what on earth do i tag this as

a concept: Victor usually wakes up first in the mornings. So when Yuuri wakes to find Victor cuddled against him, breathing slowly and steadily, it’s a pleasant surprise. He brushes his fingers through Victor’s hair and Victor instinctively moves closer to him, gravitating towards Yuuri’s touch whether conscious or unconscious.

They have to leave soon, so regretfully Yuuri whispers to him in Japanese, trying to wake him. Victor hums, still asleep, and tangles a leg in between both of Yuuri’s. Yuuri kisses his forehead and his chest aches with unconditional love that could reverse the turn of the Earth, that could part the ocean, that could put out the embers of the sun. Five more minutes won’t hurt anyone.

🌌🌠Planetary Tarot Spread ✨🔮

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This spread utilizes the correspondences associated with the planets to give you insight on various aspects of your life. 

  • Sun - how can I gain self-confidence and courage?
  • Mercury - how can I expand my mind?
  • Venus - how can I gain new friendships or romantic relationships?
  • Earth - how can I provide stability for my life?
  • Moon - how can I meet my current emotional needs?
  • Mars - how can I be more passionate about my ambitions?
  • Jupiter - how can I improve my financial situation?
  • Saturn - how can I be more disciplined?
  • Uranus - what are the boundaries in my life in which I need to free myself from?
  • Neptune - how can I show compassion towards others?
  • Pluto - in what areas do I need to transform myself?

If you use this spread, feel free to take photos and tag me in them! 

what’s in my (pockets): Tonks

Tonks: A bag?! What on earth do I need a bag for? 

Tonks: Who needs a bag when you have as many jackets as I do? which is probably why I lose everything shit

Tonks: But this! This I always have on me. My dad gave it to me, ‘cause I’m never on time for anything.

Tonks: Now… what’s in this coat…

Tonks: “Borrowed” from Remus’s kitchen.

Tonks: This is… um - wait.

Tonks: John Lennon was the best Beatle. Fact.

Tonks: No idea what’s in this one…

Tonks: A photograph?

Tonks: …of me?

Tonks: *inhales* …Oh.

Tonks: This jacket isn’t mine.

Inspired my my fav @kapitan5o and tagged by the lovely @egdramaqueen <3

“That’s Earth up there, Jeremy. Like, THAT’S Earth. I’m lookin’- No, not that one.” 
“That’s it! That’s it.” 
“Yeah, that’s Earth right there. You got it.” 

I never pick action-packed minecraft eps to draw from it’s always the slow ones.

Lonely Hearts Club (One Shot)

Pairings: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: Jealous Bucky, tons of smut (NSFW)

Word Count: 3195

Summary: Y/N is set on not going to the Lonely Hearts party with Wanda and Nat. After a humiliating breakup in front of the team, she wants to get through this Valentine’s Day as quickly and painlessly as possible. That is until Bucky helps convince her that the party may not be a bad idea after all.

Author’s Notes: This is my first all out smut piece. So… um… yeah.  I seriously hate Valentine’s Day with a passion.

Originally posted by wintersoulja

Originally posted by perfectfeelings

“Oh come on Y/N! Please come out with us tonight!” Wanda begged from the couch. I rolled my eyes playfully as she launched one of Tony’s throw pillows in my direction.

“You know it’s going to actually be a lot of fun,” Nat chastised.

I grimaced at the thought. “But I hate Valentine’s Day – I would rather just stay here and binge watch Netflix with a bottle or two of wine,” I complained. It was true – I absolutely hated Valentine’s Day – especially after being dumped on New Year’s Eve in front of everyone. I really just wanted to wallow in my loneliness and get through the day as painlessly as possible. “What’s the party theme again?” I asked cautiously – I didn’t want to give them false hope that they would no doubt latch onto.

“It’s a lonely hearts party. It will be a lot of fun! You can wallow and party with all the single people,” Nat chuckled as Wanda bobbed her head excitedly.

“That sounds so stupid,” I groaned in exasperation. I knew it was all in vain. There was no way I could get myself out of going.

“What are you all talking about?” Bucky’s voice came from behind me causing me to jump and turn a deep shade of scarlet.

Nat snickered at my reaction as Wanda launched into her sale’s pitch of the party. She was hell-bent on talking everyone into it if she could. After listening patiently Bucky turned to look at me – his eyes narrowing slightly, “Are you going?” he asked carefully.

My heart did a backflip. Was he asking to mock me or because he wanted to go if I was going? I swallowed thickly before answering. “Um well… I guess,” I answered defeated as he smirked slightly.

“I guess Steve and I can tag along too. We don’t have anything else to do. You know Sam will be down if there are single chicks there,” he shrugged slightly before sauntering out of the room. My eyes remained glued to him unapologetically as I watched the way his muscles moved under the thin fabric of his shirt.

“EARTH TO Y/N,” Nat called from above me.

“Er what?” I asked embarrassed. I could feel the blush creeping up my neck and face again. They had totally just caught me.

“Are you done eye-fucking Bucky or should we give you a minute?” Nat chuckled as I gasped. She had my full attention now. “We’re leaving at 7 – make sure you’re ready on time!” she added. I shook my head nervously as I chewed on my bottom lip.


It was always impossible to not notice Bucky – mainly because of his sheer physical presence, but I had found myself especially distracted by him in the last few weeks. When Jonathan had dumped me at Tony’s New Year’s party Bucky had been the one to physically remove him, maybe a little too physically, out of the party. A week later I had a dreamed about Bucky – which had caused me to wake up saying his name, and covered in sweat. Since then I couldn’t help but imagine what it would be like to feel his mouth against my lips and other places.

I tried my damnedest to not gawk, but found it increasingly difficult when he walked around in nothing but his low cut sweats, which happened to be a staple of his wardrobe. One day I unwillingly took a roundhouse kick to the head in the training room because I had grown distracted by the way his muscles tensed as he sparred with Steve. That had gotten his attention some how and he had gone out of his way to make me as uncomfortable as possible. Sitting closer to me on the couch, brushing his leg against mine under the dinner table; the torment seemed endless, but he never made a move. Each time he caught my eyes on him the corner of his mouth would twitch into a smirk.

