your hair gives me too many feels

Forehead Kisses - Newt Scamander Imagines.

I love forehead kisses like. There are so many forehead kisses? FOREHEAD KISSES WITH NEWT WOULD LITERALLY KILL ME. I feel like he’s a Forehead kiss sort of guy.

  • “I won’t be too long.” Newt’s voice was on the lighter side this morning, almost as if the way the sun peaked into the room gave him a complete and utter sense of tranquility. Giving a rather warm peck to your forehead, he tucks back some of your hair before resting his case on the ground and opening it. It’s a fluid action, and he moves rather smoothly and you found yourself almost fixated on the way his hands moved around his case. Skillful action, he’s done it a thousand times, maybe even more. Attention is drawn back to his entirety as he takes a step into the case. He looks back at you momentarily, his eyes locking with yours.
    Lets his gaze linger on you for a few seconds more before disappearing into the case you felt your breathing regulate. Moments like that, with a sort of eclectic rush and painted movement given by Newt always left you breathless.
    • An equivalent to the forehead kiss of “I’m late for work, kiss for you, and out the door”.
    • A lot easier than saying “bye”, something Newt doesn’t particularly enjoy. Goodbye’s, whether long term or short term, are goodbye nonetheless.
  • Instances where the two of you are sharing a bed, or simply cuddling there is a lot of embracing one another. He’ll tuck some of your hair away from your face, gazing down at you. From the position he’s in, he can’t clearly see your expression but given the chance to guess, Newt figured you were content in his arms. Craning his head down, he kisses the side of your head and presses his face into your hair. His skin tickles yours. Newt senses you smile before it turned into a soft chuckle. He holds you tighter, but not uncomfortably so. There’s something tender and warm about holding another person so close, about feeling their heart beating under your fingertips. It’s a raw sensation, stripped to the very center of the emotion running wild in both your minds.
  • Occasions where you feel completely helpless and find yourself leaning against his body in search of some sort of security. He smells like his case. Not awful, but more homely and more nurturing than anything else. A sublime mixture of tea, herbal medicine and strangely enough, fresh dirt from a far away in the countryside. The sudden defenselessness you were exhibiting set off alarms in his mind, and with feathery movement, Newt wraps his arms around you. Your knees finally give way after finding support and your face digs itself further into his peacock colored jacket. You smelt something else now, something that always helped you calm down. Newt had a certain scent that you hadn’t been able to describe, and the closest you came to describing it was as ‘A farm in the early morning. It’s quiet, there’s work to be done, and there’s only so much time in the day to get it done.’ You know it’s not a smell, but there’s almost a distant memory associated with it.

    Unbeknownst to you, Newt is feeling equally as helpless at the moment. You’re in his arms, crumbling so it seems and he’s no way of telling why you’re so melancholy. He takes a deep breath in and does what he thinks it right, a sort of instinct he always possessed. Kissing your hairline ever so gently, he spoke in a soothing tone, “It’s alright, I’ve got you…” He knows you’ll talk to him when you’re ready to be heard. But for right now, this was what you needed.
  • Newt having different sort of forehead kisses. The kind that aren’t completely center, and lean more towards the right or left. Usually happens when he’s in a hurry and leaves you with an unexpected forehead peck.
    • Kisses directly above your eyebrow. You’re both laying down, the sun hasn’t even risen yet and there’s almost a dreary sense of doom impending because you do not want to get out of the warm bed. Newt has only been awake for a couple minutes, still trying to process waking up. He knows you’re beside him. Without opening his eyes, he leans over and puckers his lips. The kiss hands directly above your right eyebrow. His lips curl against your skin as he pulls you closer. A few more minutes wouldn’t hurt.
      • Kisses that land more on the side of your head. A mindless, affectionate action. Happens with he’s not paying complete attention and his mind is somewhere else.
  • Attentive forehead kisses. Newt’s fingers are cupped on your jawline to keep you in place. His beautiful green eyes are staring right into yours. In the lighting, you can see his pupils dilating, you could almost count the freckles that lined his cheeks, and you could see the different colors swirling in his eyes. They weren’t completely green and seemed to hold hues of yellow and maybe even gold. Newt’s that close to you. Biting his bottom lip, he seems to be contemplating what to do before bending your head down slightly and craning his down to give you a gentle kiss to your forehead. The motion says, “I love you, you know that.“
    You raise your hands to place them on his before stepping forward. You kiss him gently, lips pressing in the slightest to tell him that you love him too.

I expected to write more but darn these are actually pretty long lmao. Thank you for reading! Reblogs and likes are appreciated! Stay tuned for more Newt Scamander + other FBAWTFT fics!

Bad Movie Night (a little touch-starved, pining boyf riends one-shot)

For those of you that wanted it (looking at you guys, @be-more-boyf-riends @girlwithacardigan @ijustgotintobemorechillsoyeah @ramidmalek !!!), HERE is the little fic!! (Putting most of it under a readmore because it’s sorta long!)


“I’m cold.”

“Dude, it’s the middle of May and my air conditioning is shit.”

“And…your point?

Keep reading

*Dating Derek Hale Would Include*

🔸Him being extremely scared of losing you

🔸And for that reason he likes to keep you close

🔸He absolutely adores you. He considers you the best thing that has ever happened to him

🔸He loves to nuzzle your neck, being sure to leave his scent on you

🔸Lots and lots of cheek kisses

🔸You give him a massage after a long rough day

🔸Him randomly wrapping his arms around your waist and giving you a hug from behind

🔸You replace anger and become his anchor instead

🔸Slow dancing on his balcony at the loft

🔸Laying on his bed with your head rested on his stomach as you guys silently read your books

🔸Trips to South America to go visit his sister, Cora

🔸"I bet I can take you down.“ “Oh, really?” “Yep…Derek put me down I was kidding!”

🔸You asking to see him in his wolf form

🔸"You are so cute!“ “I’m a man. I am not cute.”

🔸Long walks through the woods

🔸You eventually get tired and he gives you a piggy back ride back to the loft

🔸Dealing with his uncle Peter

🔸Him making you dinner and certainly looking sexy while doing it

🔸He never agrees to let you help in a fight because he doesn’t want you to get hurt

🔸After dating for about a year, he finally opens up to you about his family

🔸He may look like a tough guy, but he loves to cuddle

🔸Putting your feet on the Italian coffee table just to annoy Peter

🔸"Please don’t leave me.“ “I’ll never leave you, Derek.”

🔸Waking up to him making breakfast…shirtless

🔸Making him smile that million dollar smile

🔸Running his fingers through your hair

🔸Nose kisses

🔸Comforting him when he is feeling down

🔸He threatens any guy who flirts with you

🔸After many years of being together, he finally proposes

🔸You guys have three kids. Two boys and one girl

🔸You guys name your daughter after his mother and older sister, Talia Laura Hale

🔸"I’m so glad you are mine. Thank you for giving me a family. I love you so god damn much.“ I love you too, Derek Hale. Don’t forget it.”

For @en-tyler-lee-hoechlin

Originally posted by trevanterhodes

Ease - Part 4




SummaryYou and your best friend Taehyung have recently got into the same university in the capital of Seoul. Hoping that this was your year to finally admit your romantic feelings towards your said best friend, uni seems an exciting prospect. But of course, the future never really goes according to plan.

A/N: thank you for all the support you’ve given me so far! nicest fandom to be in tbh

Originally posted by jeonbase

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Tae [9:45]
cupcake shop. Be there at 10. I’VE GOT NEWS!!!!

Tae [10:01]
make that quarter past. Jin trapped me in the bathroom.

It was the morning after you had seen Taehyung kissing Yeji at the party, and with that image still fresh in your mind, you could already guess what Taehyung’s ‘big news’ was. It was surprising how quickly Taehyung wanted to discuss the situation, but then again, there had never been any secrets between you two.

Well, all except the one where you had a small crush on your best friend. Almost no secrets.

It took you five minutes to work up the courage to go into the main living area of your house, worried about meeting one of the girls on the way. You couldn’t deal with any more lectures about saving electricity or keeping the noise down, as you had enough on your plate as it was. Did those girls even understand what a tough time you’d been having?

Making your way out of your room cautiously, you paused as you spotted a girl sitting at the table in the kitchen area. Normally you would’ve made a quick exit, seeing as your housemates weren’t exactly the friendliest bunch. However, this girl you’d never seen before. Her short black hair was divided into two ponytails on each side of her head, and her pyjamas were pink and covered in teddy bears, making her very innocent-looking.

At this moment, the girl looked up and caught sight of you, her face lighting up. “Y/N!” she called out happily, standing up and giving you a bow. “Glad to finally meet you! Heard so many good things from Jiwon and Yeona; feels like I know you already!”

You stood there in silence, your eyes wide open in bewilderment.

