the beauty of uncertainty


His little face, his shocked eyes and ohmygod his hands all protective in front of him and MY WORD his perfect eyebrows have shrunk with shock and his mouth and the line of his chin… 

THIS BOY IS INHUMANLY BEAUTIFUL the combination of Eros and uncertainty is too strong in this picture

i love him/10 wear that wedding ring with pride you sparkly angel

A list of BTS’ most socially-conscious, thoughtful, woke, non-love songs:

2 Cool 4 Skool (2013)

No More Dream * = about the pressure of the younger generation to follow the dreams of their parents/elders and give up the dreams of their own

길 (Road/Path) = about taking the untraditional path despite the uncertainty of the future

O!RUL8,2? (2013)

Intro: O!RUL8,2? = about pursuing your own dreams, taking chances, and living without regret

N.O * = about the machine-like nature of the current education system

팔도강산 (Satoori Rap) = about being proud of where you’re from and your dialect. acknowledges and unifies Korea’s vast linguistic/provincial diversity

Skool Luv Affair (2014)

Tomorrow = about making the future better by being the instigator for change and never forgetting who you really are

등골 브레이커 (Spine Breaker) * = comments on consumerism/materialism and respecting your elders

Jump = about remembering the hopeful dreams of one’s youth and growing up to become the hero of your own childhood

Dark & Wild (2014)

힙합성애자 (Hip Hop Lover) = about the power of music to change one’s life

Rain = comments on the repetition/monotony of life and that fact that one has to confront oneself in order to create change

BTS Cypher, Pt. 3: KILLER = haters? “i don’t give a fuck”

핸드폰 좀 꺼줄래 (Can You Turn Off Your Phone) = comments on society’s obsession with social media and the decline of face-to-face communication

2학년 (Second Grade) = about working hard and staying humble in order to reach the top

Wake Up (2014)

The Stars = about facing the ups and downs of life and never giving up no matter what

Wake Up = about continuing to work hard as others sleep & taking control of one’s life

The Most Beautiful Moment In Life, Part 1 (2015)

Intro: 화양연화 * = comments on the uncertainty of the future, the search to find one’s purpose, and the dangers of comparing oneself to others

I NEED U * = going beyond a classic love song, the song comments on the insecurity of youth

쩔어 (DOPE) * = about waking up the sleeping youth and breaking the stereotypes placed upon the younger generation by working hard to reach the top. reject rejection!

흥탄소년단 (Boyz with Fun) = about ignoring the judgement of other’s and doing what makes you happy

이사 (Move/Moving On) = about remembering/learning from the past while reaching for a higher place

The Most Beautiful Moment In Life, Part 2 (2015)

Intro: Never Mind * = about looking forward and working even harder if you feel like falling down

Run * = about not letting anything stop you from pursuing your passions

Butterfly = comments on the insecurities of youth & the fears of feeling dependent on someone

Whalien 52 = about loneliness & feeling like no one is listening/understanding

Ma City = comments on being aware/proud of your hometown’s history (& also calls out a Korean online terrorist group that targets minorities and leftists, especially people from Jeolla province, were J-Hope was born)

뱁새 (Baepsae/Silver Spoon) = comments on the concept of social status/privilege and the growing gap between the upper and lower class

고엽 (Dead Leaves) = comments on the difficulty of giving up something good for the better

The Most Beautiful Moment In Life: Young Forever (2016)

불타오르네 (FIRE) * = about how one should live however one wants to without labels & that it’s okay to lose

Save ME * = comments on the duality of youth (happiness and sadness) and thanks ARMYs for accepting who they (BTS) are and letting them be who they are

Epilogue: Young Forever * = comments on the difficulty, but importance, of facing reality, moving forward, and following one’s dreams

House of Cards = comments on how ignorance can be bliss but that reality will always catch up eventually

YOUTH (2016)

Good Day = comments on brotherhood and the importance of lifting each other up to create a brighter tomorrow

Wishing On A Star = about not being afraid to have big dreams because the more you hope, the more likely it will come true

Wings (2016)

