenery
  • For the first time in a very long time, he feels at peace and he’s even a little sad when the bus comes to your stop 

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theother-fiftyone  asked:

ok um i'm trash but um can i have a fic where like michael is really protective of jeremy (for whatever reason) and just everyone is gay and it's great

Ay, back at it again with the late replies to asks I should have done ages ago (IM SORRY). Hope this will suffice, thank you for the prompt!


The plan was for Jeremy to get out of hospital, ask out Christine and live a normal high school life as a normal high school teenager - now with a few more friends. What Jeremy wasn’t anticipating was Michael’s change in attitude when he got back.

Michael, his best friend for twelve years, had suddenly become very… attached to Jeremy. He hadn’t noticed at first, focusing more on his plan to ask out Christine or catching up on any work that The Squip had previously deemed ‘uncool’ or ‘useless’. But as the days went by Jeremy began to notice Michael’s presence more and more. Sure, it wasn’t uncommon for Michael to have his bad days and follow Jeremy around for the majority of the school day but by the end of the week Jeremy couldn’t think of one instance where Michael had left his side.

When Monday came, Jeremy found Michael waiting outside his house to walk to school. The two stood side by side as Michael hopped along the pavement with his headphones around his neck, looking around as if he was expecting someone to pop out behind the passing houses. As he began to calm down, Jeremy took a closer look at his best friend. He noticed that his eyes were slightly more droopy than normal, little bags had begun to form underneath them. His hair was ruffled and he was wearing the wrong shoes, as if he was in a hurry to leave the house. Despite this, Michael still wore his generic giddy smile on his face, the look which made Jeremy’s heart melt slightly on the inside.

At lunch time, Rich and Jake approached the two, asking if they wanted to join them at their table in the far corner of the cafeteria. There sat the rest of the group - Brooke, Chloe, Jenna and Christine - eagerly waving at the best friends. Before Jeremy could reply with some cheap excuse as to why he wasn’t feeling well all of a sudden, Michael jumped in between them, turning to Jeremy.

“Come on dude, lets go sit with them! It’ll- It’ll be fun,” he stammered out the last past, suddenly dragging his best friend across the hall before he had a chance to protest. Under his breath, Jeremy heard him mutter “no harm done yeah? Yeah…”

Jeremy, naive Jeremy, brushed off the encounter as Michael just acting up as he sometimes did. But a few days later Jeremy was walking down the hallway on the way to his next class when he heard Michael catch up to him, skidding to a stop once he reached his best friend.

“How was math?” He small talked, slurping the remains of his slushie.

“It was fine, I guess. I wish Mr David would ease up on the homework though, I’m starting to get-” before Jeremy could continue, he was stopped in his tracks by Michael. He turned to see a mixture of anger and fright on his face, a look that really didn’t suit him. Jeremy tried to follow his line of sight but was cut off by Christine shouting his name from down the hallway. He looked back and waved, but when he returned to his best friend’s gaze it was gone, replaced with what looked to be a sympathetic smile as he saw Christine.

“I’ll… uh- catch up with you later Jer,” he mumbled before setting off in the opposite direction without letting Jeremy say a word.

Jeremy tried to give Christine a decent conversation but it was clear he was distracted by something else. He kept turning to look down the hallway in which Michael had seen something, making him stop dead in his tracks. He couldn’t help but wonder what he had seen. Jeremy briefly heard Christine asking if he was alright, to which he replied some rehearsed nonsense about being tired from schoolwork while he continued to focus on the hallway.

It wasn’t until Friday afternoon that he discovered what Michael had been so frightened of.

Jeremy had just finished play rehearsal with the gang and was making his way through the school hallways to go home. Just as the doors came into sight, he spotted a group of - maybe two or three - boys hanging around the doorway, blocking the entrance. They seemed to be waiting for someone, so Jeremy naturally assumed they were one of the many friends of Jake or Chloe. However, as he began to approach, one of the boys spotted him coming and alerted the other two of his arrival. Confused, Jeremy stopped walking and spoke up;

“Um hi… could I get past please? You’re kind of blocking the door,” he stuttered, trying not to mess up his wording in front of the intimidating boys. But neither moved an inch. Instead, the main boy came forward, speaking slowly and articulating his words so precisely it sent a shiver down Jeremy’s spine.

“That was kind of the point mate,” he chuckled and the other two joined in. “We were just waiting for someone…”

“Oh…” said Jeremy, slowly shifting his feet. “W-who?”

Deep down, he already knew the answer.


Now, Jeremy had dealt with bullies before, being a loser and all. He was used to the unoriginal insults and the occasional shove. But these guys were clearly not messing around, going out of their way to wait for him after school and everything. Jeremy took a step backwards in fear.

“You’re the guy that possessed my brother yeah?” The main boy snarled. Jeremy’s face twitched for a second, taking another step back.


“He told me bout it. Said some dude in his drama rehearsal tried to take over the whole cast. Course, the guy doesn’t care now. He’s way too forgiving for his own good my brother,” the boy continued, slowly inching forwards. His friends had now joined his march a few feet behind him. “Fortunately for you, I’m nothing like the guy. I’m a solid believer that you deserve what’s coming to you buddy.”

Jeremy wasn’t entirely sure what to do. He couldn’t keep retreating forever, the gang would eventually catch up to him, and there was no way he was going to slip past these three boys. Caught up in his thinking, he stopped retreating. Jeremy realised his mistake too late as he felt his whole body smash up against a locker. His head smacked the metal plating behind him, causing an immediate headache to rush into his head. He blinked and locked eyes with the bully.

“Or maybe, I just want an excuse to beat up a nerd,” he smirked, lifting his fist to the air. His two friends stood back, watching the whole ordeal go down without interfering. Jeremy shut his eyes closed and tensed up, preparing himself for a blow to the face at any moment.

Instead, he felt his body suddenly drop the ground as a loud grunt came from the boy. Confused, he peeled his eyes open to see the previously menacing boy sprawled across the floor with a bloody nose. His two friends had stepped back in fear at the cause of the punch. The guy responsible stepped forward and glared at the two, signalling - or warning - for them to leave. They did as instructed, picking up the brother and rushing out the door without saying a word.

Jeremy’s head had began to ease up just enough for him to start to process what had just happened when his arm was flown over a shoulder and he was heaved up onto his feat. The familiar smell of weed and slushie suddenly hit him and he knew exactly who had come to him rescue.

“Michael?” He spat out, turning to face the boy. Now that he was fully standing on his own, he could focus on the boy. Michael’s face was covered in sweat. His eyes glimmered with a hint of fear and relief at the sight of his best friend and a large bruise had begun to form on his knuckle from where he had punched the bully.

“Michael,” he said again, this time more definite. It was at that point where Michael’s intimidating persona faded as his eyes began to well up with tears. He flung himself onto Jeremy and dug his head in his neck as he began to sob.

“I’m- I’m sorry I just…” he muttered through his tears, “I heard them… when you came back to school- they were talking about what they were going to do to you- and I just… I just wanted to make sure that you were ok-”

“Thank you Michael,” was all Jeremy could muster before his eyes too began to fill up with tears. The boys sat there, in the school hallway, for about ten minutes silently crying until Jeremy sat up and pulled Michael up with him as they slowly made their way out of the building.


“Morning!” Jeremy greeted his friends by the school entrance. By his side was Michael with his bandaged knuckle and huge smile on his face.

“Morning bro!” Replied Jake. The group shared a quick conversation before entering the school and as they walked down the hallway Michael stood proudly by Jeremy’s side.

“Oh my gosh Michael,” exclaimed Christine as she noticed the white bandages across his hand, “what happened? Are you hurt?”

“Don’t worry Chris,” replied Jeremy, putting a hand on his best friend’s shoulder, “he’s got it under control.”

Just up ahead, a brief conversation between Rich and Jake could be heard.

“Now that I think about it, my bro was acting a little strange last night. He came home with a broken nose and started ranting on about this dude in a hoodie.”

“No way!” Rich cried, “your bro got beat up by some kid in a jacket?”

“Yeah yeash,” replied Jake who appeared to be pondering the thought. “He said someone about him being utterly terrifying, looming over him and protecting his lanky best-”

Slowly, the two boys locked eyes and turned to find Michael’s hand bruised after Christine insisted on changing the bandage. He looked up to see the boys staring and smirked. Turning to Jeremy, he flew an arm around his shoulder and paraded forward, passing the two as he went. Turning round, Michael brought his damaged hand up to his eyes and returned the glare, signalling NOT to touch his best friend in case they also wanted a piece of what he could do.

