#havent watched since it first aired i think

[owenhcrper]

BBC Robin Hood 1.09 -  A Thing or Two About Loyalty

[scarlettfevor]

How it feels to watch minecraft diaries as a 21 year old woman

[hopkei]

oohhhh redblue manga shockingly has a translation online !!!!

[catboy-morro]

finished my rewatcg of crystallized and by extension the entire series i guess and wow they really just threw all of that away that perfect "and they all lived happily ever after" ending all gone wow 😭😭😭😭😭😭

[pagesofkenna]

Behold

I legit don't know if tumblr ever notified me that you'd sent me this video?? you texted it to me too but the video was so compressed I couldn't see what the dvd was - ITS INFINITY TRAIN?? ALL of the seasons in one disc set???? i'm so jealous omfg??

I need to come visit you for various reasons but when I do, we gotta dedicate a day to just binging the entirety of Infinity Train together

[iloveboysinred]

just read ur keith nsfw hc😩😩I ILOVED THEM SO MUCH N UR WRITING IS AMAZINNNGGG,, i was wondering if u could write some more keith nsfw, whatever comes to your mind💗💗

First of all sorry anon bub i had to touch grass and breathe outside air before i wrote this bc i havent written for Keith in a miiinute (sorry voltron feens, i been starving yall right along with the Zuko Stans 💔) but lets get right into it cause i woke up wanting to get active!

Afab! Reader here.

- so since you read my other hcs you already know i think Keith is a FREAK. And let me elaborate!

- dont let his emo lone wolf persona throw you off, cause once he gets through that beginning shy faze hes on your boddyyyyy

- backshot warrior. He likes to be at your ear at all times with his nasty, dirty mouth.

- so while he’s giving you backshots he’ll lean down, whispering nasty praise into your ear, or if its angry sex he’s teasing you about your moans and laying claim to you by leaving marks on you where he can reach you.

- “you’re gasping, your hands gripping the pillows to try and stabilize yourself from the rough back and fourth of Keith’s thrusts and his hands on your hips pulling you back onto his dick. You feel him lean down on you, his chest pressing up against your back. “So tight” he whispers, rotating his hips in tight, agonizingly deep circles. “This pussy’s so good. You’re so good f’me baby” he grunts, bringing himself down to nip and lick at your earlobe, his tongue hot against your skin.”

- he really likes to fuck in front of a mirror, especially if he’s feeling some type of way and wants you to watch as he fucks you open or he wants you to see your face when you cum all over his dick. Bonus points if he’s angry or jealous.

- “eyes on the mirror.” You could tell Keith’s patience was wearing thin, his voice curt as he grabs your chin, turning you back to look at the full body mirror in his room. He started up his pace again with mean thrusts rocking the headboard and filling the room with loud squelches as your poor pussy quivered and drooled around his girth. He had a tight grip on your hair, holding your head up and in place to watch as he fucked you within an inch of your life. “I’m the only one that can fuck you like this.” And he sounds so self assured, your tight walls clenching around him at his words and proving his words true. “Fuckin pussy was made just for me.”

- and dont get me wrong! Keith is a sap too. I genuinely feel like most of the time he’s the sentimental sex type. Like i’ll speak on Keith being a freak ass all day but i genuinely believe most of the time you both have soft, loving sex until yall get booted to space and all the crazy shit starts happening and he just has to take that stress out in other ways besides training.

-Like when you came to him about how you miss home and how you miss just being with him before this whole galaxy space war crazyness began, he comforted you, reassuring you that the two of you being together was as close to home as ya’ll could get. That night, he held your hands in his, fingers interlaced as he made love to you. He held your gaze in his, whispering sweet words and little nothings to you while he rocked his hips into you, slow and deep.

- quickie obsessed. Like i said in the hcs when he wants you he’ll have you. He’s lucky you’re just as down as him because the way this man will just drag you into whatever mildly secluded area and just either swallow your tongue and feel you up or straight up just try and bend you over is crazy. It only takes a misplaced touch or a sultry look and he smirking at you, nothing but ill intent in his eyes as he drags you away. And its even crazier that he has the audacity to act embarrassed if you ever get caught

- I feel like he genuinely likes when you’re a little rough back. Grab his hair, choke him, bruise him up a little and he’s loving it. Has literal hearts in his eyes when you take control and treat him so meanly. When you did it he was shocked the first time, but he definitely finds himself liking it, taking your dominance as a challenge to see who can crumble first.

-loves loves lovessss when you moan his name when he’s fucking you stupid. Its cute how you cant get a coherent word out, everything you say fading into mumbles and gasps.

- pussy EATER. He’s not a pro by any means but once you show him how you like it he does it just to see you squirm and rock into his face. He gets pussy drunk easily, and his eyes bore into yours every time as if he’s holding you down with his gaze.

Thats all i got anon bub. Thank you for your ask💟 AND THANK YOU FOR ENJOYING MY WORK I LOVE YOU

[libingan]

i havent had a proper sleep since monday!!!! do you know how much caffeine ive consumed to be able to pull these damn all-nighters?!?!?!? jesus fucking christ man

hopefully ill be able to sleep tonight 🙏

könig’s always been a little shy, a little hesitant. you’ve known that since the first time you met him, towering over you but never quite looking you in the eye. it’s almost amusing, how a man his size can be so... submissive, so easy to unravel with just a few soft words and gentle touches.

he’s practically trembling under your touch now, hands clenched into the sheets, his breath coming in short, ragged gasps. he’s trying so hard to hold himself together, but you can see the cracks forming, the way his body is betraying him. it won’t take much to push him over the edge.

you lean in close, your lips brushing against his ear as you whisper, “good boy.”

that’s all it takes. the moment those words leave your lips, könig lets out a strangled moan, his whole body shuddering as he finally loses control. thick ropes of cum spill from him, coating your hand and splattering across your face. he’s gasping, whimpering, his eyes squeezed shut in shame and overwhelming pleasure.

you can’t help but smile, watching him come undone so easily. pathetic, you think, though there’s a strange sort of affection in the way you look at him. he’s always been so desperate for your approval, so eager to please.

his cock is still twitching, hard and needy despite the mess he’s made. könig looks up at you, eyes wide and pleading, as if he can’t believe what just happened. his chest heaves with each breath, and you can see the flush of embarrassment creeping up his neck.