The idea of him going to the party made me both excited and nervous as I readied myself. I changed at least twenty times before becoming frustrated and stomping down the hallway to Wanda’s apartment in search of something to wear. I always had a little anxiety when I went to her for fashion advice and tonight was no different as I walked out of her apartment wearing a very short black sequin dress with black pumps.

“You look amazing!” She assured me as we both walked down the hall towards the common room where we were going to meet the others. I shot her a side-eye without speaking, and she blushed. “You wore your good lingerie, right?” She whispered as we neared the room.

“Oh for Christ’s sake Wanda!” I exclaimed, a little too loud, as we neared the group effectively drawing attention to myself.

“Damn Y/N!” Sam exclaimed as the others looked up, but I was focused on one person’s reaction. Bucky’s eyes looked at me appreciatively for a moment as he bit his bottom lip slightly before turning to say something to Steve.

Well maybe I didn’t look as good as Sam thought after all.


We arrived at the party when it was already in full swing. Bucky had effectively ignored me the entire ride which had soured my mood. I had only come because he had seemed genuinely interested in if I was going. Upon entering the venue, I immediately grabbed Wanda’s hand and we made a beeline straight to the bar.

“The only way I’m getting through tonight is if I’m hammered,” I muttered to her miserably as the bartender slid us both two shot glasses of tequila.

“Oh come on Y/N! There are a lot of cute guys here – let’s just have fun tonight. No regrets!” she exclaimed before we threw back our shots and ordered more.

Fifteen minutes, and several shots of tequila later I had put Bucky to the back of my mind. Wanda was right – after a month of wallowing I deserved to have some fun. I scanned through the crowd in search of a cute guy to dance with before locking eyes with Bucky, who had a girl hanging all over him. I grimaced – I guess I had misread all the subtle remarks he had made towards me. Worse yet, maybe he had just been fucking with me as some sort of joke. Anger sparked in me as I took my eyes from him and continued to scan the room— finally finding a man across the dance floor who smiled warmly at me before making his way towards the bar.

“Care to dance?” he asked casually as he offered me his hand.

I smiled at him politely. “I would love to,” I answered as I placed my hand in his and turned my eyes slightly towards Bucky’s direction. He was watching me like a hawk and didn’t seem very pleased. Serves you damn well – I thought to myself as I followed the man to the dance floor.

As the man and I danced my worries began to melt away. I was actually having fun for the first time in a long time. I felt free as I enjoyed the company of my partner while our bodies swayed together with the music. As he spun me out from him I felt cool metal wrap around my wrist – I turned in surprise to come face to face with Bucky. “Care if I cut in?” he asked cockily as he pulled me into him. After taking in the sight of Bucky the man shrugged in defeat, not wishing to anger the super soldier.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” I hissed between my teeth as I tried to push him away.

He chuckled at my feeble attempt and pulled me closer. “I’m dancing with you,” he responded – a hint of humor in his eyes.

“Well I don’t want to dance with you,” I spat as I pushed him away again. This time his arms fell from me as the trace of humor in his face vanished. I turned on my heel, determined to get far away from him, and fled towards the exit as I internally chastised myself for coming to the stupid party in the first place.


Once I was outside I leaned my back onto the brick building as I sighed heavily. I would have to try to get a cab which would be next to impossible on Valentine’s Day. I huffed as I pushed off the brick wall and walked to the edge of the sidewalk – luckily just in time for a cab to pull up to drop off more party goers. I gratefully slid into the vacant backseat and was about to give the driver the address before the back door opened and Bucky slid in beside me.

“Oh no you don’t. This is my cab!” I exclaimed in exasperation. “Find your own cab!”

“Doll – do you know how hard it is to find a cab in this city on Valentine’s Day?” he responded with a laugh.

“Get out now!” I demanded.

“Or what? You’ll walk all the way to Stark Tower?” he laughed as I scoffed. “How about this,” he added as he raised his hands in defense. “I’ll pay since you spent all your money on tequila.” I blushed at this. In my anger I had forgotten that I had absolutely no money with me.

“Fine,” I muttered as Bucky joyfully gave the address to the driver.

We rode in silence for part of the journey as I fumed beside Bucky. Now that I was alone with him I was finding it increasingly difficult to be angry at him. His proximity to me was enough to make my heart race.

He shifted beside me causing me to turn to face him. “I’m sorry, doll,” he muttered sheepishly. There was no humor in his eyes at this – he was genuinely apologizing. “I saw you with him and I…. well I got jealous,” he shrugged apologetically.

I could feel my face flush at this revelation as my heart threatened to actually jump out of my chest. “If… if you were jealous why didn’t you…” I began to ask but he cut me off.

“Look – I don’t know how to do this… I mean… I’ve um not been chaste since I’ve been with the Avengers… but I don’t know how to…” he broke off flustered. He was usually so well composed that his behavior was throwing me off.

“How to what, Buck?” I asked as my hand grazed over his.

“How to be with someone for more than a night,” he muttered embarrassed as he adverted his gaze from me.

“Well step one is to not be a giant ass,” I retorted which made him genuinely laugh as he turned to look at me again.

“Forgive me please?” he asked.

“I’m sure you can make it up to me,” I whispered as I grazed my fingers playfully over his. His breath hitched slightly at the contact. His eyes darkened with lust as his fingers grasped mine.

“How can I make it up to you?” he whispered – his hot breath tickling my skin as he nuzzled his face into the crook of my neck. It was enough to remind me of the growing feeling that was pooling between my legs. I knew exactly how he could make it up to me. Suddenly the cab just wasn’t moving fast enough for me.

I was flustered at his advances. He chuckled into my ear as he nibbled on the lobe – causing me to yip in surprise. He pulled away only slightly when the cab driver checked on us in his rearview mirror. As soon as the driver’s attention was back on the road Bucky resumed his assault on all my senses. His metal hand gently pushed my legs apart as his fingers travelled lazily up my inner thigh. They made their slow ascent tantalizing close to the underwear that I knew were already soaked through. I instinctively bucked my hips slightly – aching for some sort of contact with him. He chuckled lightly as he pushed me back into the seat. “Patience,” he whispered as his fingers played with my panty line. I didn’t want patience – all I wanted was for him to be inside of me – I wanted to know how it felt for him to fill me with himself.

“Bucky,” I whimpered so lowly that only he could hear.

