do you think he will ever shave

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What's your take on the world ending for the Greek Gods? Or when they cease to be relevant to mankind, and what happens to them? Would Athena, Aphrodite and Artemis take the streets and march for Pride? Would Demeter be the manager at a zoo?

Time passes. The world changes. Temples fall. People now speak their names as if they are fairytales.

The gods are dead.


Apollo’s chariot lies broken and forgotten in the ruins of a city no one knows the name of anymore. He watches the sun crawl across the sky of its own volition, without him to push it forward.

“Do you miss it?” Artemis asks him, appearing by his side.  They stand at the top of a sparkling glass building, almost the same as ever. She walks among the mortals more than he does, she always has, and She’s dressed like one of them. Tight clothes and half her head shaved, sparkling gems curling up the delicate shell of her ear. She looks like one of the teenagers that fill his concert stadiums.

He thinks of the way his chariot threatened to escape his grasp every morning, the oppressive heat of the sun beating down on him, the burns and the undercurrent of fear that one day he would lose his grip on the reins and plunge the world into darkness.

Apollo leans his head on his sister’s shoulder. The sun rises slower without him, but it rises just the same. “No. Not really.”


Hephaestus’s workshop has evolved with the times – from a volcano base to a modern lab, but always a workshop bursting with creation. The cyclopes are still his best assistants.

Aphrodite steps over discarded parts and expertly walks around frantic cyclopes carrying bubbling concoctions. Her dark hair is swept up in a bun and she wears chunky glasses and a blood red pantsuit that almost hides the fact she’s the most beautiful woman to walk the earth. “I have a client, try not to blow up the house. Again.”

“Yes dear,” he says, but doesn’t looks away from his soldering. She hadn’t expected him too. His prosthetics are off and on the floor besides him, and he’s seated on a too-tall chair to compensate for the loss of height.

She reaches out and carefully touches the corner of his eye. Crow’s feet have started to work their way onto his face. They’re getting old. “It’s the couple that’s fighting because he wants kids and she doesn’t want to carry any kids but doesn’t want to say that. It would probably be easier if I just told them to adopt and threw them out the window.”

“Yes dear,” he repeats, sparks flying. A few land on her, but she doesn’t burn. Of course.

She moves her hand up and pushes it through his hair and resists the urge to pull him from his work and abandon her own so they can make out on his worktable. “I love you.”

Aphrodite turns to leave, but Hephaestus grabs her wrist and pulls her back. He holds up a single copper lily, the edges of the petals still glowing with heat it had taken to shape them. He carefully slides the stem into her hair so it sits at the base of her bun. He grazes her bottom lip with his thumb as he pulls his hand back to his side. “Yes dear.”


Demeter rages.

She makes imprudent deals to control an earth that no longer falls under her domain, and she enacts her revenge against the mortals in whatever way she can. They have forgotten her, forgotten the earth, and in their ignorance they seek to destroy it.

She shakes the bedrock and splits it open, but still they do not learn, and as the temperature of the earth rises so does her temper.

The sea is not hers to command, her power is of earth and of earth alone, and even now she gave more than could afford to lose to keep her grasp on it. But these mortals do not learn.

Demeter goes to the sea and makes an inadvisable bargain. She goes to the crumbling remains of Olympus and makes an even worse one.

Typhoons and hurricanes whip across the land. If they seek to destroy her, she will simply destroy them first.


Hera sits on a pure white couch in an elegant mansion, smiling for the journalist seated across from her.

“What do you think is the most influential decision you ever made?” he asks, “If you could pinpoint the success of your business to one moment, what would it be?”

She tilts her head as the light of the camera flashes. “Why, divorcing my husband, of course.”

“Would that be your advice to young women hoping to be as successful as you?” he asks, “To not get married?”

Hera thinks of thousands of years by Zeus’s side, and how little it got her. She thinks of Hestia’s men, and Artemis’s women, of Hephaestus’s love for Aphrodite, of the way Hades softened the sharpest of Persephone’s edges.

She says, “Do not get married to someone who makes you less than you are. If you are not a better person for being together than apart, then do not be together. It’s as simple as that.”

Simple, but not easy.

Leaving Zeus was the hardest thing she’s ever done.


Persephone isn’t forced to spend half the year on the mortal earth anymore. She goes when she pleases, which isn’t often.

Sometimes she’ll sit by Artemis’s side while she brings a new life into the world and holds the warm, wriggly child first. She visits hospitals and makes the flowers bloom out of season, and spends long hours sitting under the sun and feeling it’s warmth touch her face.

Hades left his realm rarely before, and even more rarely now. More people are being born than ever, meaning more people are dying than ever. Their realm is massive, comprising of all the dead of several millennia. Hades and Hecate spend their days as always – desperately trying to expand the realm so that they don’t all have to live on top of each other.

“Have you heard?” she asks one day, seated on his desk and leaning across it so he can’t work on the latest draft for another level of their realm. “The gods are dead.”

He gives up on attempting to tug it out from underneath her. “Are they? That’s odd, none of them are here.”

Persephone doesn’t bother to hide her smile. They haven’t figured it out yet. Maybe they never will. But when death comes for them, as death does for all, it will be to Hades and Persephone’s door they are brought. Hades himself will usher Gaia and Amphitrite into the underworld, when the time comes.

That time is not today.

“Darling, I really do need to work on this,” he ineffectually tugs on the map again.

She pushes him back into the chair, climbing on top of him and pressing their foreheads together. “No, you don’t.”

“No, I don’t,” he agrees, and obligingly moves his head so Persephone can nibble at his neck. He manages a whole thirty seconds before going, “I mean, I really do, Hecate said if I didn’t have a plan by the time she leaves for the mortal realm tomorrow, I’ll either have to wait until she gets back or do it by myself, and I’d really prefer to do neither–”

Persephone kisses him to shut him up, twisting and pushing them through the realm so they land on their bed. “I’ll help you finish it later. Focus on me now.”

Hades doesn’t answer, but he does flip them so he’s above her and reaches below her skirt, so she’ll take that as agreement.


Hestia sits around a bonfire, watching a group of teenagers get drunk and dance around the flames. They’ll never be younger than right now, never feel as much love for each other as they do right now.

She is besides an old man who warms his hands from the fire coming from an abandoned trash can.

She lies on a bed as a girl lights two dozen candles around it as a surprise for when her lover gets home.

She watches a young man make dinner for his boyfriend for the first time and burn the chicken on both sides. They eat it together anyway.

She sits on the kitchen counter when a sister takes out a pie from the oven, made special for her little brother’s birthday.

She is there when a father ticks the thermostat up high in freezing dawn of morning so it will be warm by the time his wife and children awaken.

Most people don’t have hearths anymore. But there is warmth, and love, and for Hestia that is enough.


As their names fade from existence, as his name is called less and less on the battlefields of mortal men, the more Ares sleeps.

He falls asleep in too tall trees and on park benches. He sleeps in seedy motel rooms and naps in every one of Athena’s libraries. He sleeps curled up on a chair in Aphrodite’s office, and on the floors of a lot of veteran resource centers. As fast as he can tell, that’s the most they help any veteran.

Still, his favorite place to sleep is the underworld.

He goes knocking on Orpheus’s door, who is always willing to play for him. “Hades is here,” Eurydice says, “Would you like to me to go get him?”

He shakes his head, “Persephone is home. I wouldn’t want to intrude.”

Eurydice and Orpheus share the same look of faint disapproval, but neither of the say anything, for which he is grateful.

He lies in the soft grass of the garden Persephone made, and lets Orpheus’s playing lull him to sleep.

Later, he’s woken by strong arms picking him up and holding him against a familiar chest. He doesn’t even have to open his eyes to know who’s holding him. “I can go,” he yawns, his actions at odds with his words as he pulls himself even closer the warmth coming off the king of the underworld.

“No,” Hades says. “Stay.”

Ares lets out a content sigh as Hades presses his lips to his forehead, and he’s not great about touch, about people laying their hands on him and getting in his space. But Hades has always felt safe, felt like home.

He stays.


The gods are dead.

Long live the gods.

gods and monster series, part xiv

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Did I Shave My Legs For This?

Today I witnessed men mocking a woman for having hairy legs and underarms. I have something to say about this.

Firstly, the shaving of legs is a new fashion trend. It was done a bit in the 20′s, but honestly, it wasn’t until the forties that anyone gave a damn. Before that, no one saw your legs, because they wee covered in skirts. Men didn’t even know women HAD legs.