“Wait… do you even know me?” she questioned, before breaking into fits of laughter, her hair flopping about like crazy. “I’m so sorry, I forgot to introduce myself! I’m Mijung.” When you still didn’t reply, she added, “I live here also.”

“Oh,” was all you could manage, giving Mijung a weak smile. “Nice to meet you too.”

“Don’t tell me the others haven’t mentioned me? Yah, what have I told them about being polite? I bet they’ve been grumpy too. Had a lot of problems, so I’ve been told. But they seem to like you, so they can’t have been too bad!”

You almost choked on your own saliva. “I’m sorry?” you spluttered. “They like me?”

Mijung nodded, her face frowning. “Haven’t they been very nice?” You didn’t reply, but your silence was enough confirmation. Mijung sighed, clutching her forehead as if she had a headache. “Yeona’s been having money problems. Her father lost his job so she’s probably very stressed, the poor thing. And Jiwon, she’s retaking exams and her parents aren’t happy about it. Those two not the most outgoing people to begin with, but I hope they haven’t been giving you too much trouble. I’ll have a word with them, don’t you worry. Then we can have a group meal this evening, get you some proper introductions. Tsk.”

Turning around, she went to the fridge and pulled out some more breakfast, adding to the pile she already had on the table. She was still talking, but quieter this time, as if she was talking to herself. “Those girls… they never do what I ask…”

Deciding it was best to be off, you left to meet Taehyung, immediately noticing how much happier you felt knowing at least one of your housemates wasn’t completely rude. You felt slightly guilty for judging Yeona and Jiwon so quickly, as you didn’t even think that they could be going through complications too. It explained a lot about their complaints. Got to stop thinking about yourself, Y/N, you thought firmly. No more wallowing in self-pity.

With that in mind, you strolled down the street with a new heart, brushing the one that had crumbled so easily the night before under the carpet.

You [10:09]
just met the last one of my housemates. imagine you after you’ve had three cups of coffee – that sums her up. 10:20 okay?

Tae [10:10]
I’m not afraid of competition. I’ve drunk two cups already and I can feel it in my bones

Tae [10:10]
Hurry up though, because I will eat your cupcake. The coconut and mango one.

You [10:11]

The cupcake shop was fast becoming one of your favourite places to be: set on the corner of a street, the wall of windows soaked up the sunshine of early spring. Small tables were set up in rows opposite the tills and cupcakes in the glass display, with soft brown chairs pulled up at each one. Taehyung was sat in one of those chairs in the far corner, hugging a zig-zag patterned cushion and staring out the window.

You took a moment to watch him, with his carrot-top hair already fading into pastel orange, his soft eyes half-closed as he basked in the warmth of the sun’s rays. As you sat down opposite him, a smile split across his face, making his eyes sparkle. You swallowed forcefully, feeling the familiar flip of your stomach. Diverting your gaze from Taehyung’s relaxed figure, you peered at the huge cupcakes sitting in front of you.

“I see slight abrasions on the icing.”

“That was the person at the counter when they were putting it on the tray,” Taehyung shot back, his voice calm like he had planned his answer.

You narrowed your eyes at him, but you were looking forward to eating too much to ask any more questions. Taking a huge bite of your cake, you smiled at Taehyung sweetly, fully aware you were giving him a pretty disgusting sight. Laughing, Taehyung did the same, covering his mouth with icing in the process.

“Hey, Y/N, do you like my beard?” asked Taehyung cheekily, smearing the icing down his chin.

“You look like an old man,” you teased. “Oh, Master Taehyung, teach me some words of wisdom.”

A naughty glint appeared in Taehyung’s eye. “I’ll show you, if you like.” Before you knew what was happening, Taehyung had shoved your cupcake straight into the middle of your face.

Spitting out bits of icing and wiping your stinging eyes, you heard Taehyung break down in fits of laughter, wiping his chin clean with a single swipe.

“That was evil!” you cried, doing your best to wipe off the icing before it grew sticky. Meanwhile, Taehyung now lay sideways on his chair, tears forming as his laughs grew silent. “Taehyung!”

“Your face!” he cackled, throwing his head back as a new wave of laughs hit him.

“I look disgusting! Tae, has it all gone?” you asked, desperately grabbing napkins.

Once he had regained his composure, Taehyung looked back at you, scanning your face. “Almost.” Reaching across the table, you felt his thumb sweep your bottom lip, then your hairline, then the corner of your eye. Each time you felt his touch your breath hitched, and your hands started to wobble. His expression grew solemn as he concentrated on gently brushing your skin.

“All gone,” Taehyung said, your cheeks beginning to burn.

He remained completely oblivious to the internal meltdown you were having, and instead steamrolled on in his usual fashion. “So anyway, my news!”

That brought your mood down. “Yeah,” you replied, knowing that there was no enthusiasm in your words. “Your news.”

“Remember how I found Yeji in the club yesterday? Well, I said hi to her again and she actually remembered my name! Remember when she called me Taemin? Anyway, then I asked her…”

You began to zone out as his words made the butterflies in your stomach turn into stones. The atmosphere had been so nice until Taehyung had brought up Yeji. Not that it was his fault, of course. He had every right to be happy that he got with his high school crush, seeing as he didn’t know how you felt towards him. When it was just you and Taehyung, you realised, it made you calm in a way that you couldn’t quite understand. He was comfort, and it gave you peace. But now, he was invested in another girl. Would you ever get that same comfort again?

“Y/N? Are you even here?” Taehyung asked, snapping his fingers in front of your face.

Shaking yourself back to the present, you tried to remember what Taehyung was talking about. Ahh, yes. Yeji. “So, you kissed her. Well done.”

“Ye- wait, what? How did you know?”

You blinked. “Uhh… just assumed, I guess,” you lied. The last thing you wanted was for Taehyung to know that you saw his intimate moment, or that you went home without mentioning it. Too many questions, not enough answers. One thing was for sure: you wanted to be happy for Taehyung. He was always pining for a girl he couldn’t have, or turning girls down because his parents wouldn’t approve. After seeing him in his darkest of days, you knew what a girl like Yeji could do for his confidence.

“I think she wants to meet up later. Can’t believe this is finally happening,” said Taehyung, staring at your hands that you lay casually on the table.

Soon after the words left his mouth, you heard a high-pitched squeal and a ‘Taehyungie’ come from behind you. You barely looked round before Yeji swept past in a perfume-scented blur to hug Taehyung.

Not that you were embarrassed by the affection, but more worried that it would come across as rude to stare, you looked at the view of the street, trying to even out your breathing. Overnight they’ve gone from bowing to hugging. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Taehyung glance over Yeji’s shoulder in your direction, but you determinedly kept your head turned, despite there being nothing at all interesting outside to look at.

“Sorry, Taehyung, are you busy?” Yeji asked, suddenly noticing you sat on the opposite side of the table. “You’re his best friend, right?”

You nodded, finally turning back to meet Yeji’s large, innocent eyes. She gave you a soft smile, bowing her head slightly as you did the same. The tension in the air was growing thicker by second, and you could see Taehyung biting his lip as the awkwardness settled upon the three of you. Normally, you would’ve tried to break the silence, but there was nothing you wanted to say to Taehyung or Yeji.

She cleared her throat. “Shall I go?”

“No, no, no,” said Taehyung quickly, grabbing her wrist. “We were just finishing. Did you want to go to the park?” When Yeji nodded happily, Taehyung stood up to leave and shrugged on his coat. “I’ll see you later, Y/N! I’ll text you.”

Then they were gone, and you were left sitting by yourself in an almost empty shop after your best friend left you again for the same girl. What’s more, you could still feel the sticky residue of the cake icing around your face, making you feel even worse. It only took a minute for Yeji to walk in and ruin your good morning.

You didn’t want to go home just yet; although the appearance of Mijung slightly improved the housemate situation, the thought of moping around all day wasn’t appealing. So, you continued to sit in the cupcake shop, staring at the empty chair that Taehyung had filled only moments previously.

You were only pulled out of your statue-like state when two boys, a little older than you, both squished onto the brown seat opposite. Looking up at them in confusion, you realised that they were the two people working behind the counter, as both wore aprons across their black uniforms. They had light brown hair that flopped across their forehead, toned muscles, and concerned looks on their faces.

“Are you okay?” asked the smaller one of the two, his doe-shaped eyes filled with worry. “I’ve never seen anyone so sad in a cupcake shop before.”

The other boy let out a sound of frustration, sucking air in through his teeth to restrain himself from saying anything to his friend. “We just thought you looked down. Can we do anything for you?”

You shook your head, looking down at your lap as you felt your eyes brimming with tears. Hearing the uneasiness in their voices struck a chord, the emotions rising in your chest. “No,” you mumbled, letting the tears spill onto your jeans as they began to overflow.

