the lost grounds

Light You Up
look i love him i
Light You Up

Another Boku no Hero Academia mini song! This one about Katsuki Bakugou, my extra human explosion who I love but who also needs to fIND HIS CHILL. This is the first one I wrote, actually. Hope you like if you listen!

I have lost sight of the ground
so I refuse to look down.
If I keep chasing the sky
maybe I won’t notice all that’s left me behind.

The pity clouding your eyes
is what keeps the beast alive.
Under the smoke and mirrors
I want to know somebody still sees a hero.

I’ll light you up ‘till the world is blinded.
Running on air, a prisoner in my head.
If I fall,
if lose it all,
will I shatter with my illusory walls?

I won’t be forgotten.
I’ll beat you to the end.

Flustered

Title: Flustered

Word Count: A lot

Pairing: Peter Parker x Stark!reader

Warnings: Sexual themes but no actual smut

Summary: You want to prank Peter Parker and the best way to do it is to make him very flustered.

Part 2  Part 3

You were walking around the tower trying to find someone to mess with.  You saw Nat, Bucky, Wanda, and Clint sitting around the breakfast table.

Nat and Bucky were immediately out because messing with assassins usually ended with bodily harm.  You shuddered remembering that time you tried to throw a water balloon at Bucky.  Never again.

Wanda and Clint were out for the same reason.  They both knew you were about to do something before you even did it. Wanda you could understand, mind reading and all, but with Clint it was weird.  It was as if he woke up knowing when, where, and what you were going to do to him.

You moved on to the kitchen to find Thor, Steve and Vision.  You hated pranking Thor and Vision.  Thor just assumed it was some Earthen custom and laughed along with you.  Vision just didn’t get it, ever.

Steve was just too much of a gentleman to ever react or retaliate.  Where’s the fun in messing with someone if they don’t react?  You sighed disappointing there was no target for you here.

You walked around trying to find your dad and Banner.  You finally found them in their lab.  This made you groan.  Pranking in a lab was at best dangerous and at worst explosive.  Also pranking your dad usually meant you got grounded or lost mission privileges.  Not worth it.  That left you with one person.

Peter.

You walked into the lab with a mischievous glint in your eye. “Dad do you know where Spider-boy is? I need someone to mess with or my whole day just feels off.”

Tony looked up with a smile.” I believe he’s in the training room.”

This made you extra happy.  Not only did you have a target but your target was probably working out sweaty and shirtless.  So you turned right back around and went off to the training room.  

You had to sneak up to the training room due to the giant wall of windows.  You peaked around the corner to look in and your heart almost stopped.  There was Peter Parker working out in just low hanging athletic shorts. Sweat was dripping down his abs and his messy hair was in his eyes. You looked skyward for strength to not melt into a puddle right then and there.

You looked around the room trying to formulate a plan.  You saw his suit in a gym bag near the door and an idea popped into your head.  You smiled, you really were just too evil.  You tip toed towards the door as not to be seen.  You quietly creaked open the door wincing at the sound it made.  You froze looking up at Parker but he was so concentrated he didn’t even notice.  You sighed and went over to the bag zipping it open and grabbing the web launchers.

You smirked and continued to sneak up on your unsuspecting victim.  Once you got close enough where you couldn’t miss you stopped.  “Ohh Peter.” You drawled finally gaining his attention.

He turned around with a confused look right before you webbed his hands to the floor.  He yelped as he fell and tried to wriggle out of it.  You slowly sauntered over to your prey with a smile.  Once you reached him you sat down straddling him.  This made him immediately stop wiggling.

“Now that I’ve caught my Spider what to do with him?”  You whispered leaning in.  Peter gulped as you got closer.

“Y/N I was training let me go thi-” You rolled your hips as you leaned closer.  He squeaked as his face turned to a fiery red.

“What was that Spidey?” You giggled.

He gulped before continuing “I-I s-said let me go and stop this.”  He stuttered out.

You feigned an innocent look. “Stop what?”  And rolled your hips again.  He closed his eyes and took in a ragged breath.  His arms were bulging trying to be free of the webbing.  You rolled again for good measure.