Slight exaggeration, but still quite meaningful.

In the last 70 years, men have gone from not knowing and not caring one bit about female body hair, to completely transforming their ideal feminine counterpart into a hairless model. Men like to tout masculinity as being impervious, but I’ll warrant you, you can watch them evolve with the feedback of marketing scams run on their little mammalian brains.

Did Queen Victoria have shaved legs…well, let’s first establish that yes, she did actually have legs. But were they hairless? During her 60-odd year reign, did she employ some servant to come pluck out her hairs?

Did Queen Elizabeth have hairless legs? 44 years of reign, at the time the longest reigning monarch of British history, but no, you’re right. She probably had the Lady of the Royal Chamber rake on a good lather before she went out in her Spanish farthingale.

Did Cleopatra have a straight razor? Did Helen of Troy? These are two women who literally destroyed nations with their beauty and the lust men had for them. Do you think they had shaved legs? What about their underarms?

Now, yes, there were traditions of removing hair. The Roman women, for example, plucked their hair out of their underarms, but I promise you…no one sat about for hours having their legs plucked with tweezers. And if they did, they had a lot of time and money to spare.

Do you know who Boudicca is? She was an Icenian queen during the first century. She led a rebellion against Roman factions at Londinium. 

Famously, she said, “This is done with the resolve of a woman. Men may live as slaves if they wish.”

She leveled three Roman outposts, well-established settlements. And came to Londinium with an army decked out in stolen Roman arms. They razed the city to the ground with fires so thick that an ash layer still exists in the stria of the City of London to this very day. As she rode through the old city on her chariot, with her Roman spear in hand, poised to launch it through the throat of a fleeing patrician, did she pause her assault to wonder…

Did I shave my legs for this?

As the man fell to the ground, choking on his own blood and the ash from the searing fires, do you think he looked up at this queen, this woman defiant and majestic, and thought, “Ye gods, what hirsuit underarms!”

I wonder how many plucked Roman women were trampled by that carriage.

I wonder if Anne Bonny, the notorious pirate ever was mocked by her male crew for having a fluffy undercarriage.

I wonder if when Annie Oakley, at 15, beat her crackshot future husband at a shooting contest, he looked at her little knees and thought, “Not this one. She’s too furry.”

I wonder if Anne Boleyn was beheaded for wearing a pair of furry britches beneath her skirts.

I wonder, if while He suckled as an infant, resplendent in holy fire and divinity, the newborn Jesus Christ, tucked His wee face to the crook of His Virgin Mother’s arm and let out a squeal at the ghastly sight of her unshaven underarms. Or if when He was installing himself in her abdomen, He gave a moment’s pause to think, “Dear Me, what am I doing, shoving myself into this horribly hairy wench?”

The answer to all of these is…No. Of course not, you fucking idiot.

Body hair exists for a reason, you stupid semi-hairless apes. Don’t you ever wonder why you still have it? I will tell you why. It provides necessary warmth, not just with insulation, but with the way your anatomy functions. Air catches the hairs and lifts them, causing a tickle that forces the follicle to swell into goose flesh, warming the skin through motion. It provides protection from the sun. And in the regions where it is thickest, it guards against the elements, keeps out parasites, and keeps your sensitive areas like your eyes, from being drowned in sweat. It even cushions and reduces the likelihood of heat rashes and chafing in the parts of you that touch. Hair is important. It wasn’t just Sampson who gained strength from it.

And I wonder, if while Sampson was laid low, his power sapped, if he looked up at the gorgeous Delilah with her treacherous shears and thought… “Why didn’t she pluck her eyebrows!”

Power is walking into a room with nothing in hand, and doing just fine.

Beauty is standing as you are, but embodying all that is graceful and powerful about the female condition.

And judging a woman on a trend that is younger then my oldest knee-length hemline is an act of such supreme stupidity and transient masculinity that I cannot even describe how ridiculous I find it. But men are the ones who are rational, yes? Men and all their manly manliness are immune to fads and trends and “girly fashion shit”, right, “bruh”?

Women have hair on their bodies same as you. You seem to do just fine wearing yours. Why do you begrudge her hers?

I say we start a new trend, where females begin to harass the worst offenders for having hairy legs. I shan’t be pleased if in 70 years, I am not seeing all men in shorts looking like the backside of a baby from the knee down. I want to see hordes of women tracking down these men who label a type of deception as beauty, and demanding they carve off their top layer of skin and fur. I want to hear these men who cannot see valor, fortitude, strength, and hair as beautiful, squeak when they walk.

And then I want all humans to embrace that which makes them soft and healthy, and stop rewriting history by turning it into one inglorious quest for vanity.

Touch Starved Tony

This is the first draft, I might so a full rewrite of it eventually and post it on AO3, but for now have some Ironhawk fluffiness.

Tony Stark was a genius practically from birth, put in the spotlight by both association and skill. Nobody was surprised when the rich boy started sleeping around with college kids years older than he was.

Tony remembers being 4 years old, circuit board grasped in tiny fingers. He remembers his father’s arm around his shoulder.

He remembers being 6 an engine on the counter, and his father’s hand on his shoulder, a smile on his face. He remembers Jarvis, and a lot of hugs.

Then he remembers boarding school. Remembers kids’ years older than him who only ever reached out to remind him that he was weakest among them. He remembers teachers who sneered when he corrected them.

He remembers Christmas break and the first hug he’d had in months. He remembers every Christmas break after that and the warmth of Jarvis arms.

He remembers Obie’s hand on his shoulder the day his parents died. He remembers thinking that he would never get a hug from Jarvis again.

He remembers having sex for the first time, he didn’t know her name, heck he barely knew his own name. But he remembered the feel of her skin against his.

He remembers the day he realized people only touched him when they wanted something. With women it was either sex or money, with Obie it was new weapons, and more professional behavior. He remembers realizing that he didn’t particularly care what they wanted if he got even a second of contact.

He remembers the day he realized that Rhodey didn’t hug him with intent. He remembers the day Rhodey shipped out for the first time.

He remembers a string of one night stands and the feeling of flesh on flesh. The feeling of warmth.

He remembers the day he returned from Afghanistan and realized that with the open vulnerability sitting in his chest sex wasn’t an option anymore.

He remembers dancing with Pepper. Remembers holding her in his arms. He remembers letting her go when she asked him to.

He remembers killing Obie, remembers knowing the man had tried to kill him. He remembers mourning the side hugs, and encouraging pats on the shoulder.

He remembers the day the Avengers agreed to move in.

“Jarvis, Jarvis, are all of their rooms ready? The passive surveillance is all set up so they don’t get uncomfortable? And Steve’s is all retro? Natasha has the memory foam bed right? She said she liked memory foam. Do you think they’ll like it?” Tony babbles, he hasn’t slept in three days, ever since they agreed to move in. He had to get everything ready.

“Of course, Sir. All of that has been completed. I am sure they will love it.” Jarvis assures him. Tony nods, trying to settle, hands flying up to fix the mess his hair has become. “Good, good, do I need to shave? I should shave.” He heads for the elevator, fingers tracing over the messy ages of his beard.

“Sir, this is not a date I do not believe shaving is necessary.” Jarvis cuts in, halting Tony on his path to the elevator. “Also, your guests are here.”

“They’re here! Jarvis why didn’t you tell me? Take me down to the lobby to get them.” He spends the elevator ride trying to fix his hair, it doesn’t seem to have done much good.

“Hello Mr. Stark, thank you for inviting us.” Steve says, hefting his duffle bag up on his shoulder.

“It’s no problem, and please Cap, call me Tony.” He says, gesturing for them to board the elevator.

“Still, nice of you to open your home to us.” Natasha says, smiling at him. Her eyes are searching though. Most likely for a motive.

“It’s not just my home now, it’s yours too.” He says, shrugging. Natasha elbows Clint in the least subtle way possible, and Tony watches, mildly impressed as he manages to keep hold of his boxes.

“Oh yeah, thanks dude.” Clint says, peeking out from behind a stack of boxes with Natasha’s careful script on them. “Okay, Natasha, you’re on floor 74. Clint you get 75, they do connect at multiple points and you can feel free to share space.” Tony says, hitting the necessary buttons and gesturing to the eye scanner. “Steve, you’re on 76, and I’m saving 77 for your friend.”