Intro: Boy Meets Evil * = comments on the dangerous addiction of greed/ambition

피 땀 눈물 (Blood Sweat & Tears) * = comments on the danger/ease of succumbing to temptation & losing the innocence of youth

Begin * = about brotherhood & how the other members shaped him to become who he is today

Lie * = about feeling trapped under the lies he told himself & losing his identity in the process

Stigma * = about struggling with his self-identity & his guilt because he can’t always be there for the people he cares about

First Love * = about how the piano guided him to recover his passion for music

Reflection * = about insecurity, loneliness, self-hatred & learning to love himself

MAMA * = about thanking his mom for always supporting him & telling her she can lean on him now

Awake * = about acknowledging his limits and imperfections but trying hard anyway & putting the other members before himself

Lost = comments on the uncertainty of growing up and finding one’s own path

BTS Cypher Pt. 4 = about not listening to those trying to bring you down & to love yourself

Am I Wrong = comments on the corrupt government system that doesn’t care about the general public and only focuses on pleasing the top 1%

21 세기 소녀 (21st Century Girls) = comments on the unjust treatment of females in current society & a women-empowerment message of strength and self-love

둘! 셋! (그래도 좋은 날이 더 많기를) (2! 3!) = about enduring/overcoming hardship by sharing your burdens and finding strength from one’s loved ones

You Never Walk Alone (2017)

봄날 (Spring Day) * = comments on government corruption by referencing the Sewol Ferry Tragedy & is about missing a friend that you haven’t seen in a long time

Not Today * = about empowering the underdogs/minorities/women of the world

Outro: Wings = about believing in oneself and having trust in one’s decisions in order to choose one’s own path

A Supplementary Story: You Never Walk Alone = comments on the importance of teamwork in order to dream bigger and reach higher

name: video w/ lyrics

=: live performance/dance practice

*:official music videos/trailers

Trust the wait. Embrace the uncertainty. Enjoy the beauty of becoming. When nothing is certain, anything is possible.
—  Mandy Hale
The Morning After

As promised.

Requested by @goingoutofmymind and @mylittledarlin and several anons

‘Sequel’ to DTR- here

The first things Jon heard were her soft breathing, the lap of water against the ship, and the cries of a few lone gulls wheeling overhead. 

Awareness came slowly; it had been so long since he’d woken up naked next to a woman. But more than that, there was a part of him that hated to be roused from sleep just yet. He didn’t want to be reminded of his responsibilities; he only wanted her. 

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Do you believe uncertainty to be beautiful?
It can be yes. Sometimes the idea of it more than living in it. But as far as creating something, uncertainty is a key ingredient. Knowing a right answer about anything I think closes you off to the potential something else being more interesting. I often find if I had an idea of how a scene is supposed to go, and I try to force it that way, it gets stale very quickly. It closes off my imagination. Whenever someone or a group of people say or think they are absolutely right, I always get suspicious.

anonymous asked:

If you want a writing prompt maybe kirk discovering a cluster of freckles on the nape of spock's neck?

ah hopefully this fit your prompt well enough!!

Constellations (find it on ao3 here)


The dark silhouette remained still, framed in the doorway to the fresher. Jim blinked, then reached out a hand, making his voice softer, more honeyed.

“Spock. Come on, sweetheart. Come to bed with me. Please.”

Spock finally moved, walking towards Jim and settling on the edge of the bed, keeping his face turned away. He took off his socks but made no move to remove the Vulcan robes he had been wearing during meditation. Jim frowned a bit, catching the end of one of the trailing sleeves. A few weeks into their relationship, Spock had discovered just how comfortable Jim’s old loose t-shirts were, and refused to wear anything else to bed. For Spock to not take off his robes to sleep… well, it certainly planted worry in Jim’s head. “Aren’t you gonna take this off?” He asked, keeping his voice soft in the dim light.

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anonymous asked:

“Quit smiling at me“? Idk it would probs be really cute coming from baeran 🙈

A/N: Did this request first because this was a short one hehe. :)))) 

It’s love, you realise with a small start when you catch yourself staring.

