sight of interest


According to the laws of physics, a planet in the shape of a doughnut (toroid) could exist Physicists say that such a planet would have very short nights and days, and arid outer equator, twilight polar regions, moons in strange orbits and regions with different gravity and seasons.

Truth or truth?

1. Are you good at apologizing?
2. Do you prefer your looks or personality?
3. Are you confident?
4. What are you most confident about yourself?
5. Name a few songs that reminds you of someone, and who it remind you of.
6. What is your favourite colour combination?
7. Define your “aesthetic”.
8. What is sex to you?
9. Do you have any kinks? What are they?
10. What are some of your biggest pet peeves?
11. What’s something that automatically turns you off of other people?
12. What song always makes you sad/emotional?
13. How many people have you dated? How many of them do you still have feelings for?
14. How are you with moving on?
15. What’s a philosophy you agree with, but fail to live by?
16. What’s something you don’t like about yourself?
17. What’s something positive happening in your life right now?
18. Are you truly able to admit your faults in relationships to yourself?
19. Is it important to you to be a good person?
20. Are you a good person?
21. How could you become a better person?
22. Would/have you ever pierced your genitalia?
23. Have you ever been in love? If so, with how many people?
24. Do you believe in love at first sight?
25. Which social science interests you more; psychology (how the mind effects a person), sociology (how society affects a people) or anthropology (learning about culture)? Why?
26. Have you ever orgasmed?
27. Have you ever made someone else orgasm?
28. During sexual interaction, what is the most important thing to you?
29. Are you comfortable being sexual with lots of people?
30. How do you usually get people to be interested in terms of romantic relationships? And sexual relationships? And platonic relationships?
31. What’s your favourite song to sing a long to?
32. What’s some “embarrassing” music you listen to?
33. What are you most snobby/pretentious about?
34. How do you express sad emotions? And happy emotions?
35. Do you use Skype? Facetime?
36. How do you feel about phone calls?
37. How do you feel about texting?
38. What are your thoughts on LDRs?
39. Have you ever cried over a piece of visual art? What was it of? Why do you think it made you cry?
40. When and why was the last time you cried?
41. What’s something you love that you never do anymore? Why don’t you do it?
42. Are you afraid to die?
43. If there were no limits; who and what would you be?
44. Are you more likely to be sub or dom during sex?
45. Describe your fashion sense.
46. Do you have stage fright?
47. Did/do you ever put your hand up in class?
48. Are you more of an open or closed person?
49. What’s the worst thing that ever happened to you? And the best?
50. Are you a theist? (Not necessarily in the way of “guy in the sky”, maybe just believing in any higher power)
51. What are your top three places you’d like to travel and why?
52. What’s something you thought would be really scary/bad, but was actually fine when it happened/you did it?
53. When you sleep at friends houses, how often do you sleep in their bed?
54. Can you sleep facing someone?
55. Do you ever get in slumps? If so; how often, and how long do they usually last for?
56. Do you like being alone?
57. Are you social?
58. How do you feel about parties?
59. Have you ever hosted a party? How did it go?
60. What question(s) do you love to ask people?
61. What question(s) do you love being asked?
62. Are you confrontational? Does it make you uncomfortable when others are?

Send me in two numbers, 1-62, and I’ll answer one!!

Bts reacting to you waking them up

Summary: Waking them up in a sexual way

Members: Hyung line

A/n: maknae line soon



You’d wake up in the warmth of your boyfriend’s arms but then it would suddenly disappear when he decided to roll away from you. Looking over at him, lips slightly parted and on his back, automatically made you come up with a grand idea. You crawled underneath the blanket and found yourself between Jins legs. Giving small licks to his length and lightly dragging your fingers up and down his thighs, Jin finally let out a groan.

“I’m worn out from last night.”

His choice of words let you know that you were in control.


You had showed up at his apartment and you were met with an interesting sight. Jhope was laying naked in the middle of his bed with all the blankets on the floor. He was panting slightly and his skin was flushed. As your eyes traveled down his body you were met with his morning wood. You walked over to the bed and sat next to his side. You then slowly started stroking him. Jhope didn’t wake up until you lips wrapped around his tip.

“Y/n! Keep going baby girl,” he’d moan still stuck on his dream.


Suga had fell asleep sitting up with a bunch of crumbled papers around him and it didn’t surprised you one bit as you walked into his bedroom. He was propped up against a bunch of pillows. Deciding to mess with him a little, you pulled off your jean shorts and carefully straddled him. You weren’t worried about him waking up, because whenever you found him like this he wouldn’t wake up even if you blew a horn in his ear. Once you were comfortably on his lap, you slowly started to grind down onto him. Sooner or later you were chasing your high and you hadn’t noticed that his hands were on your waist. Once you came down from your high he looked at you and smirked.

“You’re going to wake me up like this and only get yourself off?”