“Tony, we don’t need whole floors.” Steve protests. Looking at his duffle bag Tony suspects that is true, he’ll need to buy the man some clothes and things.

“Speak for yourself Rogers.” Clint says, elbowing the super soldier in the side. It probably hurt his elbow more than it did Steve, but it gets his point across. Tony elects to ignore both of them.

“Brucie-bear, you have 78, although the hulk room expands into 79. I put your lab on your floor because I figured it would be more comfortable.

“Thor gets 79, since he’ll be here the least he shouldn’t mind the loss of space. Common areas are on floor 80, and the penthouse is obviously mine. 81 through 84 are set up for Sam Wilson, guests, more guests, and Rhodey respectively.” Tony explains. “If you need anything from Jarvis you will have to enter the elevator or a common area, as I have set your rooms to passive surveillance only to avoid any discomfort you may feel.” The elevator stops and the doors slide open to reveal Natasha’s floor.

“No Jarvis beyond this point, but there is a top of the line security system so please try not to break any windows.” Tony says, stepping aside, Clint gets off the elevator while Natasha picks up her own stack of boxes and follows him.

It takes an hour to get everyone settled in. Steve thanks him profusely, and talks about how his floor is too much. Bruce thanks him quietly and disappears into his rooms. Natasha calls him kitten in Russian and smiles at him before disappearing into her rooms with a comment about dress shopping.

“Stark!” Clint is bouncing on the balls of his feet when Tony knocks on his door to check on him. “Stark! You built me an archery range on my floor? You are the absolute best!” For a moment, it looks like he’s going to hug him, and then there’s a warm weight of Clint’s hand on his shoulder for half a second. “God, I am never leaving this tower.”

“Glad you like it.” Tony says, trying to ignore how warm his shoulder feels. Trying to ignore how his heart is beating against his ribs. It’s been almost three months since he’s seen Rhodey, and therefore three months since someone has touched him in a friendly way. It feels better than flying in the suit ever does.

He’s not surprised with the lack of physical contact from the others. They were busy moving in, and he knows they all have their own hang-ups. It’s really not a big deal. He’s working on new armor for Steve now anyways, so maybe he can get a hug or something after.

“Stop kidding yourself Stark.” He grumbles, glaring at his reflection in the mirror. There are dark circles under his eyes, it’s probably time he actually gets some sleep. “They won’t want you. Not a team player, remember? Fucking talking to yourself in the bathroom mirror, no wonder you only have three friends.” He sleeps until well into the next afternoon, and then disappears into his lab.

“Sir, Captain Rogers is asking for you. He says the team wants to do dinner tonight in the common room.” Jarvis informs him.

“They want me to come?” He asks, there’s no one here but Jarvis and still the caution creeps into his voice. He can’t help but hide hope behind an air of nonchalance.  

“Of course, Sir.” Jarvis says. Steve had asked him to tell Tony to come, they clearly wanted him there.

“Tell Cap I’ll be there.” He says, hiding a smile in his work.

He goes to team dinner, and the next one, and training. He tries to live off of awkward brushes of hands, and sharp kicks for practice. He reminds himself that just because they are here, doesn’t mean they’ll like him. They don’t owe him hugs.

Tony was fine, really. Completely, and totally fine.

He finishes the first round of upgrade and eagerly calls them to the lab.

“I made things!” He says, a new quiver clutched in his hands. He’s practically vibrating with excitement, hugs are a relatively normal part of gratitude he could get a hug.

“Is that a quiver?” Clint asks, Tony hits the button on the side there’s a noise as the arrow head is attached. “Shit automated, what a beaut.” Tony blushes, handing it over. Clint snatches up his bow, practically running for the range. No hug. Tony turns to Natasha.

“Upgraded widow bites with stun, knock out, kill, and Thor settings.” He offers, holding them out to her, she grins at him, taking them from his hands.

“Thanks Stark.” She winks at him as she stalks out of the room. “These will be so useful.” She doesn’t hug him on the way out.

“Steve, new body armor. Less ab plating more protection.” He explains, holding up the new and improved suit. “Also, less zippers, that look was so nineties Steve you don’t understand.” Steve smiles at him.

“No, I don’t, but I appreciate the new suit all the same.” He says, Tony beams at him. Steve claps a hand on his shoulder as he leaves. Tony tries to pretend the warmth is enough. Revels in the feeling from that small touch. It’s not enough, maybe if he makes them more gear.

“You look tired Tones, maybe you should get some rest, you can show me Hulk’s gift tomorrow.” Bruce offers, he’s so kind. If Tony looked bad enough he might help him to bed, hold onto him. It would be nice.

“Yeah, I’m going to go to bed.” He mumbles, the pattern continues. Tony remains cold, and untouched.  They fight bad guys, they eat dinner, and nobody hugs Tony.

The suit was gone, ripped off in the battle. He was beaten up, a little bloody but still standing when the witch landed in front of him, lobbing a ball of what he presumed was magic at his chest.

“Let’s see how the world likes you when your deepest desires spill from your lips. How will they feel knowing how perverted you are?” They asked, Tony’s jaw ticks as he clenches it shut. The witch disappears.

“Your darkest desire, huh Stark?” Clint teases. “Can’t be too bad. Want to sleep with a man? Want to kill someone on the team? Want to kill one of the villains we fight?” Tony’s vibrating with frustration, desperately trying to remain silent.

“Clint, stop.” Natasha scolds. “Your desires aren’t you as a person, no matter how dark we won’t blame you.” She assures him, standing on the rubble strewn street. Tony turns wide eyes to Steve and Bruce.

“We won’t.” They assure him. He relaxes his shoulders slightly, his mouth parting against his will.

“I want a hug. Please, I just, I just want a hug.” He begs, face flushing with embarrassment. It’s so quiet you could hear a pin drop. Tony’s head drops, eyes tearing up. “I understand. I know it’s weak, I’m sorry.”

“A freaking hug is your darkest desire?” Clint blurts out, taking a step towards him. Tony nods miserably. “A goddamn hug? How are you so good?” Tony finds himself wrapped in strong arms a moment later. “A goddamn hug.” Clint grumbles.

“I know it’s weak, and stupid. I’m sorry.” Tony whispers, he knows he should pull back, but he lets himself slump against Clint’s shoulder. Let’s himself be held.

“Shut up. You’re goddamn perfect. Your darkest desire is a hug Tony. That’s so ridiculously pleasant.” Clint grumbles, nuzzling into Tony’s hair.  

“It’s so dumb, you guys don’t owe me anything, I can’t expect hugs. I shouldn’t have. Got my hopes up, cause I’m dumb.” Tony mumbles, hands clenched in the back of Clint’s shirt. “You can let go now, I won’t be a bother.”

“Nope, we’re going back to the tower, and cuddling.” He’s surprised the others haven’t gotten over their shock and come to join the hug yet. “God, how did I not know you wanted hugs, I could have offered non-stop cuddles.” Clint laments. Natasha seems to have gotten over her shock, and she practically sprints over, leaping at them. Tony flinches just before she makes contact wrapping them both in a hug.

“Do not be afraid.” She grumbles. He doesn’t look at her, face still buried in Clint’s shoulder.

“I shouldn’t have assumed you’d want to hug me. Shouldn’t have asked. Don’t deserve it.” Tony mumbles. “Can’t expect hugs as payment. No buying people’s love.” The words come out like a mantra. She whacks the back of his head.

“You assumed I wouldn’t want to hug you idiot, not that I would. There is no harm in asking.” She scolds. Clint nods, puffing a breath of air into Tony’s hair.

“Didn’t want any of you to feel obligated.” He mumbles. Clint’s grip tightens, and he feels Steve and Bruce joining the fray, a warm line of skin across his shoulders and lower back.

“No, Tony. We don’t feel obligated.” Clint assures him. “Just guilty that we missed out on giving you something you need.”

“Don’t need hugs, I’m fine.” Tony grumbles, but he still hasn’t made any move to pull away.

“Shut up.” Natasha grumbles, Bruce nods in agreement, half asleep from the Hulk out. “You need hugs. Don’t worry, we’re happy to provide.” She steps on Steve’s foot when he doesn’t say anything in agreement.

“Of course, Tony, you’re our teammate, and our friend.” Steve says, pulling back slightly. The hug starts to pull apart then, leaving only Clint with Tony wrapped around him like a koala.

“I should let go now.” Tony mumbles, releasing his grip on Clint’s shirt. Clint frowns, they need to get back to the tower, but how to best do that without letting go, he slides his hand around Tony’s waist, hand resting on his hip.