“S-s-stop that.”  He whispered his eyes tightly closed and even his ears were burning red.  You giggled at the state you were putting him in.  Looking down at your master piece you knew one more thing would seal the deal.

You started at the base of his neck and started to kiss and suck.  Slowly moving up to his jaw.  You heard him groan and it took all of you to not stop and laugh. Moving along his jaw you finally got to his lips.  You pulled him in cupping both of his cheeks.  The kiss was passionate as Peter tried to lean in but only getting so far.  You continued to roll your hips as you were kissing him making him moan. You broke apart both breathing heavy. 

When you broke apart his eyes fluttered open and they were dark and full of lust. You wanted to stay there forever continuing this sweet torture but that wasn’t the plan. 

You briskly got up and started to leave.  Peter made a sound of protest, wiggling harder to be free.  He tried to call you back. “Y/N wait you can’t just leave me!”

You just smiled, blew a kiss and said, “If you get free come and find me.” 

House Rules (M)

Originally posted by nnochu

Summary: Frustration over recent political changes sets you off, and your loving husband helps you see the error of your ways.

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Genre: Smut

Word Count: 7,492

Warning: Dom!Yoongi, husband/wife relationship, teasing, punishment, edging, ass play, dirty talk, political themes

A/N: I could probably add more warnings. Rest assured, this is not vanilla. Enjoy!

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on the topic of not-so-obvious obvious observations

Listen I know everyone has this figured out but because I like making it clearer for us who are a lil slow to the game

I’m not 

Saying

The caller

Is Orion

But I’m saying

It’s Orion.

Just thought you should know.

anonymous asked:

malec + 25

Malec + “My nightmares are (usually) about losing you.”


Darkness stretched over the loft, the living room only illuminated by the cold light of the moon. His steps were heavy, dragging on the ground with lost sleep, as he made his way into the room. The lack of warmth made it easy to forget. Easy to concentrate on the silence around him, the charcoal that was draped over the world. The vibrant colours of the day were only memories now, a vivid dream just as the one haunting him once again.

Another sleepless night etched in this paralyzing feeling of despair that had become maybe too familiar to Magnus.

While the darkness brought temporary respite, Magnus was ever too aware that peace had always been part of destruction. It made him regret his decision to wander into his living room, leave the calming presence in his bed. The inability to check whether the images invading his mind were real or not left him reeling with dread, his anxieties rising and rising.

Despite his nerves, his limbs felt as if they were filled with lead, impossible to be moved. His body fell into his armchair, gaze fixed on nothing. Over and over, it played in his mind. And as the song began anew, his eyes caught the vase of flowers standing on the table in front of him. Alec had brought them with him yesterday, or was it still today? A charming little smile on his face, a bounce in his steps. Pressing a kiss to his lips, he had murmured Something beautiful for the most beautiful man I know.

Magnus had felt his heart soar then, now he felt the cracks spread, threatening to break it in two.

Oh, how he longed to drown his sorrows. The peacefulness of washed away thoughts and a still mind. He wanted to sink to the bottom of the ocean, let the water take him, and drain his mind of the pain he couldn’t escape.

Nevertheless, all he could do was sit there in the darkness of the night and endure. As he had always done. Leaning back into the chair, he closed his eyes, ready to face his fate. And as expected, his dream invaded his senses once again as everything else dulled.

Wilted flowers, faded colours, death and darkness and—

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enbyrapunzel  asked:

So are you saying that I'm allowed to use daydreaming as a coping mechanism? Even though I'm an adult? I've been told that I need to grow out of that stuff but... I really miss creating my own worlds

After thoroughly investigating “maladaptive daydreaming” literature, I could find no actual evidence that daydreaming is, in itself, maladaptive!  The problem is usually a skill gap where the daydreamer ALSO doesn’t know how to deal with a problem.

A problem that occurs in countless other people who don’t daydream.

Meanwhile, my main area of study is complex trauma, which field is full of cases of, “This horrible trauma/neglect/deprivation should have totally fucked this person up and would have produced a human being incapable of anything resembling a normal life–but because they had a rich imagination and abundant inner resources, they were able to create an inner narrative that gave the safety, control, love, and meaning that their real life utterly lacked.”