Rap monster:

Namjoon had fallen asleep during the movie while you guys were celebrating your anniversary. You looked over at him and scoffed. Looking back up at the screen, you noticed that it was a sex scene which made you a little flustered. You wish namjoon was awake so he could drag you upstairs and have his way with you. You didn’t want anything vanilla, so you decided to break one of his rules. You slipped your hand down his sweatpants and slowly pumped his length.

“Over the coffee table, princess. I told you not to break my rules”

°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°• Requests are open

So I had a dream this morning that gave some really interesting sights and i had to doodle them down quickly before i forgot

So I was at this store, pondering over the merch when!! I saw a bunch of Jasper based toy merch on the shelves - the ones that stood out to me were the Funko based ones and I’ve drawn them exactly as i saw them in the dream.

One of them was the usual variant and the other was exclusive to the store?? The exclusive was what looked like Jasper in a swim suit outfit i guess and she was supposed to be waterproof, very soft and squeezy kinda like a bath toy?

I’d buy those Jaspers honestly


based on this post


A/N: I’ve been working on this one for like three days cause my creative juices just weren’t flowing. I’m still not happy with it but ho hum i got a shit ton of requests to do so  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯


“Are you wearing contacts or are your eyes that mesmerizing”

That was the thought that popped into your head as soon as you saw the cute blonde sitting next to you in biology. You were dragged out of your thoughts when you felt a searing sensation on your left wrist. The words “ Shit! She’s cute and her hair smells nice, think of something funny”. You looked oddly at the text before taking a whiff of your hair, you kne using that new shampoo was a win. At that moment the cute boy next to you spoke up.

“They aren’t contacts by the way” 

You stared at the boy next to you as he awkwardly shuffled. You’d only heard stories of people meeting their soulmates. With the hustle and bustle of university life you had but the prospect of meeting your soulmate to the back of your mind. But here you are sitting right next to your soulmate struggling to find the words to say.

“Oh and sorry for sniffing your hair, I’m Yoosung by the way”


“Oh my god those are the cutest cat socks I’ve ever seen”

You were intently listening to Jumin’s business proposal carefully making notes on what he was saying while occasionally getting distracted by smooth voice (widely known fact: jumin’s voice is like butter). You happened to drop your pen, in the process of picking it up you caught sight of his interesting choice of socks.

“Oh my god those are the cutest cat socks I’ve ever seen” you thought to yourself. Who would have guessed the “cold hearted heir to C&R” was into cats?

You were brought out of your thoughts as you heard a deep cough. 

“If you like the socks so much I’ll be happy to get you a pair of your own”

You froze. Your mind still comprehending what you had just heard. Before you could stop it you blurted out the first thing that came to your mind.



“Who the fuck needs that much Phd.Pepper, boi you gon get diabetes”

You and your friends were on a midnight snack run in your pajamas. You were currently at lodged in the shopping cart grabbing every sugary item you could off the shelves. Mina was pushing the cart while Jisoo was abusing the free refill rule at the slushie machine. As you turned the corner to the drinks aisle you caught a glimpse of a guy shovelling six packs of Phd.Pepper into his cart

“Who the fuck needs that much Phd.Pepper, boi you gon get diabetes” you mused. Mina parked the cart next to the guy and went to grab pizza, making you in charge of the drinks.

“That’s pretty rich coming from the person literally sitting in a cart of junk food” you gaped at his statement. You were 99.9% sure you didn’t say that out loud.

“But since your pajamas are exceptionally cut i’ll let it slide” he laughed observing your pikachu onesie.

“Fuck, typical, the time I meet my soulmate I’m in my onsie about to eat me fucking weight in snacks” you muttered lowering your head in embarrassment.

“Hi..I’m Saeyoung, your future husband”

“Is that how you greet all the girls?” you chuckled at his rather blunt statement.

“Only the ones I’m destined to meet,”

~Admin Petty

The Great 146 Romance Tropes Aesthetic challenge

Dear Shipper who runs a whole blog dedicated to your fave OTP I challenge you to make 146 aesthetics of one specific ship before the year is over. Here are the 146 most popular romance tropes of all time. Can your OTP pull off all of them? That remains to be seen

1. abduction to love

2. accidental pregnancy

3. afraid to commit

4. all grown up

5. amnesia

6. antihero romance

7. arranged marriage

8. athlete

9. bait and switch

10. beauty and the beast

11. best friend’s lover

12. best friend’s sibling

13. best friends/ friends first

14. billionaire

15. blackmail

16. blind date

17. bodyguard crush

18. boss/employee

19. boy hates girl

20. boy meets ghoul

21. boy meets girl

22. break his heart to save him

23. brother’s best friend

24. bully turned puppy lover

25. can’t live with them, can’t live without them

26. celebrity loves commoner

27. celibate hero

28. childhood enemies fall in love

29. childhood friends

30. childhood marriage promise

31. Cinderella story/wrong side of the tracks

32. classes clash

33. clueless love

34. consanguinity

35. crazy love

36. Cyrano/matchmaker

37. damaged lead finds happily ever after

38. dark secret keeps them apart

39. different worlds

40. disguise

41. enemies to lovers

42. everyone can see it

43. fairytale

44. fake engagement

45. fatal attraction

46. first love

47. fish out of water

48. fling

49. forbidden love/Romeo and Juliet

50. friends with benefits

51. girl wants bad boy

52. guardian/ward

53. guy wants cheerleader

54. huge guy, tiny girl

55. if I can’t have you, no one will!