“Shhh,” he cooed as he touched me through the lace of my underwear. “Mmm so wet for me.” I nodded my head enthusiastically as I bucked my hips in desperation again. Hoping for more. Bucky clicked his tongue at me as he pushed my hips sternly back into the seat. “Dancing with another man to make me jealous,” he chuckled as he began peppering my neck with kisses. “What am I going to do with you?” he whispered tantalizingly into my ear. It was less like a question and more like a promise. Suddenly his hand quickly pushed my underwear to the side as he slid a metal finger into me – eliciting a groan that I tried to cover with a cough. “Mmm,” he sighed as he pulled his finger out and gave me a wink before casually sticking it  into his mouth and licking it clean. “Just how I imagined,” he chuckled as the cab pulled to the curb next to Stark Tower. I would have lost it then and there if it hadn’t been for the cabbie speaking to Bucky as he handed him his change.

The walk into the building was a blur. I only had a singular desire – to get Bucky back to my room and fuck the life out of him. As the elevator doors closed it was my turn to take him by surprise. I crashed my body into his – pressing myself to him tightly as my lips found his in a clash of tongues, and teeth. He moaned lightly as he pressed his hips into me – allowing me to feel the full extent of his erection. I broke away from him when the ding of the elevator alerted us that we had made it to our floor. I hastily grabbed his hand and began dragging him to my room. He stopped me short at his door. “How about we go to my room?” he whispered to me.

“Sure,” I shrugged. I didn’t care where we were as long as we were horizontal soon.  When he opened the door I gasped – his bedroom was covered in lit candles and flowers. He pulled me in with a grin on his face – closing the door quickly behind me. “Is this for… me?” I asked amazed.

“I wasn’t expecting quite what happened tonight but I wanted to do something special for you. You deserve…” he was cut off by my lips crashing against his. He chuckled into our kiss as he guided me to the bed. I laid myself on it as he positioned himself over me and gently lowered himself so I could feel the weight of his body. The feeling of his erection pushing against my thigh made me moan as I ground my hips into his. “What do you want?” he whispered lightly as he broke away from our kiss.

“You,” I whispered as my hands slid under his shirt – feeling the grooves of his muscular frame.

“Your wish is my command, doll,” he chuckled as his hands lifted up my dress slowly. Once he had managed to completely remove it he pulled back with a smirk on his face.

“What?” I asked flustered and embarrassed.

“You’re just so fucking beautiful,” he whispered as his hands caressed every inch of my body. “You deserve to be worshiped,” he murmured as he peppered my breasts with kisses while his hands pulled away my underwear. I bucked my hips again at the contact of his cold metal fingers with my clit. “Do you like that?” he mumbled as he inserted a finger into me slowly pulling it in and out as his thumb rubbed in circular motions, causing my wetness to grow. My breath hitched as he quickened the pace of his finger – adding another for good measure. I could feel my walls tightening as my body built up for a spectacular orgasm. Bucky could sense it too. He quickly pulled his fingers from me and dipped his head between my legs bringing his mouth to me and licking up my wetness. I twisted my fingers into his hair as I bucked my hips one last time – driving his tongue deeper into me. That’s all it took. I spilled over onto his face as he hummed appreciatively.

He pulled away wiping his face on the back of his hand as he quickly removed his pants finally releasing what I had been wanting to see. I gasped at the sight of him as he turned to me with a smirk before resuming his place on top of me. “You’re sure?” he whispered as he looked at me.

“God yes. Bucky, fuck me,” I pleaded as I spread my legs to accommodate him. He lined himself up and thrust himself into me quickly. I groaned in pleasure – being full of him felt as good as I had imagined. I began to roll my hips as he glided in and out of me.

“God, you feel amazing,” he groaned as he unclasped my bra and played with my breasts. I shifted so he could enter deeper and he moaned with appreciation. “What do you want doll?” he asked – his eyes clouded with desire.

“I want you to have your way with me,” I responded with a smirk as I rolled my hips – eliciting another moan. That’s all he needed. Bucky began thrusting into me with an intensity that caused the tightness to coil in my muscles again.

“I want you to cum for me again,” he whispered into my ear as he pounded into me faster and deeper. I was so close I couldn’t waste time responding.

I tipped over the edge again as I called out his name. He moaned my name as my orgasm caused his own climax. He froze for a moment before pulling himself out and laying on his back. He gathered me into his arms and we laid in silence as our breathing slowed.

“I’ve been wanting to do that for a long time,” he finally admitted with a grin.

“Me too,” I responded as I snuggled my head shyly into his neck.

“Well we probably should do it more often,” he chuckled.

“I agree, but maybe tonight we can snuggle and watch Netflix?” I asked tentatively. My body wasn’t ready for round two.

Bucky chuckled as his fingers drew patterns up and down my back. “Whatever you want, doll. As long as I get to spend time with you…. I’m okay with anything.”

“Careful what you say Sargent Barnes,” I giggled as I squeezed him tightly.

He chuckled at my warning. “Happy Valentine’s Day, Y/N,” he whispered into my hair as I drifted to sleep.


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Sounds Like Home

This will go in the “Headcanon” category. If you want to take this idea and expand upon it, please do! Tag me so I can see what you create! And HERE are my other headcanons!