So I was gonna say “ehh, I’m new to the field, IDK that I’m allowed to give anyone permission to anyone” but—

DREAM THE FUCK ON.  Learn to deal with real life too, but if daydreams are there for you to fall back on? DREAM.

ok listen

jiang wen and donnie yen right

for some reason i felt the need to let u know how they are both very attractive but in subtly different ways and i

my,, hand slipped

i cannot be held responsible

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Rough Week?

We’ve all been there. Last week didn’t go so hot. It was one thing after another and we reached a bit of a breaking point. Sound familiar? I sort of had the mother of all bad weeks. Convenience ruled supreme. Motivation came to an absolute standstill. Shit hit the fan. The closest occurrence to exercise was pushing myself up from the face plant on my couch. I could go on and revel you in the 7-part saga that is this week, but let’s not because I’m ready now!

It Happens to Everyone: Before we get started on anything else just know that nothing is wrong with you, you weren’t weak, you didn’t fail, and while the emotions you feel might be intense you are neither alone nor wrong for having them. There are usually only so many red alerts we can have flash before our eyes before something has to give. But–there is no music to face. We’re all relating here. Just know that one day or one one week cannot undo several weeks, months, or years of taking better care of yourself. It’s totally normal. We’re all human.

Advise Against “Making Up” for Lost Ground: Treat the next day or week like it’s simply the next one succeeding the last one. Avoid eating and exercise behaviors that are too far removed from your typical habits. You’re trying to get back on track, not repent. OK? Not only does it tend to keep someone in a negative head space, but trying to pull out a massive comeback via overexertion or severe restriction can get you stuck in a feedback loop. You need to satisfy your hunger and workout normally. It’s just another normal day.  

Detox Products are Not the Answer: Your kidneys and liver do that. If they do not, be admitted to a hospital immediately. Detox products only empty your wallet and probably induce diarrhea. Drink plenty of water and choose foods high in fiber to work out the excess waste and water retention. Your body came equipped with all the goods it needed.

Choose Some Foods That Make You Feel Refreshed and Pampered: A huge part of the game is mental, so pick something that makes you feel a bit spoiled and frivolous. I’d probably be one to argue that putting slices of cucumber and lemon in your water is pretty gimmicky, but if that makes you feel revitalized and special; frickin’ do it. Try something new and make it about how fun fresh food can be! Be excited by something!

Do Exercise: Pick one of your favorite workout activities. It can be a bit overwhelming to get back into our routine after having a rough week, so it needs to be a fun one. If you’re still feeling overwhelmed or yucky, opt for some walks or low impact activities to ease back into it. Just like fresh foods, getting some activity and some sweat out will help with the mental and physical symptoms of going off-road.

on trust and manipulation

Back in early high school, I knew a girl - we were kinda friends by virtue of having multiple friends in common, but in hindsight, she never much liked me - who had this purebred dog. I’d met him at her place, and he wasn’t desexed, which was pretty unusual in my experience, so it stuck in the memory. And one day, as we were walking across the playground, this girl - I’ll call her Felice - said to me, “Hey, so we’re going to start using my dog as a stud.” And I’m like, Oh? And she’s like, “Yeah, we’ve been talking to breeders, we’re going to get to see his puppies and everything,” and I made interested noises because that actually sounded pretty interesting, and she went on a little bit more about how it would all work -

And then, out of nowhere, she swapped this sly look with another girl, burst out laughing and exclaimed, “God, you’re so gullible. I literally just made that up. You’ll believe anything!”

And I was just. Dumbfounded. Because I was standing there, staring at them, and they were laughing like I was an idiot, like they’d pulled this massive trick on me, and all I could think, apart from why the fuck they felt moved to do this in the first place, was that neither of them knew what gullible means. Like, literally nothing in that story was implausible! I knew she had an undesexed, male, purebred dog! It made total sense that he be used for a stud! And it wasn’t like I was getting this information from a second party - the person who actually owned the dog was telling me herself! And I felt so immensely frustrated, because they both walked off before I could figure out how to articulate that gullible means taking something unlikely or impossible at face value, whereas Felice had told me a very plausible lie, and while the end result in both cases is that the believer is tricked, the difference was that I wasn’t actually being stupid. Rather, Felice had manipulated the fact that she occupied a position of relative social trust - meaning, I didn’t have any reason to expect her to lie to me - to try and make me feel stupid.

