i'm confused cause i was pretty sure i hated his hair

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

Assholes, Insults, and Emotions

ask : 3,98 with Leo ?


3.“I’m not jealous.”

98. “Hold me back!”

I’m convinced this is one of the longest ones I’ve written for this blog.

is it a good one ? probably not, I’m been oUT of it lately lmao

warning : nez wrote this shit

Love and hate, two feelings, two emotions that are seemingly opposite, but are related more closely than anyone thinks. Leo grumbled under his breath, lounging across the couch in the Big House, tossing up a rubber band ball into the air. You, sat on the other couch, glared at the son of Hephaestus with a mixture of agony and hatred.

Leo stopped tossing the ball in the air, taking a sharp breath. Without changing his gaze from the ceiling, he spoke. “Is there something on me?” He asked passively, a hint of anger in his voice.

“Besides stupidity and arrogance? No. Nothing at all.” You fired quickly, and Leo balled up his fists, licks of flame spreading across his fingertips and knuckles, an action that would scare people, but to you it was nothing. Rolling your eyes at the action, you turned your gaze away.

“You’re the one who fucked up.” Leo responded, and you groaned in frustration, grasping the edge of the couch. A sharp glare was sent Leo’s way, and Leo rolled his eyes.

“Fuck you Valdez.” You shot back, and waited for Chiron to walk in so you could get your punishment and leave Leo’s presence. Balling up your fists, you watched as Chiron entered the room, ducking so he didn’t hit his head on the top of the door frame. You gritted your teeth. “Can we get this over with, I really don’t want to spend another second with this kid.” You grumbled, flicking your gaze towards the nonchalant repair boy.

“Kid? I’m older than you.” Leo commented, and you groaned in frustration once more. You turned towards him, your last nerve hanging dangerously off the edge of a cliff.

“By a few months, don’t flatter yourself.” You responded, and watched the amused look on Chiron’s face as you and Leo bickered. Groaning, you stood up, and looked straight into Chiron’s eyes. “I’ll do stable duty, okay? I’m leaving.” You proclaimed, taking heavy steps towards the door. Your fingers wrapped around the door handle.

“Of course you will. With Leo, as you will be doing everything together for the rest of the week.” You froze, your fingertips falling from the bronze door handle. You turned, looking at Leo’s position, which seemed to be frozen on the couch. In sync, both you and Leo scrambled to stop Chiron from leaving the room.

“Whoa whoa whoa, what?” Leo asked, his lanky arms spread out, in attempts to block Chiron from leaving. The hint of a smile spread across Chiron’s face, and he raised an eyebrow.

“You heard me.” Chiron smiled sweetly. A chill ran down your spine, and you looked up at him.

“Chiron, you can’t-” He cut you off, shooting you a stern look that quieted you quickly.

“I can, and I will. Have a nice week, I’d suggest you follow Leo’s schedule, it’s more laid back.” A scream wanted to escape your lips, and you both watched Chiron leave the room.

“There’s no way in hell I’m spending the whole week with you!” You both exclaimed in sync, and he glared at you, a sharp cold look in his eyes.

“If Chiron doesn’t see us together, he’s going to give us something worse. And trust me, I don’t think there’s anything worse than spending a whole week with you.” Leo spat, opening the door. Rolling your eyes, you passed by him, gritting your teeth. Grasping his shirt in your fist, you pulled him down, so that your noses were touching.

Your heart fluttered in your chest, a weird sensation you’ve never felt around Leo. You pushed the feeling back into the depths of your soul, and Leo’s breath hitched, as you began to speak. “Listen Valdez. I’m not happy, and I know for damn sure you aren’t happy either, so let’s come to an agreement where we get through this week, and we can live our lives without having to interact ever again.” You muttered, and Leo nodded, a glare sent your away again, but it wasn’t like the others.

“Deal. Now let go of me.” He mumbled, and you let go of his shirt, shoving him back a little. A hint of a smile spread across your face, and Leo looked at you, confused. “What are you so smiley for.” He asked, a clear blanket of attitude flowing over you.

“I can’t smile?” You shot back, and Leo groaned, rolling his eyes. “Wow, you’re really good at that.” You commented, and Leo gripped your upper arm, leading you away from the Big House.