  • So after a while, the paladins would totally get homesick for simple things, like music. And Coran and Allura would notice.
  • Coran goes back to the shop where they found Kaltenecker and buys this old-timey record player and a few records. They set it up in the ship and turn it on.
  • And it only plays 1920s jazz and swing music
  • Lance, absolutely starved for Earth music, “I can probably get down to this” and does a few dorky dance moves.
  • Coran and Allura look at each other like “what was that?”
  • “Dancing?”
  • They look on in confusion. And the paladins are shocked.
  • They try to explain the best they can about what dancing is and why they do it, but the Alteans just don’t get why it’s fun. They would use it for formal events, but never just for goofing around with friends.
  • Luckily, Hunk knows how to swing.
  • He turns up the record player, takes Allura by the hands and goes at it. She struggles to keep up for a while, but eventually, she’s just laughing and doing her best.
  • Coran is so excited about this strange human custom, so he takes Pidge as a partner. She was never one for dancing, but Coran takes the lead. They are by no means actually swinging, but they’re having the time of their lives and almost rolling on the floor with laughter trying to do each other’s foreign steps.
  • Shiro’s content just sitting next to the record player and watching all his friends have so much fun (he’s also keeping an eye on the ship so they don’t crash)
  • Which leaves Lance and Keith
  • Lance looks at Keith like (¬‿¬)
  • Keith rolls his eyes “Fine.”  Lance takes lead.
  • Except Lance can’t lead for shit. He keeps looking at Hunk’s feet, which are doing stuff too complicated for him to keep up
  • And eventually, Keith gets fed up “If we’re going to dance, let me lead.”
  • Keith also knows how to swing. It goes hand-in-hand with being so agile and precise in fighting.
  • Everyone is amazed. Lance and Pidge knew Hunk could swing because he would listen to it in the Garrison. But KEITH?!
  • “I had a lot of time out in that desert shack, okay?”
  • Lance goes heels over head, literally. Keith dips him.
  • They pull out the record player anytime they’re feeling particularly down or homesick. It never fails to cheer them up.
  • richard: francis is so intriguing to me, a prince of a boy, an unexplainable miracle
  • richard: everything henry does is worthy of worship. henry winter, actual God, a creature above this earth
  • richard: i am fascinated by charles. i stare at him all the time, literally 24/7
  • richard: i, a hetero,

title: this love has a heartbeat
rating: g
pairing: keith/lance
word count: 6.8k
summary: Keith has never really paid any mind to grand romantic gestures, let alone big celebrations and days dedicated to them. It didn’t make sense to him back then on Earth, still doesn’t make sense to him now that they’ve all been invited to the Festival of Love.

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Or, Keith and Lance have a date that isn’t really a date, until it is.

a day late for posting this bc i wanted to do it on valentine’s day, but!!!! yknow. life and stuff. dedicated to @spacecryptids for encouraging me and brainstorming with me, a gem

READ HERE ON AO3

BTS Shopping With You

Request: Could you do a reaction to you asking you’re boyfriend (the boys) to go clothes shopping with them?


Namjoon: If it’s a thrift store count him in (im just joking lol). Gladly goes with you and helps you shop.

Taehyung: Takes more time in the store than you though lmaoo you have to drag him out because he’s taken like 10 hours trying to decide what shirt to get.

Hoseok: Follows you around picking most random piece of clothing in hopes of getting you to hurry up.

Jin: “You’re taking a decade just grab both.” 

“Jin do you see the price tag??” 

“….wHY are we even in here let’s go.”

Jungkook: Stays on his phone most of the time and suggests the plainest clothes on earth for you to buy and you’re like ??? fam no.

Yoongi: “I’ll just wait outside until you finish” kind of guy

Jimin: Just follows you around and carries your clothes. Hypes you up when you ask if something looks good on you.

lil indie band asks!
  • hippo campus: what's the dumbest thing you did as a teenager?
  • COIN: what/who do you miss the most?
  • saint motel: favorite decade for aesthetic?
  • magic man: what's your favorite place on earth?
  • declan mckenna: what cause are you most passionate about?
  • walk the moon: party person or stay-at-home person?
  • bastille: saddest memory?
  • st. lucia: what song makes you happiest?
  • AJR: talk about your favorite family member/friend?
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since I’m totally on board with Thace being part Altean and can shift like Allura, I traced screenshots and the poster image of him and changed some features and??? I was not prepared?? also he’s Keith’s dad fight me

(Im not an artist, sorry, but i needed some visuals to go with the fic im writing)

I have a bunch of paragraphs that might one day become an absurdly long fic about Lance and the Blue Lion being BFF.

(The basic plot is ‘You can keep mental conversations with your lion and Blue really likes having someone to talk to after spending 10000 years stuck in a cave on Earth. Also, Lance is her Paladin and she goes full Mama Lion on him’.)

Anyway, I wrote the Mandatory Angsty Scene that doesn’t fit anywhere and that only exists because I’ve been lurking on the “Lance McClain” tag for a week and it’s full of langst (what did this kid do to us that we keep hurting him?), so of course I was influenced, but which I don’t think I’ll ever use for anything, so here it is, in all its glory.


He’s about to get killed and his first thought is that he didn’t fold his clothes before leaving his room.

It pops into his head, that his clothes are strewn across the room and someone will have to go in there to put everything in order at some point. Thank goodness it won’t have to be his mom.

He’s never seeing his mom again.

He’s never going home again.

He’s never taking Blue to Cuba.

Blue might be destroyed here.

“I’m so sorry, Bonita,” Lance whispers, not caring that the others might hear him through the comms.

Blue’s warm in his head, as sorrowful as he is. She’s mourning him, because she might survive, but he most definitely won’t.

“You could at least try to comfort me,” he tells her, sounding far more amused, far more cheerful than he feels.

He can distantly hear the others calling him through the comms, giving instructions to try to help him, or just repeating something (his name, the word 'no’, pleads), but he can’t pretend he has any chance of surviving.

“I’ll remember you,” Blue says.

And, okay, that is actually a comfort.

lena knowing kara is supergirl and saying those stupid space pick up lines just to see kara getting nervous and then blushing a lot when she realizes what’s happening

like “are you from space?” and kara going all “n-no! pfffft what are you talking about? i’m from this planet. earth! a very nice place to be from an-” and then lena finishing with “cause your ass is out of this world” and kara blushing and just saying a breathy “oh” and stammering and not knowing what to do

whoever reblogs this will be sent the secret password

The Honey then the Hatchet

Ok not sure about the word count of this one

Prompt: Hey its ya neighborhood stafou Lover here with a fluffy ass request. I think it’s kinda obvious gaston only showed LeFou affection when he wanted something and so that’s what LeFou expects. So when Stanley shows affection thinks he wants something and he’s fine with it but one day Stanley catches on and just like scoops him up in his arms and is like LeFou honey all I want is your love I promise and maybe lefou just kinda starts sobbing because he doesn’t know how to deal with genuine affection

Holy shit angst yes love it

Warnings: low self esteem, that’s about it

And hella gay

Wow I feel like this is a trend for me

Soph xx


Lefou was never comfortable with compliments, considering that when he was younger they were usually backhanded ones intended to poke fun at him in one way or another, about his weight, his hair, his clothes or god forbid his mother, yet his distaste for compliments only grew after he found how truly manipulative they could be to a person, as with every ‘you look good’ or ‘I didn’t know you could sing’ was another request for a few more sous or a more franks, making him hard of hearing to them.