Which, thinking back, was kind of par for the course with Felice. On another occasion, as our group was walking from Point A to Point B, I felt a tugging jostle on my school bag. I didn’t turn around, because I knew my friends were behind me, and my bag was often half-zipped - I figured someone was just shoving something back in that had fallen out, or had grabbed it in passing as they horsed around. Instead, Felice steps up beside me, grinning, and hands me my wallet, which she’d just pulled out, and tells me how oblivious I was for not noticing that she’d been rifling my bag, and how I ought to pay more attention. This was not done playfully: the clear intent, again, was to make me feel stupid for trusting that my friends - which, in that context, included her - weren’t going to fuck with me. As before, I couldn’t explain this to her, and she walked on, pleased with herself, before I could try.

The worst time, though, was when I came back from the canteen at lunch one day, and Felice, again backed up by another girl, told me that my dad had showed up on campus looking for me. By this time, you’d think I’d have cottoned on to her particular way of fucking with me, but I hadn’t, and my dad worked close enough to the school that he really could’ve stopped in. So I believed her, a strange little lurch in my stomach that I couldn’t quite place, and asked where he was. She said he’d gone looking for me elsewhere, at another building where we sometimes sat, and so I hurried off to look for him, feeling more and more anxious as I wondered why he might be there.

I was halfway across campus before I let myself remember that my mother was in hospital.

I felt physically sick. My pulse went through the roof; I couldn’t think of a reason why my dad would be at school looking for me that didn’t mean something terrible had happened to my mother, that her surgery had gone wrong, that she was sick or hurt or dying. And when my dad wasn’t where she’d said he would be, I hurried back to Felice - who was now sitting with half our mutual group of friends - only to be met with laughter. She called me gullible again, and that time, I snapped. I chased her down and punched her, and the friends who’d only just arrived, who didn’t know what had happened or why I was reacting like that, instantly took her side. Noises were made about telling the rest of our friends what I’d done, and I didn’t want them to hear Felice’s version first, so I ran off to the library, where I knew they were, to tell them first.

I walked into the library. I found our other friends. I was shaky and red-faced, and they asked me what had happened. I told them what Felice had done, that I’d hit her for it, that my mother was in hospital for an operation - something I’d mentioned in passing over the previous week; multiple people nodded in recognition - and how I’d thought Felice’s lie meant that something bad had happened. And then I burst into tears, something I almost never did, because it wasn’t until I said it out loud that I realised how genuinely frightened I’d been. I sat down at the table and cried, and a girl - I’ll call her Laurel - who I’d never really been close to - who was, in fact, much better friends with Felice than with me - put her arm around my shoulders and hugged me, volubly furious on my behalf.

And then the other girls showed up, and Laurel said, with that particular vicious sincerity that only twelve-year-olds can really muster, “Prepare to die, Felice,” and I almost wanted to laugh, but didn’t. A girl who was a close friend, who’d come in with Felice, took her side, outraged that I’d punched someone, until Laurel spoke up about my mother being in hospital, and everyone went really quiet. Which was when I remembered, also belatedly, that Laurel’s own mother was dead; had died of cancer several years previously, which explained why she of all people was so angry. I have a vivid memory of the look on Felice’s face, how she tried to play it off - she said she hadn’t known about my mother, I pointed out that I’d mentioned it multiple times at lunch that week, and she lost all high ground with everyone.    

Felice never played a trick on me again.

Eighteen years later, I still think about these incidents, not because I’m bearing some outdated grudge, but because they’re a good example of three important principles: one, that even with seemingly benign pranks, there’s a difference between acting with friendly or malicious intent; two, that ignorance of context can have a profound effect on the outcome regardless of what you meant; and three, that getting hurt by people who abuse your trust doesn’t make you gullible - it means you’re being betrayed. 