“This okay?” He asks, squeezing gently. Tony nods with such ferocity Clint worries he’ll get whiplash. “Good, let’s get you home for some more cuddles.” Tony nods agreeably.

“Thanks Clint.” He mumbles. “You’re my favorite.” He’s not sure Clint heard, words buried in the archer’s shoulder. The walk home is warm, pleasant, and absolutely terrifying.

They’re almost to the tower before the panic starts to set in, fears arising that this was all just a show, and that once they get inside he’ll be back to feeling cold and alone in a crowded house. Even if it wasn’t a show, he’s clingy, he knows it. They’ll get sick of him.

“To the couch.” Clint announces, pushing Tony down on the cushions, and lying on top of him. The panic recedes. He’s warm, he’s safe he can enjoy this.

Tony is worried that they’ll get tired of how clingy he is, so he has a plan. He gets one hour with them every day and then he needs to either work or sleep. As long as he leaves the room before they get tired of him. It’s a good plan.

“Tony, won’t you hang out for a movie after breakfast?” Clint asks, sliding an arm around his shoulder. Movies are normally at least 2 hours long, which puts him over the hour limit on snuggle time.

“I’d love to.” He admits, “But, I need to work on the suit.” He leans into Clint’s grasp anyways. “I really should work.”

“Yeah.” Clint says. “You can do that after we watch a movie though, right?” Watching movies and cuddling is normal, so maybe he can do two hours a day, and it will be okay.

“Right.” Tony agrees. “I can do that.” Clint might not even want to cuddle anyways. Which would mean it wouldn’t count as part of his hour, it only counts if there’s cuddling, right?

“Awesome, I could use a couple hours of snuggling.” Clint cheers, dragging Tony into the den. Well, if it’s Clint’s idea then he can’t accuse Tony of being clingy right. “You’re so warm, perfect for snuggling.” Tony nods absently.

“You sure?” Tony asks.


He doesn’t make it back to the lab after the movie, Clint slides in another disc and they stay curled up on the couch for hours. As much as Tony wants to say no, wants to make sure Clint doesn’t get tired of his clinginess, he can’t. He can’t say no, not when Clint’s arms are warm around him. He just holds on, waiting for the touching to die down.

He spends months waiting for Natasha to stop hugging him every time she sees him, or Steve to stop awkwardly hugging him when he makes new things. He waits for Bruce to stop inviting him to yoga, and helping him with positions. He waits for Thor to stop greeting him with tight hugs that lift his feet off the ground. He waits for Clint to stop inviting him to cuddle.

He waits for months until he realizes he’s not waiting anymore. He waits until he realizes they aren’t going anywhere.

@ifdragonscouldtalk and @dont-hurt-tony-stark I know you like these, <3

BTS Reaction To: When You Haven’t Shaved in a While (M)

I didn’t know whether it’d be easier to access as a post itself rather than an answer to an ask.

Author’s Note: before saying anything, I really don’t think that any of bts would care if you’re shaven or not. I mean, everything still works down there the same  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯; but you’re looking for something a little specific! I got you fam <3 

When you said “nsfw as possible,” I took it as descriptive as possible. I hope this isn’t too lengthy! It seems like my reactions usually just turn into mini-drabbles. 

seokjin: If your boyfriend Seokjin was ever cooking, it was hard to get his full attention, no matter how pressing your current problems were.

But when the scrumptious aromas of your favorite breakfast meal led you into your apartment kitchen with only a old tank top, tight boy shorts, and nothing else covering you, his usual concentration cracked.

Before any morning greetings or any other gestures were exchanged, his usual position at the kitchen counter was gone and now in front of you.

With those strong arms, he grabbed you by your waist and placed you on the kitchen counter, right before gluing his mouth to yours. His unusual behavior had you coming out of your morning daze and moving your mouth against his with the same amount of passion and desperation.

“If you keep coming into the kitchen like this,” your boyfriend breathed, moving his lips along your jaw and behind your ear, “I’m never gonna be able to cook anything for both of us ever again.

His hands, which were previously taking turns caressing your full breasts and your supple hips, were now teasing at the top of your boxer shorts. This took you by surprise; he never rushed like this, preferring to enjoy your body like one of his favorite foods.

“W-wait,” your hands slid to cover his, halting his movements.

“What’s wrong?” His eyes traveled up to meet yours again that it was almost impossible to deny him from going any further.


“I haven’t shaved yet…”

“Hairless or not, I’m still gonna make you cum around my dick all the same.”

Originally posted by bwiseoks

yoongi: As a perfectionist, Yoongi became frustrated on the job at least twice a week. You, fortunately, were the perfect source of stress relief, resulting in multiple late-night trips to his studio every week.

Tonight was one of these nights, and as of now, you were pressed against his lap, grinding your hips furiously into his.

“Take these off,” your boyfriend mumbled, too focused on the sensitive skin at your neck to remove your clothes himself.

“Y-you’re not scared someone will come in?” You tried to make up any excuse possible to prevent him from seeing your not-so-shaven lady parts.

“What?” He rolled his eyes. “I don’t think that’s ever stopped either of us before, and I don’t think Namjoon has ever minded walking in and seeing-”

“Um, okay,” you interrupted him. “That’s gross, but touching me when I haven’t shaven in a little while is probably even more gross.”

Rolling his eyes again, Yoongi’s eyes, which were moments ago clouded with lust, now had a hard emotion of annoyance.

“Regardless of having shaven or not, I still plan on making you cum in the next five minutes,” Yoongi said rather bluntly, squeezing your thighs. “But it’s ultimately your choice: take it or leave it.”

“I-I’ll take it.”

Originally posted by imonaworldtour

hoseok: You were never a morning person. Hoseok, on the other hand, was a whatever-the-day-called-for person. So, if he had the sudden urge to eat you out until you woke up to an orgasm in the early, early, hours of the morning, you weren’t too surprised.

You enjoyed his initial touches in midst of your half-asleep daze, but this time, you yelped as he began pulling your panties off of you. He lifted his head from between your legs with a confused expression on his face.

“What? You’ve never, in the long time we’ve been together, ever opposed to me going down on you!”

“I’m pretty sure you’re opposed to going down on me with a bush blocking your way…”

“Well, I’m still having my morning snack, whether there’s hair down there or not.”

Originally posted by itsrapmonster

namjoon: As you lied on your stomach scrolling through Pinterest, you felt the bed dip behind you. Namjoon usually slept during most of his days off, so you didn’t think too much of this sudden movement, that is, until you felt a few open-mouthed kisses against your thighs.

You moaned instinctively at the sudden affection and set your smartphone down beside you.

Rough but soft hands reached up to tug down your Nike shorts, and you tensed up at the dominant action.

His mouth, which was now teasing your aching clit through your flimsy underwear, felt heavenly against you, but your anxiety at not having shaven in a little while picked at your growing bubble of lust.

But his hands held your hips firmly in place, allowing him to continue his assault on your clothed nether regions with his skilled tongue.

“Joonie,” you managed to breath between your noises of pleasure, “I haven’t shaved in a while…”

He usually wasn’t silent during moments like these, but there’s an exception for everything. Instead of answering your worries, he simply pulled down your underwear and spread you apart, all before burying his face between your legs once again.

You hadn’t gotten oral like this in years.

Originally posted by bangtanbanchan

jimin: Unexpectedly, your boyfriend’s Southeast Asian wing of the world tour was cancelled for bad weather.

This was good and bad for two different reasons.

Obviously, the good was that he would be back in your arms sooner, but the bad was that expecting to not get any action from him for several weeks, you hadn’t been too meticulous with your usual feminine grooming routine.

But like usual, as soon as he came through the door from his long flight, Jimin was already on top of you, trying to get as much of his expert mouth, his skilled hands, and his toned body on as much of your body as humanly possible.  

“Fuck, baby, I don’t think I can wait that much longer,” your boyfriend groaned, reaching to pull down your leggings and underwear all in one go. “I need to be inside of you now.”

You shook your head.

“I-I haven’t shaved since you left…” you murmured, closing your legs shyly. “I don’t think you want to-”

Ignoring your insecurities, he reached into his sweatpants, pulling out his raging erection. You gulped at his bashfulness.

“Do you see this baby?”

You nodded weakly, involuntarily biting your lips at his arousal.