Deep down, Michael just wanted his hand to heal quicker. He couldn’t press the buttons on the controller properly with a bruised knuckle, but the image of being a type of bodyguard for Jeremy - it made it all worthwhile.

@arabian-batboy said: Can you write something where Bruce comes across Jason in an alley after his resurrection but before Talia took him in & since he couldn’t talk at that time (& because he’s supposed to be dead) Bruce thinks it’s just a hallucination and just leaves him?

It had been a long time since Bruce was afraid of ghosts, mostly because they never left him alone. If this one seemed more real than usual, hey, it had been a rough day.

Always was, this time of year. 

April 27th. Bruce liked to think he was getting better— maybe some year he wouldn’t find himself lurking in Crime Alley on today, the anniversary of Jason’s death— but he wasn’t there yet.

It made sense. How was he supposed to forget Jason? That was what it would take, Bruce knew, to leave the guilt behind. Every time Jason crossed his mind, it all came crashing back: the grief and shame and pain in his chest. 

Flashbacks, sometimes. Hallucinations.

He wasn’t particularly surprised to see his dead son lying on the cobblestones. It was bound to happen today. 

Bruce took a deep breath. It was time for another hell ride through his own subconsciousness. What would it be this time?

Older, he thought— this Jason looked older, the age he would be if he had lived. That was normal; Bruce spent a lot of time imagining Jason alive and growing up. This Jason looked like he had been on the street for a long time, and Bruce could explain that too; they’d met on this spot when Jason was young and homeless. Of course he was remembering that day. 

Bruce blinked away the image of Jason, small and defiant, sprinting towards the mouth of the alley with his tire iron. Who hit the Batman with a tire iron? Jason did. Jason was…

Well, Jason was dead. Jason had been extraordinary— brave, bright, explosive, kind— but he was gone, and the illusion on the pavement was just that: an illusion. A memory. Bruce’s mind playing tricks.

The punishment he deserved. He could feel it beginning like it always did, his heartbeat pounding in his ears, his fingertips, his chest, rooting him to the stone underneath him until he couldn’t run— not that he should run. He hadn’t saved Jason. The least he could do was feel it.

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kapower  asked:

I'm a slut for your writing so how about like a progession from 52,73,151, to 184? If not, any of the above would be adorbs in your writing bae😙💕

Thunderstorm Revelations

Pairing; Nalu

Word Count; 2417

A/N; BAE I’M SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG OMFG. But thanks for the prompt!! <3

52: “ Can we cuddle? ”

73: “ Oh, Are you ticklish? ”

151: “ I can’t feel my legs! ”

184: “ Can I touch you? ”

Natsu sat in the center of the sofa, one of Lucy’s books perched on his knee as he flipped through it absentmindedly. Lucy was always weird about him reading her stuff, and so he tried to wait until at least the third draft before sneaking a look at it. Lucy had been in a rut, however, and so Natsu was forced to reread her previous chapters to fend off his boredom.

Magnolia was all but shut down under the heavy thunderstorm outside, Lucy and Natsu trapped in her apartment on Strawberry Street as it had been closer than the guild. She had sent a lacrima message to the guild, letting everyone know her and Natsu were safe but wouldn’t be going to the guild that day. Happy had been especially upset, needing to be talked down from flying through the storm by Lucy. Natsu had been forced to bribe the exceed with the promise of all of Natsu’s catch next time they went fishing.

Natsu sighed loudly, leaning his head against the back of Lucy’s sofa and closing his eyes. She had been drying off for forever, and Natsu didn’t understand why he couldn’t have just dried her off himself. Lucy was so weird she had squawked and turned bright red at his offer, and now she was wasting time drying her hair when they could be playing cards.

A loud boom outside caught Natsu’s attention, the thunder harsh and sudden when he wasn’t watching the flashes of lighting outside the window. The lights flickered overhead, Natsu mentally threatening them if they went out. Lucy got all antsy in the dark with him, which bothered Natsu. She knew he would never try anything, didn’t she?

Besides, it wasn’t like Lucy was even aware of how Natsu felt.

Natsu cocked his head, tracking the soft padding of Lucy’s socked feet walking towards him.

Another crack of thunder rang in the sky, and Natsu opened his eyes with a frown when he sensed Lucy tense beside him. She looked pale, half dried hair thrown in a messy braid and large shirt trailing to her mid thigh.

“Can we cuddle?” Lucy asked, voice timid as she looked at her hands clasped in front of her. Natsu opened his mouth to ask her why she wanted to cuddle when a third boom shook the small apartment, Lucy flinching and curling into herself at the noise.

“Course, weirdo.” Natsu said instead, grinning at her easily. She smiled at him, shy and thankful in response as she slipped onto the couch beside him. Natsu shifted them around, his back now tucked into the corner of the couch and Lucy curled under his arm. She squeaked and pressed into his side firmly when the power shut off, the room falling into pitch blackness while the sky roared.

Natsu ran a comforting hand over Lucy’s back, soothing her small shakes as he tried to think. It had never occurred to Natsu that Lucy might be afraid of thunderstorms, and frankly he didn’t know what to say.

“You, er, alright, Luce?” Natsu asked, watching her face in the dark. The pale light coming from the window behind them was all Natsu needed to easily see in the room, but obviously from the unfocused expression she wore it wasn’t enough for Lucy.

“I’m fine Natsu. Just… don’t like thunder.” Lucy tried to brush off, but another loud crack of thunder sent her head burrowing into Natsu’s chest in fear.

“I think it’s more than a little dislike there, Luce.” Natsu commented dryly, tightening his arm around her and pulling her closer as he spoke.

“Oh shut up.” Lucy exhaled, hand relaxing as she bickered with Natsu. He grinned to himself, proud his plan had worked. He tensed as he sensed the change in the atmosphere, squeezing Lucy tight as a flash of lightning lit up the room, quickly followed by the booming thunder. Natsu looked over her face, tracing the tired pinching and tenseness she held on her face, thinking she was concealed by the dark.

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So more on Dexter Grif (season 15 episode 6 spoilers)

Remember back in season 10 when Doc was giving his speech on the good stuff that happened to everyone thanks to Project Freelancer and all adventures of the Reds and Blues? The only two people he hadn’t addressed had been Caboose – who lost Church, and Grif. It might have been because Grif got the, well, Grifshot. Or maybe because he never got what he truly wanted and… After now I think about that a lot.

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fuckfuckfuck this is sooo late. writer’s block completely crashed into me and screwed me over. i don’t know how to write anymore i’m sorry D: 

prompt fill for the fantastic @prompt-master​!! <3

“–Jeremy? You’re spacing out.”

Michael regrets the words when he sees Jeremy’s shoulders tense up, his whole body going rigid. “Shit, I didn’t mean to startle you.”

“No, I–” Jeremy swerves around to face his best friend, blinking owlishly. “I’m fine. Sorry.”

Michael studies him closely. He seems fine, but the blue of his eyes is a bit duller than usual–an airy blue adulterated with gray, like a sky anticipating a rainstorm. It’s a little concerning. His eyes only look like that when he’s sad. Or tired.

“Are you okay?”

Jeremy blinks, clearly startled by the question. “What? Yeah. I’m–good. I’m great.” He smiles–thank god it’s a genuine smile–and Michael relaxes just a little. 

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Day 29: Magnus + being the High Warlock of Brooklyn

His day began with three quick knocks on the door. Even as the third hit landed, he was off from his bed, hands reaching for his robes, magic the last thing on his mind as he hurried to get to the door in time, well aware that his early morning visitor only gave three chances before she would disappear and he wouldn’t see her in months. Three successive knocks repeated three times, and that was the only warning he got before she pulled off her disappearing act.

He got to the door just as she the last knock landed and pulled open the door, pleased to see that he caught her just in time. She had one leg extended, ready to walk away, her big gray coat way too big for her skinny frame, and she hugged herself, as if bracing herself against the dangers of the world.

“Miss Corinne,” he said and gave a little bow, gazing up at her with a smile that she slowly returned.

She gave a little curtsy, “High Warlock,” and when she rose to her full height, all four foot nine of it in her flat sensible shoes, her hands flapped about, her anxiety kicking into full gear.