Suddenly, two pairs of arms were engulfing your small frame, the smell of flour and freshly baked cakes filling your senses. The kind gesture simply made you want to cry harder, but the boys held on tight until you demanded that you were fine.

“I’m sorry,” you sniffed, but they just smiled comfortingly.

“It’s not everyday someone cries after eating a mango and coconut cupcake,” the taller boy grins, his smile wide and bright.

“When you’ve made the icing, that’s debatable,” the other boy jibed, earning a poke in his ribs.

The smiley boy ignored his friend’s whines about bruising, focusing back on you. “I’m Hoseok, and he’s Yoongi. We’re going to close for lunch, but you can hang out with us if you want. Could use some new company.”

You couldn’t help the smile that tugged on the corner of your lips as Yoongi began to tickle Hoseok, causing the taller boy to yell in protest. Struggling to keep Yoongi’s wiggling fingers away from his sides, Hoseok added, gasping slightly, “Please come so there’s a witness for my murder.”

“Okay, yeah,” you said, suppressing a grin. With Taehyung occupied, you realised how badly you were lacking friends. Perhaps Yoongi and Hoseok were exactly what you needed.

“This is my favourite place! I come here all the time, it’s always so quiet here.” For the last half hour, Hoseok and Yoongi had been showing you all the pretty parts in your region of Seoul, from cute flower markets to the insane shopping streets. To be more accurate, Hoseok had been showing you around, as Yoongi just went along with his younger friend. It was refreshing to hang out with new people, although Hoseok reminded you of Taehyung in many ways, making you wish he was here with you to explore. You knew he would’ve loved the gaming shop, which was packed full of everything he could only dream of. Compared to the shops in your small town on the outskirts of Daegu, this was heaven.

Hoseok had lead you down a cobblestone street, lined with cherry blossoms that had buds forming on the branches, ready for spring. The three of you had stopped outside a long white building, with a small, electric-controlled gate. Typing in the pin number, the gate buzzed and clicked as it became unlocked. Proudly, Hoseok walked up the steps, as if he was an estate agent showing off a property.

“It’s a dance studio,” announced Hoseok, his smile stretching wider. You had entered the locker room, with glass windows in the walls showing the practice space next door. “The dance club I’m in owns this place, but only a few people come here because it’s smaller than the main studio and it’s a bit out of the way of the main city,” he explained, entering the empty room.

“Are you into dancing, Y/N?” Yoongi asked, sitting down against one of the many mirrors to continue eating his lunch.

Your mind briefly thought back to all the dancing you’d done with Taehyung, but you pushed it away, not wanting to think of Taehyung for the fiftieth time in half an hour. “I enjoy it,” you said truthfully, “but I don’t do it seriously.”

“Dancing doesn’t have to be serious,” smiled Hoseok. He began fiddling with the stereo in the corner and going through his phone. After putting on an upbeat song, Hoseok started to move to the beat, his body flowing smoothly as he bounced and slid across the slightly sprung floor. “Join in!” he called to you.

Seeing you hesitating, Yoongi shouted, “Dance, you muppet!”

It was a little embarrassing dancing next to someone as talented and professional as Hoseok, but the reassuring smile he gave you throughout the song made the experience a lot more enjoyable. At first, you tried to copy Hoseok’s moves, but as he moved too fast, you gave up and instead let the rhythm control your limbs, throwing yourself into the song. When it ended, you and Hoseok were left panting, but it was exhilarating being able to let yourself go.

“You were great, Y/N! With a bit of practice, you could enter the competition, couldn’t she Yoongs?”

“Yah, what have I told you about nicknames?” Yoongi whined, his mouth stuffed with food. “But yeah, you’d have a pretty good shot.”

“What competition?” you questioned, fanning yourself with your hands.

Hoseok pointed to the wall opposite the door before collapsing down next to Yoongi, taking the half-eaten chicken and shoving it into his mouth. The wall was covered in all sorts of flyers, but a large, red poster caught your eye. It was advertising a dancing competition taking place at the end of May, which anyone could enter. First place had a prize of… 1,000,000?

“A million won for the winner?” you asked incredulously.

“Interested?” laughed Hoseok. “Yoongs and I are entering as a team, but it’d be cool to have some friendly competition. You’d have to get a dance partner as well, or several if you want, so you can’t enter solo.”


That’s why you found yourself back at Taehyung’s house, waiting for him to come home after his day out with Yeji. Jin was fast asleep on one of the sofas, his head on the arm rest and his earphones in, while Jungkook played a video game on their TV. Namjoon kept you company on the other sofa, his long legs laid on top of yours.

“Introvert or extrovert?” he asked, biting the end of the pencil he was holding.

“Tough. Probably slightly more introverted.”

Namjoon nodded, filling in your answer into the newspaper. He’d found a quiz that would find your ‘quote of the week’, and seeing as Jin was asleep and Jungkook refused point blank to participate, he’d jumped on you as soon as you entered the front door.

“So, your quote of the week is, ‘the stupid neither forgive nor forget; the naive forgive and forget; the wise forgive but do not forget.’”

“Wow, I’ve been enlightened,” you said sarcastically, watching Jungkook throw himself on the floor as he died at the same spot for the third time.

“I’m back!”

Your heart jolted in your chest as Taehyung entered, making you decide against telling him off for leaving you for the second time to see Yeji. Which was lucky, because as soon as Taehyung had stepped around the corner, Yeji followed.

Taehyung grinned widely as he caught sight of you sprawled on the sofa, but you were too focused on the fact that they were holding hands, their fingers hatched together tightly.

“Hey guys,” Taehyung said brightly. “I’d like you to meet my girlfriend, Yeji.”

All three of your mouths dropped open, while Namjoon’s eyes were wide in shock, Jungkook’s character in the game received a gruesome death as his head whipped round in disbelief, and your heartbeat failed on you completely. You must have misheard…

“Yeji, these are my housemates, Jin, Jungkook, and Namjoon, and obviously, this is my best friend, who you’ve met before.” Taehyung gave you a fleeting smile, looking slightly wary of your frozen expression.

“Hello,” Namjoon and Jungkook both mumbled, bowing their heads.

Taehyung had met Yeji yesterday. How were they already together?

“I’ll be in my room if you need me.” Leaving awkwardly and dragging Yeji along, he disappeared up the stairs.

As soon as you heard the quiet click of the door, indicating them being out of earshot, Jungkook almost exploded. “Girlfriend?” he spluttered, his eyebrows upturned.

Namjoon’s eyes darted between you and the staircase where Taehyung had left the room. “Y/N,” he said slowly, “are you okay?”

The whole reason for you coming to the house was to ask Taehyung if he would dance with you in the competition. Hoseok and Yoongi went back to work shortly after you read the poster, but the instructions were clear: find a dance partner, win the competition, get money. It was like a punch to the gut. You didn’t even want to think about what Taehyung and Yeji would be getting up to in his bedroom.

But were you okay? You weren’t sure. Instead of the usual stone in your stomach, it had become a bottomless pit. Gaping wide open and utterly empty, like all your hopes and visions had been sucked into this hole and you were left feeling numb.

“I can’t ask him to be my dance partner, can I?” Your voice wobbled towards the end of your childish question, but you bit your lip in hope that no one noticed.

“I’m sure you’ll find someone,” said Namjoon gently.

“Namjoon, I don’t have any other friends. I need the money to pay my parents back for my rent. I guess… I guess I can find other ways of sorting it out.”

There was a thoughtful silence following your words, only disrupted by the sound of deep breathing from Jin.

“Maybe you won’t,” Jungkook pondered, absentmindedly picking at his jeans while he stared into the distance. “I’m not too shabby at dancing. I could give it a go, if you’d like.”

Your mouth fell open, not for the first time that day. “Really? You’d do that?”

“We could make a pretty good team.”

“But if you do get annoyed at him,” added Namjoon, “I’m only a phone call away.”

The boys laughed, and even you let out a giggle despite still feeling upset about Yeji. The sudden noise made Jin startle from his slumber, blinking against the harshness of the light.

You watched him notice how there had been a change in atmosphere since he had last been awake, his eyes narrowing in suspicion as he peered at all three of you.

“What did I miss?”


Pairing: Loki x reader

Summary: Loki patches you up after your return from a battle in Jotunheim

Warnings: Mentions of injuries?

Originally posted by amypikachu

(This gif. I like it. ANOTHER!)