“look at you,” you coo, wiping his cum from your face with the back of your hand. “can’t even handle a few touches without falling apart.”

he whimpers again, shifting uncomfortably under your gaze, but he doesn’t move to stop you. if anything, he seems even more desperate now, his hips lifting just slightly as if begging for more.

“still hard?” you tease, glancing down at his swollen shaft, twitching in the air. “such a needy thing, aren’t you?”

könig doesn’t respond with words, just another low, pitiful moan as his hands grip the sheets even tighter. he’s completely at your mercy, and he knows it. the shame on his face only makes him look more pathetic, more desperate for the attention you’ve been giving him.

you hum softly, wrapping your fingers around his length again, watching the way he shudders beneath you. “don’t worry,” you murmur, stroking him slowly, deliberately, “i’ll take good care of you, könig. you just have to be a good boy for me.”

your lips curl into a sly smile as you see the desperation in his eyes, the way he’s barely holding himself together, trembling under your touch. it’s almost endearing, how a man like him—so massive, so intimidating—can be reduced to this. needy, helpless, and all for you.

“such a good boy,” you murmur, letting your thumb brush over the sensitive tip of his cock, smearing the remnants of his release across his skin. he gasps, his body jerking at the touch, but his hips instinctively lift towards you, chasing your hand, craving more.

you slowly pull your hand away and watch his reaction, savoring the way his brow furrows, the soft whimper that escapes his lips. he looks so lost, so desperate for you. and you’re more than happy to give him what he needs.

“you want more, könig?” your voice is low, teasing as you straddle his waist, letting your wetness brush against the head of his cock. his eyes widen, breath hitching at the sudden contact, but he stays still beneath you, waiting—like the obedient thing he is—for your permission.

“please…” his voice is barely a whisper, almost broken.

“please what?” you ask, leaning down to brush your lips against his ear, your breath hot on his skin. “use your words, könig.”

his hands flex against the sheets, knuckles white as he tries to keep control. “please... ride me,” he finally manages, his voice thick with need, and you can feel the way his cock twitches beneath you, aching for you.

you grin, positioning yourself just above him, letting the slick head of his cock press against your entrance. the anticipation is killing him, you can see it in his eyes—the way they’re locked onto you, wide and pleading, his chest rising and falling rapidly with each shallow breath.

“good boy,” you whisper again, and before he can say another word, you sink down onto him, taking him in inch by inch. könig moans—loud and unrestrained—his hands shooting up to grip your hips, his eyes rolling back as you stretch around him.

he’s so big, filling you completely, and the feeling of him inside you makes your breath hitch, pleasure sparking through your veins. you take a moment, letting yourself adjust to his size, feeling every inch of him pulsing inside you.

“fuck…” könig groans, his voice low and broken. his hands are shaking against your hips, fingers digging into your skin, but he doesn’t dare move. he’s waiting for you to take the lead, to set the pace.

and when you start to move, slowly at first, rolling your hips against his, könig’s head falls back against the pillow, his mouth falling open as a choked moan escapes his lips.

“so tight,” he mutters, almost to himself, his eyes squeezing shut as you ride him, your pace slow and deliberate, teasing him with every roll of your hips. “fuck… you feel so good…”

you can feel him twitching inside you, so close to losing control already, and it only spurs you on. you pick up the pace, riding him faster, harder, watching the way he falls apart beneath you, completely at your mercy.

“look at you,” you purr, leaning forward to press your palms against his chest, keeping him pinned beneath you. “so desperate to be fucked… so needy for me.”

könig’s breathing is ragged, his chest heaving beneath your hands as he looks up at you with wide, pleading eyes. he’s a mess—moaning, trembling, completely undone by the way you’re riding him.

“please…” he gasps, his grip on your hips tightening, his voice trembling with need. “please don’t stop…”

you smirk, leaning down to capture his lips in a bruising kiss, your hips never slowing. “i won’t,” you murmur against his mouth, feeling the way his cock twitches inside you, knowing he’s close. “but you have to be a good boy for me, könig.”

he moans again, louder this time, and you can feel his body starting to tense beneath you, his release just within reach. and you know, with just a few more thrusts, he’ll be yours—completely and utterly undone.

your hips roll harder against him, setting a brutal pace, and you can feel könig’s entire body start to tremble beneath you. his hands grip your waist like a lifeline, and his moans grow louder, more desperate with every movement.

“f-fuck—” he chokes out, his voice breaking as he tries to hold back, tries to keep it together. but you can feel it—how close he is, how badly he wants to let go.

