treats her like a queen

I'm in love with Jaehee Kang

She is so beautiful, smart, caring, and hardworking. The treatment she receives from Jumin Han is not what she deserves, she is too good for C&R and I want to be able to work her smile and be happy with her life. I want to watch her thrive as she does the things that she truly loves and not be constricted by any limitations. I will marry this woman because I love her so dearly. I will cherish and treat her like the absolute queen that she is because she deserves the sun, the moon, the stars in the sky and the earth that she walks upon. GOD I LOVE JAEHEE KANG! -(Mariah)

Boys

If you treat her like a queen and she treats you like garbage, it ain’t worth it. 

 I know y’all are raised to believe that you have to just take whatever she dishes out, treat her like a queen all the time and work yourself to the bone so she can have whatever she wants, but you don’t have to. If she treats you like shit, leave her. 

Find a woman who treats you like a King as much as you treat her like a Queen.

I can’t wait until I meet the woman who will be my wife.

I can’t wait to take her out on simple dates or just stay in and cuddle on the couch with her and watch movies until we fall asleep.

I can’t wait to let her lay her head in my lap and play with her hair, or to cook her whatever she wants to eat.

I can’t wait to just make her laugh, to hold her hand and just talk about everything and nothing with her. I can’t wait to just be with her.

I hope I meet her soon.

Find the girl.
Find the girl who never has a straight face when you’re around.
Find the girl that will go on late night adventures with you, even if it’s just to a grocery store.
Find the girl who lights up a room just by being in it.
Find the girl who will travel the world with you.
Find the girl who you can have those deep conversations with.
Find the girl who you can have fun with, bringing tears to your eyes because you laughed so hard and your gut hurt.
Find the girl with a beautiful soul.
Find the girl with the eyes of Diamonds, for her eyes will never change. Fall in love with her eyes and everytime you look at her you’ll fall in love all over again.
Find the girl who looks at you with such intensity that you can feel her looking into your soul.
Find the girl who knows how to handle your mood swings.
Find the girl who sings along to every song on the radio when you drive in the car.
Find the girl who you can proudly bring home to your parents.
Find the girl who will go without makeup.
Find the girl who is comfortable in her own skin.
Find the girl who holds your hand when you go out, knowing she only wants you.
Find the girl who you will stay up late for.
Find the girl who you will lose sleep to.
Find the girl who calms your spinning head and brings a peace to your heart.
Find the girl who can make you smile just by being beside you or just by texting “hi”.
Find the girl who will take care of you when you’re sick not being afraid of getting sick herself.
Find the girl you can’t see yourself without.
Find the girl who you wouldn’t mind waking up to.
—  Find the one…
Bad Puppy : Taehyung Werewolf AU!

Originally posted by qweentae

Kim Taehyung Smut! Dom Tae! Sub Reader! Werewolf AU! Smutty smut smut.


Your boyfriend had always managed to be in control of his werewolf senses in order to keep you safe and his hyungs unhurt. But what happens when his uncontrollable heat occurs right after his comeback performance and you jut so happen to be wearing his favorite dress? ;)

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You watched your boyfriend strongly perform his comeback for “Not Today”, obviously proud and a little turned on by your boyfriends powerful moves. He seemed to be having the time of his life till you noticed something wasn’t quite right.

Out of the corner of your eye you could see him make a few gestures, inferring that he was in some sort of pain. You continued to watch him carefully, and  that’s when you noticed it. His eyes were turning from his usually sweet brown to bright yellow.

“Shit”, you mumbled. Walking over to the side of the stage to see the boys finish up their performance.

“Come on baby , your almost done, finish strong then run off, you can do it, control it”, you pleaded as you desperately tried getting one of the boys attention.

“Chong, jujun,Balsa”, the song finally ended as you made eye contact with namjoon, him reacting to your worried expression.

You then mouthed “ his heat” vigorously pointing to tae. Namjoon then looked at tae, tae panting heavily, gripping onto namjoons jacket for dear life.

“Hyung, I need to get out of here”, Tae growled, panic spreading through Namjoon’s body.

Namjoon then looked at you sending you a slight nod, meaning they were ready to abort mission. You then ran off to the van, they used for tae if this sort of thing were to possibly occur. Waiting for your lover to arrive you grabbed the chains that were secured in the van.

The door swung open as tae crawled inside, Namjoon giving you a worried look, you nodding as if saying “ I got this”, him closing the door. A groan escaping tae’s lips as you locked the doors and told the driver to step on the gas. 

You quickly grabbed his wrists to wrap the chains around him, only to be tackled down onto the seat, a yelp escaping your lips.

“Tae, baby”, You whispered in fear. He didn’t say anything,as he dipped his face into the side of your neck. You grabbed onto his shoulders tightly. “Control it “, you said, unsure of what was to happen next.