Your every limb seemed to scream in protest as you dragged yourself up the stairs into the palace of Asgard. You wanted nothing more than to retire to your chambers and sleep for days, but the moment you’d arrived back from Jotunheim you’d been summoned to report back to the Allfather. It brought you pride every day to serve your King, but it was exhausting.
Bruises and cuts were scattered across your body; the Frost Giants had not been as willing to negotiate as Odin had hoped, and you had paid the consequences. As you approached the golden doors to the throne room, the guards positioned outside nodded to you respectfully. You were well known on Asgard as a fierce warrior, enough, they say, to rival Lady Sif. You were in no hurry to test that theory.
It brought a tiny smile to your tired face to see Loki standing a few steps down from the throne where Odin sat regally. The prince flashed you a quick smile, clearly relieved by your return.
There was no official relationship between you and Loki, you certainly weren’t courting. It would never be allowed for a prince of Asgard to court a mere warrior like yourself, so your love remained a secret to all but you two.
“I see you have returned in one piece,” observed Odin, a twinkle in his one visible eye. You smiled slightly.
“Don’t I always?”
“I trust you bring news of a peaceful meeting with Laufey.”
Your smile faltered. “Regrettably not, my King. Laufey is not as willing as yourself to negotiate. He seemed to much prefer the idea of sending me back piece by piece.”
The old man nodded, his face betraying no emotion. As you stood in silence, you locked eyes with Loki. You could tell he was counting all your injuries by the way his brow furrowed with concern. You shook your head subtly, trying to tell him silently that your injuries were not important at that moment.
“Very well. You may go.”
“Thank you, sire,” you murmured, bowing your head and crossing one arm across your chest to rest your fist by your shoulder in the traditional show of respect to the King. As you limped out of the throne room, you didn’t hear Loki following close on your heels.
“You look like hell,” he observed, smirking. You rolled your eyes, smiling softly.
“You do say the sweetest things, Loki.”
He grinned at you, glancing around to ensure you two were alone before taking you in his arms. You buried your face in his chest, your knees going weak with exhaustion.
“You need to see a healer,” he whispered into your hair, seemingly unconcerned by the fact that it was matted with dried blood and smelled horrible. You shook your head; you hated going to the healers. All they did was make comments about how it wasn’t right for a woman like yourself to be in battles, or beg you for gossip about the royals.
“Tis but a few scratches,” you insisted. He rolled his eyes at your stubbornness.
“Then let me see to them.”
Before you could protest, he had slung one of your arms around his shoulders so that he was taking some of your weight, making it easier for you to walk. Your right ankle was throbbing painfully, and every step sent a fresh of pain shooting up your leg.
You barely registered the fact that he’d led you to his chambers rather than yours; you were simply grateful for a bed to lie on. Loki sat on the mattress down by your feet, easing your heavy boots off carefully. You winced as his long fingers probed your sore ankle, your hands curling into fists.
“It’s a bad sprain,” he told you. “It will take a few weeks to heal properly.”
You frowned. “Sprains usually heal after one week, don’t they?”
“Not when they’re on you. You never let them rest.”
You rolled your eyes, smiling slightly. “Rest is boring.”
“You’re such a child,” he teased. “Sit up, I need to clean that cut on your head.”
Your arms protested as you sat up slowly, your vision swimming and your brain feeling like it was bouncing off the insides of your skull. Loki rested a hand on your back carefully, watching you worriedly.
“I’m fine,” you reassured him, smiling slightly at the concern evident on his face. “You worry about me too much, Loki.”
“You give me too many reasons to be worried,” he retorted, shifting your hair out of the way so he could see the long thin gash on your forehead. That had been the first hit Laufey had got in before you started running, and it was by far the most painful.
“You love it really, admit it,” you grinned, hissing lowly as he dabbed at the cut with a wet cloth.
“Oh shut up.”
You sat in silence as he worked at cleaning your wounds, watching his face. His jet black hair kept falling across his face, only for him to fix it with an annoyed sigh. His thin lips were pressed into a line with concentration, his eyes occasionally flickering up to meet yours.
“All done. Please don’t get hurt like this again?” he asked, sitting back slightly.
“I’m making no promises.”
“I wouldn’t expect anything less,” he said, smiling softly at you. “C’mere.”
He shifted so that he was leaning against the headboard, his arms wrapping around your waist as you lay back against his chest.
“You should sleep,” he whispered, running his fingers through your hair, gently working loose the knots and tangles. You hummed in content, feeling your eyelids drooping shut.
“I love you,” you mumbled sleepily, snuggling into his chest. He chuckled lovingly.
“I love you too, my warrior.”

They Don’t Know

Prompt ~ “It’s our mutual friends wedding and they keep shoving us in to each other because we’re the only ones at the ceremony single.”

Extra ~ Jason Todd x Reader

Note ~ Changed up the prompt, added a special twist

 You smiled as you watched Barry and Iris tell each other their vows, your mentor was shedding tears due to the joy he was feeling. You glanced around the room spotting many familiar faces, espically some from your nightly activities. You spotted Hal pointing his finger to a certain grumpy guy. It seemed everyone was desperately trying to get you to notice him, you gave him a questioning glance and turned your head back to the ceremony.  

 You sat down in your reserved seat, the newly wed couple swaying to the soft classical music. You stood up to get a drink from the bar when you were shoved, falling into someone’s arms. You looked behind you spotting Diana with a devious smirk as she walked away to her significant other. You turned your direction towards the person holding you.

“Jason Todd is that you?” You escaped his grasp a grin stretched out on your face.

“No way, Y/N Allen?” A similar smile gracing his face, voice also laced with mock surprise, “Its been so long, how are you Kid Flash?”

“Well its been long enough, so long that I’m not even Kid Flash anymore, tonight you can call me Flash.” You smirked at the shock written on his face, Barry wanted to give up the mantle for a while and you gladly accepted it, making Impulse the next Kid Flash, boy was he glad for that.

“Guess things change when you die, huh?” He joked, running a hand through his disheveled hair.

“They do, you’re aren’t still in the hero business, are you?” You asked, slightly joking as you already new about his new vigilante name.

“Very funny, we should go somewhere more private, it seems everyone is looking at our direction.” You looked behind your back the stares of people unsettling you.

“Come on, follow me.” You grasped his wrist and pulled him through the crowd of dancers, many giving you sly looks.

 You both made it on the roof of the complex, the music booming now underneath you. “So how about a proper hello?” You ran into his opened arms, burrowing your head into the crook of his neck.

“I missed you Jaybird.” He placed his chin on your head, inhaling your scent.

“I missed you too Speedster.” Jason mumbled into your hair, getting lost in the feel of your hands wrapped around him.

Look at this beautiful bean! Her hair looks incredible, and the fact that she’s wearing minimal make up too gives me serious debut/fearless era feels 😍
@taylorswift it was so kind of you to take part in this video, since you’re still on your break and as you said in the video you’ve never met Russell. This is one of the many reasons why we love you unconditionally ❤

Guys, no. Ed's revenge will be very subtle and sweet.
  • Ed's revenge: Spilling wine on Oswald's best suit.
  • Ed's revenge: "No, Oswald, let me style your hair for you! I swear you will look extremely handsome!"
  • Ed's revenge: Telling Olga to make Oswald's breakfast just a tiny bit wrong. Just enough for him to feel there's something wrong with it and bother him, while still being good.
  • Ed's revenge: Moving everything in the Mansion one inch to the left without saying anything to Oswald.
  • Ed's revenge: Ruin Oswald's image with the head criminals by giving him too many hickeys to hide and then showing up in the middle of the reunion like "Honeybunch, love of my life, you forgot your papers! Here!"
  • Ed's revenge: Ruining Oswald's bespoke pants by making him have a boner and humping him without taking it off.
  • Ed's revenge: Hiding random items and only giving away the location through riddles. Oswald never found his favorite pocket knife again, that's hidden in a coffee pot.
Even If You Are Trouble (Part 2)

Quicksilver (Post X-Men Apocalypse) x Reader

Word Count: 1034

Part #1 can be found here

Plot: Sequel to the previous fluffy fiction. A dash of Scott, a guest cameo by the one and only Hank, a little jealousy and all of the sexual tension. Just. All of it.

A/N: If you like this, please subscribe! I’ll happily take requests or prompts, especially if it’s Quicksilver stuff, and if you’re keen on this, I’m definitely keen to write more fluffy Quicksilver fic.

Originally posted by vsslface

The rain was falling in cascades outside the school windows, silhouetting the stars in bold watercolors against the sky. Scott had left one of the windows cranked open during the day, but when Peter arrived to their shared room and found the night’s rain cooling the air, he’d taken a chair and pulled it up to the window to look out at the stars.

He closed his eyes, allowing the music from his headphones to drift around him. The song was soft, but powerful - and it brought images to his mind of the way her hair smelled of strawberry shampoo this afternoon, and of him kissing her on the cheek.
He felt his face redden, and ruffled his hands through his hair in frustration. He enjoyed knowing they all saw him has the confident rule-breaker. Troublemaker.
But now, sitting on a seat overlooking the sky - he felt the armor breaking, as it had been since the day he’d first arrived here.
Peter wasn’t used to having a lot to lose - and that scared him more than anything.