“you’re going to cum for me, aren’t you?” you tease, your voice low and breathy, leaning down so your lips are just inches from his ear. “you’ve been such a good boy, könig… i know you want to.”

he nods frantically, his face flushed, sweat beading at his temples as he struggles to keep his composure. “i—i can’t hold it,” he gasps, his hips bucking up into you uncontrollably. “please… i’m so close…”

“then cum,” you whisper, grinding your hips against him harder, feeling him throb inside you. “cum for me, könig.”

that’s all it takes. with a broken, guttural moan, könig’s body tenses beneath you, and you feel the sudden, hot pulse of his release inside you. his grip on your hips is almost bruising as he rides out his orgasm, his entire body trembling with the force of it.

you don’t stop, your pace relentless as you push him through it, milking every last bit of pleasure from him. his moans turn into whimpers, his cock twitching inside you as you keep moving, pushing him further and further into overstimulation.

“don’t think we're finished,” you whisper, leaning down close to his ear, your breath hot against his skin. “i haven’t cum yet.”

könig's eyes widen, his breath coming in shallow gasps as he looks up at you, completely overwhelmed. “i—I can’t—” he stammers, his body twitching underneath you, sensitive beyond belief.

“you can, and you will,” you murmur, gripping his shoulders as you start moving again, this time faster, chasing your own release. “be a good boy and take it.”

könig groans, his hands weakly grasping at your waist, but he doesn’t stop you. he can’t—he’s too far gone, completely at your mercy. every movement sends shudders through him, his overstimulated cock still twitching inside you as you push him to his limits.

you’re close, the tight knot in your stomach coiling tighter with every roll of your hips, every moan that slips from könig’s lips. “just a little more,” you breathe, your pace quickening as you ride him harder, chasing that edge. “i’m so close…”

könig’s eyes squeeze shut, his teeth sinking into his bottom lip as he struggles to hold on, his entire body trembling with the effort. but he takes it, just like you told him to, his moans turning into desperate whimpers as you grind against him.

and then you feel it—the sharp wave of pleasure crashing through you as you finally reach your climax, your body tensing as you ride out the high. you cry out, your nails digging into könig’s shoulders as your hips buck against his, drawing out every last bit of your release.

only then do you finally slow, your body going slack with satisfaction as you collapse onto könig’s chest, both of you panting, completely spent. he’s still trembling beneath you, his breath ragged, but his arms wrap weakly around you, holding you close.

“good boy,” you whisper, pressing a soft kiss to his neck as his body finally relaxes under your touch.

[gamblersdoll]

𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄 𝐃𝐎𝐍𝐓 𝐒𝐀𝐘 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐌𝐄

a snippet of what could have been a good story.

angst at first, attempted assault, p in v, hate sex

“you always like to start some shit when it doesn’t go your way.” toji seethed, eyes glaring into yours as he looms over you. “you act like i wanted any of this to happen.”

“really? i couldn’t fuckin’ tell.” you spit back, arms folded and glaring right back at him.

he sucks his teeth, his arms shaking and heart racing with rage, anxiety, animosity. “always talkin’ about my faults, we never talk about yours.”

“oh really? what the fuck is my problem?” you ask, finally looking up to him and becoming chest to chest. you point your finger into his chest, rage flowing into you. “we talk about your faults because you have many more than i do.”

“well for starters, you bitch and whine all the time.” he gets closer, chest pressed to yours. “you talk alot of shit as if you have room to qualify.”

“because i do qualify, toji!” you bark, agitation flowing over you. “maybe i talk shit because you left me in the fucking dust as if what we had was nothing to you!”

“we were teenagers stuck in a fucking clan.” he deadpans, raising his own voice. “if you mean that little ‘relationship’ you think we had, i would just say we were fucking each other. nothing more or less than that.”

just fucking huh?

“you bastard— you said that you were in love with me!” you remind, a snarl coming from your throat.

“bitch- i was sixteen!” he shouts, his hands shaking more and hes growing more irritated, more anxious the longer this conversation goes. “you act like i cheated on you or something— we werent together!”

“and yet you promised me you would be better, that you wouldnt be an asshole— but look at you!” you slap the backs of your hands on his chest, watching his eyebrow twitch. “youre no better than the fucking clan!”

“the fuck did you say?” he asks, dumbfounded.

“oh, i gotta break it down for you? youre no better than a fucking zenin, because thats all you will ever fucking be!”

he blinks for a second, his brain allowing him to process the information and he swiftly raises his hand, quickly stopping himself before his palm reached your face. he grits his teeth, staring down at you.

“do it, i fucking dare you toji.” you warn, watching his eyes.

he breathes deeply, his hand wrapping around the back of your neck to pull you in for a deep kiss. a kiss you havent had since he left you in a empty house, that the clan had left you to essentially die in. you, still shaking, embrace the kiss as he forced his way inside of your mouth.

“sometimes,” he says in between kisses, “i really despise you.” he finalizes, hands all over you and his lips at your neck, a hand on your hip and a hand on your breasts.

“can say the same for you.” you retort, your hands tugging on the back of his hair and he groans.

the fact you remember he likes that… surprised him.

your back his the bed, eyes looking up to toji and moaning as he suckles on a hardened nipple, and a hand spreading your legs apart. the air fans against your bare clit, making you shiver.

hes gotten bigger, over the years. sure, he was a good size when he was younger with you, taller, a bit bulky, but now? hes massive— not mentioning his cock grew, too.

he aligns himself with your entrance, and you grab his shoulder. “if you think im wet enough for you to slam the whole thing in, we can call it quits.”

he stares at you for a second, face straight and his hands holding yours down. “if you want this to feel good, better ask properly.”

you suck your teeth, a heat coming to your face. “please, give me some kind of lube before you go in.”

“thats much better.” he sarcastically replied, sliding down to pull your knees apart, his breath fanning your clit and you jump slightly. he stops, looking up to you. “i havent even touched your little pussy, yet.”