Of course, stanley didn’t know this, in fact he tried to compliment Lefou every time he saw him in the village, at market, or even in the newly opened ‘Books from Belle’ bookshop. Usually on his clothes, or his hair, or anything that he could possibly comment on in any way, trying to win his affections. Every time, Lefou turned away slightly, or even shook his head, a couple of times he had even laughed sarcastically at himself in a way that stanley wasn’t used to. He was used to Lefou being much more open, after all, in the bar when he was with Gaston he seemed to be, and even flirted back from time to time, yet now he had become more closed to any compliment which was thrown at him, making it very hard to flirt.

It just so happened, that once a month a grand party was held at the Chateaux where everyone would bring themselves in their most expensive finery, despite the trying of the hosts that the gatherings should be far more casual, yet everyone needed to feel a bit more dressed up every now and then.

At this very monthly occasion, Stanley had shown up in his finest embroidered, white waistcoat paired with some equally beautiful trousers, and some boots to complete the ensemble, yet as he walked out towards the village centre where everyone was meeting to take the carriages to the palace itself, he felt something was missing, and as he passed Mademoiselle Fleuredelie’s flower shop, a single white rose caught his eye, and halted him in his tracks.

He slowly turned and made his way back to the shop, and picked the rose from a bunch that sat in disarray on the side of the counter.

“Combien, madame?” He enquirer

“15 cents please.” She replied, holding her hand out to receive the payment. When he handed the money over, she gave him a not and gestured him off towards the last remaining carriages.

The ride to the castle was uneventful, with only the clanging of the horses shoes with the occasional stone as his companion for the time being, yet as he approached the Chateaux, he heard a great number of people in celebration, yet he could never understand what they were celebrating. None the less, he still decided to dress back up every month and join the monthly festivities.

By the time the cart stopped in front of the main entrance. It was clear that the party was in full swing, with the orchestra playing beautifully to welcome any guests whom had arrived late, or to simply encourage the long staying ones whom had been here for hours.

When he finally got to the ballroom, stanley felt himself scan the crowd for the presence of a familiar pink or purple bow amongst the sea of white, yet instead of being greeted by Lefou’s vibrantly coloured neck accessories, he found himself locking vision with a gold embroidery one instead.

Making his way through the crowds of people, he tried to get closer to Lefou, yet every time he tried it seemed that someone made it their mission to get on the dance floor, yet just as he got close, he saw one of the household staff guide him to the floor.

Stanley stood still, watching as the woman glided across the floor with Lefou, twisting and turning in ways he wished that he would with him, yet as he was watching, he felt a hand snake around his waist and drag him into the sea of dancers.

As they connected their hand with his, he looked up to see the face of Madame Garderobe, whom had been the very creator of the outfit he was wearing tonight.

She smirked down at his shirt and then have him a small knowing smile, before twirling him and letting him go into the jumbled mess which people were calling a dance.

Just in that moment, stanley felt himself connect with someone else, as his back and theirs collided, yet instead of jerking away, he felt himself twist around to grab the other persons hand, and spin them so that they would be able to dance just as he was doing. Of course, he would later find out that this was done intentionally, however he came face to face with none other than Lefou.

Lefou blushed, and tried to stutter out a couple of words, yet basic vocabulary seemed to have failed him in that moment, when he saw a silly grin break out on Stanley’s face, as he pulled Lefou closer to him and leaned further towards his head.

“Bonsoir Monsieur.” He whispered gently, still keeping eye contact with the man in front of him.

Lefou was speechless to say the least, his mouth still left open as he tried to stutter out some basic French, yet he still could not say a single word.

“May I say that tonight you look absolutely stunning?” Stanley prompted, with a cheeky flustered grin still plastering his face.

And the illusion was broken.

A humourless laugh left Lefou’s lips before he could help himself, and he felt himself shake his head in disbelief as stanley just watched. He had seen this all before, the dismissal of the compliment which he knew too well.

“What do you want.” Lefou whispered in his ear, still dancing her making space between himself and Stanley, almost to prove a point.

“Want?” Stanley replied, confused by the whole situation.

“Yes want, people don’t just had our compliments, there’s a price tag, always. What do you want.” He repeated his question, looking down to the patterned floor which so many had been swept across, yet he highly doubted that he would be swept off his feet tonight.

“What on earth could I want, when I have everything I want right here.” He whispered in return, refusing to acknowledge Lefou’s words of want and worry.

Lefou looked back at stanley, expecting to see some sort of a taunting smile to illuminate his features, of a sneer of joy at his expense, yet when their eyes locked, he saw only sincerity in those beautiful dark orbs.

He had really been complimenting him, with no gain to himself whatsoever, just for the sake of complimenting him, this whole time?

Lefou felt tears build in his eyes as he thought back to every time that he had been complimented by Stanley, only this time he saw them as genuine, instead of being a mockery, and felt his knees start to go weak at the man that currently had his arm firmly wrapped around his waist.

A tear fell.

“Are you ok?” Stanley immediately asked, a hint of worry lacing his voice.

Lefou laughed yet again, however this time it seemed to be a genuine, proper laugh of joy, one that he had not felt come from his mouth in a long time.

He looked up at stanley and brought both hands to his cheeks, holding them gently before guiding Stanley’s lips towards his, and as they met Lefou felt the grip of his waist getting tighter. his head spinning and his blood pounding, he began to wrap his arms around Stanley’s neck, pulling him impossibly closer, until he released him, gasping for breath, yet still spinning, dancing with the others. Lefou smiled gently.

After a moment, stanley spoke.

“Etienne, there is something I wanted for my compliments.”

Lefou looked up worried, his thoughts reverting to believing that this was all some stupid joke, yet Stanley still smiled brighter than before, his cheeks still painted crimson and his chest still heaving. Pulling the white rose from his pocket, he handed it to Lefou who stared at the small flower in awe.

“You.”

Everyone Loves Park Jimin (Chapter 1)

“It’s gonna be okay,” Jimin whispered to himself as he walked inside the huge campus of Seoul University.

He saw girls and boys everywhere walking and some talking to each other.

Jimin’s hands got tighter around the piece of paper he was holding that had details about his dormitory but he couldn’t find the building.