56. imaginary love triangle

57. impotent love

58. innocent cohabitation

59. instant/false sweethearts

60. it happened in Vegas

61. jilted bride/groom

62. law enforcement

63. long distance relationship

64. long-term lovers

65. love at first sight

66. love interest has a profession protagonist abhors

67. love interest reminds of estranged family member

68. love potion

69. love reforms villain

70. love triangle

71. love/hate

72. lovers in denial/ they’re the last to know

73. mad love

74. maid/janitor

75. mail-order bride

76. marriage of convenience

77. men in uniform

78. mistaken declaration of love leads to love

79. mistaken identity

80. noble rescuer steps in

81. nobody thinks it will work

82. not good enough for him/her

83. oblivious to love

84. older man, younger woman

85. on the rocks

86. one night stand

87. one wants true love/other wants a fling

88. oops! fall in love with the wrong person (which could ruin everything!)

89. opposites attract

90. orphan

91. overly shy love

92. parent/childcare worker

93. partners in crime

94. passionate lovers

95. Plain Jane get the hottie

96. playboy

97. politics

98. pretending to be married or engaged

99. protector

100. redemption

101. rejected as unworthy/ turns life around

102. reluctant sex worker

103. removing the rival

104. rescue romance

105. return to hometown

106. reunion romance

107. revenge

108. rich man, poor woman/ rich woman, poor man

109. rivals/ protagonist vs. antagonist

110. road trip romance

111. rock star hero

112. royalty

113. runaway bride/groom

114. scars from the past

115. second chance at love

116. second time around

117. secret admirer

118. secret baby- He doesn’t know she’s PG

119. secret that can end everything

120. sibling triangle

121. sibling’s ex-spouse

122. similarities attract

123. sleeps with everyone but you

124. sorry, I’m taken

125. stranded together

126. student/teacher

127. sudden parent

128. the one that got away

129. time travel

130. tortured hero(ine)

131. tragic love affair

132. tragic past

133. two-person love triangle (involves some mistaken identity) ex: superman

134. ugly duckling

135. unobtainable love interest/ one-sided

136. unrequited love

137. unrequited-love-switcheroo love triangle

138. unwanted harem

139. virginal/innocent

140. wallflower noticed by the rake

141. was it all a lie? (undercover love)

142. widow(er)

143. (wo)man in peril

144. working with the ex

145. workplace romance

146. She’s dating Mr. Wrong

The challenge is simple, chose a trope, make an aesthetic, tag it #146RTCH and share your genius with others. good luck guys!

Yuri on Hot Tub! (& Swimming)

Some silly headcanons bc its summer and I went swimming and chillin in the hot tub

  • Yuuri and Viktor would snuggle up close to each other on one side or Yuuri would sit on Viktor’s lap
  • Phichit would take all the best selfies and be brave enough to jump into the freezing pool after warming up
  • Yurio would complain its too hot to go in during the summer but joins in anyway because he doesn’t want to be left out
  • Viktor can’t dive. He tried once and flopped in the water and came out with cramps.
  • Chris would joke that he’s going to come and everyone jumps out
  • Minami and Guang-Hong can’t handle the temperature and get dizzy
  • Leo and Otabek hook up speakers or a DJ booth by the poolside and play some heavy metal, rock, and pop jams
  • Phichit rigged the playlist so The King and The Skater theme song plays
  • JJ would tell his Fiance that ice swimming in Canada is better than pools
  • Michele gets overprotective over Sara wearing a swimsuit in front of men
  • Sara and Mila hang out together by the pool
  • Emil starts diving or swimming contests in the pool
  • Georgi is probably the fastest swimmer of the whole group.
  • Seung-Gil doesn’t know how to swim (and Phichit tries to teach him)
  • Makkachin always jumps into the pool
  • Yuuri got drunk once and tried to pole dance with a noodle floatie thingy in the pool. It was a very interesting sight and was recorded on video.
  • They all did synchronized swimming once.

Loving Katelyn was an accident. She sat in the seat next to Aaron in biology, in the back where the desks and chairs were raised. They were an interesting sight, his legs dangling off the chair, hers stretched out in front of her, but still resting on the floor.

During the first lecture, she leaned over to him to speak. When he flinched away slightly, she backed up some, but stayed within whispering distance.

“I told my advisor I already knew everything I needed to know about this class, but he still made me take it.” Aaron rolled his eyes, already done with her arrogance, but he refused to give her a response.

“No, really! Look, I’m not bragging. I’ll prove it.” Katelyn’s voice was bright and earnest, and maybe to loud for a class setting. Aaron sighed and turned to look at her.

“Okay. Prove it. Wow me.” Only after he spoke did he notice the look of mischief in her eyes.