As the song faded out, Peter heard a murmur. Breaking out of his thoughts, he turned around to see Scott was standing in the doorway. Peter swung his feet off of the window ledge and onto the floor, and quickly removed his headphones.
“Sup, man.”
“Are you ever not wearing those things?” Scott jested, rummaging through his drawers. Trying to find mints so he could get back to smooching Jean, Peter internally jested.
Peter smirked “are you ever not wearing *those* things?” he pointed at Scott’s glasses.
Scott was not amused.
“You like her, don’t you?”
Peter suddenly felt a need to readjust his goggles. His hands found his way to them and he fidgetted them around in his fingers awkwardly, his head spinning with defensive retorts “Yeah, I was just thinking to myself ‘man, I’d really love to bang Jean sometime’”.

Scott turned around, and made a gun action with his hands, pretending to fire at Peter.
Peter instantly dived to the floor, pretending to writhe in pain. “How could you?! My love for Jean is ever tarnished by my deeeaaaatth.” he gurgled, flapping his arms and legs across the wooden floor.
Scott couldn’t help but chuckle. “Look, Peter, you’ve been talking about (y/n) for months now. You’re both my friends, and trust me - she’s game if you are.”
Peter’s head shot up from across the room “dude, I didn’t know you were a psychic”.
“One of my many hidden talents” Scott remarked, pulling a t-shirt from out of his drawer. “Just…think about it. Because I’ve seen her and Kurt hanging out, and well-” Scott coughed “-he might be a blue guy with boyband hair, but he’s a good guy nonetheless.”
Peter felt his face turn cold.
Had Kurt left this afternoon because he had heard about Peter’s interest in (y/n)? Or had it been Kurt’s nervousness around the girl Peter harboured feelings for?

Peter took a deep breath, and pushed his goggles back onto his head. In a split second, he’d laced up his boots and shoved on his jacket.
“I’m going to go get more dessert before the vultures swarm”
Scott raised his hand to his head in mock salute “God speed, my friend”
Peter chuckled at the terrible pun, and sped off like a bullet, leaving the window swinging in the breeze behind him.


When Peter arrived downstairs in the lower area of the mansion, he really felt the nerves kick in. His body was like a live wire; even for him, his blood was pounding in his ears.
The soles of his boots echoed off of the metal floor as he headed for the training room - no doubt she’d be down here sparring with Hank, as was per their usual practice on a Thursday night.
What would he say? 

He ran through the scenarios in his mind, each more ridiculous than the last:

We should hang out in my mom’s basement sometime!
I know you like milkshakes; I like milkshakes. We should get milkshakes. Alone. Together.
Date style.

Peter cringed internally as he pictured himself winking. Somehow, the narrative wasn’t working in his head. He took an unsteady breath, blowing his hair out of his face, and opened the door.

She stood there in her uniform; the emblazoned “X” sprawled across her chest. Her hair was pulled back from her face as she stood in the centre of the room, holding her stomach and panting. Hank stood opposite her; all blue fur and padded feet.
“Peter” (y/n) breathed, her eyes reaching up to his face. Something about the way she looked at him with a mixture of relief and nervousness made him feel as though his blood was on fire.
“Is she taking it easy on you, Hank?” Peter asked, folding his arms and leaning against the door frame “I hope you haven’t taken much of a beating”.
Hank grinned “Nothing I can’t handle. Was there something you needed, Peter?”
Peter swallowed.
“Just wanted to know if I could borrow (y/n) off of you so you don’t get your ass kicked too many times over.”
(y/n) looked over at Hank “I figured we were finishing up soon anyway. I could use a night off”.
Hank nodded, jogging over to the control panel on the wall “yeah, no complaints here. Gives me some time to work on my new jet prototypes.”

(y/n) jogged over to Peter from across the room. Peter felt dizzy from the feeling in his chest demanding he lean in closer; he could see the way her lips curved at the edges, the way her hair fell delicately around her face.
“So, what’s up Speedy?” she winked, nudging him with her fist.
“I’ll have you know I’m Captain Professor Speedy” Peter jested, and then leaned in closely, closely enough to feel the heat rising from her face “and I have been given a very urgent mission by Scott”
“Oh?” she asked, raising her eyebrows comically.
God, he loved it when she did that.
“No time to lose!” he yelled out, suddenly sweeping her up and darting out the door, her laughing as he did.

A/N: No, I’m not cruel enough to leave this story there; Part 3 is in the works, but you’ll have to be super patient.

anonymous asked:

its just that ... japan still associates tattoos with the yakuza... (yknow mafiosos from there) even tho foreigners sometimes have them for fashion or sentimental value and most of them know, buuut. i kinda feel it would be a problem even if my long ass hair covered my back during summer if i wore low cut shirts and all.... i feel conflicted bcs its smth small and innocent but still it might give me a problem. i’ve heard of people there with jobs too and having them hidden buut.

Well, I can’t really help you with that. If you want the tattoo, go for it— if you don’t want it, don’t. I don’t think many people will have a problem with it, yes they might be kind of conservative, but it’s still 2017. You also shouldn’t base your decisions on how other people might think— just do your own thing. :)

Puzzle Piece - Sehun Imagine (Soulmate AU)

✎ ❝You have a stripe of your soulmates haircolor on your wrist and if they dye their hair your stripe changes colors AU

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It was nice knowing you had someone. A person you were destined to be with, who fit with you so well it was like you were made for each other. Two halves of the same soul.

The only downside was the waiting, never knowing when you were going to find your soulmate. Some peoples’ were halfway across the world, while others’ had been in their neighborhood their whole life. You could never know, and it was both exciting and terrifying. There were those who never found their significant other, kept apart by sea or land, and lived on with a hole in their chest.

Your only hint as to who yours was was a swatch of color on your wrist, like a swiped stripe of paint. Supposedly, it was in the exact shade of color that your soulmate’s hair was, and when you found them the ribbon of color would fade away. The interesting thing was, if your soulmate dyed their hair, the stripe would change too; continuing if they dyed it again or let the tint fade.

You were told you must have a very intriguing soulmate, because your swatch had changed hues more times than you could count. Family members and friends would smile in amusement as shifted to all sorts of shades. You had seen a large variety of browns, pale blonde, pinks, black, lime green, and even rainbow - a multicolored palette that reminded you of a parrot.

You occasionally wondered if your soulmate was messing with you, finding laughter in your bewilderment of their many hair colors. You always figured it shouldn’t be as hard as others to find your other half because of their eccentric hair colors. But you always checked your wrist before going anywhere, to make sure you knew what color to look for. They had a habit of changing it quite often.

Seeing people with their soulmates always left an ache in your chest. You told yourself you would find them, no matter what it took. Yet there was always that small voice in your mind reminding you of everyone that hadn’t found their significant others. It was easy to spot them, usually elders who would walk the streets with a slight bow to their head and a deep sadness in their eyes.

It wasn’t frowned upon to date someone who wasn’t your destined partner, but you would admit it seemed strange; like you were cheating on someone you had never even met. Silly, but a very real sensation. It was possible to find a spark with someone else, but it would never be the deeper love one would experience with their soulmate.

You were still young, and therefore had your whole life ahead of you to find the person with ever changing hair. But a more selfish part wanted to find them soon, so you could experience your life with them, and have more time with them than you might if you found them later in adulthood.

Often, you would see posters pasted over town or “ads” on the Internet; people trying to reach out and find their one and only. However, the obvious problem was the vagueness of it all. “Woman with black hair looking for a blonde with blue streaks.” A notice like that could attract a large number of people; who knew how many blondes with blue streaks had a soulmate with black hair? There were too many people on this planet for broadcasts like that to be effective.

Someone like you might have it a bit easier, there definitely were less people with rainbow colored hair than say, brunettes. Unfortunately, your soulmate had dyed away the kaleidoscopic shade awhile ago. It had been sad, you had enjoyed seeing the bright colors on your wrist.

There were forums set up for the constant searching, people trying to connect with anyone who was their possible true love. You knew friends who had answered every call that matched their hair color, going to constant meetups to find “the one.” It wasn’t a completely ridiculous idea, and certainly more effective than just waiting.

So one day, you decided to post your own call, hoping your soulmate was as curious as you were.

I’m looking for someone who has dyed their hair many times; I can’t even recall all of them, but I’ve seen green, pink, blonde, brown, black, and a multicolored rainbow. If you’re reading this, you might know who I am because I’ve never dyed my hair. You have light blond hair now, and if you’re in the area, I’d like to meet you.

You added your city name and a cafe you could meet at, then signed your name and waited.

You had tried not to scream with excitement when you got a reply a few days later. The person had agreed to meet you, explaining they lived not too far from you and had introduced themselves as Sehun.