You watch as the breeze and little chubby fingers weave through his messy red hair, as the young toddler sitting atop his shoulders throws his head back in high-pitched screams and laughter, while he jogs around in circles, keeping a firm grip on the boy’s calves.

The peals of laughter spilling from the goofy pair is contagious. You can’t suppress the chuckles that tumble past your lips as you look at them, or the stitches you get when the little boy yanks a little too hard on his hair and causes him to yelp and wince at the surprise attack.

You wipe away a bead of perspiration that’s sliding down your cheek with the back of your hand, and you lean back against the bench you’re seated on. It’s already been an hour, and they look like they still have energy to spare.

And to think, Saeran was so apprehensive about babysitting your nephew together with you earlier.

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With regard to all the hotshots out there bragging about how they use the conventional standard 9.80665 m/s2 instead of 9.8 m/sfor the gravitational acceleration constant g…

That number does not take into account effects such as buoyancy and drag, nor does it account for altitude. I’m also pretty certain that most people who are bragging about this aren’t doing work that requires that much precision, so it’s not helping much of anything. Your general physics homework most likely only gives you, what, maybe 3 or 4 significant figures for the data you’re using in your calculations? Not 6. If your teacher only gives you 9.81 m/s2 and you use a more precise value, chances are, you’re going to get the same rounded answer anyway. You’re just doing more work by writing out extra digits, really.

(And it kinda makes you look like a pretentious asshole.)

In my limited undergraduate experience, chemists seem to be the true hard-asses when it comes to using the correct amount of significant figures, with the obvious exception of the professor for my upper-level physics labs. I learned to appreciate the beauty (albeit, pain in the ass) of propagating uncertainty during the grueling double-lab experience of analytical chemistry. For example, reporting a result that claims 0.00002% error when the error is actually 2% is not just wrong, but it is dishonest in how misleading it is. Which is a big deal in academia.

I’m not saying this to put those people down. On the contrary; I sometimes end up using very precise data in my QM homework problems for the simple reason that my professor or textbook didn’t provide those numbers so I had to look them up. And I can’t just cut off digits for convenience or what have you. I have to use the number I found and cite it (the citation being the most important step, here).

All I’m saying is, the point of that post was to jab people who grossly approximate to the point of missing actually important details within the precise standardized value. For plenty of purposes, 6 digits of precision are more than is necessary to the point of some extra digits becoming meaningless periphery. But 1 digit of precision, with the exception of its utility for quick back-of-the-envelope approximations, in most cases, is definitely not enough.

Rather than bragging about how many sig figs we use, I propose we brag about using the actually appropriate number of sig figs. Let’s be rigorously clear about the true precision of our work! Yeah!

Demetri finds a girl being hurt and saves her, only to realize she's his mate. (Request)(TRIGGER WARNING)

Walking through the empty streets of Volterra, Italy seemed safe enough, sadly you let your guard down.

“Hey Sweet thing! Come over here!” Almost jumping out of your socks you looked over of where the voice came from. In front of the local bar stood a young man. Scrawny looking. Didn’t seem threatening enough. You just kept walking, ignoring his cat calls.

“I’m talking to you girl!” He approached you fast and anger in his eyes, Trying to out run him you let out a call for help. No one seemed to hear you. He reached you and spun your body around, grabbing both of your shoulders, yelling in your face. “You are a fine looking thing, What about we go in that small alley over there and-” You had defending yourself from the monster and slapped him across his greasy face.

“Let go of me!” You struggled to get out of his grasp, with no avail. As he pulled you into the alley you kept screaming and fighting with him. After awhile he seemed to get more angry and fed up with trying to hold on to you. His grip loosened and you felt your body fling to the near by brick wall. Feeling your breath get knocked out of you. “I told you to stop struggling! Now you are going to get it!”

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fwb; jungkook (6/7)

❝when you’re friends with benefits… and he falls in love.
►1761 words; series fwb (6/7)
♥ tagging @mvnyoongis / @versigny / @zeurin bc it’s not like you’re suffering bc of jungkook or anything :’)

Jungkook notices that while you’re sleeping, you somehow have the tendency to curl against the source of warmth that’s available. Now, one thing everyone knows is that Jungkook isn’t that affectionate of a person. Amongst the six he’s with most of the time, his usual pack of guys, he’s one to not appreciate it if you smother your hands all over him.