“Mitochondria is the powerhouse of the cell. Be wowed.” Aaron managed to hold the laugh in through sheer force of will, but he could feel his smile. (Katelyn swears he didn’t really manage to hold the laugh. Out of his mouth came a tiny snuffling sound. His face turned red and lit up, and out came the cutest dimples she had ever seen. God, he was beautiful)

Loving Katelyn was an accident, but Aaron would never call it a mistake.

The Stranger

Pairing: Taehyung x reader

Genre: Angst. Hella Angst.

Word Count: 4.1k

Summary: Everything is fine until you start seeing a strange boy everywhere you go.

Originally posted by bangtannoonas

The first time you see him, you are trying to park your car. You’re late to an appointment and the parking lot is full, leaving you with no choice but to park on the street. Parallel parking is not something you’re fond of, especially when you’re on a busy road in the middle of town and handfuls of people are walking up and down the sidewalk, watching you struggle and laughing at your misfortune.

You spot him right away. He’s an eyesore among the crowd, the only one not dressed for the weather and you can’t help but wonder how he manages to look so comfortable with snow gathering in his hair. The sight of him is so interesting that you can’t help but stare. You momentarily forget about the task at hand because you’re so caught up in watching this stranger walk toward you that you don’t even notice you’ve backed up too far until you feel your car bump against the one behind you.

Panic sets in immediately and you tear your eyes away from the stranger to look and see if anyone else has noticed. Out of all the people on the street, very few have even glanced in your direction. Breathing a sigh of relief, you inch your car up just a bit and reach down to put it in park.

When you look up, the stranger is standing in the center of the sidewalk staring right at you, eyebrows raised, sly smile on his face. You’re not sure what causes you to react so quickly, but you throw the gear shift into drive and speed out of your parking spot like a bat out of hell, appointment be damned.

You take a moment to glance out of the passenger side mirror and it alarms you to realize that the stranger is still standing there, smiling fondly as you leave.

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Toafo Uhila

Hey, Kat! It’s my birthday! Have a fic!


Their first meeting goes something like this:

It starts with a chūnin in a sandy village trying desperately to not die of boredom. It starts with a beautiful blond leaning up against a wall, dressed in casual clothing and watching the night life as it bustles around them. It starts with a drunk jōnin swaggering over and pinching the other’s ass, earning a yelp from the blond. “Very nice ass, sugar,” he slurs out and leans in to try and get a kiss, only to receive a fist to his face. He staggers back, dropping his bottle and reaching up to clutch at his now freely bleeding nose. His friends immediately leap to his aid, coming up in a defensive formation.

“How dare you,” the blond hisses and the hitai-ate with a leaf engraved on it gleams in the moonlight. Through his drunken haze, the jōnin staggers forward and raids the pouch on his thigh for a kunai, raising it high. Pale, white light glints off of the blade and the blond rolls his eyes.

“That is quite enough. I do believe I’ve warned you before, Eiji.” A redhead lands gracefully on the ground, lips drawn into a thin, unimpressed line. There’s a large gourd on his back and what looks like gold sand is spilling out from the opening at the top. “Consider yourself in quite a bit of trouble.” The blond shivers slightly, enjoying the glide of the redhead’s voice as it forms each word. Opposing village or not, it’s a silky smooth tone that he, if he was being completely honest with himself, wouldn’t mind murmuring filthy things into his ear.

Eiji snarls and takes a step forward, spitting out, “Look here, you—” but his friends quickly drag him into the nearest shadows and the redhead turns to the blond.

“You are well, no?” the redhead asks. “Perhaps you shouldn’t venture into things that you can’t handle.” Never mind. He wants to spike the other in the face. Preferably with the nearest, heaviest, sharpest object he can find.

The blond twitches slightly, the vein in his jaw spasming. “I,” he begins and it’s perfectly polite, a thin undertone of agitation gliding just underneath the surface, “am perfectly capable of taking care of myself.” The unspoken ‘asshole’ does not go unheard.

“Well then,” redhead says and the amusement in the tone makes the blond want to murder him right then and there, “I shall let you take care of yourself, then.” And with that, he’s gone, the sand below him swallowing up his form.

“You absolute asshole,” the blond spits, scowling at the now empty spot.

“Hey, kiddo!” The blond spins on his heel and turns the vicious glare on the now approaching male.

Yes?” he grinds out through clenched teeth.

Jiraiya raises his hands in the universal sign of surrender and smiles like he isn’t facing a pissy blond. “You ready for the exams?”

Minato’s scowl morphs into a sharp smile that’s little more than teeth. “Oh, yes.”

And that was the end of their first meeting.


Their second meeting kinda goes like this:

Minato actually does get around to punching the redhead in the face.

“That wasn’t nice,” the redhead slurs and his voice is still amazing, even with a severely bleeding nose. It’s not quite as smooth as usual, just slightly rough due to him pinching his nose to stop the blood from getting all over his jōnin vest, but it’s still enough to make Minato shiver with need.