“shut up..”

“guess you havent had any action in a minute, huh?” he asks, but doesn’t care for a response. he licks at your clit, a thumb hooking down inside your cunny and he suckles the nub of nerves.

you roll your eyes in bliss, hand going into his hair and you forget to tug at it, him reminding you to do so with your pussy in his mouth. his wet muscle slips inside, fidgeting with your folds and suckling at anything he can. “think ‘yer all prepped, now.” he gruffs, pulling himself back up to align with just you.

you silently wish he wouldve kept going, a hiss from both of you as he sinks inside of your velvety walls and you sit there for a moments time.

he stares down at you, eyebrows furrowed and he breathes heavier. his hands are already sweaty, but he pulls his hips back and pushes them forward in a agonizingly slow pace. he grits his teeth again, a groan in his mouth as he sinks deeper and deeper with each thrust.

your hands travel up his back, feeling the old scratches on his back you gave him all those years ago. theyve healed, feeling the slight scar tissue over his skin and you moan when he hits a new spot.

fuck you, toji.

and you scratch over the same ones, he groaning when you do so and his head drops. “fuck— you fucking bitch.” he breathes out, enduring the pain for the most part, but it still feels so good to him..

you feel good to him.

he grabs your throat, pulling you up and kissing you. his knees support him up, you being pulled along with him and him holding you in his lap, fucking up into your womb and swallowing your moans.

“toji..” you breathe out, you trying to hide your face into his shoulder, but he pulls you back as his hips start to bully their way into your walls. “toji..”

“this what youve been wanting again, right?” he asks, slamming you back onto the bed and his head goes to your neck, biting and kissing the tender flesh as he holds your hips down. “cum for me, fucking cum.” he growls his demands, his jaw dropping when he feels your pretty pussy clamp down and spasm around his length. “fuck yeah,” he groans, his big arms pulling your legs onto his shoulder as he puts himself into a new angle.

“to-toji!” you cry out, hands patting at his chest in a retort. “fuck— fuck!”

“uh huh.. me too.” he moans, pushing himself closer to you. your hamstrings burn, the stretch of him pushing your knees to your chest, just so he can get deeper makes you squirm. “fuck, gettin’ close.” he moans out, eyes rolling and he pulls himself away from you. hot, thick ropes spurt onto your thighs, him breathing heavy all the meanwhile.

you pulled your shirt back over your head, pulling the clothing down and he coughs. “you know.. i didnt have a choice in leaving you or not.” he starts off, his voice a little softer. “i truly didnt.”

you don’t respond, just focused on getting dressed while you try and think of something to say. “why did you leave?” you ask, of all things.

“im still not sure as why.” he responded, peering over to you. he licks the scar over his lip, a nervous tick. “yo can ask whatever you want.”

“why did you hunt me down?” you ask, something that had been eating at you ever since he found you a few days back.

he feels his heart pang, a deep breath. “..i uh—“ he tries to say, not too sure how to put it, other than what it is. he sighs, just saying to hell with sugarcoating it. “i.. fell in love with a woman.”

you stop all motion, your heart sinking to the pit of your ass and you turn to look at him. “what the fuck.”

“i know. its..” you cut him off, anger fueling your bones and blood.

“you track me down for years just to scream at me and then get your dick wet, just so you can tell me you fell in love with a woman?” you put plainly, because thats what he did, to the tea.

“better than me not telling you.” he rolls his eyes, pulling his jeans back up. “what the fuck do you want me to do?”

you both bicker back and forth, ending words off with ‘fuck yous’ and him storming off.

why did it have to be her and not you? why was she the one that healed you and what made you crumble at the same time?

[hansmic]

“don’t talk to me, people might think we are friends”

lee know x fem! reader

college au!

warnings: very slight cursing

I wake up to the smell of fresh air as the wind blows through my windows slightly pushing my hair to the side. The silence of my house way too loud to be normal. It was my first full morning in Korea.

I just transferred here from japan since my dad have a job offering he had to tend too here. I pretty nonchalant about it though. i didnt have any friends or people who talked to me at my old college in Tokyo. I was at the top of my classes which made people envy. But, my dad always says “new school new beginnings.” I guess i can look forward for my studies now in Korea.

“Y/N! You’re gonna be late for school. Get your ass up!” You hear your dad call out. You groan as you push yourself to get out of bed. You drag your body to the bathroom to wash up for the new day. After, you went to your closet seeing the uniform the school has given to you. It was pretty ordinary. It had a navy blue cardigan with a gold school logo sewed onto the front. A red tie with black stripes above the white shirt under it. As well as a gray pleated skirt. You left your hair out and grabbed your phone and the school bag you had.

You rush out your room say goodbye to your dad and walk out house as your eyes wince from the bright sun hitting your face. Luckily the school was walking distance from your place. You walked up to the enormous gates in front of you. Wow the school was enormous.

You roam the hallways for a couple minutes and get interrupted by boy slamming their head into you. The both of you plummet on the ground.

“What the Hell!” He shouts at you while he dusts off his clothes.

“I- im sorry.. i didnt see yo-“ you get cut off

“Save it.. watch where you’re going next time.” He rolls his eyes and walks past you.

Your face turns red of embarrassment. But why did he have to be such a jerk about it.

A boy comes up to you from behind and gives out a hand for you to grab.

“Hey.. are you ok?” You look up at him he had long black hair that went to his shoulders, glasses that were clearly too big for his face and a slight blush on his cheeks.

You nod “yes. yes im fine thank you.” You smile slightly.