But you… you’re something else.

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Pairings: David 8 x Reader
Words: 829
Warnings: Fluff
Request: @lemonsmut-nut: For your list of prompt requests, could you do #13 with David8 in which he is flirting with the reader and she asks him why. 
Summary: David becomes more familiar with an idea of flirting. 
A/N: Hey, look, I’m back! It’s one of the last requests from the prompt list. The second one is ready but I want to post the remaining stories before adding new ones.  

You were making your way to the captain’s bridge with the documents that’d been assigned due yesterday in your hands when suddenly you stopped.

You were a huge enthusiast of space since the day you were born and you spent your childhood looking up in the sky and dreaming about all the different possibilities that it held within its reach. Now there you were, standing in front of a panoramic window, marvelling over the view. You truly believed you’d become a part of your fantasy.

You stepped closer and touched the glass with your fingertip, trying to grasp the idea of something that is infinite. A shiver of excitement went down your spine as you realised that it was a mixture of uncertainty and beauty, sparkled with stars, planets and perhaps a distinct life waiting to be discovered.

You beamed to yourself, remembering that you had a place among the people who will find a new path. Write history, answer so many questions that humanity considered mysteries for centuries. Maybe you were a little bit too bold in your ideas but cautiousness wasn’t something that brought you on the ship.

“Admiring the view?” you heard a soft voice right behind your back.

You turned your head to face David and offered him a welcoming nod.

“If this isn’t something worth admiring, I don’t know what is.”

He stood right by your side so that your shoulders were gently brushing against each other. The silence between both of you was always comfortable. You didn’t see the point in destroying something as peaceful just for the sake of saying anything at all and David, well, he was a quiet type. You knew there was a lot of going things going on inside of him.

“I can think of a thing or two,” he said with a slight smile when your eyes met.

Something about him was different on that day. He looked like he was plotting something and he couldn’t wait to see how it plays out.

“Really?” you raised your eyebrow, “Could you elaborate?”

“I am looking at one right now,” he said.

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Your Song Pt. 2 - Prompto x F!Reader

Tagging some loves, let me know if you’d like to be tagged in the future! @insomniascure @cupnoodle-queen @themissimmortal @itshaejinju @noxfreyas @wolfgoddess77 @promptoargentum-is-my-husband @elloquench @fluffysmutkitten @distant-illusions

This story has a mind of it’s own and is kinda going where it wants to go LOL. But, you know what, it’s more fun for me that way! Here is part one for those who haven’t read it.

The white of snow no longer seems blinding to you after your first few days with Prompto. It’s soft—a fleece blanket clinging to the hips of shapely mountains. They dip and curl and crack and it all seems human somehow—living, breathing, changing with time. There’s a curve on the mountainside, pallid cheeks that glow with the mirth of the moon as it stretches its arms and nestles itself comfortably among the clouds. Every night, when Prompto burrows under his hill of blankets, you creep out of wherever the pair of you have made camp and stargaze. 

With ardent eyes that should be at rest, he watches you with novel interest and a giddy heart. He can’t sleep at night. And for once, it’s not because of his shame or his discontent, it’s because under the moonlight you look beautiful and blue. You look painted, perfectly blurred at the edges of the landscape as your neck cranes upwards, spellbound by the sky. 

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Poison Ivy

“I’m not going to be sympathetic until you go to a doctor”

Request 85 

Kaitlyn x MC

Funny, fluffy?


You release a dramatic yawn, your shoulders arching as you thoroughly stretch each your tired limbs. Your eyes crack slowly open. Your eyes widen and rogue scream escapes from the confines of your lungs.

As opposed to your normal routine of waking up to Kaitlyn’s beautiful, delicate features, you’re alarmed to find large, twizzler-red lips replacing the soft pink ones you’re used to. Her eyelids swollen shut and her skin is puckered and pink. She jerks awake suddenly, startled by your shriek.


You can tell she’s trying to read your face, but you honestly can’t tell if her eyes are open through her swollen eyelids.