He’s only a newly minted jōnin himself, but the blond is certain that with both the Hiraishin and his Rasengen, he can take on the world. Maybe.

“Yes, well,” he returns, coolly, “maybe you shouldn’t startle me while I am making seals.”

The redhead rolls his eyes and curls healing chakra around his nose, snapping it back into place with a rather sickening crack.

Minato’s lips twitch up just slightly. He had actually broken the other’s nose with the force of his punch. That had been one of the most satisfying things he’s done in quite a while. “I do apologize,” redhead drawls, sounding anything but apologetic and Minato barely resists the urge to leap to his feet and punch him again.

“Liar,” he mutters under his breath, mentally cursing his weakness for smooth voices.

The other still hears him. “I’m hurt, pretty.”

He raises his fist and shakes it just slightly. “Call me pretty again….” Minato hisses and trails off, blue eyes gleaming with promised death.

“Very well.” the redhead says, raising his hands in surrender. “I shall see you later….pretty.” And then he’s gone, leaping over the rooftops before the blond can retaliate.

“You son of a bitch!” Minato bellows after him, fury painting every single word. He sinks back down to the ground and picks up his brush, mentally vowing to make the other pay.

He still doesn’t know the redhead’s name.

That was the end of their second meeting.


Their third meeting goes a little like this:

Minato’s smile is like death, all thin and evil with his lips pulled back to reveal far more teeth than psychically possible. The redhead in front of him shivers slightly and takes a step back, understandably wary. “Good evening,” the blond says, smile widening even further.

“Ah, uh, good evening, pretty?” It’s definitely phrased like a question and Minato’s eyes slide closed into little ‘U’s when the redhead takes a step back. The other shinobi in Konoha’s bathhouse, the ones who know about Minato’s vicious temper, carefully sidle out of the blond’s line of sight. They have no interest in being caught up in the explosion.

“Duck,” Minato purrs out. The redhead blinks confusedly at him for a moment and then yelps when the blond punches him in the face, again, as hard as he can.

“The fuck was that for?” he slurs out, clutching at his freely gushing nose.

“I did warn you about calling me 'pretty’,” the blond says easily, dropping his towel and sliding into the water.

“Honestly,” a third voice complains and Minato glances up when Orochimaru steps into the hot spring. A dark glare is all that’s needed to clear the entire place out, leaving just the three of them in the water and the Sannin relaxes with a sigh. An evil smirk flickers over their lips. “I hope you realize, Namikaze, that I will not be explaining to sensei if this becomes an international incident.”

Minato’s smirk is just as sinister. “Well then, Orochimaru-sama,” he says sweetly, “if you won’t say anything, then I won’t tell sensei about you spending lots of, ah, time with Hatake-sama.” He grins innocently when Orochimaru slips underneath the water, surfacing with a loud splutter. “Oops, was that supposed to be a secret? So sorry,” the blond coos, not sounding the least bit sorry.

“You!” the Sannin splutters, coughing as they spit out a mouthful of water.

“Should I come back later?” the redhead asks, looking like he wants to be anywhere but here at this exact moment. There’s a crack as he snaps his nose back into place for the second time in a row.

“I will string you up by your balls and feed you your own liver if you so much as twitch,” Minato says, a blue eye flickering to glance at the other.

The redhead scowls. “I don’t even know your name,” he complains.

“Oh? So sorry. I should give it to you, then.”


Minato shrugs. “I don’t know yours.”

Orochimaru heaves a ragged sigh and drops their head into their hands. “You punched a Suna jōnin without ever learning their name. Great. Just fucking great. And here I was hoping Jiraiya hadn’t managed to infect you.”

A beaming smile is his answer and the blond leans back against the edge of the pool, basking in the warmth of the water and the sunlight. “Sensei has been nothing but a perfect role model,” he says, the very picture of innocence.

“That’s…that’s what I was afraid of,” the Sannin breathes weakly, looking very much like they wish they had access to alcohol at this very moment. They sigh and drag a hand over their face, shoving dark hair out of golden eyes.

The redhead takes the chance to bolt for the entrance; he abandons his clothing and escapes wearing nothing but a towel, yes, but at least he makes it out alive and in one piece. Konoha shinobi, he thinks, shivering at the howl of rage that echoes behind him, are insane.

And that was the end of their third meeting.


Their fourth meeting is explosive:

Rasa’s in the middle of speaking with two other jōnin sensei about the final part of Konoha’s chūnin exams when what feels like a bucket of water is dumped over his head. A quick swipe of his fingers in the substance reveals purple paint. Purple glittery paint. The vein above one of his eyes twitches, and he can already see his comrades causally backing away from his seething form. Laughter echoes above him and Rasa spins on the ball of his foot, gold dust already writhing as it escapes from the gourd on his back.

There. On the roof. It’s that damn blond from before; the one who broke his nose twice already.