Your hands almost shook as you held the drink you’d bought, sitting at a table toward the front of the shop. Your eyes had been glued to the door, probably scaring a few customers with your intense stare. But you were looking for one in particular, really hoping he hadn’t dyed his hair again like he’d teasingly told you he would in his response - saying he wanted to “surprise you.”

Heart racing, you saw someone with light hair pass by the window, making their way to the door. You weren’t sure if you were breathing as they entered, sending a blast of air into the warm room.

The boy was tall and slim, and his features seemed to be naturally serious. He was very beautiful and you made a strangled noise in the back of your throat when his dark eyes looked your way. His gaze flicked to his wrist before back up at you, and then he was walking toward you, a small smile on his face as he ran a hand through his blonde hair.

“Y/N?” He tried, raising his eyebrows expectantly. You nodded earnestly, fixing your eyes on the color splashed on his skin, the same shade of your own locks. You gasped when it began to dull, then vanished like a puff of smoke.

You pulled up the sleeve of your sweater, staring at your own stripe of color, mouth falling open as it too began to fade. Sehun.

“You’re…you’re my soulmate.” You breathed, looking up to see his own disbelief and what appeared to be elation.

“Looks like it,” He replied, a grin spreading across his face. The color was gone from both of your wrists, and you turned red as the customers in the cafe began to clap and cheer - having witnessed the ordeal.

Sehun laughed as he took a small bow before the crowd, then slid into the seat across from you. You tried to sink beneath the table, feeling uncomfortable with everyone’s eyes on you, but he tentatively reached over to give your hand a squeeze and that was all it took for a smile to stretch your lips.

“Nice to meet you, Sehun.” You said a bit shyly, once the customers had gone back about their day.

“You too Y/N, I hope you liked my many hair colors.”

“It sure was interesting to wake up to see the changes,” You admitted with a laugh. “Sorry I couldn’t return the favor.”

“That’s okay, maybe you’ll let me dye your hair sometime.” He chuckled at your grimace. “Don’t worry, we won’t go right to rainbow - unless you want to - but you owe me for seeing the same shade since I was a little kid.”

“Boo hoo,” You teased, loving how easy it was to talk with him. Everyone had been right, it was like meeting someone you could tell was going to be your best friend. Now that you met him, you couldn’t imagine going years without this. The other half of your soul; and you finally had him.

“Would you be more convinced if I said we could get matching colors?” Sehun wiggled his eyebrows and you reached across the table to shove his shoulder playfully. “Hey, you’re stuck with me for awhile, I don’t want a bully as a soulmate!”

“I won’t be a bully as long as you don’t pull any more cheesy lines.”

“Tough luck.” But he was smiling at you in a way you’d never seen before, eyes sparkling like you were the most beautiful person he had ever seen. It was almost magical how smoothly you clicked, and already how happy he was making you.

True love always seemed like a concept for fairy tales, but in this world, it was everywhere; and you had found yours.



Imagine Saying Goodbye To Bobbi

For My Followers (I’m sorry I’ve been gone)

“A secure line is open (Y/N) no one will know you called her,” Daisy says and hands you a burner phone. After Bobbi and Hunter were released it was made clear you couldn’t see her. But you just have to talk to her.

“Thank you Daisy,” you say and smile at her. Taking a deep breath you out the phone to your ear. “Bobbi?”

“(Y/N)! I’m so so sorry this happened. I’m so sorry I have to leave you-”

“Leave me? You can’t Bobbi. I can come with you!” you snap cutting her off. Your hands shake violently in fear and anger. She can’t be doing this to you.

“No (Y/N) you have to say with the team. They need you.”

“But Bobbi I need you,” you murmur tearfully. This can’t be goodbye. “I love you.”

“I love you too (Y/N). Believe me I wouldn’t do this to you if I had a choice,” Bobbie promises with her voice cracking. One by one tears fall down your cheeks expressing your sadness. “You wouldn’t be safe with Hunter and I. There’s too many targets on us. Besides you’re a known affiliate with Phil the ATCU advisor.” It’s true you went with Phil to that symposium and posed as his assistant.

“I can train Bobbi. I can change my name. I can dye my hair and wear contacts. Please Bobbi don’t give me up,” you beg pathetically and rub your ready eyes. You can hear Bobbi choke up and let out a stressed puff of air. Words can’t express your feelings right now.

“No (Y/N). I love you. Don’t call again,” she orders as hangs up.

“BOBBI!” you shout into the phone. “Don’t do this please. Bobbi please.” You knees buckle and you fall to the ground sobbing loudly.

Daisy kneels next to you an embraces you tightly. It offers little comfort. You’d rather have Bobbi holding you.

“Please let this not be happening.”


Phil’s grip on your hand is tight and firm. You know what he means by doing it. He doesn’t want you running to Bobbi. You can’t talk to her, you can’t touch her, you can never see her again after this.

It breaks your fucking heart.

“(Y/N) I know this is hard-”

“Of course it’s fucking hard! The woman I love is right across the room and I can’t talk to her! I can’t touch her! I can never see her again!” you hiss and blink rapidly to hold back tears. Bobbi is looking at you with tears running down her face and a watery smile plastered on her face. “I don’t even get to say goodbye.”

“This is our goodbye (Y/N),” Phil mutters and hold his drink up to Bobbi and Lance. They hold tried up in turn along with the rest of the team scattered across the bar.

Everyone wears bittersweet smiles and watery eyes.

You inhale deeply and manage a final smile at the love of your life.

Jemma and Fitz then leave followed by May and Daisy.

Mack exits next very slowly his eyes filled with tears and watching Bobbi.

Once e is gone Bobbi gazes at you directly and you can’t hold the tears in. They all spill out onto your cheeks clearly showing your sorrow.

Bobbi nods at you and you nod back.

Phil then drags you from the bar.


You sit alone in your and Bobbies shared room hugging her picture and wearing her sweater.

Fitz is right next to you holding a photo of Hunter.

“All I want is nothing more than to hear him knocking at my door in the middle of the night again,” Fitz utters. Hunter and Fitz loved each other just as much as you and Bobbi loved one another.

“If I could just see her face again…” you trail off.

“Hear his voice.”

“Kiss her lips.”

“Touch his skin.”

“Hear her heartbeat.”

“I could die happy,” you both finish. Crying once again you lean on Fitz and him on you.

anonymous asked:

* evils smile * scm gods having so much sex that their wife is filled with their semen and which come out of her like stream xd i know i'm so dirty but please don't mind ;-(

I will used back the story about the God passionate night with MC when they have not seen her for a long time.


“Leon…” You pant as your dig your nails behind Leon’s back. “It is ….flowing out…. Mmm…” You continue as you are breathing hard.

“I ….want to fill you up …more with my seed…. It is still not ….. enough ..agghh…for me.” Leon pants as he shot out his semen inside you again.

As you hold his trembling body with his member still inside you, you feel his hot liquid slowly flowing out to your thighs. You lost count how many times he had cum inside you and you definitely enjoying it too. You gently run your fingers through his hair, and he gives a small moans. The next time you know is that he starts oscillating his hips again.

“I want more.” Leon moans as he increase his speed. The remaining hot liquids keep flowing out as he keeps moving inside you. All you can to is to let Leon bring you to ecstasy.

“Scorpio…” You pant as you arch your head back in pleasure while Scorpio keeps kissing and licking your neck.

“Just…let me pleasure…you…. I know where ….Mmm….you are feeling good….Argg..” Scorpio pants as he grope your breasts while his lips still on your neck.

Soon you feel something hot and wet flowing out to your thighs again. Scorpio had once again cum inside you. However, Scorpio still did not stop moving his hips. He continues to move his hips roughly on you.

“I don’t …want to stop..Mmm..” Scorpio pants and increases his pace.

Every thrust he moves, you can feel his hot liquid flow out from your inside. There is no time for you to worry about it and you simply cling on tightly over him while he brings you to ecstasy again and again.


It is already late morning, and there is no way you are able to go to work. Teorus is still sucking and licking your breasts while moving his hip roughly below.

“Teorus… Ahh… Your semen …is flowing out….again.” You pants while gripping hold of him.

“I know…but I want to…fill out even more….Ahh…” Teorus moans and shot out his seed inside you again.

He pulls out his member and embraces you closely to him. You can feel a rush of wetness flowing down to your thighs. “I still want more of you. I can’t seem to have enough of you. I want to fill your womb with my semen again.” Teorus whispered into your ear while his fingers fondle with your nipples.

You can’t think straight anymore and place your lips on his. He then get on top of you and penetrates deep into you again. You have lost count how many times he had cum inside you but you know that you wanted to feel him more.


“You are… really so wet now… Ahh.” Dui teases and increase his pace at his hips.

“Of course… It all your sperm …that is flowing out.” You protested while panting hard for air.