He looks at you curiously “are you new here? I havent seen you here before.”

“Yes im new im from japan.”

His eyes light up “oh im from japan as well.” He says looking to start a conversation with you.

“That’s wonderful.. i would love to talk but i have to go to class see you around.” You wave.

He smiles and waves back as you past by him.

You walk into your classroom seeing there was only one seat left and it was next to that jerk who bumped into you. You rolled your eyes as you plopped yourself on that seat. He had dark brown doe eyes, dark hair that fell in front of his face, his lips slightly plump. You caught yourself staring and immediately snapped out it and paid attention on the paper that was placed in front of you.

The teacher spoke up from behind his desk. “We are gonna be doing a partner assignment i will be picking your partners.” The whole class whined and you were sure one of them because you ended up getting partnered with the guy sitting next to you. He comes up to your desk and slams his hand on it

“Guess we’re partners” he sighs. “What’s your name newbie?”

You stare into his eyes lost in your thoughts “hm? What?”

He chuckles, “is it cause I’m too handsome for you to handle.”

You scoff “what! No? I was just thinking about something.”

“Right… so… what’s your name?”

“Y/N.”

He nods slightly “Y/N….” ‘Mines better.”

You roll your eyes. “I bet it something basic.”

He scoffs and fake laughs. “You wish, it’s Minho.”

You shrug “ i guess it’s alright.”

he takes a chair and places it in front of you desk.

“So where are y-“

You cut him off “about the project..” you explain some stuff about the project for the next 20 minutes while he barely listens and just fiddles with his pencil.

“Are you even listening!” You raise your voice.

Flinches at your sudden raise of voice. “No i really dont care what you’re saying…”

“What do you mean you dont care! This is a grade!”

He shrugs “i have better stuff to be worried about”.

“Ugh you’re so conceited”.

“And you’re so nerdy.” He mocks you.

“You’re a jerk.” You get up and push past him.

He sighs “wait y/n i was joking-“he gets up to run after you but you slam the door on his face.

He immediately felt bad after. “Gosh this is what happens when i try to be funny…”

*TIME SKIP*

You guys ended up finishing the project with a good enough grade. As much as you tried to ignore Minho, he didn’t give up in trying to talk to you.

He grabbed your wrist in pulled you into an empty classroom. Your face turned bright red at the situation you were in.

“Y/N… im sorry… i didnt mean to be a jerk.”

“Yeah.. whatever.”

“Look at me! I’m serious.”

You look in his eyes, he looks sincere and his eyes have some sort of bright feeling in them. “I guess it’s fine.”

He smiles “Wanna hang out after school? I wanna get to know you more.”

You nod “sure.” This was your first time someone ever offered this or even talked to you in a new school. This was all so new. A good new.

You guys went to a nearby cafe and sat down and talked about your past and your life, and more. It was really nice talking to him.. he was a really nice person.

“So are you single..?” You were caught off guard by the question, almost choking of your water you were drinking. “What? No.”

“Yeah same never had a girl i liked at this school before.”

You nod not knowing what to say since the topic was pretty awkward. But he immediately changed the topic seeing you were uncomfortable. You guys continued. The lighthearted conversation until eventually he had to go home. You waved goodbye and walked home.

You guys grew closer as the year went on, talking to each other every day, hanging out after school. You grew a feeling for him and you thought he did too.

You were about to ask him if he wanted to hangout but he was with his friends.. you didn’t want to interrupt but you softly tapped his shoulder.

“Hey Minho want to hangout at the-“ But as soon as you were about to finish your sentences his friends started laughing. “Who does this girl think she is talking to us..” Minho looked a bit shy but suddenly he changed and said something i would’ve never expected. “Dont talk to me, people might think we’re friends.” He scoffed and laughed and joined with his friend.

You felt like you were just stabbed in the chest. As much as you guys hung out and shared your feelings and problems to each other he hits you with this.

You hold in your tears. “R-right.. i forgot. Sorry Minho.” He looked like it hurt him too but you left too fast to see his face.

2 days later he came up to you and grabbed your hand

“Hey Y/N”

You yanked your arm back. “What are you doing…?”

“Listen im sorry-“

You cut him off. “No we’re not friends remember? Dont talk to me.”

“Y/N.. look-“

“I dont want to hear it Minho!” You avoided him and walked the other direction.

It hasn’t been weeks since you talked to him it was killing you. He was the guy you always talked to for everything and he listened. You wanted to text him but you decided not to run for him.

Late at night someone knocked on my door but you were half awake since i was sleeping and you didnt really think of who could come this last at night. You opened the door to see Minho with a tear-stained face, he was crying. “Minho.. what are you doing here this late?”

“Y/N can we just talk.. I’ve missed you”

“I dont-“

“Just hear me out ok?”

You sigh and nod and let him in and you guys sit on the couch.

He grabs your hand “Y/N im sorry im so so sorry… i truly didnt mean what i said.. i- i was trying to be cool and fit it.. but i ended up hurting you.. and that was truly not my intention.”

“Why did you have to lie about me to them?”

He shakes his head “i dont know I wasn’t thinking straight i promise i will never do that again.”

“I-“

“I love you y/n! I love you…”

She freezes and looks into his eyes filled with sparkle. “You what?”

He grabs both of your hands and holds it in his. “I’ve had feelings for you all this time. The way you talk and care for me i just so amazing.. and you’re amazing.. and if you Dont like me-“

Before he could say anything else you pressed your lips on his. Passionately kissing him searching your mouth with his tounge.