On a better day, Rasa wouldn’t even consider trying to murder an allied shinobi. On a better day, he might even laugh at the prank, then go take a shower. On a better day, he wouldn’t be brandishing a kunai and trying to rip someone’s throat out. Today…today is not one of those days, and Rasa snarls furiously, lunging forward before he can even get a grip on his temper. The blond dodges to the side, flipping gracefully onto another roof and covers his mouth again, smirking between his fingers. Rasa sees red.

“I,” he hisses, so close to actually committing murder, “am going to rip your throat out.”

“Kinky,” the blond calls back and his smile widens further at Rasa’s snarl of rage. “But you’re going to have to catch me first.” His form flickers once, then vanishes in a burst of yellow; he reappears further down the road, waves a hand, and then vanishes again.

Rasa screams in fury, his comrades snicker, and he immediately leaps to give chase. He’s going to drown the other in their own blood.

He still has no clue to their name, other than their last.

That’s the end of their fourth meeting.


Their fifth meeting is even worse:

Murder is not an appropriate way to deal with frustrating coworkers.

Murder is not an appropriate way to deal with frustrating coworkers.

Murder is not an approp— Rasa cuts his thoughts off halfway through the sentence and growls at one of his fellow shinobi. Not even three hours after he had attempted to hunt down and murder the blond—He failed, pretty miserably too—and his coworkers are already smirking at him.

“Quite the spitfire, ah?” one says, pushing brown hair over her shoulders, lips quirked up in that infuriating smirk Rasa has come to hate.

I will drown you in your own blood,” he hisses, partially because he’s furious and partially because he can’t leave that response unanswered. She puts her hands up in the universal sign of surrender, but the smirk on her face doesn’t change. Rasa narrows his eyes at her, darkens his glare, and hopes that nothing else can go wrong.

The universe, as always, likes to prove him wrong, and then laugh at his misery.

With a flash of bright yellow light, the blond reappears on the rooftop. He doesn’t even look tired, and there’s a massive grin on his lips. “Wow,” he says, looking pleased with himself, “only three hours before giving up? That’s sad.” He shakes his head slowly, almost like he’s disappointed. “Not a lot of fun with a chase. Peaks really quickly without touch and absolutely no stamina at all.”

Beside Rasa the brunet chokes, then starts laughing hysterically, mouthing 'No stamina’ like it’s a prayer from Kami itself. On her left, the ginger begins cackling and slumps against a wall in an attempt to stay upright. Rasa fumes, and because he’s petty like that, pops the cork on his gold dust just so he can flood the area with sand.

Glancing around when the dust has settled somewhat, Rasa’s already feeling smug at the sight of the ginger and brunet cursing his name as they spit the grit out of their mouths. His gaze flickers upwards, and the redhead is already preparing for the sight of the blond in the same situation, when he actually gets a look.

That fucking bastard is wind affinity and running a Kami-damned slipstream, the sand-filled air shifting around him, never once touching the Konoha jōnin uniform. Rasa would be impressed if he wasn’t in the middle of contemplating murder.

Just before he can actually use his chakra to fill the other with spears made of sand, he laughs, bows, and vanishes in a burst of yellow. The veins in Rasa’s jaw jump.

And that was the end of their fifth meeting.


Their sixth meeting is simultaneously worse and better:

“I would like to introduce my successor, Namikaze Minato,” Sandaime Hokage Sarutobi Hiruzen says, gesturing towards the doors of the Halls of the Kage Council. Namikaze, Rasa thinks with a slight twitch, sounds awfully familiar. He glances up just as the doors open and snarls when a horribly familiar blond practically skips through.

“YOU!” Rasa bellows and slams a hand down on the table hard enough to spread minute cracks along the surface. The other Kages jerk at his volume, but the redhead is too furious to care.

“I wasn’t aware that you two knew each other, Rasa,” Sarutobi says, looking like he’s half an inch away from pinching the bridge of his nose.

“He broke my nose,” Rasa seethes. “Twice.” White eyebrows shoot up and Sarutobi actually reaches to pinch the bridge of his nose, an exasperated sigh escaping his mouth.

Namikaze smiles sunnily at him. “You startled me while I was working on my seals.”

“You punched me because I called you pretty,” the Kazekage informs him flatly.

“Yes, well, that too,” the blond says with a careless shrug, and Rasa makes a sound like a boiling teakettle. Namikaze merely beams in his direction and takes a seat. “Now, where were we?”

Murder is not an appropriate response to annoying Kage, Rasa thinks, sinking into his own seat with a mute sort of fury, but I sure wish it was.

I Don’t Dance: Part 2 - Jughead x Reader

A/N —
Hi all! Thank you so much for all the lovely feedback on ‘I Don’t Dance’ and with a couple requests I have been asked to write a second part to this story, so your wish is my command! I will eventually set up a masterlist for all my work once I figure out how to actually make one lmao, but I hope you enjoy it and please do send in more requests for more stories

Words: 1086

Warnings: Kissing

(Y/N) , (H/C) , (E/C) — Your name, hair colour, eye colour.