“Then, I think it’s more than obvious to both of us that I won’t care about that when I’m fucking you right now, tomorrow, or ever.”

taehyung: For a couple of days or so, you scurried away from Taehyung whenever he tried to initiate something. Tired of relying on his hand, he decided to make his next move when you were showering; it was the probably the best situation, considering you’d be wet, naked, and afraid.

But when he pulled back the shower curtain, he expected maybe a scream or some curse words, but not you covering your nether regions as if it was your first time.

Taking his confused look as a question, you answered timidly, “I haven’t shaved yet…”

He stepped into the shower immediately and pressed up against you from behind, allowing you to feel the frustration building up inside him over the past three days.

“Baby, if you really think I’m gonna deny myself your sweet little pussy,”

Taehyung paused his sentence to rub at your clit, spurring a whimper from you,

“Because of a few stray hairs, you got me fucked up.”

Originally posted by jjks

jungkook: As the maknae of the group, Jungkook’s urges were more unpredictable than the other members. So, if there was a minimal amount of people around and little to no distractions, Jungkook would pounce when agitated, regardless of the current situation.

Even if you were in the middle of watching the latest Ironman movie that he was so adamant on seeing in the group’s dorm, where his hyungs were bound to be returning to at any given moment.

“I k-kinda wanted to see what happened at the end of the movie,” you complained, attempting to shy away from your boyfriend’s irresistible touches.

“But, baby, you hate Marvel movies,” Jungkook whined, dipping his hand into the waistband of your shorts. “And what’s under these shorts seems a lot more interesting to me right now.”

You keened as his skilled fingers worked at your clit through your flimsy underwear. “But, baby, I haven’t shaved…” 

Despite your protests, your hips ground against his hand, trying to get that friction you’ve needed for so long. It felt too good…

“But, baby,” he repeated the phrase again, nibbling at your sensitive earlobe and causing shivers to wreak havoc on your poor body. “I don’t care about that, because your cute little pussy still tastes and reacts the same way.”

Originally posted by nnochu

okay have we ever considered what would happen once ronan grew his dark curly hair back?? 

{be warned: long rambly hc ahead.}

Adam once casually mentioned that he liked Ronan’s hair. Gansey’s showed him pictures of what Ronan used to look like before he’d shaved his head and he’d commented that he’d barely been able to recognize him, but in like a good way. 

  • So Ronan decides he’s going to allow his hair to grow out again while Adam’s still off at college. 

  • They make time for each other while maneuvering around Adam’s schooling of course, some weekends Ronan will drive up to Adam’s campus or Adam will take a few days off to return to Henrietta to meet Ronan, Opal and the rest of the group. 
  • Gansey’s stunned and silently relieved, feeling like a proud father. He’d never thought he’d encounter the old Ronan again, and this was better than the old Ronan, this was a new and improved Ronan, who’d wrestled tragedy after tragedy and stood triumphant in the wake of each one, not letting it get the best of him. Blue marks it as an improvement and proceeds to nickname him Rapenzul, “Shut the fuck up, Maggot.” “Are you going to let down your hair, princess?” Noah likes to pet his hair just the way he likes to pet Blue’s hair. “So soft,” he’ll say. Ronan only lets him because it’s Noah, although he may or may not threaten to throw him out of more windows. (Yes, I don’t care what happened in TRK, Noah is undead and well, let this boy live okay!!!) 
  • When Adam first sees Ronan with his hair all grown back he actually physically falters bc goddamn does this boy have any idea how crushingly good he looks? ?? 
  • “You… You’re…” Adam doesn’t think he’ll ever be able to muster a cohesive sentence ever again. Adam was used to the Ronan who was all sharpened edges and split knuckles, but the curving ringlets that curled around his ears now and fell over his forehead in drunken midnight tufts made him appear softer, warmer, kinder. It was like seeing the before-image of a burnt photograph. It was like a fairytale filter version of him. Adam can’t help but see an uncanny resemblance between Ronan and those effortlessly handsome young war hero portraits. 
  • “Stop staring, Shithead. It’s a fucking wig.” Ronan says, because that starstruck look in Adam’s eyes is doing things to him. 
  • Adam is suddenly overcome with the sweeping urge to run his hands through it. It wasn’t that he didn’t appreciate running his hands over Ronan’s buzzed head or the Ronan that he’d known before. He’d loved Ronan just like he loved Gansey, Blue and Noah even back when he carried himself like a vicious python, all spitfires and bloodied lips, even when he was getting drunk every single night and trying to fight the moon. Adam wouldn’t admit it to anyone, but there’d been something ethereally enticing about him even when he was this self-destructive drag racer that Adam had been so afraid to fall and cut himself on. 
  • But the Ronan Lynch that Adam fell in love with was another boy completely. He was the dreamer who dreamed up EpiPens for his friend and hand cream for Adam’s chapped hands and performed secret handshakes with his little brother and wanted to spend the rest of his life at his family farm and who pressed his lips ever-so-gently to each one of Adam’s fingers like they were dandelion stems. 
  • All his life, Adam had felt broken and delicate, but for the first time, he felt glad for his nimble fingers, his turbulent history, to be Adam Parrish, the chipped teacup boy, because Ronan made him feel loved and wanted and appreciated, because Ronan felt everything so strongly, and there were still nights Adam was filled with gratitude for being the brunt of Ronan’s desire. 
  • So they make the drive up to the Barns in silence, Ronan asks him about how college’s been and Adam tells him all about the university Ronan wouldn’t be caught dead in and catches that proud glint in his eyes when he admits he recently got offered a TA position. “So now you’re nerding your way up to the nerdom throne. Good for you, Parrish.” They talk about Gansey, Blue and Henry’s trip to Venezuela and how Opal’s been helping Ronan build his dream ramp and chewing on all the curtains. The minute they step out of the car and into the house however, Adam can’t help himself anymore, he pins Ronan against a wall and regales him with firm, heated kisses before dipping his hands into Ronan’s hair. It’s even softer than he’d imagined, and he’d been tugging distractedly at his lip and staring out the window the entire ride, imagining a lot. 
  • Ronan’s overwhelmed but they’ve been apart for weeks and feeling the hot, reassuring weight of Adam’s lips and hips against his again, and with his long, pianist’s fingers gruffly tugging at Ronan’s hair, his thoughts upend and bottom out and all he can think is let’s never fucking stop kissing. yeah. let’s kiss until we fucking die.
  • Later when they’re laying down in bed, Adam loops his fingers in Ronan’s hair again, raking through it delightedly, and Ronan lets out a quiet sigh. 
  • “It feels weird,” Ronan then admits. “I’m not that person anymore.” Adam wanted to tell Ronan that no, he wasn’t that person anymore, but he was more whole than he’d been in a long time. He wanted to tell him that he didn’t need to fool people into thinking he was this awful, intimidating presence anymore. He wanted to tell him that it would be okay if he just let the world see him for what he really was. That he wasn’t the wolf in the henhouse, but neither of them were ever very good at words, so he just pushes a little bit of his hair back and presses a kiss to Ronan’s temple instead. “Well, I like the person you are now.”
  • “Do you think it kills my badass edge?” 
  • “What badass edge?”
  • Ronan presses a hand into Adam’s chest and playfully shoves him backwards at that, before helping him out of his t-shirt and biting into his shoulder.
  • Ronan’s thinking he might never shave his head ever again.

daemoninwhiteround2  asked:

how old do you think Bruce Wayne was before he started to grow grey? (alternatively, and because just thinking about it makes me laugh, do you think he eventually goes bald?)

bruce is #blessed with an ungodly head of hair and when it starts to go all salt-and-pepper it just makes him look hotter. the real question is, to you think he ever shaves it just to prove a point about how much better he looks than lex no matter what he does

Until The End of Time

fanfic writer: MaximumKillshot

Warnings: OK this is what I call, SUPER FLUFF… It is semi lethal at times… I figured that a Monday needs a little !Pregnant ReaderX!Daddy Dean love.

A/N: This is a concept that I came up with months ago and then I had A brain storm a few days ago and this beautiful rainbow popped out! Posted this Monday by request of @kawaiilivkitty. Enjoy the fluff!!

Originally posted by spn-spam

It was dark in the bunker. At least in this part… Dean was sleeping comfortably in his room when he felt something that he hasn’t felt in a while. He didn’t feel your familiar warmth next to him. When Dean rolled out of bed he wondered if you had gone to the bathroom or something, then he heard a dull thumping sound.