“(Y/N)”, he growled, as his fingers ghosted down your body frame.” This is my favorite dress of yours”, he said before yanking it up above your waist, exposing your black laced thong.

You yelped at his sudden action, pushing at his shoulder’s. “Baby you need to…”, you stopped as he interrupted you.

“Don’t fucking tell me to calm down”, he growled, now completely ripping your dress apart. Your eyes widened at his strength, this was the first time you’ve experienced his heat away from home. This was dangerous; no chains, no face mask, and no basement separating the two of you. 

No matter how dangerous this situation was, the way he was being with you turned you on. He was always so sweet with you whenever you two had sex, while he was always dominant, he was never this rough with you, and it turned you on , so much. 

“You like this don’t you kitten?” he growled deeply, “you like how rough i’m being, I can smell how wet your getting”, he said as he roughly grinned his pelvis into yours, earning a moan from you.

“And don’t call me baby, i’m daddy tonight”, he said before ripping off his clothes, connecting his lips roughly to your neck.

“Baby”, you moaned. Completely ignoring his request. He grunted flipping you over, smacking your ass roughly, earning another yelp from you.

“What was that kitten? I don’t believe that’s what I said you can call me tonight”. he growled smacking your ass again, you gasping; his actions turning you on even more.

“Daddy, i’m sorry daddy, i’ll be a good kitten”, you moaned. His spanking making you wetter by the minute. He gripped your hair roughly, turning you around, still on your hands and knees. His dick was now right in front of your face, throbbing harder than you’ve ever seen it before. You licked your lips at the sight, squeezing you thighs together to release the aching. 

He looked down at you, “such a cock slut”, he barked. “Open that mouth so I can fuck those pretty lips of yours” he ordered, pressing his cock against your mouth. 

The second you parted your lips, he forced himself into you mouth, fully pushing himself in, making you choke around his thick length. Your hands rested on his thighs as you looked up at him with teary eyes. He groaned/howled at the feeling of your throat clenching around his cock, turning you on more than you already were. 

“That’s right kitten let me fuck those lips of yours, such a good cock slut”, he growled as he started pounding into your mouth.

You had a feeling that this was going to be his way of releasing his heat tension so you let me fuck your mouth. Not only did his barbaric actions turn you on, but his harsh words did as well. You were definitely a cock slut for him and you loved the way he looked when he got off too you. 

After a few minutes of him brutally fucking your mouth he pulled out, you whining at the sudden loss of contact.

He sat back in his seat, looking you in the eyes,” come here and ride daddy, kitten”, he said his canines, looking smaller than they did when he first got into the car.

You applauded yourself, the sex was working, and you sure as hell weren’t complaining. 

You positioned yourself above his cock, slowly sliding down his shaft; moans leaving both of your mouths, filling up the car as much as his cock was filling you up. 

You started moving a reasonable pace, to get use to his size, earning moans from your lover. His hands moved to you hips, pushing you down onto his cock. “Faster”, he moaned, you quickening your speed. “Faster” he repeated, your hips now moving faster to fit his needs. 

“I said faster goddammit”, he yelled as he started pounding into you himself. You holding onto his shoulders for dear life as he thrusted into you with such force that would have send you flying into the ceiling of the car. 

“Fuuuuuccccckkkk”, you moaned/yelled, your walls clenching around his cock. “Daddy i’m gonna cum”, you whined loudly, throwing your head back.

“Don’t you dare fucking cum until i say you can”, he barked, pounding into you in an inhumanly speed, chasing his own high. 

After a minute of you holding back your orgasm he finally approached his.

“Now”, he barked. The two of you screaming out each others pet names as you both came harder onto/into each other than ever before. You both clung onto each other, coming down from your highs. You looked into his eyes, his eyes now returning to his lovely shade of brown as you smiled at him, giving him a light kiss on his lips.

“Baby… i’m sorry if I was too rough”, he said with a guilty tone in his voice, scared that he might have harmed you.

You giggled, a confused expression appearing on his face. 

“Please be that rough more often daddy”, you purred into his ear. Him blushing and holding you closer as the car came to a stop. 

“Oh my god … we were fucking in the back of a van”, you said, embarrassed that the driver would judge you highly. 

“Okay kids, here’s your stop.” the driver said as he looked back at the two of you quickly covering yourselves. 

“And just some advice honey”, the driver said looking at you. “Take a long shower, your sure going to feel that in the morning”. He said with a slight smile, you covering your face in embarrassment. Your boyfriend laughing at the situation.

“And you”, he said to Tae as he stepped out of the car. “You better treat her like a queen after the damage you did to her walking schedule”. Tae only laughed as he pulled you close.

“I sure will”. he said closing the door, leaving butterfly kisses on your cheek. 

“ My queen”, he mumbled onto your cheek, causing you to giggle.

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Authors note! 

I hope you guy’s liked this one ;) 

Please let me know if you want any similar stories like this one, with other members. or other band’s!