“Let’s go. The less time I spend with you, the better.” He grumbled, and you scoffed. It was going to be a long week.

“Are you kidding me.” You grumbled beneath your breath. Almost at the top of the wall, you looked down, seeing Leo stuck on one of the poles, his face flushed red as people in the crowd snickered. You cursed loudly, grasping one of the edges, and flipping down to Leo’s level. “Grab my hand.” You called.

“For what, so you can drop me?” Leo asked, ears set aflame as the embarrassment settled into his bones. You gritted your teeth, looking at your hand once more.

“For once, could you get your head out of your ass, and accept my help?” You asked, causing him to turn red even more. Leo warily looked down at the spikes beneath him, a wonderful addition added by his little brother, Harley. “Fuck, Leo. I’m trying to help you, get it through your thick ass skull!” You shouted at him, and he looked up at you.

“Fine!” He shouted back at you, and you grasped his forearm, as the pole disappeared. His weight nearly pulled you over, but holding your ground, you tugged Leo back onto the ledge, a yelp escaping his lips. He sat, his back against the base of the wall. “Thanks.” He muttered ungratefully.

“Fuck you.” You muttered, before climbing up back to where you were, which was higher than where you were. At the top, you sighed, sitting on the edge of the wall in triumph.

“Oh please. Don’t look too accomplished.” Leo pulled himself onto the top several minutes later, and you resisted the urge of drop kicking the fiery Latino off of the top into the spikes below.

“Choke.” You muttered simply, dropping down safely to the ground, leaving Leo up on top of the wall. Chatting with your friends, and actually looking happy, it stirred something in Leo’s heart. Maybe he did-no. He smacked the side of his head a few times.

“C'mon Valdez, I know you died but you aren’t that dumb.” Leo muttered to himself, grumbling as he made his way down the wall. He approached you and your friends, and you glared at your friend as she giggled when Leo forced himself into the conversation. “I’d hate to break this up, actually. No I don’t. Come on Y/N, we have to go to the next thing on your schedule.” Leo spoke, and you gritted your teeth, leading the Latino away from your friends.

You stopped him, gripping his shirt in your fist. “Listen Valdez-” You grumbled, making his eye focus on you. “- I’m this close-” You pinched your thumb and forefinger together, barely leaving any space between them. “- to shoving you into a cage and leaving you there until the week is up.” You threatened, a hard undertone in your voice.

Leo laughed, pushing your hand away. “What is that supposed to scare me?” He asked, and you glared at him, clenching your fist.

“No, but me popping your pretty little teeth out should-”

“L/N!” Chiron warned, and you unclenched your fist, ducking your head. A laugh escaped Leo’s lips, and you glared at him.

“Sorry Chiron.” You muttered, before stomping off, away from Leo.

You’ve had enough. Getting away from Leo for a while, as your feelings swam a lot, and weren’t clear when you were around him. “Hey, where are you going?” A strong hand grasped your arm, and you stopped, looking into the deep blue eyes of Beau, a son of Aphrodite.

Smiling softly, a blush spread across your face. “Big House. Have to complain to Chiron about him sticking me with Leo all week.” You groaned slightly, and Beau laughed, a light and musical sound, before he brushed a strand of your hair behind your ear.

“You’re cute when you get frustrated.” He laughed, and you blushed harder, laughing nervously. Ducking your head, you laughed, and Beau picked up your head, holding your chin in his hand.

What you didn’t know, was that Leo was frozen, a few dozen feet away, watching the scene go down. He tensed, a bad feeling in his stomach, his heart and mind in a whirl. “Leo?” He flinched, as Percy rested a hand on his shoulder.

“Oh, hi Percy.” Leo said, and Percy raised an eyebrow, following his gaze. It registered in his brain, and Percy laughed. Leo looked up at the son of Poseidon, confused. “What?” He asked.

“I didn’t think you’d get feelings for Y/N.” Percy laughed, and Leo turned bright red.

“What- I don’t !” Leo sputtered, and Percy tried hard not to laugh again.

“Come on dude, you’re so jealous right now.” Percy teased, and Leo’s ears and nose set aflame in embarrassment.

“I’m not jealous-” The words escaped his lips louder and higher than he expected them to, and he clamped a hand over his mouth.