Magnus pulled his door wide open and gestured her in, closing the door with a snap of his finger and then walking towards his pantry, throwing his hands in the air reaching for all the ingredients he needed to make her bones ache just a little bit less and have her heart just a little bit lighter.

Those brown eyes, slightly dimmed with pain but no less intelligent watched him and when he gestured at her, the old wolf took her seat.

Magnus took the seat across from her, and hummed as he added some dried helichrysum to the mix and ground it in, working with smooth motions until it was all blended in. He then poured a generous helping of vinegar over the mix and bottled up the jar. He snapped his fingers and another identical bottle appeared. “For the first six weeks,” he said to her, noting as she nodded at him. “The fresh batch will be good six weeks from now.” He waited until she gave him a quick nod, and then walked her out of the loft, a quick snap replacing the quarters in her pulse with several bills—all twenties because Corinne tended to have a problem with the larger bills. That should take care of her groceries for the three months it would take before she visited him again.

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i’ve never

Fandom: Skam
Ship: Chris x Eva
Summary: He doesn’t know when ‘hooking up with Eva’ turned into 'hooking up with only Eva.’

Chris swore off girlfriends after Iben. Partly because the breakup was a hell of a lot more drama than he signed on for, and partly because—well. C’mon. Who wants a girlfriend when you have all the pleasures and privileges of russ ahead of you. 

(Unless you’re William. Then you decide you’ve found your soulmate right before russ, and devote the better part of the school year to winning her over. Since William is his best friend, Chris thinks he’s allowed to say that the guy is a fucking weirdo.)


He swore off girlfriends after Iben, and has no clue how he seems to have started dating Eva in the time since.

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Characters: AJ Styles (With special appearance by OFC)

Summary: He finally understands the need to make noise.

Warnings: Dirty talk. Masturbation. Mentions of sexual acts. Daddy kink.

Angst/Fluff/Smut: Smut

Note: This is totally @llowkeys fault. 

Tagging: @llowkeys @the-geekgoddes @blondekel77 @horcruxhunter5972 @zombiexbody @vebner37 @nickysmum1909 @imtoldimbabe @taryndibiase @justtrey19 @starstar2012 @alexahood21 @lunaticqueen7 @florenceivy ( I think I got everyone - if I neglected you omg so sorry, please let me know! Also, be sure and drop me a message/ask if you want to be added to my tag list.)

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— Sonic
— Sonic
— Sonic
— Sonic
— Sonic Mania
— Sonic Forces
— Nintendo Switch
— Reggie
— More Nintendo
— Kingdom Hearts III
— Kirby
— Did you know that I like pancakes?
— I should start to work out
— But I’m a lazy crap
— I also have a job with terrible work hours
— Sonic
— Sonic
— Xenoblade Chronicles
— Sploon
— Xenoblade Chronicles 2
— Nintendo Switch
— But I need money for Switch
— So that’s why I have my job
— Are you still reading this?
— sinik
— u can stop now if you want to
— or not
— sonik
— I seriously need blogs to follow
— lots of blogs
— i also like music
— mostly instrumental music
— also videogame and movie soundtracks
— Kingdom Hearts III will release
— on November 30th 2018
— I have my sources trust me
— I also like Disney
— Forgot to tell that
— Big Hero 6 👌👌👌
— I have a labrador retriever
— His name is Pontiak
— He’s 4 years old and super nice
— Sonic
— Sonic Mania
— For real Sonic Mania is HYPE
— And Sonic Forces too
— I need my OC to get real
— The moon landing was fake
— I’m actually Neil Armstrong
— Also Elvis is alive
— Sonic Sonic Sonic
— Super Mario Odyssey
— Xenoblade Chronicles
— Kingdom Hearts III
— Nintendo
— A little bit of Mega Man I guess I like too…
— Memes
— Cats
— Dogs
— But especially cats, remember that.
— my sister is hazzling me
— Cuz I said Wreck-it Ralph is a little slow
— but I love her anyway
— The Mario & Luigi games are hype
— Super Paper Mario has a better story than TTYD
— Also better music than TTYD
— Sonic
— Xenoblade Chronicles
— Kingdom Hearts III
— Sora
— Roxas
— Music
— Videogame music
— How to train your dragon
— not the 2nd one
— It wasn’t as good as the first
— I seriously need a Nintendo Switch
— I saw a squirrel today
— It had light brown fur, almost red-like
— It was so cute! It was eating a nut
— I screamed “SQUIRREL!” when I saw it
— Like in the movie UP
— Are you still here?
— I’m pretty sure you have got an idea of what I like
— Sonic
— Sonic
— Don’t
— Autocorrect
— I dunno how “Sonic” became “Don’t”
— Maybe it’s fate telling me something
— Nah
— In that case fate can screw itself
— Sonic is BACK AND HYPE
— My fingers are tired
— I don’t know how much longer I will go on
— Sonic
— Super Mario Odyssey
— Super Mario Galaxy
— Rosalina
— Also I don’t like Rosalina nowadays
— They made her into fanservice material
— It’s disgusting really
— Rosalina was one of my favourite characters
— But not anymore
— Well she is still my favourite in SMG
— That game is ACE 👌
— Super Mario Odyssey looks dope tho
— Especially Bowser
— Super Smash Bros.
— I still need to play the MGS games
— I spoiled the main theme
— sorry….
— But Snake is handsome
— Nice dude
— Wanna play as him and stealth
— Sonic
— Donic
— Donic
— Sonic
— Cinos
— Sanik
— Melee
— No not Melee
— The Melee fans scare me
— Mario Kart is also good
— Splatoon
— Hey!!
— Do you think this is a joke?
— I still need lots of blogs to follow
— So don’t forget to like or reblog
— Otherwise I wouldn’t know about you
— I dunno what else I should talk about
— I could tell a joke, but that would be terrible
— I am bad at jokes
— Also we are doomed
— I had to get it out there
— Just look around yourself
— We will get nuked any day now
— Somebody gotta be real here
— I’m almost done
— Let’s write more saniks
— Sonic
— Sonik
— Sonikku
— Sanik
— danik
— sank
— dank
— memes
— Sonic
— Sonic Mania
— Sonic Forces
— My favourite meme is We Are Number One
— I like swimming
— And skiing
— And sports in general
— Anyone wanna play some sports with me?
— I just sneezed
— It felt goooooooooood
— Sonic
— Super Mario Odyssey
— Xenoblade Chronicles
— Kingdom Hearts
— Nintendo
— ^^
— Those are pretty much the real ones
— OH and Splatoon too
— I’m sure I missed something
— A game that takes place after Metroid Fusion
— We need Metroid 5!!!
— Spoilers ahead:
— Samus is freakin’ hunted!!
— By the United Federation
— I want a game where Samus is
— Fighting against the government
— That would be AWESOME
— Also please make Samus badass again
— She’s not just fanservice
— Sonic
— Sonic
— Xeno
— Blade
— Shulk
— If you are still here
— Congrats
— You deserve a medal
— But I don’t have any
— I’m a cheap jerk
— But honestly good work
— When I was younger
— I used to roleplay as Sonic characters
— It was weird
— Atleast it helped me learn english
— Also what happened to Detective Pikachu?
— I honestly wanted that game
— It looked fun and weird
— I like those kind of games
— Do you think I should change me URL?
— And my pfp?
— I think so
— It’s pretty old and irrelevant
— But I want Detective Pikachu…
— Wanna see what happened
— Did they cancel it?
— That would be a shame if they did
— Almost done here
— Sorry
— I may have teased you for a little too long
— I’m pretty sure I will lose followers
— This post is gonna take forever to scroll down
— But I will take it
— I have already come this far
— And I will not just throw it away
— So…
— How have you been?
— I like your hair
— Did you go to the barber recently?
— Maybe you cut it yourself
— And and your shirt is 👌👌👌
— I have a shirt of my own that I like a lot
— I got it from the KH Orchestra On Tour
— It has Sora on it
— Super nice shirt really
— But your shirt really takes the cake
— Anyway
— I’m almost done here
— Only a few more lines
— Sonic
— Sonic
— Sonic
— Sonic
— Sonkc
— Tails
— Knuckles
— Amy Rose
— Shadow
— Rouge
— Dr. Eggman
— Dr. Robotnik
— Tikal
— Metal Sonic
— Cream the Rabbit
— Chao
— Espio
— Charmy
— Vector
— Silver
— Blaze
— Are there any more charact— EGGMAN NEGA
— He’s weird
— Also his name is just begging to be misused
— in inappropriate ways I mean
— I think you can imagine what I mean
— ALRIGHTY! Thank you for sticking around.
— It’s been a long ride
— I’m sorry it has to end
— But this is the start of something new
— I want to follow you!
— So
— Lastly before I go
— I have one last thing to say
— Sonic

& Knuckles

anonymous asked:

Could you please write one where Race takes care of the reader (a girlsie) when she gets sick while selling? I'm having a really bad day and I think it might help me feel better, I really love your blog :)

i’ve received a lot of requests for Race, and that makes me so gosh darn pleased, you guys. the next one i’ll have up will be a crutchie one, so be on the lookout. hope i could make your day a little better.—Nails

Nearly half your papers gone… Seemed like as good a time as any to break for lunch, you figured. Hopefully, you’d run into some of the boys, and they’d split the cost of some bread with you, like always. Today seemed to drag on and on, more so than other days. Your head felt full, and your ears muffled. There had been a cold going around among the boys… You pushed the possibility of that out of your mind and kept walking.