He wanted to approach one of the students asking them about the dorms but he was nervous and insecure about his Korean.

Of course being born in San Francisco he mostly used English to converse except for when he was home because his parents had insisted on him being proud of his heritage and taught him Korean.

But that didn’t really help him being nervous about talking in Korean.

Jimin sighed as he looked around. He had to approach someone. He saw a short girl talking to someone. She seemed friendly to Jimin for some reason.

Jimin walked up to her when he suddenly found himself right on the ground as he bumped into someone.

“Oh my god,” he heard a voice. It was a boy.

He felt a pair of hands snake around his waist and someone helping him up. Jimin looked up to see a boy wearing glasses with blonde hair, his forehead creased in worry.

“Are you okay?” the boy asked.

For some reason, Jimin felt his mouth being dry. He couldn’t seem to speak as he looked up to the seemingly good looking boy staring back at him.

“Are you okay?” the boy asked raising his voice.

Jimin snapped out of his trance blinking rapidly.

“I…I am fine,” Jimin said his voice sounding hoarse.

“Are you sure?”

Jimin nodded very aware of the fact that the boy’s hands were still wrapped around his waist and that a small crowd had gathered looking at them.

“Uh yeah,” Jimin said.

“I am sorry,” the boy said. “I wasn’t looking”

“It’s…its fine,” Jimin said with a faint smile.

The boy gave him a much bigger smile and now little dimples very showing on his cheek making Jimin’s heart flutter.

Jimin felt the boy let go of his waist and he could feel himself being disappointed.

The boy bent down and picked up a paper.

“Is this yours?”

It was the paper with the details of Jimin’s dorm.

“Oh yeah,” Jimin said taking the paper.

The boy smiled again.

“I’ll see you later then,”

Jimin nodded as the boy began walking when Jimin had an idea.

“Wait,” he said.

“Yes,” the boy said stopping.

“Would you…would you mind helping me find my dorm?”

“Uh sure,”

Jimin smiled handing the paper to the boy who looked at the paper smiling.

“This is really close to mine,”

“Oh really,” Jimin said.

The boy nodded.

“Come on follow me,”

Jimin walked beside the much taller boy.

“Exchange student huh?”

Jimin nodded.

“From?” the boy asked.

“University of Texas,”

“That’s quite cool,” the boy said.

“Yeah,”

“You have always lived in the US?” the boy asked.

“Yeah, born and brought up,”

“Awesome,” the boy said in English.

Jimin’s eyes widened.

“Can you speak English?”

“Uh yeah, I try,” the boy chuckled.

“Are you a foreigner too?” Jimin asked.

“No,” the boy said. “I taught myself,”

“That is very amazing,”

“Not really,”

“Modest I see,” Jimin said.

The boy chuckled as they entered the building with the dorms.

“Yours is just here,” the boy said as he pointed to a room.

“Thank you so much,”

“No problem,” the boy smiled showing his dimples. “Do you need help with your luggage?”

“No thanks, though,” Jimin said.

“I didn’t catch your name,” the boy said.

“Jimin,”

“Well Jimin, I am Namjoon. Nice to meet you,”

“Nice to meet you too,”

“If you need anything be sure to tell me, I just live at the end of this floor”

“Yup,” Jimin said.

“Catch you later then,” Namjoon said.

“Okay, bye,” Jimin said as Namjoon left.

Jimin smiled. Namjoon was so nice. What were the odds of finding someone so nice, smart and good looking literally in the first half hour since Jimin had been at Seoul University?

Jimin hauled in his suitcase inside his room staring at the walls of his dorm. They were creamy in color looking dull. There were two beds one which was empty presumably Jimin’s and the other laid out well which must be of his roommate,

Jimin wondered who his roommate was. He hoped it was someone nice, possibly as nice as Namjoon. Nah, Jimin wasn’t that lucky.

Jimin sat on the bed as he was too tired. Unpacking could wait for now.

He heard a knock on the door. He looked up and saw a tall boy on the doorstep wearing a pink sweater with black skinny jeans his blonde hair falling in waves on his forehead. Jimin’s breath hitched because this boy was possibly the most beautiful boy he had ever seen.

“Park Jimin,” the boy asked. His voice was equally as beautiful.

“Yes,” Jimin gulped as he stood up.

The boy smiled curling up his full pink lips and Jimin had a hard time to focus on what he was saying.

“Jimin? Jimin?”

“Um yeah,” Jimin said.

“I was supposed to show you around the University,”

“Oh,” Jimin said.

“So let’s go then,”

Jimin nodded.

“Come on now,” the boy said grabbing Jimin’s hands.

They walked as the boy pointed around the different rooms.

“What’s your name?” Jimin asked the boy.

“Seokjin,”

“Oh,”

“You’re from the US right?”

Jimin nodded.

“Liking it here?”

“I don’t know. It’s only been hours,”

“Ah yeah,” the boy said.

“You seem in a bit of hurry,” Jimin commented as they walked in the lobby of the top floor of the University where there were music rooms.

“I am,”

“Anything special?” Jimin asked.

“The first party of the year,” Seokjin said. “At the frat house,”

“Oh,”

“You must know a lot right? Aren’t parties much wilder back home?”

“They are but I really wasn’t much a part of them,”

“Really but why?” Seokjin asked.

“I don’t know. I wasn’t really invited,”

“Who was stupid enough not to invite someone like you?”

“What do you mean?”

“You’re very pretty; I would want you at my party,”

“Oh I um well I uh thanks,” Jimin mumbled because fuck the most beautiful boy on planet earth had called him pretty.

“So you wanna tag along?”

“Where to?” Jimin asked.

“The frat party,”

“I am not sure…”

“Come on now, you only live once,”

“All right…” Jimin said hesitantly.

“Great, I’ll pick you up for the party at 7ish,” Seokjin said and he winked at Jimin.

Jimin’s breath stopped as he smiled at him as Seokjin walked off waving at Jimin.

Jimin walked back to his dormitory a little shaken by what had happened. He had actually been winked at and agreed to go to some party he had no idea who was hosting only because someone he barely even knew said so.

Jimin walked to his dorm and it was still empty. There was no sign of his roommate anywhere.

Jimin headed to his suitcase opening it up. If he was going to the party he needed something decent to wear.

There was another knock on the door.