“Sure you aren’t. Just, go talk to her-” Percy gestured to you and Leo looked up at his close friend.

“Wow, you’re good at advice.” Leo said sarcastically, and he watched as Beau got a little bit more touchy with you. His fists set aflame, white flames enveloping his fingertips at a rapid rate.

Leo watched as you tried pushing Beau away, but he didn’t stop. Leo tensed, and spoke lowly. “Hold me back.” Leo growled, and Percy gripped his arm, looking at his friend.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” Percy asked, and the look Leo sent him gave Percy the answer he wanted. A smirk spread across his face, and Percy let him go. “Go get ‘em, tiger.” Percy patted his friends shoulder, and that was enough to send Leo off.

Leo quickly stomped up, stepping in between you and Beau, shielding you with his own body. “She said back up, asshole. Stop touching her.” Leo spat, and you cocked your head, your heart racing in your chest.

“Leo?” You questioned. Before you could keep talking, Beau cut you off.

“Leo Valdez. Didn’t you hear? Y/N doesn’t like you, also what are you gonna do? Build a machine to hurt me?” Beau teased, and you clenched your first. You were the only one who could mess around with Leo, nobody else could-

Leo smiled up at Beau, and he held his hands out. “¿Izquierda o derecha?” He asked, gesturing to his left and right hand as he spoke. Confused, Beau cocked his head. “You took too long.” Leo spoke, before hitting Beau with a right hook. You backed up, shocked, but smiling slightly. Beau was on the ground, groaning, and Leo pumped his fist slightly, before cursing in Spanish and shaking out his hand.

“You little-” Before Beau got in Leo’s face, you got in between the two boys, pressing your back against Leo’s chest, and holding your hands out in front of you to deter Beau away.

“Go to the infirmary, Beau. Your face is burnt, and you aren’t touching Leo.” You growled slightly, a protective edge in your voice. Leo wrapped his arms around your waist, something that felt normal and comfortable to you. Leo instinctively rested his chin on your shoulder, and beyond your knowledge, he stuck his tongue out teasingly at the son of Aphrodite. Grumbling, Beau walked off, and Leo and you stayed like that for a while.

Realization settled into the both of you, and you both screamed, ripping away from each other’s grasp. “WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT?!” You screamed.

“I DON’T KNOW!!” Leo yelled back at you, running a shaky hand through his curls.

“WHY DID WE DO THAT?!” You screamed again, and Leo looked at you, both of you clearly distraught.

“¿NO LO SÉ? ¡SANTO HADES NO SÉ POR QUE HICE ESTO!?” Leo shouted back at you, and you both looked at each other, an awkward silence falling over both of you.

“Do you think-” You stopped, your voice dying in your throat. Your face flushed red, and a voice screamed in your head.

“Maybe we could-” Leo stopped too, rubbing the back of his neck, watching the sky awkwardly. Butterflies raged war in your stomach, and you looked up at the fiery Latino.

“I’m sorry?” You apologized, but as you were confused, you didn’t know what exactly you were apologizing for. Leo laughed, but let it die inside his throat.

“Why are we being so awkward?” He asked, and you shrugged, as he took his hands in yours. An electric shock ran through your fingertips, and you smiled up at him.

“Do you wanna try this?” You both said in sync, and burst into nervous and genuine laugher right after. Still laughing, you pushed Leo’s curls out of his eyes.

“Yeah?” You asked, nodding your head slightly. A soft smile spread across Leo’s face, as he laced his fingers with yours.

“Yeah.” He replied, and you smiled at your intertwined hands.

Love, you’ve concluded, is a weird thing, but there’s no way to make it normal. You just have to let it happen, or else it isn’t really love.

// the fucking ending lmao kill me //

// also if u don’t know Spanish, the first thing Leo says is 'Left or right?’, and the second thing he says is 'I don’t know! Holy Hades I don’t know why we did that!!“ //

- nez

thatoneyoulove  asked:

Idk where you want requests... Sorry, here goes: I thought you were my best friend so I jumped on you, but it turns out your just a really famous singer trying to get some shopping done without being noticed. Sorry? Or I'm a cop and you hate it, cause you're always worrying about me, but I love that I get to help people, and we try to work it out. Fluffy and worrying. Idk, those were bad, I'm sorry! But love your writing!!! And thank you, sorry if this is the wrong place.