You are still clinging over Dui as he once again blows his seed deep into your womb. However, you can feel the hot liquid flowing out more to your thighs. “I guess it is flowing out faster than earlier. I guess I really fill you with all my sperm, but I still want to fill up more.” Dui teases you and hovering on top of you.

Before you can protest, he penetrates deeply into you again. You simply arch your back in pleasure and let him take control of your body once again.


Both your bodies shiver as Hue shot his seed deep into you again. Clingling over him, you can feel his hand caresses your inner thighs and slowly move upwards to your clitoris. You can feel hot liquid flowing out fast from inside you.

“Seem like my seed has mix with your juice.” Hue smirks as he rubs his fingers over the liquid that is flowing out.

“Well, who fault is that? I already lost count how many times you have cum inside me.” You protested with a blush face.

“I guess it is mine. However, I still want to cum more.” Hue smirks and penetrates deep into you again. He starts oscillating his hips roughly on you while you arch your back and scream his name in pleasure.


“Ichthys…slow down.. I can’t take it anymore.” You pants and grab hold his his arms.

“Are you sure?” Mmm… You were asking me to go …. faster few mintues ago…Ahhh.“ Ichthys moans and blow his seed inside you again.

Soon you can feel hot liquid flowing out to your thighs and Ichthys can’t stop giggles to himself. You tried to look away but he holds your face back to face him. He then leans in to kiss you before looking at you.

“I like the feeling when your pussy and my member are cover with both your juice and my semen mix together. It just makes me want to fill you up more.” Ichthys teases you and give you a deep kiss again.

You can feel him penetrate deep into you and start oscillating his hips roughly on you again. Both of you can’t seem to have enough of each other and you let him bring you to ecstasy again.

You won’t know
what the fuck you’re doing to yourself
when you let him put his hand on your leg
because it’s going to make you feel
everything you’ve never felt before
and you’re going to fall in love with the way
he runs his fingers down your back
and how he doesn’t walk away
without looking back
you’ve already heard
everything he’s going to tell you
but the way he whispers it in your ear
will make you believe him
but he is just a boy
and boys grow up
and growing up changes people
and what they used to think mattered
and that’s never to say that you didn’t matter
but believe me
if he leaves
you will feel like nothing mattered
and you will feel like you don’t matter
and you will feel like nothing matters
but it all matters
He is only a boy
but you are only a girl
you have so much to learn
and let him be a lesson
do not ever regret loving him
do not ever try to get him out of you
because you will feel him
breaking every rib and flowing through every vein
you will hear him in every voice inside of your head
but no matter how many times you tear yourself apart
or how many bottles you try to drown him out with
it will not get rid of him
but time will
just give it time
you will be reminded of him with every brown hair-green eyed boy you walk by in the store
you will look for him in every crowd
and you will never pass a white toyota corola
without looking to see if he’s in it
you won’t ever feel comfortable the first time another boy touches your leg
and you will never believe anything a guy says
no matter how poetic his words are
and you love poetry
you won’t notice the next boy looking back as he’s walking away
and forever will never seem quite as exciting
but believe me
you will love again
and you will go through all of this again, but it will feel like the first time it’s happened
you will get exhausted
you will want to give up
you might change your wardrobe, you might stop telling jokes, you might cut your hair, you might start writing things that don’t even make sense
you might kiss too many boys who mean nothing
you might have a few too many drinks and
you might reject your mother’s call because
you know she’s going to ask about you
and you don’t know how to lie about this anymore
but you’re not ready to talk about it
so instead you run far away
but you haven’t left your room
and you might go to bed at 8:30 tonight
but not fall asleep until 6 in the morning
but darling
you will be okay
  • Sirius: Oi, watch it! You couldn’t see me there? Seriously?
  • [James laughs]
  • Remus: Not everyone’s staring at you, Sirius.
  • Sirius: That is untrue and you know it.
  • James: [Turns to the familiar sallow-skinned kid] Hey, I know you. No, wait, don’t tell me…
  • Sirius: Snide?
  • James: Snippy?
  • Sirius: Snivelly!
  • James: Ah, right! Snivellus!
  • Sirius: Slimy, slippery, slithery Snivellus. How lovely it is, to see you again.
  • James: Smashing. Really.
  • Sirius: Congratulations on getting sorted, I suppose. You must be so very surprised that you did at all, being the brainless-
  • James: -brawnless git that you are.
  • [Their synchronised gazes flit between the sour Slytherin boy and pretty redheaded Gryffindor]
  • Sirius: [His face is congenial but his voice makes no effort to hide his sarcasm] I can see what you see in him.
  • Remus: You should be nicer.
  • James: I am nice. I’m nice to all people: large… [Condescendingly sizes up Something-Rather Snape] …and very, very small.
  • [Remus rounds on Sirius]
  • Sirius: Don’t look at me. My family isn’t filled with the friendliest of folk. The closest thing I’ve got to Nice is that I know it’s a splendid place to holiday sur la Côte d'Azur.
  • Remus: Pardon?
  • Sirius: On the Fr-
  • [Snape whips out his wand]
  • James: Expelliarmus! Hey, come now, Snivelly. We’re having a conversation, here.
  • Sirius: Interrupting was rather rude, you know.
  • James: Gormless Gorgons, does he have eyesight problems? Maybe he really didn’t see you before.
  • Sirius: Nah. I think he just enjoys being an impolite ponce. Petrificus Totalus!
  • Lily: Leave him alone!
  • James: I think she has somewhat of a point. I think Snivellus looks a touch uncomfortable there.
  • Sirius: I think you’re right. I think he’d be much more homely hanging from the chandelier.
  • James: How considerate of us, old chap, putting the needs of others first.
  • Sirius: Quite, kind noble. Would you like to do the honours, this time?
  • James: [Puts on a show of bowing respectfully] Wingardium Leviosa!
  • McGonagall: [Mouth tightens as she storms towards the first year boys in her house] Potter! Black!
  • Sirius: Oo, there go the lips. I heard that if you make her mad enough, they disappear completely.
  • James: You up for the challenge? Raise her ire, and a maybe a little hell along the way?
  • Sirius: I feel like I should be offended you even felt the need to ask me that.
  • [Over a week later]
  • Remus: Okay, Sirius, last batch of girls.
  • Peter: Please, please say one of them looks familiar.
  • Sirius: Ahh…
  • James: Apparently none of them look familiar.
  • Sirius: No, hold on. Hold on. Yes. That one. The blonde Ravenclaw. The fittest one in the middle.
  • James: What is she? A year above us?
  • Sirius: Why yes, she is.
  • Peter: You are my hero, Sirius Black.
  • Sirius: Why yes, I am. As I should be.
  • Lily: [Distractedly walks by the future Marauders] Excuse me, what do- Oh. It’s you lot.
  • Sirius: I’m terribly sorry. We sincerely apologise for, hm, what was it that we were doing wrong, exactly?
  • James: Blinking too loudly?
  • Sirius: Breathing a tad funny?
  • Lily: Go away.
  • James: You don’t like us. You don’t know us, but you don’t like us.
  • Lily: I know you.
  • Sirius: You do?
  • Peter: She’s in our year.
  • Sirius: Uh huh…
  • Remus: And our house.
  • James: Right. The angry ginger.
  • Lily: I’m still here.
  • Sirius: Snivelly’s lady friend.
  • Lily: I can still hear you.
  • James: I’m sorry. It slipped my mind. Can’t believe I forgot about you, er…
  • Lily: Lily! Lily Evans!
  • James: Nice to see you again, Evans. You’re looking well. Angry works for you.
  • Sirius: Although I have always been partial to blondes, I must say that I agree on that.
  • Lily: I’m not angry, I’m just irritated.
  • James: By us?
  • Lily: Not so much all of you. [Looks apologetically to Remus Lupin and Peter Pettigrew] But you, Potter, and you, Black, yes.
  • Sirius: Simply because we forgot for a moment who you were?
  • Lily: No, because you speak to people as if they’re below you.
  • James: People?
  • Lily: Sev.
  • Sirius: Sev?
  • James: I’m almost positive she’s talking about Snivellus.
  • Lily: Would you stop that?
  • James: Stop what?
  • Lily: Stop talking to people as if they aren’t there. You never seem to properly talk to people. You talk at them, over them and about them with no care for their feelings. You talk to people like they’re dirt, and that’s why I’m looking at you like this.
  • Sirius: What did we specifically do that was so awful?
  • Lily: You call him names!
  • James: Him?
  • Lily: Severus!
  • James: Where you derived ‘Sev’, yes?
  • Lily: You are impossible.
  • Sirius: I only call them as I see them.
  • Lily: You cursed him last week!
  • James: He drew his wand first, if I recall correctly.
  • Sirius: You do. The greasy git went for that mangled stick of his while I was mid-sentence.
  • Lily: I don’t care. You are jerks!
  • James: Wow.
  • Sirius: Ouch.
  • James: That sure stung, that one did.
  • Sirius: I am unsure whether we will ever be able to recover from that fatal barb.
  • James: Oh, the shame!
  • Sirius: The embarrassment!
  • Lily: Just because somebody doesn’t have a fancy magical family, doesn’t mean they’re inferior to you.
  • James: I agree. [Peers almost nervously at his new friend who also happens to be a Black] What say you, Sirius?
  • Sirius: I think a lot of people are inferior to me, regardless of who they are or where they come from, because I already know I’m better.
  • Lily: Are you serious?
  • Sirius: Apologies. I assumed you were already aware of that. [Holds out his hand] Sirius Orion Black. Pleasure to meet you.
  • [Lily crosses her arms, unimpressed]
  • Sirius: [Dramatically rolls his eyes] For the sake of argument, I don’t give a toss about all that pure-blood nonsense. But I do believe in my own brilliance. I only get more and more brilliant, the more you get to know me.
  • James: You should believe it too, Evans. Have you seen this bloke’s hair? I mean, look at it!
  • Sirius: Thanks, mate. And you? You have great teeth.
  • James: Your singing in the shower? Excellent!
  • Sirius: I admire the way yo-
  • Remus: -Are two you going to flirt all day?
  • James: Perhaps.
  • Sirius: If we feel like it.
  • James: I have faith we could last that long.
  • Sirius: Merlin knows the endless many things there are to compliment me on.
  • James: You haven’t even seen me on a broomstick yet.
  • Lily: Your heads cannot possibly get any bigger! Just stop being so stuck up and stay out of my way.
  • Sirius: You are not the boss of us. We can do anything in any manner which we choose.
  • James: We are fully entitled to decide how we act on any given day - stuck up or otherwise.
  • Sirius: However, the rules of a civilised society may frown upon a certain obvious display of snobbery, so if that is your argument-
  • Lily: -I don’t have an argument!
  • James: We can give you a moment-
  • Sirius: -and ourselves a strategic sidebar-
  • James: -to formulate one if you want to continue.
  • Lily: I’m busy!
  • James: Oh, she’s busy.
  • Sirius: Translation: she concedes.
  • Lily: I don’t like it when people hurt my friends.
  • James: And you react when goaded.
  • Lily: I am not goaded. I am so far from goaded. Get out your compass, and I will show you how far from goaded I am.
  • Sirius: I think we’ve got a serious debater in our midst, gents.
  • James: And she’s ferociously loyal, lads. We’ve got to give her a louder hand for that.
  • Sirius: 'Angry ginger’ was spot on. Nice one, James.
  • James: Tell Snivellus we said hello.
  • Sirius: We promise to remember you instantly next time.
  • James: Now, Evans, can you actually tell me that wasn’t fun?
  • [Lily is speechless and her face is red while all the boys but James start to walk off]
  • James: Chief Warlock.
  • Lily: What’s that? A book?
  • James: No. That is what I want you to call me from now on. [Winks and struts away to join his friends without a backward glance]
  • Lily: Ugh.
under your skin feels like home