You pull back “ did that answer your question”

He smiles and laughs “I love you

I love you too.

hope you guys liked this story feel free to request more :)

[angelicblondie]

Hi!

I love the PJO show ver. of Luke, I'm so very normal about him skvqmw

So, for a fanfic request, I was thinking... It's the 4th of July, so everyone is staying up late, and fem!child of Apollo user and Luke are off in a different part of Camp to see the fireworks. And well their alone and waiting, he confesses how he fell in love with her (they're dating to begin with btw), and she lights up.

Like, glow-wise. Like Will can do.

awww this is the cutest thing ever!! im not exactly sure what you mean by "glow-wise" (bc i admit i havent read any of the recent books bc i just couldnt get into them), but i'll try my best hehe <333

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the fourth of the july was your favorite day of the whole summer each year. you weren't exactly sure why - maybe it was that all camp duties were dismissed for the day, maybe it was that you held a deep love of america (which you didn't of course, but something about the fourth of july strangely made you a bit patriotic), or maybe it was that all the senior campers snuck off to the beach to watch the fireworks light. "snuck" might be the wrong word, considering chiron and mr. d definitely knew about it, but obviously they didn't really care since you guys never got in trouble.

moments like these were times you got to escape reality, even if it was just for a moment. it was a breath of fresh air to just be like every other teenager in the country, make a bonfire at the beach, and watch the fireworks. it was nice to pretend.

you, like every other person on the beach, had a red solo cup in your hands, taking leisurely sips. you decided to take it easy tonight - you wanted to witness the fireworks fully sober, which was unlike last year when you got plastered and your poor best friend (now boyfriend) luke had to take care of you the whole night. bless his heart!!

after spending the first half of the night chatting away with your girlfriends, luke came up behind you, placing his arms around your waist and resting his chin on your shoulder. you didn't even flinch, knowing it was him, and you leaned back against him, hugging his arms around you with warm smile.

luke greeted your friends (who were smiling teasingly at your lovesick expression) and asked to take you away, to which they gave in with no hesitation. luke whisked you away to walk along the shore, away from the gathering.

you hugged his arm as it began to get chillier away from the fire, and right by the water. you walked mostly in silence, enjoying the pure serenity and peace in the moment, loving the way his arms radiated warmth into your skin.

you eventually found a log to sit on, the chatter of the gathering being out of earshot, but the bonfire still being visible. luke tore off his hoodie for you, and you swore to him as you put it on that you would return it (which you both knew wasnt true).

even with his hoodie on you still cuddled up close to him, staring out into the pitch black water and starry sky. "where did connor and travis even get these fireworks?" you ask him, voice muffled into his arm.

luke chuckled a bit when asked about his siblings. "zues knows," he muttered, turning down to look at you, cheeks scrunched up against his bicep with a faraway look in your eyes. for some reason, he couldn't stop looking at you - the way the water view in front of you reflected in your eyes, the way your lips sat in a gentle pout, how big his hoodie was on you - it gave him a sense of pride that you were his. that he had somehow, someway, managed to get you.

he began to smile to himself, and shook his head, almost as if he couldn't believe this was his life. and the way you looked up at him, turning your eyesight away from the view solidified his admiration.

you looked up at him the same way you looked at the stars and sea just then - with wonder and serenity. you bit your lip for a moment, as if you were hesitating to speak. "when'd you fall in love w'me?" you ask quietly and curiously.

luke raises his eyebrows at your question. "jeez, sunshine, where'd that come from?" he asks, and you giggle softly. "i dunno, i guess i was j'wondering," you explain, still looking up at him fondly.

luke blows out a breath of air and looks away to think. he racked his brain, trying to remember. in truth, luke believed he had always been in love with you, or as least slowly falling over time. but, if he thought about it, there was one moment he remembered admitting it to himself.

it was on your last birthday, a couple months after the two of you had started dating. your father (apollo), like every year, had left you a gift on your side table to wake up to. this year it had been a necklace with a sun on it, and he remembered you were so excited. "its like i can carry a piece of him everywhere!" you had excitedly squealed to your boyfriend after breakfast. he also remembered all the other years before feeling a bit jealous - and being incredibly guilty about it. your father gave you gifts, and visited you in your dreams - yet his father could only ever give him a doomed quest. he always knew he should've been souly happy for you, and he was, but the fucked up and bitter part of him was a bit envious of the love you had received effortlessly. now looking back, it felt stupid, because he didnt need his father to love him - as long as you did, nothing else mattered in his books.

he guessed that it was then when he realized that he loved you. this time around, he couldn't even be jealous, because he understood. luke loved you so much, that if he could, he would give you just abut anything you desired, simply for existing. he didn't have it in him to be bitter, because he was just so happy that you were happy on your special day.

after a moment, luke turned back to you to explain. the whole time he spoke, you lips were twisted in a soft smile and your eyes were lit up, feeling in awe of how lucky you were. moments like these made you feel grateful for your boyfriend. you didn't exactly know what life would look like without him, but you knew you never wanted to find out.

you pouted. "aww, lukey, that was adorable!" you exclaim, your hoodie-covered fingers grabbing his face and placing a fat kiss on his lips. he chuckled. "alright, back up." he joked.

you giggled, resting you head on his shoulder. "love you, luke." you say softly and quietly.

"love y'too, sunshine." luke whispered back, scincere michief filling his voice.

not too long after, the fireworks were lit, and you and luke watched in awe as the bright colors filled the sky, hearing the distant whoops and hollars from the campers not far away along the shore. luke tried to distract you, peppering kisses on you face and tickling you, so you giggled you scolded him, telling him you wanted to enjoy the moment and look at the fireworks. but you knew deep down that his teasing would only make the memory sweeter, and undoubtedly unforgettable.