“Hey, there, lady!” Finch called. He was waiting outside glittering cafe with Albert. You couldn’t help but grin slightly at the goofy duo. Albert waved, a smile on his cheeks, and some dirt on his nose. “Took you long enough, you’re usu'ly the first one ‘ere.” Finch said. The pair of them embraced you.

You shrugged. “Tired, I think.” Your head immediately snapped away from them, feeling almost sick from how quickly you turned. The rabble coming from down the street was rabble that only could’ve belonged to two New Yorkers. Romeo and Race. Practically brothers, they were. Always pushing and daring each other, but wholly protective, especially Racetrack over Romeo. The shorter boy on Race’s back as they ran up.

Romeo clambered off of Race, and grinned. “Hello girls. And (Name).” He said. Albert firmly smacked him across the back of the head, firmly letting him know how stupid he was. There were very few things you loved more than watching the boys interact freely like this. It was a refreshing sight. You let out a couple of hard coughs, before Race walked over to you.

“Hey you,” the blonde boy started. Race placed an arm around your shoulder lazily. The two of you were… It was uncertain what you were. Always playing cat and mouse, it seemed. It was assumed by the others that the two of you were a couple, but there had been no formal agreement about anything between you. There was just Race and (Name). And that felt like what you two needed. Soft kisses on the cheek, fingers intertwined, shared cigarettes, support. “You sellin’ okay? New spot and all…” He asked.

You shook the bag of papers at your side and coughed again. “Near half.” You rasped. Race gave you a slight look, almost checking on you, and pulled his hat off. You cleared your throat and looked up at him slowly, afraid of making yourself dizzy again. “Your hair’s a rat’s nest, Race.” You reached a hand up to comb it back with your fingers, but he softly swatted your hand back, laughing.

Race turned back to the group of hooligans. “Alright, boys let’s get somethin’ ta eat.” He jeered. The lot of you poured through the doors, disrupting the quiet of the building, like every afternoon. After looking through the loaves of bread, you all agreed on one soft white bread. “Finch, check my math. Five cents a piece?” Race said, checking the price of the loaf.

“Five cents a piece.” The boy confirmed. All of the newsies reached for their pockets, pulling out pennies, Romeo got lucky and had a nickel. He always ended up with nickels. You stifled another cough into your elbow, and swiped at your nose with your sleeve. It wasn’t exactly your sleeve, it was Crutchie. He’d given you this shirt. You shoved your hand into your pocket and felt around for coins.

Race looked over at you. His eyes were flooded with concern. “Hey, no,” Race said softly. “I’ve got it.” You immediately opened your mouth to protest, with your newly gravely throat.

“No, ya don’t g-got it. I’m payin’.” You insisted. Race had already handed over the money for both of you before you could even finish. “Tony Higgins, I cannot believe you.” You crossed your arms over your chest at the boy. He just rolled his eyes at you. Romeo muttered a comment about you being dramatic. He was one to talk. After paying, you all stepped back on the the patio and sat down on the floor.

Albert placed his legs on top of yours and started to tear the bread apart and pass it around the group. Race pulled a couple of cigarettes out of his pocket, and offered one to you. Sadly, you declined with a cough and a shake of your head, and wiped some sweat off your face. “Alright, (Name), are you feeling okay?” He asked.

“Race, I—” a wheeze betrayed.

His face was laced with the highest of worry. “Come on, let’s get you back…” Race started.

“I gotta sell!”

Race grabbed you by the arm and pulled you up gently. “I’ll see you guys later. (Name) ain’t feeling so well, I’m gonna watch her.” You had no say now. Race walked you back to the lodging house, being almost too careful with you. The love in his eyes was ever present. “How do you feel?”

“Fine, Race.”

“That’s a lie. You was coughin’ and wheezin’. Let’s get you inside.”

He helped you into a bunk, and pulled some of your layers of clothing off. “You’re burning up, beautiful.” Race mumbled. “I’m gonna go getcha some water and a rag, alright?”

“Alright, try not to worry too much while you’re gone.” You whispered. He would worry, though. He was almost as big of a worrier as Davey. His brow would knit in on itself, and he would start to chew his lip. That was the look you saw every time you got soaked, busted, or sick. Worried Race, lead to angry Race and from there, it was a downward spiral. He reappeared with everything he’d mentioned. The tall boy dipped the cloth strip in the cool bowl and pressed it to your cheek. “I can do that, y-you goon.”

Race sigh. “Can’t I help you out this once? Show you that I actually give a shit?” He mumbled. “Because I do. And you scare the hell outta me sometimes, you know that?”

“It’s just a cold.”

Race shrugged, hands never leaving your face, which his was getting closer and closer to. “It’s better practice for next time. Just… Just let me try to be a good boyfriend.”


“If you’re good with that, I mean—”



SPN Hiatus Creations || Week Sixteen: Subtext
 ↳ John Winchester did the best he could.
                                  subtext being his best was absolute crap.

I know we as the SPN fandom like our subtext to be of homoerotic nature, but I thought I try something different.
I’m not sure if this even qualifies. probably not.
but let’s all pretend it does

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Stressed Out

(Taking place in @skiretehfox‘s Twenty One Pirates LIS AU.  If you want to see more of my work, check it out at @philwritesstuff)


Max barely felt the vibration of her phone in her shaking hands, and it took a few seconds for her to register that it had buzzed at all.  The dressing room was empty save her and Chloe, and she wondered through an anxiety-clouded mind if she should bother checking it or just leave it for after the show.  What if it was an emergency?  What if they had to cancel the show?  What would Lost Hope think of losing their headliners on the last night?

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anonymous asked:

I'm legit not coming for you but, you call yourself a feminist, So how could you like someone like Taylor swift? Genuine question tho lol. She is the literal meaning of white "feminist".

Well, I started liking Taylor Swift years ago, when I was 19 or 20. Speak Now had just come out when I was breaking up with this guy who treated me pretty badly and had cheated on me. Her album quite literally “spoke to me” (pardon the pun) and was helping me get over him, when I met this new guy.

He and I started dating. We ended up being together for 4 years. But when Taylor went on tour that year, he bought me two tickets to her show as a Christmas present and went with me. He knew that those songs reminded me of my ex, but he also knew that I had gotten past that time in my life THANKS to that album, and wanted to celebrate that. So we went together, and he sat there and watched me dance the night away, surrounded by teen/tween girls screaming in his ear. And he had fun. Because I had fun. He even bought me a Taylor Swift blanket and surprised me with it at the end of the show. That’s when I knew I had a good guy. 

The next Christmas, he and I got engaged. But he was an alcoholic, and eventually it became too toxic for me and I had to leave him. It was one of the hardest things I ever had to do. But he wasn’t getting any better and needed a catalyst for change so I left. Right around that time, Taylor’s next album, Red, came out. I also met one of my best friends around that time, who happened to also love Taylor. She was the only other person in my life that I knew who also loved her. She, along with the Red album, are quite possibly the reason I was able to stay strong through the break up of my engagement. This friend literally took me into her mothers house (along with my dog), went on road trips around the country with me, played Red over and over again until the record scratched. This went on for months and months and she never tired. 