Marichat May - What if?

“Did you see that video on the Ladyblog last night?” Adrien grinned and sat beside Nino. “It was amazing!”

Nino nodded along, covering a yawn. “Oh, yeah. It was great.”

“And Chat Noir, too!” Adrien beamed as he pulled out his supplies. “Did you see how he took out that akuma?”

Nino chuckled. “Well, Ladybug took out a bunch of clones with a toy helicopter. That was impressive.”

“That’s exactly my point!” Adrien turned to look at Nino. “They’re both fantastic, so it makes sense they’d be even better together.”

“This again?” Marinette grumbled as she walked past them to her desk.

Alya chuckled. “It’s not our fault Adrien and I are the only logical ones here. Ladybug and Chat Noir are obviously perfect for each other.”

“As if Ladybug would fall for that silly cat,” Chloe snapped from beside them. “She deserves way better.”

Nino raised a brow. “Who exactly do you think Ladybug deserves?”

“Me, obviously.” Chloe scoffed. “I’d treat her like a queen.”

“I think Ladybug could do way better.” Alya smirked and leaned forward. “I’d treat her like a goddess.”

“Maybe Ladybug’s happy single,” Marinette suggested with a small smile.

Nino smiled. “Yeah, she seems like the kind of girl who could treat herself exactly the way she wanted without anyone’s help.”

“Exactly. Thank you, Nino.”

He blushed and nodded. “Sure, Marinette.”

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Dripping

Her body… Every single thing about it is just heavenly.

They way she stands there

The way she looks me in the eyes as the water slowly glides down her body

The steam keeps rising as the water gets hotter make her skin so sensitive 

I wash every part of her body so carefully and gently 

As i stare her in the eyes i slowly lean in for her beautiful lips to touch mine

She squeezes my body as i bite her soft little lips and nibble on her cute little ears 

I glide my tongue down her neck and slowly to her chest

I kiss her nipples so delicately as the shivers shoot up and down her spine

Shes so sensitive everywhere, every touch is like dripping hot candle wax on her body

We finish cleaning each other and I dry her off and carry her to my room

Usually i would throw my little girl on the bed but today im going to be gentle with her

I tell her to close her eyes and I kiss every inch of her body

I make sure her little pussy is nice and wet for me

I slowly slide my cock inside of her tight little pussy just listening to the moans coming out of her

I gradually gain momentum till I am slamming my cock inside her so hard she cant help but screen for daddy to slow down

But i know my little girl she doesn’t want me to, she begs for me to cum in her so i give my girl what she wants

I release myself into her so she can feel every bit of me as i look into her eyes and ask if daddy did go for her.

Stereotypical (8) conclusion

Bucky Barnes x reader AU (short series)

Notes: swearing, flirting, smut, fluff, Bucky is a hopeless romantic.

A/N: this is the end guys! Hope you enjoyed it! :) xxxx

“Clint, you better be nice” you check your make-up in the mirror one last time before straightening imaginary wrinkles in your dress.

You’re not dressed overly chic, it’s a casual night after all. Just dinner at your place, something you cooked up yourself. Nothing complicated, honestly. Something that can’t really go wrong.

Still, you’re nervous. Clint has been clear about how he feels about the entire situation; he doesn’t trust Bucky.

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New Blacks who keep Defending French Montana's "Nappy" comment

1) French is NOT black. African =/= Black. He’s a Moroccan Arab. He’s from North Africa where anti-blackness runs rampant like hell there. Let’s learn basic geography and culture please. Africa is a HUGE continent with more than 50 countries in it. They’re not all filled with black people especially after it was colonized. 

2) He keeps using his Ex-wife and Son as a damn shield because they are Black. Yet he leaves out the part of how he treated her like garbage. But yet she’s his Queen and he brags so much about how much he loves his Queens, right? 

3). He’s been in this country long enough to know that “Nappy” coming from a Non-black person has racist undertones. His ass was here when Don Imus got fired; then Bill O'Reilly just got grilled for mocking a Black woman’s hair (Maxine Waters) a week ago. French ain’t new to this.

4) The amount of stretching, reaching, and self-hatred I’ve seen from ACTUAL Black people defending this idiot is astounding.

5) The girl he insulted didn’t even come at him. All she said was “The fact that French Montana  thinks anyone cares about him…” He went searching his name like an insecure weirdo and decided to respond with all the Nasty ass comments. You know how much French Montana’s slander was on Twitter prior to the incident? There were plenty of Disses coming from other men but his punk ass wouldn’t dare attack or say shit them.

Requested by: @shirleyleylove

What they want: Stefan or Damon (I picked damon), #16 “You stood me up again for Elena.”, #35 “He’s my ex.” And add Kol Mikaelson into the mix.