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[wisteriadumster]

Blizzard ❥ Arthur Morgan

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ARTHUR MORGAN X FEMALE READER

CW➻❥ ⋆ sex ⋆ making out ⋆ p in v ⋆ m! & f! orgasm ⋆ sweaty lots of sweat ⋆

WC➻❥1775➻❥ this isn't well proof read so any mistakes or odd things are purely accidental

Summary➻❥ you and Arthur are headed back to colter to find some things that various gang members had left behind. A storm begins to pick up so you go to one of the old lodges to stay out of the storm and stay warm. While by the fire you admit to Arthur that you want him, and he lets you have him.

A/N➻❥ sorry i havent posted i really just really didnt know what to write for a fanfiction

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Do not steal or translate my work!

 You were riding deep in Ambarino with Arthur. Riding back to Colter in search of a few belongings other gang members had left behind. “I think a storm is coming, the snow is falling harder.” Arthur rode beside you, the outline of Colter in the distance. “We’ll camp there then,” you responded and tightened the scarf that laid on your head. 

 You slowed your horse's pace with Arthur’s, riding to the stables that the gang had used just months prior. “Should we wait out the storm and look later?” You opened one of the pens for your stallion. “It’s getting worse by the minute so I think that's wise.” Arthur blew hot air into his cupped and gloved hands.

 You entered one of the cabins, wood still left over. Arthur started a fire as you searched Dutch’s old room. You dug around, looking for a pocket mirror that Molly had left behind. “Fires goin’ if you want to warm up.” Arthur leaned against the doorframe, watching as you close a drawer.

 You sat by the fire with Arthur, staring at the flames. “How are you, deputy?” You laughed at the fact a man like Arthur managed to become a deputy. “Oh shut up,” Arthur rolled his eyes, “it’s all for Dutch, ain’t nothin’ serious.” Arthur looked at you, slightly annoyed by your teasing. 

 “Since this storm isn’t clearing any time soon, can I admit something?” You watched as Arthur placed another log into the fire, Arthur didn’t answer, he didn’t care what you did or didn’t say. “I want you.” That piqued his interest, “‘cuse me?” He looked at you, unsure if he had misheard you. “I, want, you.” You were obsessed with how good he looked in that coat, “and what would you do if ya had me?” He played into your words.

 “Well first I would make you sit down.” You stood up, untying the scarf that covered your head. Arthur moved to his seat and sat down, “then I would build up to the moment.” You hiked your skirt up and sat in his lap, your hands cupped his face, and your lips hovered by his. “That’s only if I had you,” you teased, Arthur’s chest slowly rising and falling in the intimacy of the moment, “then I give myself away.” He whispered and kissed you first, you accepted it and rolled your hips in.

 You were so drawn into the kiss, your lips were squished together. You explored each other, Arthur’s lips exploring past your lips as he trailed down to the tenderness of your neck. You brought your head back, tightening those muscles his lips kissed. The feeling of his lips gently touching and sucking your neck was something you had never experienced but you yearned for it to never stop. A moan slivered out your lips in pleasure, Arthur smiled against your neck.

 “Aren’t I supposed to have you?” You push his shoulders back, you look down, already missing his lips. “Can’t I want you too,” he looked up through his eyelashes, his eyes piercing yours with a lust you were already addicted to. “Well if you can get me,” Arthur processed your words as you got up and disappeared into his old room.

 “No where you can go now,” Arthur smirked as you stood in the middle of the room. “First outlaw catch as a deputy.” You smile at the tease once again, “quite a memorable first catch.” He responds, watching as you slowly removed layers, regardless of the frigid temperatures, and raging blizzard. Arthur came close as you got to your thick dress. He looked down as the dress slowly fell down you, exposed skin getting a wave of goosebumps. Arthur dropped his gunbelt and satchel, letting them hit the floor which was becoming a pile of clothing. He removed his neckerchief, his gloves following behind. His hands went to remove his now unbuttoned coat, “keep it on,” you put a hand on his. He obliged and dropped his hands, staring as you stood in your undergarments.

 You stepped over the mass of clothing and kissed him, his unbuttoned blue shirt exposing his warm chest. His rough hands had a tight grip on your hips as he pulled you into him, holding you tight as your lips reconnected, locking themselves into a consuming kiss. Your hands traced Arthurs torso, going down his body's natural lines of his fitness. Arthur’s hands moved up your body, following your body’s shape as he held your waist before he trailed back down to your hips and then your ass, gripping it hard. A hand continued down and raised your thigh up, he rubbed up and down it. 

 Arthur pulled back, “stay here.” He disappeared, leaving you to shiver as he rose commotion in the main room. “Arthur?” You shouted in confusion, “come out Darlin’.”

 Arthur had pulled the mattress and blanket from Dutch’s room and set them on the floor where the chairs had been, there were also fresh logs in the fire. “Oh wow,” you were surprised by the set up, it felt so romantic. “I figured you’d get cold in just that, or when you’re out of it.” Arthur was sitting on the mattress.

 You began to crawl up from the end, crawling in between his legs. You were over him, now straddled on his hips, his hard cock pressing into your thigh. Your lips were brushing together as he pulled the straps of your underwear down, pushing the fabric down your body revealing more skin. Arthur let out air as he stared at your breasts, mesmerized by the sight. He kept pushing, leaving your undergarments scrunched at your hips. You got off Arthur, looking down at him, there was a slight smirk curling at his lips as he watched. Following the shape of your body as you pulled the clothes off, he kept his eyes on you as you tossed your underwear behind you.