Then I moved down to Florida and I met my most recent ex. The person I fell more in love with than anyone I have ever met. Like that overwhelming, can’t think straight, I’m a gonner, you are everything, kind of in love. I remember the song “State of Grace” playing over and over in my car when I first started dating him, so excited that I had found a new path for myself, a new life, a new love, and it was a clean slate after having to break off one of the most important relationships of my life, with one of the best people I had ever known. 

But, of course, that love didn’t last and lucky me, this guy ended up being the worst person I had ever been with. He abused me in every sense of word and after 2 years of dating left me broken in pieces on the floor (quite literally). This was when 1989 was first leaking, and also when I fell into such a pit of despair, I tried to commit suicide. To make matters worse, he kept coming around, slithering his way back into my life, just to crush me again. It was a toxic and never ending downward spiral. It was also around this time (as luck may have it, history repeats itself) I met another of my now best friends, who was also going through a break up, and I shared 1989 with her. Through the fallout of these horrific relationships we had to deal with, we held on to each other, and we held on to 1989- hard. I remember one night driving to the middle of nowhere and putting the song “Clean” on repeat so we could cry our eyes out for what must have been hours. We literally sat in silence, listening to the track, sobbing in One another’s arms. 

Eventually I won that battle and when I was healthy and happy again, my ex fiance came back into my life. We began talking every few days and I discovered he was healthy, sober, happy and doing really well(as was I). We recounted a ton of old memories and so many of them were filled with Taylor Swift songs - the concert, the fact that “Mine” officially became our song after we got engaged, the first time we danced on his porch and it was to “Fearless”. So much of our relationship began and ended with Taylor Swift’s music and I found myself listening to her old tracks, jumping back into those good times with him. 

Then he died. Suddenly. Brutally. Just gone in the blink of an eye. One day he was there, texting me, calling me, planning a trip to come visit and the next day he was just…dead. Do you know how hard it is to face every single person that your ex fiance ever knew, at his own funeral no less, and listen to them tell you that YOU were the true love of his life? That if he was still alive, you two would have ended up together? How no one after you even compared to you and that you were the reason he was able to get his life together and be BETTER? Do you know how that feels? I hope not. Because I can’t even put it into words. 

There are very few things I have left from that relationship. But what I always kept, which is still on my bed to this day is that Taylor Swift Speak Now blanket. And I don’t care how ratty or old or frayed it gets- I will never let go of it, or the songs that went with our time we shared. 

So you see Anon, I am a feminist. I don’t just call myself one, I am one. But I have been through hell and back in both my relationships and my life, and Taylor Swift’s music has always, somehow, had this magical connection to my history. It has brought me joy, it has given me moments I will never forget, it has introduced me to some of my absolute best friends, it has even quite literally saved my life in my darkest of hours. 

So maybe I don’t always agree with what Taylor Swift does or how she acts when it comes to her whole “girl squad” mentality, etc etc. But what connection I have to her transcends socially constructed political jargon and resonates on a deeper and more spiritual level than I can really even accurately put into words. Every SINGLE song she has ever written, could have been written by me, about someone in my life. Every. Single. One. It’s like her high points and low points, new loves and breakups, friendships and self discoveries all seem to both flourish and crash at the same times and in the same ways mine do.  Put on a song of hers, and I’ll tell you a personal story about that song. Her eras are my eras and I do not have that kind of uncanny connection to anyone else’s music. Not with anyone else in the world. 

And those moments, those memories that she has given me? They are worth a lifetime more than the risk of someone calling me a white feminist just because I like her music, or because it means something to me. 10 lifetimes worth, even. 

(and I could have written this out a lot more eloquently but I figured it was long enough to start)

As Long As I’m With You

I wrote this at work when I was insanely bored. I just got to thinking of our precious Fire baby and how we never get to see his thoughts. This may be deeper than he is canon-wise.. yet I think it’s not because he is actually very mature, we just don’t get to see it because he is very carefree and laid back. But I hope you do enjoy this :)

Summary: It’s always more fun when we’re together. One of the most powerful things that Lucy has ever said to Natsu. But how did Natsu take it? What were his thoughts on it? After their experience with the Eclipse Gate at the GMG, he really starts to wonder…

Natsu stared across the guild hall. He was sitting alone at the bar one rainy day, most of the members had already left for the evening.

There hadn’t been much excitement throughout the day either. Laxus and the Thunder Legion were out on a job, Gray had given up and finally let Juvia cook dinner for him, Erza had decided to stay home for the dad and reassess her armor, and then Lucy said she was tired from their last job and planned on staying home for a few days.

He sighed heavily, laying his head on the bar. He could have just gone out with Happy on a small job… But…

“It’s always more fun when we’re together.”

It had been a while since she had uttered those words on Tenrou Island. They had just got home to their new guild hall after their win in the Grand Magic Games a few days ago, after all.

“What did she mean by that?!” Natsu squeezed his eyes shit. He was at a lost.

Looking over at her again, he smiled behind the folds of his scarf. Lucy and Levy were excitingly talking about a book they both read, Lucy’s whole face lit up, it was adorable.

He furiously scratched his head, he didn’t know what to do now!

“Natsu, what are you doing?” Happy put his fish in his lap to stare at his friend. He had been watching Natsu for a while now; he would look at Lucy, put his head down, act all weird and put his head back down. Then look at her again and start over.

“I don’t know what you mean.”

“You’re acting weirder than Lucy.”

“I am not,” he groaned, trying to keep the goofy grin off his face, “she’s the weirdest person we know.”

“Whatever you say,” the blue feline was done with the conversation, he happily dug back into his meal.

Natsu hummed before he glanced over to Lucy yet again. She said that in the midst of battle, her head was being crushed by that insane sumo… yet she wouldn’t run.

Natsu had ever had so much respect for one person than in that moment.

And then after that, he watched her die…

Well, not her. Her future self. But it was still Lucy. He watched the life drain out of her eyes. It could have easily been his Lucy that was hit.

His Lucy… he buried his head in his arms. She wasn’t his. She never would be. He was her best friend and partner. That’s all he’d ever be.

“Here you go,” the beautiful white-haired bar maid set down a tankard of Fire Whiskey in front of the dragonslayer.

“Thanks!” he grabbed it and immediately guzzled it down.

“My, my. Calm down, sweetie,” Mira watched Natsu for a moment, “Are you OK? You’ve seemed a little down today.”

“Uh… I’m good!” He grinned sloppily, raising the drink back up so she wouldn’t bother him with more questions he didn’t have answers to.

Mira didn’t seem convinced, but she smiled and walked away.

“You lied to her,” Happy whispered.

“I ain’t lying!” Natsu growled, spilling a bit of the fire, “Nothing’s wrong!”

“Sure, ya dummy,” Happy’s white wings shot out and he flew over to Wendy and Carla who were leaving the guild. He tried to share his fish with Carla but to no avail.

“I’m fine,” Natsu rested his hands on either side of his drink, “I'm… fine…”

But one more look at the blonde Celestial Wizard told him he was dead wrong.

What was wrong with him?

He realized on Tenrou Island that he cared about her more than a friend and he had no idea how to handle that.

He realized during the GMG that he couldn’t live without her and really had no idea about dealing with that.

And now… he was afraid he’d never get to tell her. Because he wasn’t what she was looking for. He was the furthest thing from a nice, intelligent, well read, quiet, princely type of guy she told Levy she was attracted too.

He could protect her and provide for her… but could he make her happy? He thought he did a pretty good job of that for a long time, but his oversensitive hearing debunked that idea. He wasn’t even sure if Lucy was physically attracted to him at all… Not that it mattered. But he was always kinda half naked and she never seemed bothered by it. He always freaked out when she was naked, but he hid it well enough to fool everyone. It wouldn’t be fair if she wasn’t effected either!

So… what do I do with these feelings?” he asked himself, raising his hand to pull on his scarf, wishing for the millionth time Igneel was here to help, “I don’t want them to go away.”

He stood from his bar stool and headed over to her table. She may not feel the same, but that was OK. She was his friend first, no matter what. And for now, that was enough. Plus, he made it his personal goal in life to keep her safe. There was no way anyone was going to hurt her while he was still breathing.

That’s why in a few weeks, when he left after the battle with Tartaros, she would be the only one to get a proper goodbye from him. He was leaving to become stronger, so he would be able to protect her.

But he didn’t know that the dark guild was getting ready to attack. He didn’t know he was about to have another run-in with Zeref, or learn about END…

Right now he was just a member of the strongest guild in Fiore. And he believed he had all the time in the world to spend with Lucy.