“Uhh Kait?”

She scratches her face furiously. “Yeah?”

“ Can you breathe..?”

“Yeah, I can breathe just fine, but these new black-out curtains are strong”

“Kait..” you stifle a laugh “It’s not the curtains..”

“Huh?” She pauses her scratching.

You lift your bedside mirror before her. She resumes scratching with one hand while pulling the mirror close to view herself through squinting eyes. You throw your head back in a laugh as her eyes widen, finally becoming visible.

“HOLY CRAP!” she shrieks “Is that really me?!”

You nod your head frantically, struggling for breath as you howl in laughter.

“Please tell me something just ate me in my sleep and that’s what I’m looking at!”

Laughing every other word “I wish..” You wipe a tear from under your eye “I could..tell you..that was..the case”

She grabs either side of your head between her palms, allowing you an unabridged view of her situation.

“This is serious!” Her voice cracks between words “I’m a tomato!”

Your teeth gnaw painfully on your lower lip as you bite back building shrieks of laughter. You control it long enough to respond “I’m not going to be sympathetic until you see a doctor”

“Well what the hell are we waiting for?!” She leaps to her feet, your collar gripped in a clenched fist “Now!”

You swallow, complying, quickly getting to your feet and running at her heels toward the door.


“Poison ivy?!” Kaitlyn shrieks. Your fingers plunge into your ears, muffling her piercing yells

“How the shit did I get that?!”

“Have you spent any time in the wilderness recently?” The doctor inquires

“Well.. we spent some quality time on a wilderness picnic last week..” You chirp in.

And quality indeed..

You smile to yourself, remembering it fondly.

Kaitlyn, clawing feverishly at all exposed skin, snaps “Well it sure as shit wasn’t worth this”

“You kids…” the doctor muses “You know, a blanket goes a long way..”

Kaitlyn turns in your direction.

Is she looking at me? Shit, I honest to god can’t tell.

Though her facial expression proves indiscernible amidst the swelling, the context and harsh, seething, tone of her voice more than tell you she’s pissed.

“Then how come you didn’t get it?!” 

You shrug, raising your hands defensively, creating a buffer between her you and her antagonizing extended finger.

“I..I don’t kn–”

“An estimated 1 in 10 are immune” The doctor explains “Maybe your friend here is one of them?”

Well shit.


After picking up several prescription drugs, including various topical creams and oral medications, you head home. Kaitlyn takes a running start, prepping herself to hop into your bed when you interrupt her;

“Kait,” she turns to face you “The bed could be covered in poison ivy, so unless you want it to spread..” She sighs, blowing tired raspberries your direction.

“To the cubicle!” 

You grin, stumbling eagerly behind as she drags you by the wrist.


Kaitlyn hops onto her bed, fingernails digging absentmindedly into her skin all the while.

“Honey…” You lower yourself onto the bed, leaning over her sprawled figure.


“You have to stop scratching” You insist, gently taking her dainty wrists in your hands “You’ll scar”

“Pffffff” She rips her hands away; one jumping to attend to the back of her neck, while the other scratches the underside of her exposed elbow.

“Kaitlyn, I’m serious”

“And I’m seriously itchy!” She snaps “But you wouldn’t know anything about that, would you?”

Ouch. She has a point.

Your hand finds its way to the back of your neck, scratching nervously as you choose your next words carefully.

“Alright, alright. Fair enough” You reach into the crumpled white pharmacy bag “Will you at least apply your meds first? You know, before skinning yourself alive?”

“Hey I’d love to pay tribute to ‘Skin Goblins’..” she muses “After all, it was my favorite goblin mo–” 

Her words make way for thin groans as you begin massaging lotion into her steaming skin.

She must be a thousand degrees..

“–so…..cold….” Her words escape in staggered moans as she shudders at your touch.

Your lips curve into a smirk as your fingers make their way up her abdomen, rubbing the lotion into her hot skin.


Wow..she’s really covered.

You slowly make your way up to her neck, pausing to adjust for a better angle. One of your hands moves to reach out for facial cream while the other lightly scratches the back of the first. 

Why is there a special face lotion, anyway?