When Dean looked at the clock it was 4:00am. Dean went to see what was wrong. He grabbed his gun and slowly opened the door, his wedding ring shining slightly in the dim light of the hall.

Dean went to the bathroom to see if you were there and you weren’t. Then he checked the kitchen and you weren’t there either. He started to hear the thumping louder and louder until he saw the light from the firing range on. And the thumping was no longer thumping, it was preceded by what sounded like a bone being gnawed and Then a loud thwack!. It was repeated a few times.

Dean cautiously approached the door and flung it open to find you drawing a bow with an arrow already loaded and then releasing it at the target with deadly percision, going directly through the head for the now joining the other arrows from your quiver in the target. “I was waiting for you to get up, I got out the 100lb for you, if you wanna join” you said with a smile as you grabbed your tummy wincing a bit.

“ what’s wrong, are you in pain, did your water break? Is the baby ok?” asked Dean, holstering his weapon and practically running toward you.

“Nothing, nothing, the baby’s been using me as a punching bag for the last two hours is all” you said laughing, earning another kick from the baby directly to your lung.

Where’s the hotspot now?“” asked Dean as he knelt down and kissed your belly. Ever since the 7 month mark this baby’s been kicking up a storm. Marry laughed when you told her because Dean used to do that to her all of the time. Any time of day, any day of the week.

“Well last kick landed to my left lung, the one before that was the liver, but tonight she’s been favoring the intestines and bladder, which is oh so fun” you said sarcastically as the baby gave you another one right to the lower intestine.

“She’s gonna come out with boxing gloves” he said laughing as he felt around your upper belly, feeling the baby kick yet again. “Man she’s hitting hard! You craving anything, need me to go out and get something for you?” said Dean to your belly. He then put his ear up to listen to the belly. You’re about to pop so you can sometimes hear the baby sloshing around in there and even see a foot or a hand through your tummy.

Then Dean looked up at you with his emerald green eyes and shruged and said “I’m getting nothing baby”.

You started laughing at how cute Dean turning into a dad turned out to be. He was enjoying every minute of it. Even the kicks to The back or stomach that the baby gives him through your belly while he’s sleeping.

“Hey babe are your feet hurting? Your legs are getting swollen” stated Dean as he looked concerned at your swollen bare feet. They had been like this for the past few weeks, anymore than 15 minutes on them and they turn into Macy’s Day Floats. Well at least that’s what people tell you, you haven’t been able to see the damn things since month 5. You can’t even shave anymore, Dean has to do it. Which he doesn’t mind because he still thinks your sexy, gorgeous, and a complete badass. While you think that you look like a beached beluga whale.

“Hun?” asked Dean, bringing you back to reality. “Hmm, what was that babe, sorry I just zoned a bit” you responded. “Do your feet hurt?, they’re really swollen” said Dean now lightly touching your right ankle, which is turning the ever terrifying reddish blue with blood rushing to it.

“ a bit I guess, I’ve been distracted by your daughters impersonation of Layla Ali" you said chuckling. “Well let’s sit you down, you’ve been up for 2 hours, you hungry baby?” said Dean as he took the bow out of your hand and grabbed the quiver. “ no not really, the baby’s kicking my intestines and it makes me wanna puke a bit..” you said, now realizing how bad your feet actually do hurt.

Dean had to help you down the hall and to the entertainment room. This pregnancy has been hard on you. For starters you didn’t stop puking until about two weeks ago. The doctor said was because you were full of extra hormones and that if your mom was the same way, it’s most likely hereditary. 

As you sat on the couch, you felt the blood rushing back to your body and you let out an audible sigh. Dean then put out his arm so that you could lay on his chest and watch tv.

Dean had his hand laying on your belly monitoring the fully active baby in your womb and man was she kicking hard. It was to the point that you were wincing in pain so Dean got up and got you a pillow, then sat on the floor next to your belly and rolled your night shirt up so that your belly was exposed.

“Hey Jody, calm down baby girl, your giving your momma a lot of pain.” said Dean as he rubbed your belly. The baby kicked in return at exactly where Dean’s hand was, visibly lifting it. “I know your awake and I know that you want to come out to meet us but it’s gonna be a few more months, okay sweetheart?” Said Dean trying to sooth the baby as much as possible.The baby then reached out a hand just above Dean’s. 

You looked at Dean, already being such a dad and semi-negotiating with his daughter to relax and  you smiled. 

Dean looked up to you and said “what?”

“Nothing, you are just already so good with her” you replied.

“ Well believe it or not, Sammy used to kick up a storm at night specifically. I remember seeing my dad trying to negotiate with Sam. It never worked but when I asked to try, Sammy always listened to me. I’d rub my mom’s belly and talk to him about all of the games we were going to play when he got old enough, how many adventures we were going to have, how no one could separate us and how I’ll always protect him… It was almost like he knew that we’d have only each other at one point so he trusted me only.” Said Dean as he looked at your belly and the still active baby. You could see a tiny bit of worry in his eyes. 

 You grabbed Dean’s hand reassuringly saying “Well now this time around it’s not just going to be you and the baby, alone. We are a team. She has her mommy, daddy, Uncle Sam, and Uncle Cas to protect her. And tons of other angels looking out for her like her Uncle Bobby, Uncle Rufus, Uncle Kevin. Never worry about her turning out with your responsibilities or with you turning into your dad, we have an army to make sure that doesn’t happen Dean”.

The baby started to kick harder again, almost signaling to change the topic and Dean smiled, “Why are you still kicking up a storm Jody?” said Dean as he rubbed your belly again. 

“Dean she’s not gonna relax” you said as she kicked forcefully again and then Dean started to sing to her and you immediately realized the tune as you first dance as husband and wife with Dean, “Love Will Keep Us Alive” by The Eagles: 

click here for the song

“I was standing
All alone against the world outside
You were searching
For a place to hide
Lost and lonely
Now you’ve given me the will to survive
When we’re hungry, love will keep us alive”

Then you began to feel the baby relax a bit, still kicking but not as hard.

“Don’t you worry
Sometimes you’ve just gotta let it ride
The world is changing
Right before your eyes
Now I’ve found you
There’s no more emptiness inside
When we’re hungry, love will keep us alive”

You started to tear up as he gently rubbed your belly, lulling the baby to sleep with his smooth and calming voice.

“I would die for you
Climb the highest mountain
Baby, there’s nothing I wouldn’t do”

Dean’s other hand came up and wiped away your tears.

“I was standing
All alone against the world outside
You were searching
For a place to hide
Lost and lonely
Now you’ve given me the will to survive
When we’re hungry, love will keep us alive
When we’re hungry, love will keep us alive
When we’re hungry, love will keep us alive”

By the end of the song the baby way quieted down and you were trying your hardest to not fully burst out into tears and Dean whispered, “What’s wrong baby?”

You replied with “I could never find a better song to describe you, Dean Winchester. I love you so much”

Dean kissed you on the forehead and said “and I love the both of you, with all of my heart until the end of time”.

When you made a move to get up Dean stopped you and said “Nope don’t do that, the baby will get up with the vibration of your feet hitting the floor, I got you”.

Dean then picked you up bridal style and brought you back to bed and as he got into bed you whispered, “How did you know to sing?, Sammy?” 

Dean responded with “Nope, whenever you’re having a bad nightmare I sing to you to get you out of it. I figured what mommy likes, the baby’s gotta like too. If it’ll calm you, it’ll calm her”.

You then smiled up at your husband and he said “what?” with a little chuckle.

And you replied with, “I’m just wondering how I got so lucky”

“Funny, because that’s exactly what I think about you two everyday” Said Dean as he kissed you and guided you to your favorite spot to sleep, with your head resting right on his chest, where you can hear the heartbeat of the man that you love, and will continue to love until the end of time.

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BTS reacts to Shaving!

~Hi! This is my second BTS Reacts, and I’m very proud of it


He asks you to help him shave because he is in a rush and you shave much better than he does, especially in a rush. You take the shaving cream and lather it upon his face. You begin to carefully and accurately scrape the razor against his stubble. He goes to say something but you shush him, so he doesn’t mess up your shaving job. After you’re done, you wipe off the excess shaving cream. He looks at you as if you hung the stars in the sky. He kisses you on the forehead as thanks. “I love you, you know that right, (Y/N)?”