Grinning, he ran the last few steps to her and threw his arms around her, “LUCYYY!”

“Gah! Natsu! What are you doing?”

“I’m bored, let’s go do something!”

“I told you I’m not going on a job for a few days.”

“I didn’t say let’s take a job. I said let’s do something. Let’s go to your house and play games!”

“I don’t want to play games, I’m talking to Levy.”

“But I’m boredddd!” he held on tighter to the blonde, not noticing how pink her cheeks were at the contact.

“I am not going to go home just because you’re bored! Go to your own house and do something with Happy.”

“Happy went home with Wendy and Carla. Guess I’ll go see what kind of food you have…”

“Wait! Don’t go to my apartment without me!”

How to pick a BTS Bias

It’s rather simple….you don’t

it’s just not possible….



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(…including the tiny bit of sanity I have left…)


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After looking at Namjoon one would think end of story.

 BTS bias has been found!…the only problem with that is…


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…i think i need a moment to recover from the gif….

Alright I’m good…I think….


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…*sigh* my heart just can’t handle…

But you see this is where the problems start to pop up. 

How can one possibly choose between Namjoon and Jin? 

Could this be anymore difficult??

Well guess what!


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By this point you should realize that even attempting to pick a bias is futile…


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A lot of army claim that all of BTS is their bias, and that they have an ultimate bias…but to be honest I don’t understand how they can even pick an ultimate bias?!


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When it comes to BTS bias wreckers

…don’t even get my started on Min Yoongi….

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…i just need a moment…

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okay…I’m good…I think…



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By now you probably think that we are done and picking a BTS bias is exactly as I said impossible….



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And if you spell taehyung backwards you get gnuyheat which means adorable in some language I just made up. 


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So proof that picking a BTS bias is IMPOSSIBLE


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…wow this is really long i’m sorry….

Pinky Promise (pt. 1 of my Le Duo verse)

Pairing(s): Luke Evans/Josh Gad

Summary: Luke isn’t intimidated by a simple babysitting gig, okay? He really isn’t. He’s performed live in front of massive audiences on West End and seen his face on the big screen all around the world. Needless to say, he’s definitely not scared of some little girls. Especially not Josh Gad’s adorable little girls. Nope, not scared at all.


The front door is pretty average; tall and sturdy and probably a little expensive, but plain. Certainly nothing to be intimidated by. Except that Luke knows the man of his dreams is just behind that door. And with him, his beautiful wife and two daughters. God, he really should just turn around and feign some deadly illness because the whole situation is too absurd.

When Josh had asked him for a favor, Luke had foolishly agreed without knowing anything, jumping at any opportunity to please like an overeager puppy. He hadn’t realized that the favor would involve going just long enough without seeing Josh to make Luke really miss him and then sleeping over at Josh’s house with the two most important little people in his friend’s life. It was all a giant domestic tease that Luke wasn’t sure he could handle.

Luke never thought that he would be trying to get into Gaston’s headspace outside of shooting Beauty and the Beast (because really, who would willingly put themselves in that guy’s headspace for any other reason?), but he found himself taking out his phone and pulling up the camera app, trying to let courage show through his eyes on the screen as he channeled his character’s outrageous self-confidence.

“You are Luke Evans, and you are clever, kind, and incredibly fun to be around. You are the perfect babysitter, and you have noth
ing to worry about.”

He cocked an eyebrow for effect, starting to feel even less self-assured at how silly he looked, when he heard the door unlatch. He immediately shoved his phone in his pocket and felt heat rising to his cheeks as the door swung open and he looked up into Josh’s amused eyes.

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eternalsunshineofajumbledmind  asked:

You're a lovely writer so I know you will do well with this <3. I just want a Yoongi x Reader smut with fluff ending with the Dom (Yoongi) and Sub (Reader), but not with Daddy kink. I'm comfortable with Oppa or even Appa, also I adore the little pet names Princess and Baby Girl cause ugh and his husky gruff voice saying those names would end me. As far as plot goes it could just be something like your Oh Baby cause I love the gang related stories and gangster Yoongi is everything to me. Much Luv

Since you mention Oh Baby I kind of just made this based off of it?? Like…a little Yoongi side adventure lol. So, hopefully you like it. I tried to make the ending fluffy best I could xD

Even though Yoongi has never met you he knows your face—your profile saved in a hidden folder within the depths of his phone. And that’s why when he walks into the busy pub he spots you right away. However, he has to admit that you are definitely different from the long haired heir he’s been looking into.

Standing behind the bar with your short locks, smile on your face and friendlily chatting away with a few customers, no one would be able to tell that you’re the daughter of a multi-million dollar companies lying CEO. But even so your pretty face is still the same, so Yoongi knows right where to go as he enters the establishment, starting towards the bar.

He seats himself on a shiny stool and folds his arms onto the countertop, watching you from the corner of his eye even as a different waitress walks up and asks him if he wants anything. You’re quick as you flit around the pub, delivering drinks and meals and flashing bright smiles. Other men stare at you when you turn your back, but that’s honestly none of Yoongi’s concern. He’s only here to use you as bait—and if you don’t comply, perhaps kill you, but that’s all.

“Hey, ready for your bill?” a voice says after a while, Yoongi having zoned into space, and when he looks up there you are, standing right in front of him. You look tired yet energized at the same time, your short hair mussed and a kind smile on your face.

“It depends,” Yoongi responds, falling into a character as he smirks at you, holding his chin in his palm. “If I pay my bill now, is there any chance you’d be willing to leave with me?”

Surprised at the proposition, you frown and swing your rag over your shoulder.

“Leave with you—are you thinking I’m some sort of prostitute or something?”

Yoongi rolls his eyes. “Did I ever say that? I’m just wondering when you get off your shift. You caught my eye when I walked in, and I thought maybe you’d be up for a little company after your shift, that’s all. I’m not a pimp after a new catch, I’m just a casual male admiring…well, you.”

“Ahhhhh, I see,” you muse, rolling your eyes. It’s not often you give into your want to take a male up on an offer like this, but tonight you’re feeling a bit daring. And Yoongi seems like a pretty genuine guy anyway.

“I actually get off in 10,” you say, placing his bill down and slyly waving over your shoulder as you start away. “If you’re still interested meet me out back.”

Chuckling, Yoongi grabs his wallet immediately.

A little over ten minutes later, Yoongi finds himself leaning against the alley wall out back. It’s cold out, his breath fanning in front of him, but he barely feels it. He’s too used to being out on tasks like this for Namjoon anyway—nothing really phases him, and definitely not the cold.

“Hey, you actually waited up,” you say in surprise as you shuffle out the backdoor, scarf tight around your neck. Yoongi grins.

“Of course I waited up—you thought I’d ditch you?”

You shrug, hiding a smile behind the fabric of your scarf. “Maybe. It’s happened before.”

“Really? Then those other guys are stupid,” Yoongi plays along, following close beside you as you both exit the alley way and step out into the street. “So, where to?”

“Oh, I…thought you probably would just want to come back to my place,” you say, blinking innocently. Yoongi raises his eyebrows in surprise, not having expected the invitation, but hey—this makes it much easier for him. “—I mean, unless you wanted to go somewhere else–?”

“No, your place is fine,” he smiles, waiting for you to lead the way. “Let’s just get inside before we both freeze, yeah?”

“I suppose you’re right,” you agree with a small laugh, and gently tug him in the direction of your apartment. Yoongi keeps pace beside you, light conversation flitting between you both as you walk a few blocks to your apartment. Once there, you lead Yoongi up the stairs, and he waits patiently as you find your keys and unlock the door, inviting him inside.

He watches your back as he steps in after you, taking in the room and making sure this isn’t some kind of reverse strategy you have planned. He doubts that as someone who is aware of her father’s status as a wanted man, and who has been involved in gang activity most of her life, you’re someone who is just going to trust a strange man and invite him home without being suspicious. But…after surveying the area, Yoongi doesn’t spot any guns or knives, nor does he sense any irregular activity from you, so he licks his lips and gets ready to make his move.

“Come sit down!” you call from the living room, plopping onto the couch and waving Yoongi over. Slipping off his shoes, Yoongi pads into the room as you continue, saying, “There’s some booze in the kitchen if you’re thirsty. And of course water is available too.”