And I feel like this is information worth sharing.  

shinydrop  asked:

Your idea for the Guide to the land of lost children reminds me a lot of maladaptative daydreaming. I don't know if you have heard of it, it's being studied by only a handful of mental health professionals. I think it was Eli Somer who first noticed it and coined the term, and I know he has published several articles about it. There's also several support groups for people who claim to suffer this condition on tumblr and other websites.

Apologies if maladaptive daydreaming resonates for you.

I’ve studied maladaptive daydreaming and I… kind of have to admit that I hate the concept?  “Maladaptive” is such a judgmental word. Like I’ve said, it was anti-daydreaming attitudes that made me give up the coping mechanism keeping me sane and nearly drove me to suicide. I don’t remember that period of my life very well but my journals from the time are VERY bleak. 

I also have journals of the time in grad school I ran across the “maladaptive daydreaming” research and basically screamed in anger and frustration and rage for two weeks straight.  There’s an EXTREME difference between “daydreams can be maladaptive, we need to address how to help this person deal with reality better” and what happens in the research, which is literally, “This person is psychologically fine except she daydreams a lot and feels weird about it; here is the medication cocktail we put her on that made the daydreams go away.”

Now as a psychologist I’m a narrative therapist with a keen interest in helping writers and artists, and the psychologist I see for my own therapy is a Jungian who works with dreams. In my personal life, I’m a writer and paracosmist. If there’s anything I can do with my life and career, it will be to challenge the psychological field’s phobia of daydreams and champion peoples’ innate creative ability to use their inner resources towards their own health.

Birthday Presents (M)

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

Originally posted by minblush

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Well at least you’re making progress.”

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

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

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

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

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

“I promise I won’t take too long.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Just open it.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I love them.”

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

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

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

“I know, that’s why I got them.”

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

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Are these..?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Ass up, princess.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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

If this isn’t Feyre’s theme song with being in the spring court then I don’t know what is.

Bird Set Free– Sia

Clipped wings, I was a broken thing
Had a voice, had a voice but I could not sing
You would wind me down
I struggled on the ground
So lost, the line had been crossed
Had a voice, had a voice but I could not talk
You held me down
I struggle to fly now

But there’s a scream inside that we all try to hide
We hold on so tight, we cannot deny
Eats us alive, oh it eats us alive
Yes, there’s a scream inside that we all try to hide
We hold on so tight, but I don’t wanna die, no
I don’t wanna die, I don’t wanna die

https://youtu.be/CqNp-KXiAHo

Fleet Air Arm Harrier FRS.1

During the Falklands War, Sea Harriers shot down 20 enemy aircraft during the conflict with one lost to enemy ground fire. They were also used to launch ground attacks in the same manner as the Harriers operated by the Royal Air Force.

@miss-americaxchavez highlights from the Lost Boys panel

-Greg Cannon talked about purposefully modelling Max in his vampire state after Joel Schumacher himself (Joel did catch on fairly quickly)

-Two separate stories about actors having to go to the hospital for rocks/gravel to the cornea (Keifer and Alex, respectively)

-Joel would regularly go beyond the hour shooting limit for scenes where the actors had to wear the sclera lenses and Greg would get PISSED

-Jamison recalls Keifer specifically saying before the beach massacre scene “what i want to do is I want to bite that bald guy right through his head” (followed immediately by the clip of Keifer biting that bald guy through his head)

-Ve straight up said her goal from the very beginning of her work bts was for everyone to go home wanting to sleep with the Lost Boys

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January 27th 1945: Liberation of Auschwitz