You and Jughead had finally reached the school dance. It was just as how he described it, student hitting on students, Reggie spiking the punchbowl, Betty and Veronica clinging onto Archie’s arm, welcome to Riverdale. Josie and the Pussycats were performing their songs on the stage as everyone danced along to the rhythm. (Y/N) held onto Jughead’s arm, feeling a bit self conscious as you watched everyone look so dressed up and fancy.

“Don’t worry, (Y/N), you look fine,” Jughead reassured you. You looked him in the eyes, sighing but nodding as you gave up and believed him. Jughead always figured out how you were always feeling, although at times you wouldn’t show it physically. “It’s the school dance, let’s make the best of it.”

You two walked to the punchbowl, greeting Archie, Betty, Veronica and Kevin.

“Oh my god, no way. You two are literally couple goals. I’ve got to Snapchat this.” Kevin gushed at the sight of you two, making Jughead and (Y/N) blush. He took out his phone and took a quick snap of you two, making Jughead roll his eyes but chuckle.

“Seriously, I had no idea you cleaned up so well, Jughead.” Veronica smiled at him. Betty and Archie nodded, although Betty was still blushy over Archie.

“It means a lot guys, thanks?” (Y/N) giggled at the compliments they have been receiving.

A little throughout the night, the rest of the gang danced on the dance floor or Veronica reassured Betty that she was perfect and didn’t have to feel self conscious about herself in front of Archie. You and Jughead both sat on the bleachers, a solo cup in one hand filled with two Cokes as you both sipped on them watching Reggie drunk hitting on Miss Grundy.

“This school is a joke, quite frankly.” Jughead laughed as he watched Reggie slur something flirty to every girl that walks past him.

“Tell me about it. But don’t you think Riverdale’s been a little different since the death of Jason? I mean, even Cheryl’s changed, and she’s the queen bee.” (Y/N) said, taking her (E/C) off Reggie and moving to Cheryl, staring up at the big banner of her dead twin brother, Jason Blossom.

“I’ve noticed that. Hey, have I told you that I’m writing a novel about it? If you want sometime, I don’t know, would you like to go to Pop’s and maybe read what I’ve got so far? Y-you don’t have to if you don’t want to, it’s just I haven’t told anyone about it yet besides my dad, but my dad’s too busy to read it at the moment.” Jughead blushed which made your heart flutter. You hated seeing Jughead sad at times, since he is your best friend and your crush, you knew you couldn’t let him down.

“That sounds interesting. I’d love to, Jughead. I haven’t seen you write in so long since you’ve drifted away from Archie.”  (Y/N) smiled at him, making him smile too at the sight of her being so interested in his writing.

“R-Really? I-I… thanks, I guess.” Jughead stared down at his cup before looking back into her eyes. The both of them piercing together their sight made them not realise they were leaning in. As soon as their lips were about to reach, an announcement on the microphone changed from Josie’s to Archie’s.

“Hey everyone. Uh, I don’t usually sing in front of this many people, but we’re gonna take things a little slower. Grab a partner and I hope you enjoy.” And with that, the atmosphere in the room changed, everyone going quiet apart from Archie singing on stage. (Y/N)’s eyes widened as she looked back at Jughead once again.

“You know, a little birdy told me that they promised me a dance.” (Y/N) smirked at Jughead.

“Oh, no, no, no, (Y/N) you know I can’t dance. I-I… I don’t dance.” Jughead blushed.

“Please, Juggie? You promised me, and it’s only one song for one night and I won’t ever ask you again.” (Y/N) pouted as she fluttered her eyes at him, finally making Jughead give in.

“Fine, fine, okay. Come on.” He smirked, standing up from the bleachers and holding a hand out. You smirked back up at him, standing up too and interlocking your fingers with his, guiding you to the dance floor to join everyone else.

As both of your feet hit the ground, you both stared each other. Not sure who to lead who as to admit, you didn’t have much dancing experience either, you took Jughead’s handing and placed them on your waist.

“I’m no expert, but I’m pretty sure these belong here,” (Y/N) giggled softly as she slowly placed her hands on Jughead’s shoulders. “And I’m pretty sure these belong here as well.” That made Jughead’s lips escape a snort.

“And now what?” Jughead whispered down to you.

“Well, from my knowledge in cheesy teen movies, I think we just stare at each other and sway along to the music.” And that’s exactly what the two of you did. She had to admit, Jug wasn’t bad at all at dancing, which surprised her since he persuaded her that he was awful at it.

The way they both held onto each other was warm and felt right. They both moulded together so perfectly and fit in each others arms like a jigsaw puzzle. Your fingers carefully played with the raven haired boys locks at the back of his neck, making him smile down at you as he carefully cradled you gently in comfort. The two of you knew that the song was soon coming to end, although the both of you wanted to stay like that forever. And then suddenly, it felt like all disappeared. It was just you, Jughead, and the music carrying you into a romance. And just like that, Jughead leant down ever so slowly and attached his lips with yours in a romantic, yet passionate, kiss. He moved his hands to hold your face steady and (Y/N) moved hers to his shirt to grip onto.