A/N Thank you so much for your requests!! They are both awesome! This is exactly where they should be sent. I decided to go with the first one but may revisit the other at a later date because it seems pretty cool. Thank you for reading my stuff, I hope you enjoy this!


Thirty minutes late. I sighed, pulling out my phone and verifying the time. I should be used to this by now but it was still frustrating. It sucked to be always on time, to stress about punctuality, and then get rewarded for my promptness by waiting for everyone else to arrive. My best friend, Oliver, was the worst offender. Knowing him he’d found some hot guy on his way into the store and was currently chatting up his latest conquest, oblivious to the fact that I was haunting the home goods store, circling the aisles in a random pattern and avoiding the workers.

“Where are you?” I texted him, considering 30 minutes enough time waiting to not be considered a nag. And really, to be fair (to me), it was 45 minutes. Like the neurotic freak I am, I had arrived 15 minutes early. The sales people in the store probably thought I was nuts.

I did another circle of the lighting department, staring at the ornate lamps on display and fingering the delicate tassels on the shades. There was a blue Victorian inspired one I was especially fond of. I was ogling the intricate embroidery on it when I finally spotted him. His back was to me but I recognized his slim build with surprisingly broad shoulders. His dark hair was covered by a baseball cap.

Sneaking up behind him, I put my hands on his shoulders and jumped on his back. “Finally!” I said, “I’ve been waiting for you for ages.”

“What the fuck?” I instantly went stiff, sliding down his back and stepping away, my eyes growing wide. Fuck! Oliver didn’t have an Irish accent.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorr…” I started to apologize, absolutely mortified. The words died on my lips as my poor accosted stranger turned and I was confronted by the bluest eyes I have ever seen. His forehead was creased as he looked at me, obviously annoyed by my assault. He was fidgeting irritably with a phone and water bottle in his hands, shifting them from one to the other as he took a deep breath.

“Look, I woulda taken a picture with ya. You didn’t need to jump on me.”

“I’m sorry?” I asked, confused. A picture?

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Misery Loves Company

Fandom: VLD

Words: 1128

Pairing: Mateith (Matt x Keith)

G. Sickfic.


The sneeze is brutal, even if he’s been expecting it for some time. The annoying, tingly sensation on the back of his throat had been a dead giveaway, as well as the itching inside his nose. Matt felt the bastard coming long before it happens.

But even prepared for it, it takes him by surprise.

And God, he hates it.

His temples throb, his throat hurts, and his nose is dripping. Disgusted, he promptly dabs at it with his too abused tissue, thinking that he needs to change it soon. It’s so wet, it’s almost useless.

The sniffing noise he makes then is rather pathetic, if he’s being honest with himself.

“Bless you,” Keith says at his side, voice nasal.

“Thanks,” Matt grumbles, sniffing again. “I hate being sick,” he moans, discarding the sodden tissue and extracting a new one from the box they’ve been sharing.

He blows his nose and relishes the brief moment in which he’s able to feel fresh air entering through his nostrils. It’s over before he can actually enjoy it, though, and he scowls to show the world his misery.

“I know,” Keith says drily, but the tone lacks his usual grumpiness.

In fact, he’s smiling, and Matt thinks he looks beautiful even with a red nose and sunken gray-blue eyes.

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✿ #WYD 2/7 | Bobby

gif cre: @jiwontrash

Just a super short drabble because i didn’t have much time and it’s a little rushed but i thought i might post it anyway. I might write a longer one for the other scene for Bobby. - Moyo

“If i get this into the hoop…then…” Bobby was playing around with the basketball with some time now, all while you were sitting in the corner, trying to read a book for class but failed miserably. Why had you thought doing homework while Bobby was doing that with his eyes and face and smile anyway?  

“You won’t get it in, you’ve been trying for the 5th time already.” You chuckled a bit at his failed attempts to get dinner from you.

“This time I will! Because if I get it in in the first try—I’ll hug you.” Bobby beamed at you with a sly smile which caused your heart to make a flip. You bit your lips, suppressing a flustered smile but you couldn’t help the light shade of pink across your face.  