On this day in 1945, the Auschwitz-Birkenau concentration camp in Poland was liberated by the Soviet Red Army. One of the most notorious camps of Nazi Germany, Jews and others persecuted by the Nazi regime were sent to Auschwitz from 1940 onwards. During its years in operation, over one million people died in Auschwitz, either from murder in the gas chambers or due to starvation and disease. As the war drew to a close and the Nazis steadily lost ground to the Allied forces, they began evacuating the camps and destroying evidence of the war crimes and crimes against humanity committed there. The leader of the SS, Heinrich Himmler, ordered the evacuation of the remaining prisoners at the camp as the Soviet Red Army closed in on the area. Nearly 60,000 prisoners from Auschwitz were forced on a march toward Wodzisław Śląski (Loslau) where they would be sent to other camps; some 20,000 ended up in the Bergen-Belsen camp in Germany. However, thousands died during the evacuation on the grueling marches, leading to them being called ‘death marches’. 7,500 weak and sick prisoners remained in Auschwitz, and they were liberated by the 322nd Rifle Division of the Soviet Red Army on January 27th 1945. Auschwitz remains one of the most powerful symbols of the Holocaust and the horrific crimes committed by the Nazi regime against Jews and numerous other groups.

The Green Island

Parring: Peter Pan X Reader

Word: 1421

Warning: none

Summary: Y/N is Peter’s Lost girl, and he isn’t exactly the boyfriend Y/N expected.

A/N: i’m not dead! I know i should write the next part of 3317, don’t worry, i will soon, i just really wanted to write this!

Part 2

Originally posted by my-fxxfics

The stick moved easy over the ground, drawing a line from the end in the sand. The lines became a castle as they so often had before. Peter would soon come back and destroy it, as he so often had before.

You sighed, and looked around at the camp. Some of the boys were cooking dinner, some hunted, some fooled around, and Peter was out doing god knows what. He did that a lot, he was almost never at the camp anymore.

“it has its purpose” he had said when you had asked. “don’t ask again”

And you hadn’t. Not because you were scared, no. You had never been scared at Peter, not like anyone else had, he treasured you. Nobody dared curl a hair on your head, everybody knew what had happened to the boy who by accident had hit you with an arrow, sometimes you could still hear his scream in the dark night. Every time you asked Peter to let him go, forgive him, it was just an accident!

“nobody hurts my queen” Peter always said, and kissed your forehead.

You stood up, and started walking out of the camp. Peter wasn’t here, surely you could leave for just five minutes.

You knew the forest almost as well as Peter. All the times you had snuck out here, just for him to go after you, to spend a little quality time with your king.

The forest went on and on, but you didn’t mind, why should you? The forest was a nice place, it was as if even the plants was afraid of what Peter could do to them, and not dared hurt you.

A voice cut through the silence on Neverland, and you followed the sound. It didn’t take many steps for you, before you stood in front of a group.

“hello” you said, all of them turning to you. There were five, a woman with long blonde hair, a woman with dark shoulder length, and one with short black hair. There were also two men, a blonde and a dark haired, the last one had a hook instead of one of his hands. Captain Hook no doubt, Peter had told you about him, you had never meet him however, until now.

“welcome to Neverland! “you said with a smile, but none of the adults returned it.

“who are you? “the women with shoulder length dark hair said, no doubt a leader.

“I’m Y/N, and you are? “you asked, looking at them.

“wait, Y/N? “the blonde one said and took a step towards you. “as in The Golden Castle Y/N? “

“I’m sorry to disappoint, but I only lived in one place before this island, and it was no castle for sure” you said with a smile. Again, nobody returned it. You waited for an answer to your earlier question, but they didn’t seem to want to give it.

“so, what brings you to Neverland? “you asked. “it’s not most people who choose this place for a holiday”

“it doesn’t concern you” the one with the shoulder length hair said.

“we’re looking for someone” the women with short black hair said, and you nodded. You had a feeling of who it was. “maybe you can help us, do you know where Peter Pan is? “

You opened your mouth to response, but never got to. A loud noise made you turn around, and you saw a lot of birds flying up from the forest, their voices ringing through the trees.

“that’s my sign” you said, and looked back at them. “sorry, but it was nice to meet you! “

 

The five adults watched you disappearing through the trees, before four of them turned to the last.

“what’s the golden castle? “Mary-Margaret asked Emma.

“it’s a fairy-tale” Emma said.