Warning: ex bf Damon, kol mikaelson, ex gf reader

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This was the sixth time Damon had stood you up for Elena, and you couldn’t handle it anymore. The dark haired vampire had pushed you toward your limit and even his excuses were starting to get even more ridiculous.
“Elena’s in trouble!”
“Klaus kidnapped Elena, I gotta save her!”
“Elena needs help with her studies!”
“Elena needs me right now she’s sick!”
(Y/n) couldn’t take this much longer the more her boyfriend spent time with Elena she could feel their relationship breaking she knew Damon and Elena were a thing before she had come along but seeing her boyfriend’s eyes light up every time he spoke about how Elena needed him killed her on the inside.
But today is what broke her heart the most, Damon had forgotten about their date. She had been planning this for a while now and to see him not even bother to show up showed her how little he actually cared for her.
Embrassed she paid the bill for the dinner some of the people their giving her pitiful looks, as she exited out of the restaurant hurried to her car not caring that it was raining or that she and her outfit was getting wet.
Seated in her car now (y/n) pulled out her phone and dailed Damon’s number, going to straight to voice mail she decided to leave him a voice mail.
“Hey damon, you forgot again”, she paused taking a deep breath to stop her self from crying over the phone before beginning again. “Your probably with Elena right now but i just wanted to say I can’t do this anymore.”
A small tear ran down her cheek as she keep talking, “You stood me up again for Elena, i…..damon i can’t keep doing this, this heartbreak. And I think it’s best if we see other people.” Ending the call, she started up her car and drove far away from the restaurant never once stopping as she passed her house, not stopping once she passed the Salvatore house. Not even stopping ss the passed the now leaving sign.

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It’s been seven years since (y/n) had left Damon amd her hometown, it took one month for her to accept that Damon and her were over, six months for her to get over Damon and one whole year to finally move on.
Now having been in a new relationship for 6 years with an original vampire named Kol Mikaelson, (y/n) was better. She had meet kol when she arrived at a bar in New Orleans and he had treated her like a queen.
After 5 months of dating him she had met his family and they weren’t anything like her old friends. They were a wild bunch, Elijah and her often would sit in his study and read books to each other or in peace sometimes he would invite her out to go for a walk him, Niklaus would complain about everything to her either or them complained about his little rants but it was peaceful she even babysat hope at times. Hayley and Rebekah would have a girls day with her and go shopping or just relax.
Kol and (y/n) had just finished their morning breakfast at a cafe and decided to take a stroll through the park when Kol stopped half way. Seeing Damon staring at his girlfriend did not sit well with kol, “(Y/n) dear, do you have any reason on why Damon Salvatore would be staring at you?” He asked. (Y/n) turnt her attention toward het boyfriend and strug her shoulders.
“He’s my ex.”

@leonygunawan said: HEY HEY ITS ME AGAIN SURPRISE SURPRISE!! ive come back with a genius idea of jeff x reader where jeff inflamed his rotating cuff (i googled this btw) and y/n is so excited to treat him bc y/n have always been the one that got sick or injured and jeff always treats her like y/n is a fucking queen. She would bring his books, drive him to school, feed him(?), dress him or shower him if you feel comfortable writing that part but if you don’t just leave that one thank you so much… again for writing!

Author’s Note: I incorporated only a few things because with an inflamed rotator cuff he’s not totally useless ;) And the gif really has nothing to do with the story. It’s just cute.

Originally posted by sensuous

Jeff X Reader

“So it’s just an inflamed rotator cuff? Nothing too serious.”

“Yep.” Jeff grimaces as he unbuttons an old button down shirt, trying very cautiously to shrug out of it. “I got some anti-inflammatory meds and I’m on six weeks of rest starting today.”

He easily shakes out of one sleeve, but barely doing so must cause him a wave of pain. His sudden sharp intake of breath startles you into motion and you hold your hands out to stop him. “Wait, wait, wait. Let me.”

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Fellas what is it that you love about black women? It could be anything from the way they walk, talk, dress, their confidence, swagger and demeanor, etc.