Grunting quietly in affirmation, Yoongi doesn’t bother making a pit stop, and heads right to the couch where you’re seated, parking himself at the other end, his body slightly tense as his instincts begin to kick into gear. However, just as he’s about to make his move he looks up at you and pauses.

You’re staring at him tiredly, body completely relaxed and open, a knowing light in your eyes. “Who sent you?”

“…Namjoon,” Yoongi answers after a moment of hesitation, eyes narrowed in confusion, and you laugh quietly.

“Namjoon, huh? Haven’t heard that name since I moved out of the city…What’s he want with me?”

“Your father partnered with him and didn’t give him his share of the profits. Now we can’t find him.”

“Ah…you want me as ransom? Or—what?—dead as some kind of revenge?”

“…why are you here?” Yoongi questions instead, avoiding the answer. For some reason you’re now much more intriguing to him, sitting here, accepting your fate as if your life means nothing. “Did you run knowing someone would come after you?”

“I didn’t run from you or any other angry gang for that matter,” you sigh, standing and walking into the kitchen. Yoongi watches your back as you scavenge for a glass and fill it half way high with vodka and ice. “I ran from my dad.”

“Your father…?”

“I never wanted to be born into the mafia business. I got thrown in. But that’s how it usually happens, right? Well…I didn’t want to be around it anymore and packed up and left. My dad let me go after I threw a glass vase at his head…but…I wanted out. I’m actually surprised you even found me,” you muse, returning to the living room and standing beside the couch. “Not many people knew I jumped ship.”

“Well,” Yoongi shrugs, pushing to his feet as well. “I get around a lot.”

“So it seems,” you laugh, taking another long sip from your drink. Yoongi watches you, still frowning, and his hand inches towards his gun.

“Oh, are we doing this the hard way?” you question, pausing, and Yoongi shrugs.

“It’s up to you, I suppose.”

“Well…alright then–!” you grit, whipping your still full glass at Yoongi. Instantly the black haired male reaches for his gun, but your glass hits him square in the hand and knocks it away before he can grab it. Cursing, Yoongi glances up to check your position only to find you coming right at him.

“Fuck–,” he curses when you kick his side, your hand darting for his gun. Grunting, he immediately reaches over and grabs your leg, grounding himself and using the position to throw you away from him. However, as you tumble onto the ground, knocking into the nearby lamp, Yoongi’s gun falls with you, your hand having managed to snag it before he’d tossed you.

“Goddammit,” he seethes, lunging for it, and knowing that you won’t beat him there you quickly grab your now broken lamp and swing it at him. It hits him in the shoulder, knocking him into the wall, and you scramble to your feet, darting into your bedroom.

Breathing angrily, Yoongi finally manages to get to his gun and picks it up, finger already poised on the trigger as he kicks open your locked bedroom door. Instantly his eyes catch you near the window, attempting to make it out onto the fire escape. Growling, he starts forward and grabs you by the back of your shirt, flinging you backwards. You gasp, landing on the mattress roughly, and find yourself pinned down beneath Yoongi before you can move, his gun placed firmly on the center of your forehead.

“What the fuck?!” he breathes, shoulder aching, breathing ragged. Your heart is hammering in your chest too.

“You chose to do it this way…”


“Are you gonna kill me now?” you gulp, trying to put on a brave face, but even so tears are building in your eyes. Yoongi takes notice, his grip on the trigger loosening a little.

“I didn’t come here to kill you.”

“Well…could you just do it anyway? I…I’m tired of this,” you sob, bringing an arm up to shield your eyes. “I don’t want to have to live like this. I cut my hair, I have no real family–! Just fucking shoot me and end it–!”

“Hey, wait—”

“And even if I think I’m happy I remember that I could possibly be killed because of shit I didn’t even do! Just shoot me and—”

“Oh, goddammit,” Yoongi sighs, holstering his gun and then reaching his hands down to cup your face. You’re still rambling about wanted to die even as he leans down and smashes his lips against yours, making you shut up instantly.

“I’m not here to fucking kill you, alright? Chill out for one second, holy shit…,” he curses, pulling back with a scowl, and you blink at him, mind suddenly quiet.

“D-Did you just kiss me…?”

“It seemed like the only way you would shut u—mphm!” Yoongi ends in surprise as you grab him and pull him in for another kiss. A part of Yoongi tells him to shove you away and just complete his task in coming here, but the alcohol he consumed earlier at the bar, along with the adrenaline from your brief struggle with him has him thinking differently, and he quickly responds.

The memory of your recent fight seemingly forgot, you roll your body against his, moaning into his mouth, and Yoongi grunts, digging his hand into your short locks and tugging your head back.

“What happened to that long hair of yours, huh princess?”

“New place, new me,” you respond breathlessly, checks flushes and outfit disheveled. Snorting amusedly, Yoongi quickly makes work of your button-up blouse, ripping it clean open, and you gasp as a button flies away.


“You chose to do it this way,” he says, mocking what you told him earlier, and you roll your eyes, dragging him in for another round of kisses to get your mind off of it. You know you’re not supposed to be doing this with Yoongi—especially knowing that he’s here for mafia reasons—but you don’t want to think about it. You just want something to take your mind off of everything shitty going on in your life—and Yoongi’s lips on yours, his hands roaming over your naked sides, seems to be the answer.

Moaning around his tongue, Yoongi’s hands snaking around your back and working at your bra, you slide your hand down his clothed torso and begin to palm him through his jeans. He grunts and instinctively grinds his hips downward, his hands immediately flying to your breasts the minute your bra falls away.

You gasp, back arching as he fondles you, and Yoongi watches your reaction with heated eyes, tongue darting out to lick his lips as his dick begins to strain painful within the confines of his jeans. Cursing, he hurries to undo your pants, and you lift your hips off the bed to help him as he tugs your jeans and underwear down, tossing them on the floor.

“Well this hardly seems fair,” you comment, noticing that Yoongi is still fully dressed, and with a roll of his eyes Yoongi wrestles his shirt over his head. Eyes locked onto his pale skin, a few scars jumping out here and there, you reach forward and start on his belt. Yoongi watches you, hunger in his gaze as he takes in your naked body. He never would have imagined when he’d seen you at the beginning of the night that he’d be here now—utterly captivated by your curves and smooth skin—but he can’t say he minds.

“Oppa,” you whine, knocking Yoongi out of his admiration. He notices that you’re struggling to shuck him of his pants, and with a small roll of his eyes Yoongi scoots off the bed and finishes undressing himself. When he turns back to you he finds that you’re staring at him, fingers already dipping between your folds, head thrown back and cheeks flushed.

“Shit,” he breathes, unable to hold back, and pounces immediately. Climbing atop you, he takes one of your legs and lifts it so it’s propped on his shoulder. You gasp in slight surprise as you roll onto your side, Yoongi gripping your hips and dragging you down towards him as he positions himself at your entrance.

“Oh god,” you breath when his tip flicks over your clit, his dick becoming coated in your wetness, and with a heavy sigh Yoongi pushes into you. He inches slowly, knowing in the back of his mind how fast this is all moving, and is sure to watch your face as he stretches you open.

Head thrown back, you bite your lips, but don’t feel pain, just the strain of your walls, but you’re already so wet for Yoongi that he bottoms out fairly easily. Breathing, you glance up to Yoongi, chest rising and falling gently, and when your eyes meet and understanding silently passes between the both of you, Yoongi pulls out and rocks forward.

That starts it all, Yoongi’s rhythm gradually increasing as he watches your chest bounce with each of his thrusts, each little gasp and moan that sneaks past your lips turning him on even more.

“O-Oppa,” you keen, voice breathy and wanton, and Yoongi grunts in reply, reaching a hand forward and taking a handful of your breast. He rolls your nipple between his fingers, loving the way your pussy clenches around him in response.

“Fuck–!” he curses, feeling his release nearing, and by the way you’ve started to bite your lips, sound caught in your throat, he can tell that you’re close too.

“Dammit princess come for me,” he growls, grinding his hips especially hard. “You know you want to—you’re so fucking wet for my cock.”

“Oh my g-god,” you cry, gripping the sheets as Yoongi slides his hand up over your breast and tightens his fingers around your neck. The pressure combined with the dark look in Yoongi’s eyes, sweat beading on his brow, causes the pool of pleasure in your gut to overflow.