“Noo..” she pouts “Not my face, it’s too cold..”

She puts up little reluctance, however, allowing you to easily straddle her waist. You lean comfortably over her and ready the lotion.

Using your thumbs, you begin at her chin, rubbing spiraling circles into her skin, spreading out to her cheeks and growing over her nose.

Her body relaxes, her increasingly rhythmic breathing intoxicating.

Your fingers gently rub her ears, then crawl up the bridge of her nose to press gently into her forehead.


Your lips slip into an easy smile as wriggles gently, cozying herself amidst her bedding. You lean down and place a light kiss on her forehead. Your lips tingle. You suppress a gag.

Big mistake.

The lotion tastes bad.

After hastily wiping your tongue on your arm, your fingernails follow, dragging across reddening skin. 

Sweat tastes better than hydrocorti..hydro cuticle..hydrodynamic…whatever, poison ivy cream

You tap your index finger lightly atop the tip of her nose.


She smiles softly, her eyes opening slightly to gaze into yours.



“Do you still love me in tomato form?”

“You’re not a tomato..” You press your lips lightly against hers, tingling sensation returning. You suppress another gag “..You’re a sweet little cherry”

“Even still?”

“Yes, but let’s hold off kissing..” You smile tiredly.

“Oh.” Her eyes drop from your gaze to the fingers she now kneads anxiously. Yours match hers, digging roughly into skin above your knuckles.


“..You’re still sweet, but the cream you’re covered in sure aren’t”

She gives you a smirk, playfully shoving you off of her to plop heavily to the bed beside.

“Hey!” You scratch indignantly behind your ear. She turns to face you, uncertainty clouding her beautiful, dark eyes.

“I’m sorry, about before..” She begins slowly, concern creeping through her lips.

“For what?” You lift an eyebrow quizzically, a fingernail lifting to scratch around it.

God damn it..

“For snapping at you like that” She takes your hand tentatively, her eyes glistening nervously back at you “I don’t really want you to be itchy too, I just–”

You place a finger assertively to her lips.

“It’s okay, I understand”

She shakes her head, and your finger, loose, allowing it to scribble with convolution across the bridge of your nose.  

“No, it isn’t. Just because I’m itchy doesn’t mean I should wish the same hell unto you, you know?”

You nod appreciatively “And if it makes you feel any better..” Your nails dig feverishly into your cheek, leaving burning trails of mercy.


“It was the itch talking, I swear” she continues “I don’t want you to be–”

“..I think I’m getting it too”



Your nails dig furiously into all exposed skin as Kaitlyn squeals beside you, wriggling in glee against the dark purple bedding you picked out for her ages ago.

Still soft.. Guess she hasn’t made enough use of it to ruin it yet.


Her squealing subsides.


“Quit happy dancing” She looks to you indignantly, scoffing.

“Whaaaat? I don’t know what you’re–”

“You haven’t stopped squealing since I mentioned the itchiness”

“I’m not–”

“You’re wiggling!”

“Am not!” 

She pauses her wiggling briefly before resuming with equal, if not more, enthusiasm.

Yeah, right.

“It was funny for the first minute or two, but half an hour is excessive”

“I’m just scratching my back!”

“Against a down blanket?”

“Hey, this only has a thread count of 800!”

“It’s softer than a cloud!” 

You test it, wiggling to no avail against the cloud-like comforter.

I knew it..


“I have sensitive skin!”


Champagne & Snogging

read on and ao3

rating: teen for alcohol and kissing 

tags: @magerain, @cosmiczero115, @thefairytailguild230, @ftfanfics

characters: natsu, lucy, cana, levy, juvia, gray

parings: nalu

summary: all lucy wants for the new year is pink moscato and a kiss, and natsu is ever so happy to give her what she wishes

Happy New Year’s, everyone! :)

“Don’t play coy with me, Lucy. You want to give Natsu a smooch tonight at midnight!” Cana said, nursing a drink and winking at Lucy.

“W-what are you talking about?” Lucy asked, genuinely concerned for her friend’s sanity. Cana took a long swig of her drink, chuckling darkly.