I love how strong willed and focused black women are w/ certain things, being able to do a multitude of things at once and getting them accomplished with no problems at all. In the midst of chaos and uncertainty around y'all, no matter what y'all remain calm, cool and unfazed by the madness going on around y'all and I love that about black women! I love a independent black woman as well, who doesn’t need shit because she has her own, like “nah nigga I’m good, I got my own thing going on.” 😏 I admire that about a black woman! I love how they can be both classy and aggressive when need be! Ain’t nothing like a black woman with a lil sass and feistyness in her! I like how black women smell when y'all get out of the shower using some freshly scented perfume, body oil or lotion on your mocha and chocolate skin with it glistening all over ya body looking like a black nubian goddess! I love a black woman’s attitude and demeanor whenever we’re feeling down, at our lowest they’ll rub our backs with comfort & encourage us like “come here baby, it’ll be okay, you can do this.” I love how supportive black women are through our ups & downs as men, when niggas are successful, they are there supporting & when we fuck up and do dumb shit, black women are still supportive & loyal to us even when we don’t deserve it and need a good kick in the ass at times. That’s love and I appreciate that from y'all! ❤😘. It’s imperative that we as black men stand by black women and support them as much as they stand by us, that’s not asking for too much! As much as they support us even with our bullshit, that’s the least we can do! Also, learn to appreciate them and adore them by telling them nice things without wanting or expecting something in return (sex). But back on topic, I love a woman who doesn’t need to get dolled up in order to look good. I like a sweatpants, hair tied, chillin with no make up on type of girl who’s not worried about shit! I know y'all like to look good and feel sexy, but you don’t necessarily need your nails or your hair done to feel good or look sexy. Whether you have long hair or you keep it short with a bob or fade, whether you have small titties, big titties, the biggest ass or no ass at all, if you’re confident and content w/ your looks then baby girl own that shit and do you! You gotta have confidence & swag, like you know you’re the shit regardless of how u look. That’s sexy to me, when a girl can own a room regardless of how she looks and feel like she’s the shit no matter who else is there! Ooooh yeah did a nigga mention personality yet? Man I love a black woman who can laugh and crack jokes at the slightest lil thing like when a nigga trips over his own feet. I love women who like to laugh and crack jokes on a nigga that wil have me busting a gut from laughing so hard at them! Nothing like a black woman who can make me laugh and smile a lot!😏 I love y'all overall excitement and joy in anything that interests you or that you find appealing. I also like how y'all get excited about something or think something is nice and y'all say “Awwwwww, baaaaaaaaby” or “oooohhhhh look Bae, look look” or when a favorite song comes on and y'all start vibing to it singing, dancing and snapping your fingers. Y'all are so damn cute when y'all light up with excitement like that!😏 Nobody else will hold black men down like a black woman, y'all are the only ones who see beyond our struggle, our pain, our tragedies and see us for who we really are and uplift us from those things just by providing love and support to us. Y'all will have our backs when nobody else will, and treat us like kings with love and respect with arms open wide when everybody else has pushed us aside! Being raised by a single, strong willed black mother, it’s imperative that I find Everlasting love with my black queen and treat her like one so that we may have beautiful black daughters and raise them up to be treated as queens by us and their future husbands. Nobody have our backs like y'all black queens and I’m appreciative and thankful for all the black women not only in my life, but in the lives of all black men if I can speak for the rest my brothas. We appreciate & love y'all. 😘✊🏾

Happier, Aren’t You?

Requested.
Who:
Tom Holland
Song: Happier by Ed Sheeran (This song fucked me up by the way)

Part One ||| Part Two ||| Part Three 

Saw you walk inside a bar
He said something to make you laugh
I saw that both your smiles were twice as wide as ours
Yeah, you look happier, you do

Oh, ain’t nobody hurt you like I hurt you
But ain’t nobody need you like I do
I know that there’s others that deserve you
But my darling, I am still in love with you


Tom could feel his chest tighten at the sight of [Y/N] and her new boyfriend walk into the same bar he was about to head into. It was difficult to be this close to her. Tugging at his tie to loosen it, he flickered a look towards Harrison who was cautiously waiting for his reaction.

“You good?” Harrison asked. 

Nodding and shrugging his shoulders, Tom cleared his throat. “Yeah, yeah. I’m good, I’m good.” Clearing his throat again, he motioned towards the bar, “Let’s go.” 

Harrison pursed his lips, “You sure? There’s another pub down the street we can hit.” Harrison had been against Tom’s decision on breaking up with [Y/N]. He knew Tom like the back of his hand, there was no way that Tom was ever really, truly going to move on. 

“I said I’m good, let’s go. All our friends are going to this one.” Tom replied with a colder tone than he had meant to. 

“Alright, mate. Let’s go then.” 

Tom’s heart was racing, they hadn’t spoken since the day after he had broken up with her. He had checked up on her, knowing in his head that it was too soon to be texting her but he couldn’t resist in hearing her voice one more time. She had sounded absolutely broken and he knew she had been crying all night. The call lasted only thirteen seconds but it was thirteen seconds of confirmation that he had made the biggest mistake. 

He hadn’t fallen out of love with her like most people did in his kind of situation. Tom just couldn’t find time to make her his number one priority like he wanted to. And to him that wasn’t fair to her. He wanted to treat her like a Queen, like his world revolved around her because at one point, it completely had. With his newfound fame, she became second to a lot of things and even though it seemed like she didn’t mind, it bothered him. 

As soon as he walked into the bar with Harrison, all of their friends cheered and hollered. He laughed along with them, telling himself to not search for her. But, it was like a magnetic pull, his eyes found hers instantly. She was the first one to pull her gaze away and he was thankful for that because he wouldn’t have been able to if she hadn’t. 