“You won’t get a hug because you won’t get it in.” You stuck out your tongue, in hope you could overact your actual feelings. You really, really wanted him to get it in this time but he was so bad at this game, why was he playing it in the first place–

“Got it!” Bobby suddenly sprinted towards you and lifted you up, catching you by surprise. You were holding onto him tightly, afraid he might let you fall while he was spinning you around like crazy.

“Are you stupid??” You punched him a few times after he had let you down.  

“What?” He asked innocently, “You said I could hug you if could get it in. And that’s what I did.”

“Why? Do you like to hug me this much?" 

You weren’t really sure what kind of relationship you and Bobby shared yet. It used to be friends, however now… the term didn’t quite fit thanks to things like these he always pulled on you. It really wasn’t helping the confusion in your heart and mind at all.  

"Maybe?” He played with your fingers and you were pretty sure he knew just how crazy that made you. His hands were so warm and gentle, it felt like he sent a bunch of electricity waves over you entire body when they connected with yours.

Your automatically pushed him away, “I don’t like hugging you at all, though.”  

“Really?” He pulled you back, “I will change your mind.” A wide grin was plastered on his face and how much you hated it when he smiled like that. It only ended up in a disaster for you since you tried your hardest to not die from a heart-attack or something. What were the doctors tell your parents anyway?

I’m sorry Mrs. And Mr. Y/N, your daughter died from a racing heartbeat because she was so in love with her friend Kim Jiwon.  

You shook your head with a sigh. “Good luck.” If he just knew how much you actually liked his hugs and proximity.  

“By the way… you have there something,” He pointed at your cheek before you wiped over your face. “Not there, here.” Bobby came closer and this time you would definitely miss it again whatever it was because you couldn’t quite think straight when he was this close and you could smell his scent. 

He sighed, “Not there–”

“Well, if you’d be so kind and make it go away then–”

Now you really had something on your cheek. And it definitely weren’t the crumbles of the cookies you had earlier because you had never really learned to eat like a well-mannered lady. It was something soft and sweet and it lasted for a millisecond before you could even realize that Kim Jiwon had just kissed you on the cheek.  

“There too.” Bobby came closer again; you were still kinda frozen from the little kiss and then he actually kissed you… on the mouth. Lips on lips. Breath on breath. You were sharing the same air.  

He wanted to pull away too soon, however you were quick enough to wrap your hands around his neck and wow just a minute ago you couldn’t even react but it was like your body was working on it own. At least your heart seemed to support your body with more blood, rapidly beating in your chest.  

Bobby’s hands were holding your head so delicately, his fingers playing with the messy strands of hair as he seemed to pull you even closer, the kisses turning gentle and slow.  

You pulled away with heavy breathes. “Told ya.”


Bobby snickered as he interlocked your fingers, “That I would change your mind. You seemed to enjoy It quite a lot.”  

“Shut up.”  

I'm in love | Young Sirius Black

~This was requested~ this isn’t great tbh, but the plot is, Sirius falling for a Slytherin but being confused as to why she isn’t the stereotypical, also I’m doing this on my phone and I fucking hate this app —————————————- The common room was quiet, the only sound coming from the crackling fire in the corner. Sirius Black sat alone in an arm chair playing with his hands. With a perplexed look upon his face he sighed loudly. He couldn’t understand how. How someone like you, a Slytherin could be so..well like him. He tried to tell himself over and over that he’d get over it and that if you were sorted into Slytherin there must be a hidden snake in there somewhere. But he couldn’t find it, he couldn’t find not one single default. He remembered the first time you both met and how you were the first girl to make his cheeks turn red and it was the first time he felt this unfamiliar fluttering feeling in his stomach when you said his name. He was incredibly smitten. It had now been 3 weeks since your first encounter and you had started to hang out more and more. Mainly because Sirius was so curious. He was digging to find something that would put him off, but again there was nothing. He now found himself looking for you in big crowds, smiling when he caught eye contact with you and blushing whenever his friends would ask him who he was smiling at. If felt as though he had been sat in front of this fire for hours and as he downed his last drink he heard the door leading to the boys dorm open. In walked Remus and James, looking just as confused as Sirius. “Alright mate, what’s going on” James spoke first, smoothing down his messy hair and pushing his glasses further up his nose. “Nothing, nothing’s going on” Sirius sighs running his hand through his own dark locks. “Hm, nothing’s going on or nothings not going on?” James cockes an eyebrow causing Remus to look at him confused. “I’m pretty sure that made no sense. Sirius we’re here for you..you know that. And that’s why we’re going to get this out of you one way or another” Remus says sitting down crosslegged on the carpet in front of Sirius. “I think I’m in love” Sirius suddenly bursts out causing the two boys In front of him to look back shocked. “Fuck” James and Remus say at the same time. This was the first time they had heard these words come out of Sirius mouth and they were surprised to say the least. “I knew it. I fucking knew it” James says breaking into a beaming smile. “Guys” Sirius sighs rolling his eyes. “You have to tell her” Remus says now standing up. “You have to tell her right now” he adds. “What!? No! I can’t” Sirius exclaims but before he has time to react James and Remus are sharing the same smirk and in a matter of seconds Sirius is being lifted into the air by his two bestfriends. Remus has his legs and James has his arms. Sirius, flailing his arms and trying to protest, was soon dumped on the ground at your feet (they knew that it was your turn to patrol the halls) “Sirius?” You smirk as his two friends run off. “Hey (y/n)..” He starts as he scratches the back of his neck.