Jimin turned around and found a boy grinning at him his brown hair falling in bangs on his forehead. He looked cute and adorable.

“Are you the new exchange student?” he asked.

“Yes,”

“I am Taehyung,”

“Oh hi, I am Jimin,”

“Nice to meet you Jimin, I live in the room next to you,”

“Oh that’s nice,”

What was the odd of this adorable boy living right next to Jimin’s room? He was getting too lucky today.

“Need help with anything,”

“No, I am fine,”

“Don’t be shy,” the boy said. “I remember when I first got here and let me tell you unpacking everything was a true pain in the ass,”

Jimin laughed as the boy began taking the shirts out.

“Where should I keep them?”

“The top shelf,”

“Okay,” the boy said.

“I really appreciate this,”

“It really is no big deal,” Taehyung smiled.

Jimin smiled to himself, how could anyone be this kind?

“So where are you from?”

“US,”

“That’s quite cool,” Taehyung said.

“Yeah,”

“How was it?”

“It’s okay I guess, I liked it,” Jimin said as he kept his jeans on the bottom shelf.

“Are you excited about living in Seoul?”

“Yes,” Jimin said. “It seems like a cool place”

“It is,” Taehyung said.

“We’re all done,” Jimin announced as he sat down on the bed. “Thanks to you,”

“Don’t mention it,”

Jimin smiled.

“Taehyung, do you mind if I ask you a question?”

“No, go ahead,”

“Do you know anything about my roommate?”

“Yoongi,”

“Huh?”

“His name,”

“Oh,” Jimin said the mysterious person at least had a name now, Yoongi.

“Yoongi is…”

Jimin felt himself getting nervous. What if he was some horrible person? Jimin was slightly nervous.

“Mysterious,”

“What do you mean?”

“He is nice and everything but he likes to keep to himself,”

“Oh,”

“Don’t worry you won’t have any problems with him. He is not that kind of a person from what I know,”

Jimin breathed a sigh of relief.

Taehyung smiled.

“So are you going to the party?”

“Party?”

“Yeah the frat house one,”

“No, are you?”

“Yeah…”

“Oh,”

“What?”

“Nothing just be careful,”

“Why?”

“The parties they can get um a bit wild,”

“Oh,”

“Who are you going with?”

“Seokjin,”

“I guess that won’t be as bad,”

“You know him?”

“Yeah, he is pretty nice,” Taehyung said. “And good looking” Taehyung added as an afterthought making Jimin laugh.

“You are very um good looking too,” Jimin said when he suddenly realized what he had said.

“Uh, I mean…you know I mean that…”

“Thank you Jimin,” Taehyung said. “And you are no less yourself,”

Jimin felt his cheeks heating up at Taehyung’s comment that he was very aware that Taehyung could see as he mumbled incoherent thanks not meeting Taehyung’s eyes.

“I am gonna go now,” Taehyung said. “I will see you soon,”

“Yeah you too, bye,”

Taehyung left leaving Jimin alone and Jimin checked the time. It was almost 6:30 so Jimin began dressing up which was slipping into a much skinnier black jeans along with a black T-shirt brushing his ginger hair before putting on some eyeliner to make his eyes look a bit better.

Then Seokjin showed up to pick up Jimin and he was dressed in a black shirt with the top button undone his blonde hair messy and really tight blue jeans. Jimin once again had to force himself to look away.

“Jiminie are you wearing eyeliner?”

“Yes,” Jimin replied slightly alarmed by the nickname.

“Damn, you look so good with it,”

“Thank you,” Jimin blushed.

“Come on now, we have a party to go to,” Seokjin said as Jimin nodded getting into the car.

Seokjin drove making casual talk and just the tiny bit of flirting making Jimin blush from time to time.

When they arrived at the frat house it was already filled with people. Jimin followed Seokjin inside when Seokjin was suddenly hugged by someone.

“Hoseok,” Seokjin said.

It was a boy with light strawberry blonde hair and a big smile on his face.

It was almost as if Seoul University was blessed with good looking guys Jimin thought when suddenly he saw Hoseok look at him.

“Hi there,” Hoseok said.

Jimin smiled when Seokjin shoved Hoseok.

“No, okay,”

“Seokjin,” Hoseok whined.

“You disgust me,” Seokjin said.

“I promise I won’t do anything to him,” Hoseok said. “I am not that bad,”

Jimin saw Seokjin bite his lip.

“Jimin, I’ll be right back,”

Jimin nodded as Seokjin left making his way through the crowd of college students.

“So, I am Hoseok,” Hoseok said.

“Jimin,”

“I have never seen you around here before, Are you new?”

“Oh yeah, on an exchange program,”

“Interesting,” Hoseok commented.

“Yeah,”

“Where are you from originally?”

“America,”

“Cool,” Hoseok said. “Wanna drink?”

“Uh I haven’t before,”

“What really?” Hoseok asked.

Jimin nodded.

“Come on then Jimin we have got to make you have your first taste of alcohol,”

“I am not…”

“You can trust me,” Hoseok winked as he took Jimin’s hand and dragged him into the kitchen.

Jimin’s heart was beating much faster mainly because of the crowd or for the fact that Hoseok was holding his hand and it was too much for him to handle.

Hoseok took a red cup and handed it to Jimin.

“Drink up,”

Jimin hesitantly sipped before almost spitting out the drink.

“Disgusting,”

“It can be,” Hoseok chuckled. “But then you won’t stop”

Jimin once again sipped stomaching the drink as much as he could before finishing the cup.

“Damn for a beginner that was good,” Hoseok said.

Jimin grinned.

“Can I have some more?”

Hoseok laughed handing him another cup and Jimin drank it all much faster. It didn’t seem as disgusting as before.

“One more,”

Jimin ended up drowning two more cups before he could barely register his surroundings but he had a new found confidence.

“Can we dance?”

“If you want to then yes,” Hoseok said.

Jimin smiled as they went back to the living room converted into the dancing floor which was full of drunken teenagers dancing as Jimin began moving along with Hoseok. They danced really closely that was almost sexual but Jimin didn’t care because when was he ever gonna get the chance to dance with someone as attractive as Hoseok. He might as well make the best of this bizarre situation.

“You are quite the dancer,” Hoseok said.

“Am I?”