“about that girl there? “Regina asked, and Emma nodded. “well, tell us! “

“it’s about a poor girl called Y/N, that lives in a village with her younger sister” Emma started telling. “but one day an evil witch finds them, and kills her younger sister. Y/N is of course crushed when she finds out, and she runs out in the woods, where a prince finds her. He gets sympathy, and offers her a place at the castle, but of course the prince falls in love with her, her with him, and they get married”

“a poor girl that marries a prince and become princess, where have I seen that before?” Regina said sarcastic.

“that’s the point of this fairy-tale, this is the beginning” Emma said, and the forest became quiet, as if everything waited for Emma to continue the story.

 

“where have you been?! “Peter asked angry, and you turned around to watch him. You were on your way back, but of course Peter wanted to talk private first.

“I took a walk” you said, not looking him in the eyes. “nothing happened, I’m fine”

He held a hand out, and turned your head to look at him. his forest green eyes meet yours Y/E/C, and suddenly it was just you two.

“I don’t know what I would do if something happened to you… “he said in a quiet voice.

“I know” you replied, and he leaned down to let his lips meet yours.

 

“Y/N is not what people expect of a princess” Emma continued her fairy-tale. “she wants to go on adventures, explore the world, but the prince won’t let her. He keeps her in the castle with nothing to do but what he expects princesses to do, stare at gold”

“he wants princesses to sit and stare at gold all day? “David asked, and Emma nodded.

“well, I’m glad you’re not like that” Mary-Margaret said to her husband, trying to sound joking.

“how does she escape? “Regina asked, making them all look at Emma.

“she doesn’t”

 

“Peter stop” you said, showing his hand off your arm.

“no! “he said. “you can’t leave this camp, I won’t let you! It’s not safe! “

“I can take care of myself! “you said angry. This argument happened far too often, and you both knew exactly what the other would say next.

“but you don’t need to! “he said, following the script down to every detail. “the boys and i can protect you, you don’t have to do it yourself! “

“you can’t keep me a prisoner! “you said angrily, knowing this wouldn’t last much longer.

“oh yes, I can! “he said, and you widened your eyes. He had never threatened you before.

“what? “you asked in a whisper, not being sure you had heard correctly.

“I said” he took a step towards you, so you had to tilt your head back to look him in the eyes. “yes. I. can! “

 

“what do you mean she doesn’t escape? “Mary-Margaret asked.

“I mean she doesn’t escape” Emma said, looking at her mother. She had never liked the story, and had felt relived when there was no Y/N in Storybrooke, now it turned out she was here. “she wants to, but right before she does it, the prince lock her up in the castle”

“but all fairy-tales has a happy ending! “David argued. He had always trusted his story to have a happy ending, to live happily ever after, that was how it should be.

“except this one” Emma said, her eyes dark by the thought of the story.

 

“LET ME OUT! “you screamed, but nobody answered. The wooden bars were rough under your hands, the cage swinging in the air. You could see two lost boys on the ground, but they were too far away for you to recognize them.

It wouldn’t make any difference, all the boys feared Peter, no one would dare to cross him. Before it had been nice, feeling so safe, but now you were a prisoner, trapped in a cage like all of his’ enemies.

“Please… “you begged quiet, letting go of the bars, feeling a single tear run down your cheek.

You had never been afraid of Peter, why should you? He had only protected you. He still wanted to protect you, and he thought he did just that. But you didn’t feel protected, you felt scared. Scared of the boy you loved.

Oh, what a horrible feeling. Fearing someone you loved. Wanting to run so far away you possible could, but also wanting to throw yourself into their arms. Oh, what a horrible feeling, being trapped on the green island you once had ruled with your king, calling it your kingdom.

Heyo! I know I’ve been kinda absent but I made sure to try and prepare something to thank all of you ♡ so, thanks guys

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‘Why do I feel like this is not the place?’

Not that Harry expected Ron to enjoy the idea of changing their pub night routine after Hermione’s complaints that they had been going to the same bar, had been sitting at the same table and drinking the same stuff for the past two years, but somehow he understood what his friend meant the moment they spotted the building. No, it didn’t look like the kind of place Harry would expect to find himself after a tiresome week of dull work at the Ministry. He would be lying if he said he didn’t miss the burning feeling of adventure he had experienced countless times in the past. He obviously did, it was just that… he didn’t have that drive to take risks anymore those days.