“Come on, Tom. They saved us a table over by the bar.” Harrison shouted over the music and chatter. 

Nodding, Tom finally tore his eyes from her and followed his friends. He desperately tried to ignore the fact that [Y/N] was just a few feet from him. Laughing with friends, he had to remind himself to fake the smile that his friends wanted to see. Eventually, it became a little bit easier with each passing hour and with each passing beer. Soon, the idea of [Y/N] being there was fading until he received a notification on his phone. Glancing down, his heart sank a little.

@yourusername just posted a picture for the first time in awhile, check it out.

Knowing that he shouldn’t engage in looking at her Instagram, Tom ignored his better judgement and swiped to look.

@yourusername happy ✌️

Tom chewed on his lip, bringing the bottle to his mouth. He took a swig before double tapping the picture and clicking his phone off. Continuing to fade in and out of his friends conversation, he couldn’t help but think of how different he would feel if she was sitting next to him. Or if it was his hands holding onto hers. 

“I’ll be right back.” Tom said as he leaned towards Harrison’s ear.

“Want me to come?” 

Shaking his head, Tom sighed. “Nah, man. I’m just going to get some air.” 

Harrison nodded, “Alright…” He could read between his words but respected his decision to go alone. 

Pressing a smile, Tom patted his shoulder and headed towards the exit. Running a hand through his hair, he broke apart the neatly gelled style. Looking up, he searched to find some stars. One of his favorite pastimes with her. Stargazing. But the city was far too lit for him to find any. Sighing, he started to walk a little, wanting to just go to bed and forget of having seeing her with him. 

“Did you intentionally like my picture or was it something petty?” 

 Tom jumped at the sound of her voice, swiveling to face her. His mouth sat open, shocked to see her standing in front of him. She looked ten times more beautiful up close, it hurt. “[Y/N]! Uh, um, I.” 

Stepping closer, her voice was firm with her eyes glossed over. “I can’t do this, Tom. Please just don’t remind me of you.” 

“[Y/N],” Tom bit his lip, “I, uh, I, um. I just want you to know that I’m glad you found someone.” Looking down at the sidewalk, he mumbled out. “I’m happy that you’re happy.” 

“I am happy, Tom.” She responded, her voice quivering slightly. “But the thing was, was that I was happy with you too.” 

Tom closed his eyes, sighing. “Love,” 

Shaking her head, she gritted her teeth, “Don’t call me that.” 

Opening his eyes, he looked up at the sky. His teeth still scraping over his lips. “I made a mistake,” he said defeated. 

[Y/N] scoffed with tears in her eyes, nodding. “Yeah, yeah you did.” 

Finally meeting her gaze, “You look happier with him then you did with me. So it wasn’t really a mistake for you to love me.” 

Her brows knitted together, her hand reaching for her torso, “A mistake for me? Are you mad?” [Y/N] twirled in her steps, her hand running through her curls. “You only think I’m happier with him because you aren’t happy. I was incredibly happy with you Tom.” Shaking her head, she frowned. “You broke up with me because you wanted me to be treated the way you thought I deserved. Little did you know the way you treated me was everything I wanted.” 

“So you aren’t happier?” Tom asked quietly.

[Y/N]’s mouth opened and then closed. Sighing, she looked away from him, chewing on the inside of her cheek. “I am happy with him. But I’m not sure I love him yet and that was the difference between our relationship and this one. I loved you with everything in me so of course I was happier then.” 

Tom kicked a pebble, shoving his hands in pants, he murmured. “I was happier with you then I am without you.” Looking up, “If he ever decides to be stupid like me and lets you go. I’ll be here, [Y/N].” 

 “How can you still love me after I’ve moved on?” 

“I’ll never hold it against you for finding someone, love. Because there are so many others that deserve you but I’m still in love with you and always will be.” Pressing his lips, he flinched as he felt rain drops hitting his face. “Would you tell Haz that I’ve gone back to the hotel?” 


Part One ||| Part Two ||| Part Three

Forget princess. Treat her like a queen. Pick her flowers and tell her how you tried to find something as beautiful as her, only to realize it’s not possible. Make her breakfast in bed when she refuses to wake up in the morning. Write her poems and letters about how you feel, even if you’re shitty with words. Compliment her character. Take her to your favorite places. Escape Netflix for awhile and take her on a proper date. Dinner, ice skating, a bookstore, hiking, whatever you want. Just don’t bore yourselves with constant binges-in-bed. But most importantly, make sure she knows, without a doubt, how much you care about her.
—  Or someone else will.

anonymous asked:

If Katara had married Zuko she would've had a loving caring husband who would've treated her like a queen and would've treated their kids equally plus Katara would've been an ambassador in the Fire Nation and then Fire Lady, she would've had a huge political role and she would've used blood bending in so many good ways, she would've gotten a statue that she deserved so much, all this would've happened if she had married Zuko, but she didn't and I feel so so bad for her, it makes me so sad.