“You don’t mean you don’t notice how sexy the guy is?” Cana said, and her eyes glinted softly when she turned her eyes on Lucy.

“I-I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Lucy responded, her face flushing now. She had noticed, of course, but hadn’t thought about doing anything about it. I mean, he’s Natsu! She had seen him shovel 24 sandwiches into his mouth at once with sauces and toppings flying everywhere and heard him snoring uproariously in the middle of the night when he snuck into bed with her.

“Your face says otherwise, Lu,” Cana said with a smirk, and Lucy hid her face in her hands. How could Cana ask her about such a sensitive topic? Especially with Natsu so close in proximity?

“Luce!” Natsu said, marching over to the women with a smile on his face. An admittedly handsome one, Lucy thought, and she shook her head to clear her thoughts before Natsu got to her. She didn’t want to admit that her pulse quickened at the mere sight of him, and that she got goosebumps when he smiled at her like he was now. She liked the feelings, but she didn’t like what went along with them.

They were friends. Best friends. And Lucy didn’t want to ruin that for the world. It would be like ruining the most important thing that ever happened to her. She was forever grateful for him protecting her when she needed it most, especially when they met in Hargeon. Lucy didn’t know where she would be without him saving her life that day. After that, they had become the best of friends, and it had stayed that way for years through all their adventures.

But when the feelings started to creep up very slowly, Lucy shoved them down. When Natsu caught her in their battle with Phantom Lord, she pushed the feelings fluttering in her chest. The time when they formed a team on Tenrou Island and he rescued her from Kain Hikaru’s grip, she realized Natsu’s appeal as a leader. Even when he told her he would rescue Gray and he touched his forehead tenderly to Lucy’s, the feelings still felt wrong. Their friendship was more important to her than anything else in the world.

“What’s up, Natsu?” Cana asked, and Lucy’s blush inched her way up her face when she realized Natsu had taken his shirt off in his brawl with Gray held earlier. Gray’s shirt was also off, but she didn’t care. She didn’t have these kinds of feelings for Gray. And if she did, Juvia would murder her with just a glare.

“Luce, I’m tired. I want to go home,” he whined, and Lucy narrowed her eyes.

“Well, then, go home! I’m not your mother!” She was now getting annoyed. Since when did he need her permission to go to his own home?

“But I wanna sleep with you, Luce!” Natsu said, and Lucy froze, her blood turning ice cold in the shock.

“What?!” Lucy exclaimed, “That’s not something you announce in front of the entire guild, idiot!”

“Your bed is so warm, though, Lucy! And you get so snuggly when you sleep,” Natsu said, rubbing the back of his neck. Cana was now laughing uproariously, and Lucy’s pulse quickened and her face turned a tomato red.

“Juvia is happy for Lucy!” Juvia shouted across the room from her spot at her table with Gray, and Levy let out a whoop.

“Nice job, Lu!”

“I don’t know what all of this is about! I don’t get snuggly when I sleep!” Lucy protested, standing up from her seat at the table and stomping her foot.

“Sure ya do, Luce! In fact, you hold on to me during your nightmares,” Natsu said, his mouth turning up at the corners in amusement.

Lucy growled at her best friend. “Fine, let’s go home. But there will be no snuggling!”

“That’s what you always say, Luce,” Natsu said, chuckling, and Lucy had to admit that his chuckle was adorable

Once they got back to Lucy’s apartment, Lucy changed into her pajamas in the bathroom as to not give Natsu a peek at her body. Sure, she wanted him to see it one day, but today was not that day. Even if it was New Year’s Eve.

“You want some wine, Lucy?” Natsu asked, and Lucy whirled around with her eyes narrowed. She was still angry from the encounter at the guild, but she was curious as to why he brought champagne with him.

In his hands was a pink sparkling moscato, Lucy’s favorite. He also brought along some strawberries and fruit juice to put into the alcoholic beverage to make it easier to swallow. Lucy gasped, putting her hand on her heart.

“How did you know that was my favorite drink?” she asked, walking up and taking the bottle from him, looking at it.