Originally posted by your-harry-potter-imagines

Trial by Fire #31

Chapter 30: Egress

  • A way out or exit

summary: When a series of fires unsettles the city of Magnolia, Detective Lucy Heartfilia unwittingly reignites a war between old rivals. But when she finds herself drawn to one of her suspects, the lines between right and wrong begin to blur.

A/N: Man you guys made me feel like I was taunting you guys with something. Hahahaha, no but for real this time. This and the next chapter are my favorites. This one in particular was very special :D

Rating: M No NSFW in this chapter

read: part I | part II | part III | part IV | part V | part VI | part VII | part VIII | part IX | part X | part XI | part XII | part XIII | part XIV | part XV | part XVI | part XVII | part XVIII | part XVIIII | part XX | part XXI | part XXII | part XXIII | part XXIIII | part XXV | part XXVI | part XXVII | part XXVIII | part XXVIIII | part XXX | on ff.net | all parts


The ceiling was stark white – almost blinding when Gray opened his eyes. A low buzz, followed by a rhythmic beeping drove small daggers behind his eyes.  He groaned, unwittingly catching the attention of the woman sitting vigil by his bedside.  

Ocean blue eyes, curls that cascaded like the waves of the sea, and pale skin that gleamed like porcelain. Only now the hair was tangled in messy knots, those deep eyes were partially closed, and her skin, under her eyelids was bruised with dark circles.

“Juvia..?” He winced over the harsh rasp in his voice, neglected from disuse.  How long had he been out for?

Long enough by the looks of how haggard Juvia was.

Guilt surged in his heart, but it also lifted at the sight of her.  She was a welcome sight to his sore eyes.  Practically an angel coming from the dark clouds of smoke that had dropped heavy around him.  He would have thought he were in heaven had Juvia not looked so upset.

The sound of him stirring had sent a bolt of electricity shooting through Juvia and she scrambled forward, nearly toppling off her chair.

Gray choked back a laugh, his shoulders shaking with mirth at her exuberance.  At least he did until a sharp pain ran up his side, crashing him down to reality fast. It set in with blinding speed, and he bit back a groan of pain.

“Gray! Juvia was so worried,” She fluttered over to his side. Tears welled in her eyes as fat drops fell from her lashes onto his cheek.

His heart thudded at the side, not even worried about the drops landing on his face, “H-Hey now. Don’t cry, I’m fine!”

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anonymous asked:

Hiya! I'm a Hellenic Polytheist but I'm pretty much on the fringes of the community so I've been getting little snippets of the "Kemetics hate their gods" BS. While I think certain people are sticking their noses where they don't belong, the attitude towards the Kemetic Gods kind of baffles me? Do you mind explaining it to me, or directing me to a post/info-thingy so I might understand it better? Sorry if I'm being disrepectful/rude!

No worries, it’s not rude to ask questions if you’re genuinely curious :>

I’m not sure what exactly about our behaviour is baffling, so if you want to send me another ask to clarify that (if I don’t address it in this response), feel free to and I can expand upon that point specifically. I am not entirely well versed in Hellenic practices, so it doesn’t give me the best point of reference to see why it might be confusing.