As the song finally came to a end, unfortunately your kiss did too. But Jughead still held onto your cheeks, staring deeply into your (E/C) eyes as he brushed a fallen strand of your (H/C) hair back. You gently placed your forehead against his, closing your eyes as you just remembered what just happened.

“I love you, Jughead Jones.”

A/N — Aaa, so that’s it! Thank you guys so much for all the love you have been sending my way for the first part, and it was extremely fun to write the second part. Please do send in mor requests! Also, are you keen for the last ep of Riverdale tonight?

All of Me [Suga]

Originally posted by ohbaibeeitsyou

“Babe,” He cooed from the other room.

“I’m coming,” I said as I applied some chapstick before heading out of my bedroom door.

“I’m not rushing you; It’s just that you know how Jin can be.”

“Well, I’m in no rush. I have to be looking perfect,” I walked towards him as he held out my jacket.

“But you are already perfect,” he looked at me lovingly as I put one arm in each hole and then smoothing out the jacket before turning towards him.

“You are quite smooth with your words,” I poked him on the nose as he snaked his arm around my waist, clasping his hands together on my back to secure the position we were in.

“I’m always smooth. Have you just noticed that?” He crinkled his nose as he stared into my eyes, “What was taking you so long?”

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Seokjin Scenario: Someone Like You.

Request: a scenario where Jin goes to his service and meets you during there while you’re medical intern. He falls in love with you at first sight but you didn’t have interest in dating at first so he feigns his injury/sick with or without his friends just to see you until one day stops visiting you only to find out later he was sent to a recon mission and been badly hurt. 

Genre: Fluff / Romance

Resplendent. It was the only word Jin thought could make justice to you. There were a lot more he could also use, like beautiful, dashing, out of this world, but resplendent suited you perfectly, enough to describe the way you seemed to glow when you smiled. He never thought such thing about a woman he just met, but he could already feel you were different even if that was crazy of him to feel, but upon seeing you, he just had the need of knowing you better, you were captivating and he’d never found someone who could make him feel this way at first sight.

–Hello, please let me help you – He along with other three was sent to help the newcomers, you and another man.

–Oh hi, thank you, you’re so kind– you reached out for the hand he was offering to help you get down from the jeep that brought you to the camp and you smiled at him, your hands were soft and delicate and once you were down, Jin took the bags you were carrying with you.

–It’s nothing – he answered smiling, honestly it was everything if you kept smiling at him that way. Your eyes locked and he noticed you were examining him, he was only with his black t-shirt, uniform pants and combat boots, the usual for normal days and he remembered he didn’t have any identification on him. –I’m Kim Seokjin –

–I’m Y/N, the new medical intern –

–I know, welcome– you laughed softly with that, pronouncing a soft thank you and walking ahead so he followed you. Your laughter was refreshing and he suddenly felt like a teenager by your side, stealing glances and wondering what were you thinking about him, if you were thinking about him at all.

He smiled thinking that with a doctor like you, he would willingly fall sick every day of his life and that made him laugh so your eyes fixed on him again. Your eyes were curious and pretty, but then again, you were pretty wherever he saw and he should get a grip of himself. –What is it? –

–Oh nothing, we’re already here – he placed your bags on a metal table on your new working cubicle and turned to you who were inspecting the surroundings with a satisfied smile, you looked excited for being there. Jin cleared his throat to get your attention and you smiled, noticing you had been spacing out. It was endearing. – I’ll leave you now doctor, I hope you have a nice day –

–Same to you – you waved at him and then turned around, pulling your hair up in a ponytail and busying yourself with taking instruments out of your bags.

He should leave, he knew it, so he forced himself out because in all honesty he wanted to keep talking with you, about everything, about anything, about whatever you wanted. Jin never thought he was one to believe in love at first sight but if this wasn’t it, then it had to be pretty close. You stayed on his mind all day, and he knew he needed to see you again, whatever it took.

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Mine (Ethan x Reader)

Summary: “Be mine.” he gasped, and I thought I’d heard him wrong before he repeated it, “Be mine, baby.”
Word Count: 1,675
Warnings: None.
A/N: Hi, have this fluffy ball of fluff while I work on getting all the requests done. It’s kind of like a small imagine, so hope you like it. Requests are open xxx

My dress swung back and forth as I walked in a quick pace, my heels clicking against the dry pavement. I could hear Ethan’s footsteps quicken behind me which made me pick up my pace, giggling as I almost began running.

“Stop running so fast. Christ!” He breathlessly yelled, letting a little laugh escape his smiling lips. I couldn’t see his smile, not really, but I could hear it in his voice as I was running. “How the hell do you manage to run so quick with heels?”

We were about to reach my neighborhood when I felt his arms circle around my waist, letting out a little squeal as he picked me up easily and swung me around to the right. I couldn’t stop giggling, felt like a little girl on a sugar rush, and apparently my laughter was contagious because Ethan began laughing along with me. Hot little puffs of air hit my bare neck as he hugged me close.

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