“Yes damn,” Hoseok said as he pulled Jimin closer his hands around Jimin’s waist. Jimin could feel his cheeks get heated as their bodies got closer. Neither of them was holding back in any way.

Suddenly out of nowhere, Hoseok’s phone started ringing.

Hoseok stopped dancing and took out his phone.

“Jimin just stay right here, I’ll be back,”

Jimin nodded. He was now all alone without Seokjin or Hoseok and a very parched throat. He decided he might as well find some water which he did with lots of difficulties when he suddenly bumped into someone spilling the whole glass of water on their shirt.

Jimin looked up horrified to find an incredibly attractive and frankly very intimidating boy staring at him. He had big eyes and dark brown hair and for the fifth time in the day, Jimin was once again completely tongue-tied.

“I…”

The boy was silent.

“I am…”

“Sorry?” the boy asked.

“Yeah that,” Jimin said gulping.

To his relief, the boy smiled.

“It’s all right,” he said. “Mistakes happen”

“Uh yeah,”

This was strange. Wasn’t the boy supposed to yell at him telling him to fuck off or even pick a fight with him?

The boy smiled again before leaving his eyes however still on Jimin in a very intense way.

Jimin went back to the spot but there was still no sign of Hoseok so Jimin left the room because his head was hurting from the incredibly loud music. He made his way to the kitchen again and there against the dining table there was a group of people loudly yelling. Curious, Jimin looked to find the attractive intimidating boy along with many other people standing on the side cheering when the boy caught Jimin’s eye. He smirked. Jimin gulped looking away his heart beating much faster. The boy looked like trouble. Someone Jimin should stay away from.

When he looked back the boy was clapping hard.

“It’s Jungkookie’s turn,” he heard a girl’s voice.

“Truth or dare,” someone asked.

It was strange to Jimin that a group of grown college students were playing such a juvenile game albeit in a much sexual way.

“Kiss the cutest boy in the room,” a girl said and a series of groans followed.

“That was the best you could come up with?” he heard a boy’s voice as he saw the attractive intimidating boy smirk.

“That was the easiest thing you could have given me, thanks,” he said and that voice was just perfect.

He stood up looking at all the boys before moving a bit further and suddenly he was walking towards Jimin and Jimin knew what was gonna happen even though he didn’t want to believe it.

He felt the boys’ lips on him. They were soft, warm and nice against his seemingly cold ones and tasted a little sweet with a hint of strawberries. It was perfect Jimin thought when he suddenly realized what was happening and pushed off the boy.

The boy looked equally surprised as Jimin left the room suddenly drawn to tears because his first kiss may or may not have been stolen by some drunken frat boy for the sake of a stupid dare.

He bumped into Hoseok.

“Jimin,” Hoseok said. “I was looking for you everywhere…wait are you crying?”

“No,” Jimin lied. “Do you know where Seokjin is?”

“No, are you okay?”

“Yeah,” Jimin lied. “I don’t feel so good”

“What is it?”

“Nothing, I just wanna go back to my dorm”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah,” Jimin said. “I will see you later”

Hoseok nodded and Jimin barely smiled as he walked his way through the people. He really appreciated Hoseok’s concern but he wanted to be alone.

He had no idea where Seokjin was though which meant that he had to go home alone which wouldn’t have been much of a big deal if he knew the way.

As far as he remembered the frat house was just a bit off campus he followed his instincts and began walking. His head hurt a lot though from all the drinking that he shouldn’t have done. But for some reason, it must have been a lucky day as he reached the dorms without getting lost or even worse stabbed.

He made his way to the door and found it locked which meant that his roommate was finally home. Jimin knocked and seconds later the door opened to reveal a guy with black hair, a small face looking up to him.

He looked different but he looked beautiful.

“I…” Jimin said. “I am your roommate”

“I presumed that come on in,”

Jimin nodded following as he closed the door behind him when he suddenly cut himself on the lock.

“Ow,” Jimin groaned as he looked at the cut on his hand which was now bleeding.

“What is it?”

“Nothing,” Jimin said as he sat down on the bed applying pressure on it to stop the cut from bleeding. He wished he had some bandage but of course he chose to ignore his mothers’ orders to take a first aid kit with him.

He saw Yoongi watching him casually seated on his own bed.

“Everything all right?” Yoongi asked.

“Yeah, I just cut myself,”

“How?”

“The door lock,” Jimin said.

“Is it bleeding a lot?”

Jimin nodded.

He heard Yoongi sigh as he got up from his bed and began rummaging through his drawer before taking out a white plastic box.

“Show me,”

“No no it really is fine. I’ll be fine,” Jimin said.

“Do you want it to get worse by leaving the wound open?”

Jimin shook his head no hesitantly letting Yoongi look at his hand.

“Go wash that,”

Jimin nodded heading to the tiny sink and washed his hand before returning back to the bed where Yoongi slightly dabbed on his wound with some antiseptic making Jimin wince.

He took out a bandage wrapping it around Jimin’s hand.

“Uh thank you so much for doing this,” Jimin said.

“It’s fine,”

“I am Jimin by the way,”

“I know,”

“Huh?”

“I was told two weeks ago that you are gonna be my roommate,”

“Oh,”

“I am Yoongi,” he said.

Jimin just nodded.

“You look drunk too, are you?” Yoongi asked.

Jimin nodded thinking about the disaster of an evening.

“Well go to sleep. It’s Sunday tomorrow so don’t worry about anything,”

Jimin nodded again as Yoongi went and switched off the lights.

“Goodnight,” he said climbing into the bed.

“Goodnight,” Jimin said as he lied down too thinking about his first day at Seoul University. It was weird and very eventful.

But at least he had a good roommate.

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This is for every Shiro involved ship cause I’m tired of everyone coming for each other cause ya all extra as hell 🙄 ship what you wanna seriously cause the creators are saying a bunch of shit then theres things like this on their official shit. Like they saying five teenagers from earth, that includes Shiro. Also if you seen the video where the creators were agreeing to Shiro being an adult they looked like they were just tired of everyone and just agreed to it so people would stop asking cause they seem not to even know wtf they’re doing right now. People have mentioned this in other posts so here are the receipts lol.

Joining Fandoms

Originally posted by chasingskeleton

Why is this me tho?!?!

Also…WHAT ON EARTH WAS THAT PERSON DOING?!?!?!?!?!??!?!?!?!?!