So that being said, here’s a primer on how the whole god thing works in our pantheon.

FIrst off, it’s important to emphasize that there isn’t a unified Kemetic way of building relationships with the gods. There are some things that I do that other Kemetics would never do, and vice versa. Some Kemetics are incredibly formal and proper with their gods. Some Kemetics are not. Our community and it’s methods with the gods truly runs the gamut, and all of these methods are completely valid.

This is probably because the relationships in antiquity ran the gamut, too. On one level you’ve got the more formal writings about the gods, which are all about praising the gods, telling them how awesome they are, and more or less fluffing their feathers.

But on the flip side, you’ve got other texts and heka (magic, basically) pieces that show humans threatening the gods, claiming to be a god during certain rites, getting mad at them, etc.

And you’ve got stuff in between that that is all very lovey dovey and “I think the NTRW are awesome”, or other stuff that is like “why do you hate me gods, here are some offerings please stop making my life shit”.

It literally runs the full breadth of emotions and possibilities.

Furthermore, our religion doesn’t have a concept of hubris in it. Some may say that this is covered by ma’at, but it’s not explicitly so (ma’at is the core tenet of our faith, which is often defined as justice, truth, or more commonly by practitioners- balance). So there is nothing saying that you can’t threaten gods (as was done in antiquity), or get mad at them, etc. The only risk you run is that the gods will get mad at you and smite you. It’s a case of “get mad and threaten at your own risk”, which is pretty fair, imo.

For a more modern context, I think that most Kemetics treat the NTRW like family. Ofc, like I said above, there isn’t a unified way of viewing the gods, but I think that family is the most common. And just like with your human family, you can love them to bits and pieces, while still wanting to punch them from time to time. I think in many ways, the NTRW are very humanistic towards us, and so we often engage with them on a similar level as we would other humans. There isn’t a huge “thing” from our pantheon to enforce how small or insignificant humans are to the gods. If anything, the gods seem to push us to better ourselves (it’s part of ma’at), and treat us more like kids or siblings, etc. than anything else.

Perhaps other pantheons are more distant, or maybe other gods really like to emphasize that humans are tiny in comparison, but our gods don’t act like that on the by and large. Our gods seem to be more interested in finding common ground and supporting one another than anything else, which brings me back to that family metaphor above. And just like with family, sometimes it seems like everyone is at each other’s throats, or that the siblings must hate one another because they keep pulling each other’s hair or making horribad jokes at one another. But when push comes to shove, everyone comes together because deep down there is love between everyone even if it isn’t blatantly apparent.

I’m not sure if this helps at all? I know that a lot of people think our practices look weird, or childish, or “not serious enough”, but just because it might look that way to the passer by doesn’t mean that that’s the core of the experience. In many ways, Kemetics are very passionate about their gods, and that’s probably why so many of us are so riled up that the NTRW aren’t really fulfilling the duties that they’re supposed to (basing this off of two things: sources from antiquity, because the gods were supposed to do certain things as part of their job/role as gods, and second thing being: contracts. if you sign a contract, you’re supposed to uphold it. If a human can’t weasel out of the contract without repercussions, a god shouldn’t be able to, either).

While it may not seem so on the surface, I am passionate about helping our community, and helping the gods. Yeah, that means that I want to “force” them to fix their shit (pulling this because it’s what solo cited) in the same way that the gods forced me to fix mine. I want everyone to prosper, gods included. ANd we can’t do that if they’re not improving themselves and adapting to the modern times, too. I feel partially to blame, given that I helped to form the influx of devotees and new adherents which may have caused some of the issues that are playing out on the NTRW’s end, and I want to help as much as possible.

But at the same time, it’s really hard to ignore that my god couldn’t uphold his end of our contract. And it’s been really frustrating being caught in limbo because he seriously doesn’t have the resources to do anything. It’s not about being billy badass and showing the gods what’s what. It’s more like being caught in bad circumstances, and having very strong emotions about everything that’s going on. And it’s really frustrating to be talking with other members of your community, trying to hammer our ideas, and having it all derailed by people who don’t know our practices, and who seem intent on misrepresenting to us for reasons I don’t really understand.

So, uh, yeah. Have a novel, I guess? Hopefully it helps a little bit?