I’m done work for the week, time for more Kent Parson with his poly pagan partners. Being HEALTHY and having FUN and experimenting with GOOD COMMUNICATION SKILLS. 

2k, rated T, Kent/Maida/Luis, Kit Purrson appearance.

There are thousands of people in Las Vegas who neither know nor care that that there was a hockey game tonight.  In the vast ocean of black desert, the lights of the Battledome are dazzling but in their turn dwarfed by other parts of the city.  Kent climbs into a taxi outside the arena and sets out to join them.

His boyfriend’s band has scored a gig at a casino nice enough that Kent, too well-dressed to be a middle manager from Iowa, isn’t mistaken for staff.  

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anonymous asked:

I don't think Clarke is cradling her neck. I think it's Lexa's cheek and part of her lower chin. The usual spot when you're about to kiss someone. Like Lexa did in Season 2 kiss. It gives way too many feels anyway. I've watched the kiss-sex scene frame by frame as well. We see their hands but I keep looking for the other hand lol...I want to know where their hand at. Can u do a post about just that btw? I think your observation might give me a diff perspective.

It is her hand on her neck that is underneath her hair. It is the base of her neck. Clarke’s other hand goes down on the bed to support her and Lexa’s hand that is not on Clarke’s head is traveling up the arm that is cradling her neck. 

Kim Seokjin // Coffee

Summary: “Well, you never really forget your first love, do you?”

Originally posted by bwiseoks

Years. It’s been years since you’ve seen him. You haven’t seen his full brown head of hair in ages—in person—and you were hoping to keep it that way. As much as the kid loved visiting home, you never really were able to leave the house when he was in town, as you feared that he would see you and it would be six years ago all over again.

It wasn’t like you didn’t ever see him. He existed in everything you laid eyes on. That ugly mustard yellow sofa that you guys used to sit on for hours on end watching television. Those chopsticks he’d use to stab his food when he couldn’t get a proper grip on it. The multicolored pastel quilt you’d made him for your first anniversary that remains folded in your closet. If you brought it close enough to your face, you could still faintly smell his scent. And that damn radio. Whenever you turn it on, you always hear his songs playing. That angelic voice always made your heart skip a beat.

At least the apartment you stayed in wasn’t the same place. It was a smart choice for you to move to a different building, knowing that those memories would drive you mad. Nothing was the same without Seokjin, anyway. Especially that damn apartment.

It wasn’t that you two didn’t love each other anymore. It was that he had to be that free bird. He was to live the life of fame, and for that, he must let you go. He promised that he would be back one day, but you didn’t want him back. Three years ago, Kim Seokjin was the boy that broke your heart in the most loving way. He loved you, he promised he did.

So you both ended your three year relationship on “good” terms. But you still loved him and everything that reminded you of him. You just couldn’t bear to be reminded of it. Not when you’re sure that he doesn’t even spare you one thought. Why should he pursue you if you’re merely a memory to him now?

This apartment isn’t as warm as his hugs, but it still keeps you warm when Jin’s back in town. That’s when you coop yourself up inside until he leaves again. If you go out, what if he sees you? What if he becomes distracted? What if his fans find out? You didn’t want to be the reason Jin loses focus in all things around him.

But you really wanted a coffee. You had only heard of Jin’s visit last minute and you didn’t have enough time to do any grocery shopping. Coffee was limited in your kitchen and there was no reason to take a bus to the grocery store for just coffee. You’d be wandering that place for hours.

Going to the coffee shop was a much better decision on your half, considering how it was only a block away from where you resided. The moon was only about to reveal itself when you slipped away from your cozy place and into the aromatic cafe.

Once you got your coffee, you sat at a table in the corner of the cafe, staring out the window at the office building right across the street. The way you liked your coffee changed drastically since Jin left. What once used to be black coffee is now mixed with more than enough hazelnut creamer. You can’t believe you didn’t discover it sooner.

While others around you chat happily, you minded your own business, your mind is far too fixated on the coffee to really care about what’s going on around you. The voices of people are faded out into a low buzz as you admire the moon shining in the night sky. The walk home is going to be quite a peaceful one.

That is, until a finger taps your shoulder. It snaps you out of your mindless gazing, looking up at the person who had gently touched you—on the shoulder, but also in the heart.

A pair of warm brown eyes greets you, but they look more shocked than happy. You must’ve greeted him with the same look, because he relaxes and motions to the empty seat next to you.

“Kim Seokjin…” you whisper as if everyone around you is listening to your conversation when in reality, everyone’s too engulfed in their own conversation to realize there’s a celebrity in their midst. Or, well, just Jin to you.

“All of our friends told me you went on to live life as a hermit,” he says calmly, placing his pastry and drink on the table before sitting down.

You stare in awe at how beautiful he has become. You had seen him several times in pictures on billboards and online, but in real life he is far more handsome. Has time really made you forget every inch of his face? The face you used to see everyday? The one that showered you with kisses when he’d come home? You really forgot how beautiful he was, and how beautiful he is now?

“Only a hermit on some days,” you finally answer him after realizing that he’d been waiting for a response. “Though, I prefer to be called a rock. I stay in the same room all day and hardly move an inch.” You try to act like his sudden appearance isn’t affecting your thinking, but both of you know that it is.

He smiles at you. A smile that still gives you butterflies. But this smile is very different from the ones he gives to others. He gives others a friendly smile. This smile is one with the meaning of love, longing, and memories laced in it.

“Those days are not when I am back home, by chance, is it?” he points out the obvious, plucking your heartstring like one of a guitar’s.

“I’m sorry.”

“I suppose I shouldn’t be holding grudges. It has been three years, after all.” He takes a bite out of his pastry.

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