I don’t disagree with a single thing here, but I do want to address a misunderstanding that is likely to occur when non-shippers see this argument: the idea that Katara marrying Zuko would be a panacea for all the things that went wrong with her character in the post-A:TLA material.

Out of context, “Katara marrying Zuko would have made everything better” is only another way of Katara’s destiny hinging on who she is paired with romantically. So let’s talk for a moment about what we actually mean when we use that as a catch-all phrase for A:TLA’s improvement:

A return to the themes and symbolism that A:TLA espoused. As I explain here, a lot of the themes of A:TLA were subverted in order to make the canon pairings happen. If the creators didn’t force a romantic pairing between Aαng and Katara, her character would have been better served because motifs such as “choosing one’s own destiny” would have played out naturally through her development arc.

More creative control by A:TLA’s best writers. Bryke had no writing credits to their name prior to A:TLA, and a lot of the best writing work on the series was done by Aaron and Elizabeth Ehasz. These two had a special focus on Zuko, but they refused to succumb to the temptation of making Zuko the guy who just “gets” everything in the end because he’s the hero. Unlike Bryke’s favorite character, which leads nicely into …

The series would not have played favorites with Aαng. This is a major part of what annoys people with the A:TLA finale, and leads to further problems in Legend of Korra. Aαng is not allowed to go through the same soul-wrenching struggles as the rest of the characters. It’s not that he doesn’t suffer, or he doesn’t lose people, or that he isn’t conflicted. It’s that his core beliefs are never challenged in a way that makes them develop. In the show, it is reality that always bends to Aαng’s beliefs, instead of Aαng having to adapt his beliefs to reality. If you go back through A:TLA and compile a montage of all the times other people learn that Aαng was right and they were wrong, you would a) understand what I mean, and b) understand how damaging that is for a protagonist, the person you want in your show to change the most

Katara’s agency as a character. It’s safe to say that Aαng, in the context of romance, is detrimental to Katara’s agency as a character. We see this when side characters repeatedly encourage Aαng to pursue Katara “because you’re the Avatar”, even though they have never met Katara and have no idea what her opinion is on this romance thing, if she even has one. We see this again when Aαng kisses Katara without her consent and never apologizes for it or brings it up again. And we see it in the comics, where Katara’s ideals are Aαng’s ideals, they never have any conflicts, her feeling abandoned by him is portrayed as wrong, but her approval of Aαng’s potential murder of Zuko is right, her leaving it up to Aαng to decide whether the Four Nations should be forcibly separated is portrayed as right, and her old Water Tribe friends accuse her of having forgotten her homeland because she spends all her time with her boyfriend.        

Avoidance of black and white morality. One of A:TLA’s strengths as a show is that it portrays a complex world. There are lessons to be learned and characters with strong moral convictions, but there is rarely a sense of one set of principles being lauded over all the others. In fact, a sense of moral superiority without listening to other points of view, such as the Fire Nation has, proves to be highly destructive to the world at large. 

But when it comes to Kαtααng, this complexity falls by the wayside. Zuko the morally ambiguous deuteragonist is suddenly the “bad boy” who “doesn’t really care about [Katara]”, despite the fact that he risked his life for her in the finale. Arguably the most complex episode of the series, “The Southern Raiders”, is seen by Bryke (who did not write it) in purely good-vs-evil terms, with Aαng being the “angel” and Zuko being the “devil” on Katara’s shoulders, respectively. Oversimplification of morality is something that plagues Legend of Korra to a major extent, with the embodiment of that being “goodness” and “badness” personified in Vaatu and Raava during Book 2. (Notice, too, that Katara in LOK had bloodbending outlawed, instead of her embarking on a similar journey to Zuko in “The Firebending Masters”, where even seemingly destructive bending could be used to create life.) Black and white morality in LOK has its beginnings in the tail end of A:TLA, with the boy who could not be allowed to kill under any circumstances, and who is, quite literally, a Nice Guy.

Sokka: The number one mistake nice guys like you make: being too nice.

So, to translate: “all this would’ve happened if she had married Zuko” = “there is a natural narrative thread that would have culminated in Katara having a relationship with Zuko if it weren’t for the executive producers derailing it, and her character, for the sake of their own pet character who was in many ways a self-insert for them both.”

Tada!

Of course after they have been a couple for awhile, Amy gets one of “Sonic’s Special Dangerously Delicious Quill Massages” (and yes, he would totally call it that) for her birthday ♡(⁎˃̶᷇﹃˂̶᷆⁎ԅ( ˘͈‧̫ ˘͈ ƪ)♡

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And I wrote a little mini story about it. It gets a little steamy but it’s not too bad. If you are easily made uncomfortable then just skip it!