“Well, whenever I stay here you always have that drink written down on your grocery list. And you always have strawberry pancakes for breakfast, so I thought maybe you might like both of those things today,” he said, and Lucy grinned. Natsu was so thoughtful.

Those feelings of attraction started to bloom again when he popped open the bottle without almost any effort and poured her a glass, mixing it together with the juice and the strawberries. He knew exactly what she liked, and even though he wasn’t her boyfriend, he knew how to make an occasion special.

“Thanks,” she said when he handed her the wineglass, trying not to notice how their fingers brushed together softly. Natsu seemed to notice it too, but said nothing. His face flushed slightly but Lucy didn’t notice as she took a few large sips of her favorite beverage.

“Luce?” Natsu asked, and Lucy’s eyes popped up to meet his.

“Hmm?” she answered, downing the rest of the drink quickly and pressing the glass back into his hands for another.

“Nothin’,” Natsu said, although he knew it was not just nothing. He felt it too. “Want to watch a movie?”

“Sure, as long as I can keep drinking these things,” Lucy said, and she began to start on the rest of the bottle of sparkling wine.

If Lucy hadn’t felt the feelings of being buzzed on her second drink, she definitely did on her seventh. Things were starting to get a little fuzzy around the edges, and everything Natsu did seemed hilarious. When he laughed at the movie it seemed a little distorted, and Lucy couldn’t help but laugh at his laugh.

“Your laugh’s sho funny, Natshu,” she said with a hiccup, and thankfully the credits were already rolling. Otherwise both of them would be in for a long night.

“I think it’s time for you to go to bed, Luce,” he said, smiling slightly at her antics.

“No, I want to stay up until New Year’s! And then I want a kiss!” she said, tapping her lips. Natsu gulped loudly but said nothing as he hoisted her into bed.

“Up you go,” he told her, and she cheered at the movement.

“Whee!” she said, holding onto his middle tightly. Natsu chuckled and untied her hands from his waist and began to get up.

“Stay with me, Natsu!” Lucy told him, her arms wrapping over his chest and pulling him down into the bed with him. She giggled as she pulled him under the covers and smiled at him cheekily.

“I don’t think this is a good idea, Lucy. You’re really drunk.”

“Yeah, but I want someone to snuggle with! You even said that I snuggle when I sleep,” she reminded him, and he gulped once more. She had him on that one.

“True,” he said, deciding that it probably wouldn’t be too bad to stay for a little while.

“Nighty-night,” Lucy said, tapping him on the nose with her finger. “Boop.”

Natsu chuckled, and Lucy giggled at the sound. Within moments, the two fell into a light sleep until they heard the countdown start. There was only 30 seconds left of the year, and this weighed on Lucy’s heart. It was now or never.

“Natsu,” Lucy said, her eyes staring deep into his. He flicked his eyes onto hers, and the intensity made his pupils dilate.

“Hmm?” he asked, tipping his head to the side.

“I really want to kiss you,” Lucy said, and Natsu’s eyes widened.

This was like something from another dimension. Lucy wanted to kiss him? The guy who was always making mistakes and messing up, making her angry and hurting her feelings? Him?

The clock began to count down from ten, and Lucy leaned in with her lips parted softly. Natsu watched her gorgeous face come closer and closer, and he realized something in that moment.

He wanted to kiss her too.

Kissing Lucy would be like a dream come true for him. His crushing on her had made him confused for sure. He didn’t want to ruin what they had: a beautiful friendship and a great team.

But maybe this kiss wouldn’t ruin it. Maybe it would be a start of a whole new adventure.

Natsu cupped her face as the numbers grew closer, and he wanted more than anything to kiss her puckered lips. She was so beautiful with her eyes shut and full of uncertainty and trust in him. As he neared, the numbers became smaller.

Their lips met at the last second of the previous year and stayed together until the first minute of the new one. It was a fantastic ending of the year to say the least, and a perfect start to a year full of possibilities. When they broke apart, Lucy blushed and pushed a strand of hair behind her ear and Natsu grinned.

“Lucy?” he asked, and Lucy looked up at him once more.


“Can I kiss you again?”

“Of course.”

Once again, Happy New Year! 2017 is gonna be great! <3