Originally posted by jjeonguk


While the small Hiatus from work, he had grown his stubble out a bit and it kept poking you anytime you two would kiss. “I’m Not kissing you, Seokjin, not until you shave your face. It hurts when we kiss.” You say, making his eyes widen. “But I can’t live without you, but I’m equally as lazy, will you shave me?” You nod and giggle. You hop up and start walking to your bathroom, singing “Shave me, Shave me” in the tune of Save me. You hear his contagious laughter from the family room, apparently having heard you. You walk back with his razor, cream, and a wash cloth. You straddle his hips and begin to put the shaving cream on his face. You shave all of his facial hair off, occasionally wiping the razor off on the cloth. After it’s all gone, you kiss him. “That’s so much better, Jagi.”

Originally posted by bwiseoks


Suga is half asleep as you cup his face to go in for a morning kiss. You feel his normal morning stubble. “Yoongi, You gotta get up and shave to get more kisses.” He grunts and shakes his head. “What If I shave your face for you?” You can tell he’s thinking about it and then nods. You go grab his shaving stuff. “Jagi, lay on your back,” you say, attempting to roll him over. He groans and finally turns onto his back. You straddle him and begin to apply the cream and shave his face. He grunts as you go over a place a couple of times. “Stop being so whiney,” You say and he opens his eyes to glare at you. You giggle and finish shaving him. He closes his eyes again and you roll your eyes. You lean down to kiss him, but when you start pulling away he grabs you and deepens your guys’ kiss as a thank you.

Originally posted by taesscripts


You’re sitting on the counter, Hoseok in between your legs. He didn’t want to shave his face but he was going to start filming for their comeback soon, and they have to have clean shaved faces. You decided to help him out, and so there you two were. You rubbed the shaving cream on his face and went to reach for his razor. When you finally got a hold of it, he kissed you, effectively coating some of your face in shaving cream. When he pulled back, he beamed as you glared at him. You put more on him and then he kissed you again. You were becoming frustrated with his playfulness. “I’m about as coated as you are, maybe even more.” You tried a third time. You successfully got through half his face before he pecked all over your face. You just sighed at him, and rolled your eyes.

Originally posted by hoseokb


“OW!” He yelled out in surprise. He wasn’t actually hurt, honestly. He was more surprised than anything. You see the blood and automatically start freaking out. You didn’t like the sight of blood anyway. You grabbed toilet paper and began trying to wipe the red liquid away, tears in your eyes, apologizing profusely. “Jimin, I-I’m so sorry. I Honestly didn’t mean to hurt you.” You feel a bit sick, from the sight of blood. “Jagi, You just surprised me is all, small cuts tend to bleed more.” He explains. “But I hurt you.” He wipes a tear away and kisses you softly. “I’m fine, Honest.”

Originally posted by sosjimin


Instead of you shaving him, He wanted to shave your legs because he’s so in love with your body. You guys are in the bathroom, sitting at the edge of your tub. You’re a bit nervous, afraid it might be awkward, but You did agree, plus you guys have been together for awhile now, you will be fine. He sits in the tub for better access to your leg. He lathers your leg up with Shaving cream and smiles. “Don’t worry, (Y/N) I never want to hurt you, only take care of you.” He begins to glide the razor across your leg effortlessly. After your one leg is done, he kisses your soft skin, looking up at you. “I love you and your body so much, I want to kiss every piece of you, You’re so beautiful…” He trails off kissing your thigh and then getting ready for the other leg.

Originally posted by bangtanroyalty


Jungkook agreed to your pleading of wanting to shave his face. He honestly had no idea on why you wanted to shave his face, but he reluctantly agreed. Now that you two were in the bathroom, you putting a razor to his face, he began to tense up, afraid to mess you up. He was hardly breathing, only taking breaths when you would be done with a stroke against his face. “Why are you so tense? Kookie, breathe please.” He nods silently. He then went back to hardly breathing. “Breathe, dammit!” You say, crossing your arms. “I’m just afraid of messing you up, have you ever shaved your face?” He asks. “No but I shave all the time, How do you think I have soft hairless legs?” “I don’t know! I don’t know how your body works!”

Originally posted by nnochu

I hope you enjoyed!!
RFA: MC  That Doesn’t Shave Her Legs

By: Admin Phae @p0tat0sacks

- He’s genuinely impressed
- ‘I kinda thought all girls shaved their legs.. but you have hairier legs than I do!’
I know, Yoosung, that’s why I don’t shave my legs; it grows back too fast. And also I’m lazy.
- He’d probably want to feel it (not in a weird way, in a more 'it looks soft’ kind of way)
- He would also be too shy™
- You’d pick up on it because he’d accidentally end up staring
- Yoosung are you okay?? You seem kinda out of it
'Yes! I’m fine! Definitely not thinking about touching your legs or anything!!’
- It’s amusing how fascinated he is, honestly
- If you ever did shave then he would also be just as fascinated
- Seeing as he never has, then he’d be interested in what it’s like and would probably be curious to watch (if you weren’t naked or anything- he’d die before that happens)

- She naturally doesn’t have much leg hair and if she ever did feel like it needed removing then she’d get it waxed
- But then there’s you
- She respects that you don’t care and finds it amusing that the reason you give is 'it’s warmer in the winter’
- At some point she suggested waxing if you couldn’t be bothered, but from the grimace she assumed you were fine as is
- One day she finds you shaving and she honestly wonders why
- You couldn’t be bothered any other day and she couldn’t recall any upcoming events
- Turns out you were just bored
- When you place your leg in front of her afterwards she happily compliments on how smooth it is

- Let’s be honest, he shaves his legs
- He also has a routine that he follows that involves skincare products that no one has ever heard of
- So when he sees your legs
- He’s surprised
- Of course he doesn’t mind
- But you can still see his mind working
- Eventually he suggests his idea and it’s certainly not quite what you expected
- ‘Hey, babe, could I shave your legs for you?’
- What’s the worst that could happen
- He literally dedicates an entire evening to it
- Regardless of how extra it is, your legs have never been so soft

- He never mentioned it
- Until one day when you curiously asked if he minded it
- ‘Mc, of course I don’t. I’ll love you regardless.’
- But he did wonder why you didn’t shave
- The explanation went fine until you joked: maybe I’ll grow it out as long as Elizabeth’s
‘Can body hair even grow that long?’
Jumin, it was a joke
- When you two were going to go out together one night you asked if he had anything you could shave with
- You ended up with the most unrealistically expensive razor he could find (in your opinion)
- Damn rich people

- The first thing he did when he noticed was try to see whose was longest
- Why does he do this
- He likes the fact that you don’t care
- He also likes rubbing his legs against yours when you’re close
- It was kind of strange at first but you learned to live with it (especially as it was a joke)
- When you finally decided to shave he asked if he could watch
- He even asked questions ???
- Afterwards he wouldn’t stop feeling how soft they were

[V and Saeran under the cut]

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This is how I came out to my dad. He was doing dishes and I decided to just blurt it out. It went like this.
Me: Dad I’m a bisexual I like girls and boys.
Dad: No shit Sherlock * carries on doing dishes*

When I got my first girlfriend he didn’t blink an eyelid.
When I brought my gay best friend round my dad greeted him with a loud “Hello gorgeous” and a kiss in the middle of the street
My dad got bored one night and let me dress him up
There’s a video of my dad singing about how he’s a little fairy come to do my make up
There’s a photo of my dad in a coconut bra and a wig

He always buys me the coolest make up and clothes, seriously the man has fantastic taste

My dad is an ex army, shaved head and tattooed muscle monster who terrifies everyone who looks at him yet he is the most accepting daddy ever and I adore him.

If you think my dad is awesome please reblog this so I can show him on his birthday. I want him to know the world knows how cool he is.

Happy Birthday // Im Jaebum

Originally posted by mintokkies

Pairing: Jaebum x Reader

Genre: Fluff // Romance

Summary; Jaebum treats you to a candle-lit dinner for your birthday - but that’s not all he has in mind.

Authors Note: I heavily suggest that you listen to Happy Birthday by Kim Jonghyun from SHINee while reading the part where Jaebum starts singing to you~ You can find it here!

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The KBTBB Guys as dads!

So finally done!! A special thanks to @flutterlovesvoltage for helping me out with the plot!😙😙😙😙 Ty Ty Ty soooo much!!!!!!😊😊And sorry for the last moment changes in the format.😅Hope this is enjoyable!