“Make way for the birthday girl!” the blue hedgehog shouted to an empty room before easing himself and the pink companion held in his arms through the doorway. Amy Rose laughed, playfully nudging his shoulder and kicking her feet while he held her bridal style.

“Was it really necessary to carry me through my own house?” she asked. The cocky male winked at her before carefully setting her down on the vanity stool in front of the bed.

“Sonic the Hedgehog does not make his gal WALK on her own birthday!” he teased, kneeling in front of her so they were at eye level once again. Amy sighed and stroked his muzzle happily, before a quizzical look appeared on her face. “Wait a sec, how long have we been dating and you’re just now initiating the no-walking-birthday-rule?” Sonic blinked as he tried to formulate a witty response, but to no avail. He glared as the girl teased him before pressing a firm but quick kiss to her lips.

“If you’re gonna sass me, you won’t get your birthday present,” he threatened with a smirk. She pouted and wrapped her arms around his neck, “Okay okay, I’ll hush! So what is it? What is it?” Amy couldn’t stop her feet from bouncing and just her sheer excitement alone made Sonic extra proud of his brilliant idea.

“You, my dear,” he started, kissing her button nose, “get the gift of a ‘Sonic’s Special Dangerously Delicious Quill Massage.’” Amy’s eyes lit up and she covered her mouth in surprise. She and Sonic had officially been a couple for what seemed like ages already, but his quill massages were rare to come by. The hedgehogs were very passionate for one another, but displays of affection were something Sonic still struggled to be completely comfortable with. In his defense, he was definitely getting better about it as time passed.

“Really?” she finally asked, too thrilled by the offer to even tease him about the silly nickname he gave this particular gift. He grinned, already loving the sight of the blush beginning to paint her cheeks.

“Yeah, really.” He kissed her again before leaning up and making his way around her, peppering her jaw, neck and shoulder with kisses along the way. He nuzzled his nose under her locks of pink quills, brushing up against the grain of her fur as he took in the sweet scent of her shampoo. At last he was standing behind her and he noticed her shoulders were already tense from the little preview he had just given her. Sonic removed her headband in one swift movement and passed it to her. “Mind taking this for me?”

Amy raised a trembling hand, taking the red headband from him before clutching it with both hands. She exhaled and closed her eyes to calm herself and still the fluttering heart in her chest. However her composure instantly melted away as soon as she felt Sonic’s fingers press to the base of her neck.

Sonic kneaded at her scalp first, firmly rubbing his fingertips into the subtle grooves of the back of her head and soliciting a purr from his girlfriend. He smiled and dragged his fingers up slowly, rustling up her quills and making them splay out in every direction. Amy inhaled sharply, gripping onto her headband tightly as she tried to fight the giggles that were trying to burst from her lips. Instead she began bouncing her foot again, trying to keep her energy centered in her leg so she wouldn’t distract Sonic from his work. Once his hands made their way halfway up her scalp, he rotated them so his palms pressed to her head and he threaded his fingers through her fur and quills, scratching and massaging her at the same time. He leaned forward and kissed her ear and she jolted at the touch.

“S-sorry,” she stuttered. He tutted at her apology and kissed her ear again to let her know it was okay. Her ear was already burning against his lips so he growled before biting and tugging on it lovingly. Amy broke into a fit of giggles and pants, shivering from the overwhelming sensations. Despite this, Sonic didn’t release her ear from his teeth as he continued to massage deep into her quills, making sure every last fur and fiber was bristled and stood on end. He kept the pace of his hands slow and firm but mixed up the routine every so often, sometimes taking a lock or two in his hands to just stroke through her fur and make her scalp tingle. Eyes closed, he sighed as he began to get carried away, squeezing at the nape of her neck which made her quiver uncontrollably underneath him. At the same time he shifted his hand to firmly grind his knuckles against her scalp he started to dip his tongue in to her ear before a loud SNAP brought him back to his senses.

“W-whoa!” Amy gasped, gulping hard and swaying a bit. Sonic knelt down, quickly scanning her. “Ames are you okay? Are you hurt?”

She shook her head and he finally noticed her face beet red. “No, I’m not hurt, j-just a little lightheaded,” she laughed nervously, leaning back against him as he caught her.

“What was that snap I heard?”

Amy’s eyes fluttered open, blinking several times to get rid of the stars she was still seeing. At last she looked down at her hands and chuckled nervously. She turned to face Sonic, holding up the two broken pieces of headband that remained in her hands. “Your massages really do live up to the ‘dangerous’ part of the name I guess.”

Sonic laughed incredulously, actually managing to impress himself with the number he had apparently done on her. “…Whoops?” She raised her arm up behind her, pulling her to him so she could press her cheek to his.

“Thank you,” she purred happily. “I love you.”

“Love you too,” he replied, wrapping his arms around her waist in a gentle embrace. “Happy birthday, Ames.”