“Shit, oppa!” you scream, back aching as you come around him, and Yoongi’s hands immediately fly to your hips. He slams you down onto him a few times, the tightness of your heat making it hard for him to keep going, but after a few more thrust he reaches his bliss as well.

“Fuck…,” he breathes tiredly, pulling out a second too late, his cum painting your thighs and lower stomach. You watch him with half-lidded eyes as he breathes heavily, chest heaving and his grip on your hips loosening. Grunt quickly, you lower your leg from his shoulder and then roll to the side of the bed, gently pushing to your feet.

“Wait here,” you say quietly, limping a little as you start towards the bathroom. “I’ll get a towel.”

Silent, Yoongi watches you go, a large part of him urging him to grab his clothes, get dressed, and jump out the window before you get back. That’s what he should do—he shouldn’t even be here right now. He should’ve killed you and been on his way, or interrogated you and be heading back to report, but here he is, still obediently sitting on your mattress, evidence of what he just did with you in the air.

“Here,” you say, stepping back into the room. Yoongi catches the damp towel you toss at him, eyes raking over the long t-shirt that now covers your body, a pair of blue panties peeking out from beneath the hem.

“Thanks,” he mumbles, cleaning himself off, and paused when he sees something move out of the corner of his eye. Looking back towards you, he blinks in surprise at seeing his gun in your hand, but the barrel is turned towards you, the trigger available for him to pull.

“…what are you doing?”

“You’re going to kill me, right?” you respond innocently, sad smile tugging at your lips. “Here’s your chance. I’m too tired to put of a fight anymore.”

Yoongi stares at you incredulously for a few seconds before he reaches forward and grabs the gun, pulling it away from you.

“Aish. Dumb woman,” he grumbles, the gun tight in his hand as he stands and shoves you towards the bed. Surprised, you fall against the sheets, watching him with innocent eyes as he moves over to his clothes and haphazardly dresses himself.

Once put together, his gun secured at his side once again, he turns to face you and grabs the messy sheets, throwing them over you.

“Go to bed.”

“I…what?” you respond stupidly, eyebrows raised. Yoongi rolls his eyes.

“Go to bed, princess,” he repeats, staring towards the door, and you call after him.

“W-Wait! I…but you came here for me, right?! What are you going to do now–?”

“That’s for me to worry about, not you,” he responds, turning back to face you, a stern look in his eyes. Immediately you bite your lips, feeling regretful and apologetic all of the sudden, and Yoongi sighs. Turning, he makes his way back to you and cups your cheeks with his hands, dragging you into a gentle kiss.

“Sleep. Forget this happened. I was never here,” he says against your lips, eyes locked, and you nod slowly. Satisfied, Yoongi kisses your forehead before turning away, but, once again, he doesn’t get too far. Your hand gripping his wrist stops him.

“Thank you…,” you say quietly, nothing else needing to be said, and without turning back to look at you—without saying anything—Yoongi slips out of your grip and leaves. He walks straight out of your apartment without looking back, knowing that if he had hesitated even a moment longer, he wouldn’t want to leave. And he can’t be like that—he’s has things to do—and that never should have happened anyway.

Yo, you get the girl?” Kidoh’s curious voice speaks into his ear as he gets into his car, cellphone in his hand as he drives away from the city. Yoongi knows what he should answer, but he can’t find it in himself to think about you for another second.

So, he says, “no—I couldn’t find her,” and leaves it at that.

Cherry (Part 39)- wolf!jikook story

After the try-outs, Jungkook helps pick up the floor. Taehyung (one of the other dancing leaders who was an hour late, in addition to supporting these mysterious marks on his neck) was supposed to stay behind but ended up with “important life-changing” business to attend to.

“They’re always leaving their garbage,” Jimin comments as he glances at a spilled Gatorade bottle, sweat dripping down his forehead. “I don’t want to ban drinks, but this is ridiculous.”

Grabbing an empty, crushed water bottle, Jungkook silently agrees. He’s not sure if the water staining the floor is from a bottle or a body, but nevertheless, the janitor’s going to have a fit.

Jungkook freezes when a nose suddenly touches his neck, sniffing his scent. Perhaps if they were five or actually friends he’d be okay with it. However, they’re neither.

Feeling a tired growl begin to rumble in his chest, Jungkook turns around, forcing himself to keep eye contact with the school’s favorite Alpha. “Jimin, for the last time, I’m fine!”

“You smell sick,” Jimin counters, eyes flicking down his collarbones to his waist. He licks his lips, staring at the bruise forming on Jungkook’s leg, and all at once things make sense.

“You’re not licking my wounds,” Jungkook flicks his tail against Jimin, hoping he snaps out of whatever daydream he’s in.

When they were in the middle of try-outs, Jimin had first showed off his impressive backflips and acrobatic shit before explaining the piece they’d be learning. While the other teens were focusing on the new moves to practice and perfect in hopes of making the team, Jungkook had given himself space, took a deep breath, and attempted a backflip. If Jimin can do it, Jungkook is more than capable of doing it, too.

A pained whine had escaped his lips when he’d landed on his back, the embarrassing sound echoing throughout the room. Jimin was by his side in less than a second, nose poking Jungkook’s throbbing skin, hysterical with worry.

“Jungkook, are you okay?!” he kept asking, hands cupping Jungkook’s cheeks, slapping them when Jungkook shut his eyelids. By then, everyone in the room was gathered around them, watching Jungkook groan and nod his dizzy head.

“Poor baby,” Taehyung had clicked his tongue, bending down to pat Jungkook’s head, further worsening the pain. “Jungkookie’s got himself a boo boo.”

Since that occurrence, Jimin kept an eye on him at all times. When Jungkook stumbled over a difficult spin, Jimin was right there to help him. If he asked to get water, Jimin would follow him out and watch him get his fill.

It’s just another memory, Jungkook’s beginning to think.

When they were younger, if Jungkook hurt himself, Jimin would make a nest consisting of blankets, towels, pillows, and clothes and cuddle with Jungkook. Sometimes he would be quite forceful as he’d lick the wound, from bruises to gashes, sniffing it to make sure there wouldn’t be infection. Then afterwards they would kiss and kiss, eat cookies, then they’d bathe together in a bubbly bath-

“I wasn’t planning on it.” From Jimin’s tiny smile, Jungkook knows that he’s lying. Instead of feeling irritated, Jungkook holds back from smacking him on the shoulder.

“Uh huh, sure.” Grabbing the last of the trash, Jungkook heads out of the studio in search of a trash can. There’s one beside the vending machine, and he’s quick to throw the trash away and dig in his pockets for change. There’s enough to buy a bottle of Coke, and he enters the now clean studio with the bottle against his lips.

He almost spits it out when he hears the sensual music playing from the speakers and Jimin swinging his hips, eyes closed, fully focused on the music.

It’s a song meant for Omegas, Jungkook knows for a fact, staring at Jimin’s ass. Alphas don’t sway their hips like that when they dance. Curiosity has him placing the bottle on the floor and approaching the gleaming mirrors.

A smile plays on Jimin’s lips as Jungkook stands beside him, mimicking the way he’s swaying his hips. “You’re probably wondering why I chose to dance to this,” Jimin says, opening his eyes to glance at Jungkook. The foundation has his skin glowing, eyeshadow darkening his warm eyes. “Am I right?”


“I wanted to challenge myself this year.” Taking his place behind Jungkook, he moves his body into the correct stance, hands lingering on his waist. If he weren’t the best dancer, Jungkook would’ve shoved his hands away. “The past two years I kept it safe. Didn’t try anything too challenging, stuck to songs made for Alphas.”

“Now you’re trying something different?”

“Yep.” Watching Jungkook move his hips, Jimin taps his foot to the music. “Here’s your first tip of being a dancer: before learning a song, you need to fully understand it. It’s best to close your eyes and listen to the singer’s voice along with the background instruments, to allow your body to move how it wants so it can experience it, too.”

“I’m not a dancer.”

Sighing, Jimin takes a step back, staring at Jungkook’s reflection in the mirror. “But you can be! I’ve seen you dance and you’ve got potential.”

Jimin makes the mistake of glancing at Jungkook’s ass, then glancing away as if nothing happened. Jungkook would’ve attacked this if he hadn’t been staring at Jimin’s ass as well.

But potential for what? Jungkook thinks, allowing Jimin to dance beside him, the air falling back into quietness and concentration.

Perhaps he wasn’t even referring to dancing after all.