  • Constantly keeps on saying how undeserving he is to have such a cute little blessing in his life
  • Keeps on thanking God (something that he never did before)
  • Gets something new for the baby everyday
  • Is a HUGE fan of soft-toys
  • Aims at spoiling the baby rotten
  • “Eisuke not another soft-toy please!”
  • “No but this one’s different from the earlier one!” is what he says every time
  • Was going to book n Audi R8 for his baby
  • Hell no, Eisuke!
  • Smirks less since the baby arrived
  • Gives the baby all his time and attention and smiles a lot (genuinely)
  • Constantly receives ‘taunts’ from the other bidders.


  • Cried a lot the day the baby arrived
  • Scared to death when the baby opened their eyes
  • Bracing himself for hearing cries, since *he thinks* he’s scary
  • But the baby didn’t cry at all
  • Surprised Soryu. Says, “You’re just like your mum.”
  • Gave up carrying his precious gun for his baby.
  • Baby likes to pull at his set-back hair and get it down
  • Soryu doesn’t mind. Feels good.
  • Compares how small the baby’s hand is in front of his. Very adorable.
  • Totally a ‘Baby’s Dad’ 


  • Carries baby to his art studio and shows art pieces
  • Baby enjoys being on hiss shoulder and constantly babbles when they see his Blue Bird art as if saying “It’s pweeetty”
  • Ota tries teaching the baby how to paint
  • Baby smears all the paint on Ota’s nose and cheeks
  • Ota doesn’t protest at all
  • Loves to design cute clothes for the baby
  • Always tells the baby stories about him and mom and tells them how amazing mom is
  • *smiles*
  • Sometimes also puts paint on the baby’s cheeks
  • Gets scolded by his wife


  • Whenever the baby cries, Baba almost cries too.
  • Mc: *slaps forehead*
  • Baby always takes his fedora and throws it away
  • Baba picks it up without complaint and places it on the baby’s head
  • Too big!
  • Baby’s entire head goes into the hat.
  • Baba gets another small fedora for the baby
  • Aw so cute!
  • “My little partner in crime”
  • I don’t want the baby to follow your footsteps, master thief!
  • Baba gets disappointed when he hears this
  • Loves to take selfies with the baby and dress up the baby in cute outfits
  • Shows off his little treasure to the other bidders whenever he gets the opportunity
  • Ends up getting teased.


  • Perfectly knows how to cradle the baby and make them stop crying
  • Baby sometimes hides under his coat and they play hide-n-seek
  • Tried to find the baby’s collarbones
  • Failed
  • Dejected, but didn’t give up
  • “Aren’t my collarbones enough for you?!”
  • Oh, sorry….
  • Does everything for the baby- changes nappies, feeds food, and also plays peek-a-boo!
  • Likes to make the baby smile
  • “An ideal father” as stated by Eisuke
  • Baby likes to play with his stethoscope and sphygmomanometer
  • Luke likes to listen to his baby’s little heartbeats as they sleep in his arms

And lastly, Mamoru-😥

  • Hasn’t had a ‘decent’ sleep since the baby arrived(that’s what he thinks)
  • The baby pulls his hair and troubles him
  • Mamoru tries to sleep, but the baby won’t let him.
  • Baby likes to keep him awake and demand all his attention
  • Mc constantly snickers at this
  • Mamoru is Exasperated
  • “What did I ever do to you that you won’t let me sleep?”
  • Baby crawls and runs away whenever he tries to change nappies
  • In turn, lots of exercise for Mamoru
  • Finally catches the baby and changes their nappy
  • Says that he deserves a Nobel Prize for such hard work
  • Has to clean shave every day since the baby doesn’t like pokey-pokey tiny hair
  • Poor, poor Mamoru. So finally we have someone who’s ridding  him of his LAZINESS.
  • Is convinced that the baby ‘Wants revenge’
  • In spite of all this, he immensely loves his baby and is a proud daddy.

Save Me, Save Me

Character: Jungkook (BTS)
Word count: 973
Summary: Jungkook looks at his reflection in the mirror, wondering if he was really going to do this. Your humming reaches his ears and he thinks, “Yes, I’m a man now. This is something I have to do”  | #fluff #babysitter!au

Originally posted by jeonsshi

The silence was disrupted by a startled scream.

You dropped the half-peeled potato into the bucket, the peeler following after with a loud splash, before rushing upstairs. “Jungkook? What happened?” you called out, running to his bedroom first, to find only his littered toys and colouring books. “Jungkook?” There was a whimper that came from the bathroom, one that you chased.

It was there that you found Jungkook.

And it was so hard not to laugh.

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[request] but i can’t help (falling in love with you)

AUTHOR: ongniels (ali)
PAIRING: Ong Seongwoo/Kang Daniel
SUMMARY:  “I’m in love with you,” Seongwoo suddenly blurts out, snapping him out of his thoughts.

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back when I was a little kid, around six, still trying to figure out this ‘language’ thing I used to tell the same joke over and over again (’did you ever hear the story about the skunk? Nevermind, it stinks.’ Over and over.) or else tell nonsense jokes I just make up such as ‘the helicopter has no legs and is still shaving!’

my step-dad used to insist my family laugh at my gibberish no matter what, I would run over excited with some new joke I made up and he would tell everyone to laugh a lot, so I ended up growing up thinking I was hilarious

which did lead to some very charming home videos of me doing magic shows making fun of vegetarians and pretending to blow my nose on stuffed rabbits

Soft as a dove

Day three of enjoltaireweek2017 : Soft

Modern!AU, 607 words, pure, iindulgent fluff

Enjolras had four small beauty marks that drew a perfect straight line across his left cheek. From Grantaire’s point of view, it was immensely distracting. He has spent the last thirty minutes watching it, mentally tracing a line from one to the next, and wondering what Enjolras would think if he put a ruler to his cheek to be sure they lined up perfectly. Probably wonder if his boyfriend had been hit by a temporary fit of insanity.

Enjolras moved his head a bit, his eyes still glued to his paper, and a small curl escaped its precarious perch above the ear. Grantaire lazily extended his hand and pushed it aside, brushing the cheek at the same time. Enjolras turned his head towards him. His hair caught the light of the reading lamp, surrounding his face like a halo. Grantaire’s breath hitched up a bit at the sight, and he smiled.

- Your skin is so soft, he said, almost dreamily. Like you’re made of the finest silk. Of a bird’s most delicate fluff. Of a polished marble. Or maybe something that doesn’t have any equivalent, something only you have.

A few weeks ago, Enjolras would have protested at that speech, arguing that Grantaire was building him to be something, someone he wasn’t, and putting him on a pedestal he couldn’t get down. But now, he just smiled, and hummed as an answer. He took off his reading glasses and reached out towards Grantaire’s face. The artist turned his head to prevent the contact.

- Don’t. You’d hurt that delicate skin of yours.

- Grantaire, please, Enjolras said with a frown. You know…

Grantaire raised his hands, as if to stop any other attempt to touch him.

- No, seriously. I know you don’t like that joke but… really. My skin isn’t as smooth as yours.

- You won’t hurt me.

- I know. But it’s… not very pleasant, I know that too. And…

Enjolras took Grantaire’s hands in his, and lowered them, gently enough that the artist could resist it if he wanted. But he let him. Enjolras reached out to him again. He felt the stubble high on Grantaire’s cheek, the skin almost smooth on the cheekbone, then the small spots around the eye, and the little scar there, almost hidden by the dark curls. His fingers went down again, reached Grantaire’s mouth. His thumb stroked the lower lip, slightly chapped by his habit of biting it when he was nervous.

- Maybe your skin isn’t as smooth as mine, but I don’t care. It’s beautiful. You’re beautiful, with your scars and marks. You’re beautiful when you don’t shave, and when you do. You’re beautiful when you look at me, or when you paint, or when you read, or when you laugh and joke, and you smile. You don’t need to have skin like velvet for me to think that you’re the most beautiful person I’ve ever met.

- Do not tell me this, or I’m going to become as vain as Montparnasse, the artist answered with a small laugh that sounded incredibly close of a sob.

Very gently, Enjolras wiped the small tears at the corners of Grantaire’s eyes.

- I love you just like you are, he said simply, and bend over to kiss him.

Grantaire was very happy to kiss him back, and to drag him down until they were lying side by side. He stroked Enjolras’ hair, his fingers playing with the small curls escaping from the messy ponytail.

- If I compliment your hair, he asked jokingly, will you compliment me again ?

- As much as you want, love.