‘It's… different. Stop looking so skeptic, Ronald, I bet they serve great drinks!’

Harry had known Hermione long enough to identify anxiety in her tone immediately.

‘Hermione, the tips of my toes must be blue from the cold, and that guy over there’ Hermione followed Ron’s eyes with her on, sighing. 'It’s on his boxers!’

Harry wouldn’t call those boxers, but he decided to keep that remark to himself. After all, the high heels the guy in question was wearing were for more concerning than the black leather shorts.

Harry thought for a moment he had an idea of what they were getting into, of what that place was, and deep down he thought Hermione knew that as well. So when Harry followed her past the two security guards which sent them odd looks, he tried his best to leave his preconceptions behind him.

And that was when Harry realized he was wrong.

To say the place wasn’t what he had expected would have been an euphemism. The small building from outside, all dark stained bricks with discolored painting, covered a majestic mansion, the ceiling so unbelievably high he had trouble telling if it was even there at first.

Feathers, glitter, neon painting flashed around him, everyone at sign dressed up from head to toe with the most absurd things, dancing and chatting, unknown drinks Harry was sure were spelled being passed from hand to hand. Harry turned his head to the side, his eyes meeting Ron’s immediately and even under the poor lighting he could see his friend was paler than usual.

What seemed to be a waiter - his all black outfit distinctive amidst everyone else - appeared in front of them before any of them could speak a word, the plate he had in hands sustaining more drinks than Harry would have thought was possible.

His features were flawless, white porcelain skin, hair as dark as Harry’s but perfectly combed. The outstanding creature turned his head to the side, blue eyes meeting green ones.

For a second Harry felt like his feet had lost ground, until Hermione’s hand brought him back to where he was. Somehow, a wide glass was secured in his right hand, a green, milky liquid, moving inside on its own.

'I think we better go’ Ron’s tone caught his attention, a deep crease forming between his brows. Harry’s eyes run the place but the waiter was nowhere to be found.

'I’m almost sure that guy was a half veela’ Hermione spoke with an odd expression on her face, eyeing her own drink suspiciously. 'But that’s not a reason for us to leave! Half veelas have the right to-’

'Where did this come from?’ Harry cut, unceremoniously.

He knew where Hermione’s discourse was heading and didn’t fancy a lecture on any bloody creatures rights on modern wizard world. His attention now was focused on what he had in hands, the liquid moving inside the glass something that should have seemed disgusting but only incited Harry’s curiosity.

'He said it was courtesy of the house’ Ron spoke, holding his own like it was some kind of poison. 'Hermione, I really don’t think we should- Harry!’

It burned.
Harry’s throat burned with the bittersweet taste of the drink, warming his way down his chest until it hit the bottom of his stomach. His lips, his tongue, everything was on fire.

And maybe it had burned his eyes too, somehow. Because he couldn’t believe what was in front of him.

'Are you insane?! That thing was disgusting, why did you drink it?’

Ron was shaking him, but Harry’s eyes were transfixed.

It didn’t took him too long to understand why. The club was crowded and the lights were low but it wasn’t impossible to distinguish people’s faces. It definitely hadn’t been impossible for Harry to recognize the blond hair, the sharp shoulders, so when Ron stopped talking abruptly he knew it wouldn’t be necessary to check if his friend was okay.

What was left of Harry’s drink dripped on the front of his shirt as his hand loosened it’s grip on the glass.

Harry was sure he had died and went to hell, he just couldn’t understand why his pants felt so tight all of a sudden.

Draco Malfoy stood with a shocked expression not far from him, his naked chest heaving up and down quickly. His skin shone in the dim light, long legs barely covered with a thin layer of tights that met stripes of leather wrapped around his hips.

When Harry’s eyes found the other’s gray ones again there were no traces of fear left.

They hadn’t met in years but the fire was there again, the rage, the hate.

Everything burned and, oh, had they both missed it.