 You returned to your spot, laying a trail of messy kisses down his body, starting at his lips and down to his abs. You stopped at his waistband, you ran a hand on his leg, going over his hard bulge which made him jitter at the touch. You undid his button and curled the waistband down, his union shirt blocking you. “After building up to the moment, I’d have you take control.” You whispered along his body as you came up, “oh really?” His whispers were seductive, you felt an arm graze you as his hand went to unbutton his union suit. “Really,” you whispered against his lips, grinning as you let them linger and connect as Arthur prepared himself. A hand went up the back of your thigh, the tips of his fingers touching your inner thigh, it made you twitch. 

 He held your ass as you pulled away and slowly, with his guidance, let his dick enter. It was smooth going into your absolutely drenched pussy. Arthur tensed as you let a gasp out, both adjusting to the feelings. Your hands went up Arthur's chest as you supported yourself, Arthur held your breasts, his thumbs circling and arousing your nipples. You began to rise and lower, Arthur went to your waist, helping to support you as you started to ride him.

“Fuck,” you moaned as you both began to gain momentum. Arthurs grip was getting tight as your pace quickened. “Darlin’,” he groaned in pleasure, captivated by your deep eye contact. You bit your lip as his tip hit the right spot. 

 You were both starting to sweat, the fire was blazing and surely contributing to the uncomfortable feeling that wasn’t in either of your minds. Your back arched with movement, your hips beginning to move in circles for added pleasure, both of you enjoyed. Your stomach was beginning to tighten with your on-coming climax.

 Your grinding was synced with Arthur’s thrusting, who was breathing heavily, sweat beading at his hairline. Your palms were pushing into Arthur’s ribs as your breathing quickened and your moans grew louder. “Oh, fuck!” You screamed as his thrusts began to quicken and hit that spot. “Don’t stop,” you managed in between a moan, your hands came in, your nails scratched Arthurs chest.

 Your legs tightened, your chest following behind. Suddenly with one final and intense thrust you both relaxed and mixed your moans with groans. You collapsed onto Arthurs chest, your legs twitched and quivered as your orgasm descended from its high. You laid on Arthurs panting chest, you were breathing just as hard and fast. Your hair was soaked with sweat, your body laying on Arthurs sweaty body. You were surprised he managed to keep his jacket on, you were hot, you could barely imagine how hot Arthur was. “Jesus,” Arthur mumbled as he came out of a haze.

 You came up, now sitting just above his hips. You leaned in and went for a gentle and caring kiss, your lips caressed each other before they linked. “I didn’t think I could be so hot in a blizzard,” you smiled against his lips. “Neither could I Darlin’.” He agreed, his hands wrapped around your back as he held you close. 

 “Quite a catch deputy,” You pulled back and sat up, a stupid smirk on your face. “I hope this didn’t teach you a lesson, I’d like to catch you again.” He played into the joke, “oh I’m sure you would, Deputy Morgan, or is it Deputy Callahan.” You giggled, looking at the attractive man under you, he was even hotter covered in sweat after sex. 

 “Should we go searchin’ for what we came for?” You were tracing his body again, “the storm is calming, but I don’t want this to end.” His hands were caressing your breasts and waist. “Oh this is just the beginning,” you winked and stood up, running to change.

 “When can I put my deputy skills to work again?” Arthur pushed back his own sweat-soaked hair and put his hat on. The cold air was cooling you fast now that you weren’t by the fire. “I guess next time I do something bad, like not contributing to camp.” You flirted with your eyes and you pulled your dress on. “Oh we wouldn’t want that,” Arthur came closer, buttoning his shirt as he came. You put your arms through your jacket, Arthur put his hands on your waist. “Meet me outside, then maybe I’ll catch you stealing that isn’t yours.” He teased, referring to you getting lost gang member items. “I’ll be on the lookout for something shiny.” You grabbed your gloves and scarf, ready to follow Arthur out of the lodge.

[seros-chaotic-scribbles]

Favorite Customer

sho haizono x [frostheim student] reader!

a/n: oh god i havent written a fanfic in YEARS! please be gentle with me (no beta because that's scary!!!)! apologies for any occ sho! this lil fic is dedicated to proxy from my TD guild! <3 enjoy!

The food truck had been a hit since it opened, attracting crowds of students during lunch and dinner. Faces blurred together and Sho struggled with keeping track of everyone. There were a couple of exceptions, of course, Subaru, Leo, the honor student, and you. 

At first, he thought you were a bit strange. Unlike the others who stopped by you tended to change your order. Each day brought a new dish with a handful of customizations that made him think you were purposely trying to annoy him. The first time he had decided to confront you on it led to no results. You were an expert at dodging the question, a simple smile and flutter of your eyelashes had him stunned, stuttering and quickly turning away to work. It was the way you effortlessly seemed to brush off his passive-aggressive nature, the fact that you decided to tease him for it rather than glare due to the reputation of his house. 

It made him feel… oddly soft.

He didn’t understand at first. The way his brain refused to comprehend your motives, the sudden increase in temperature that came with your arrival, the urge to prove that he could meet your requests with only a few complaints mumbled under his breath. He used to hate your visits, but now he looked forward to them. In fact, he was a bit worried at how Leo had started to pick up on his apparent ‘favoritism’…

“I told you, she’s just a customer.” 

Sho felt like he had repeated that at least ten times now. 

“Mhm… just a customer alright, one you let walk all over you anytime she smiles. I’m surprised you haven’t just started giving her meals for free.”

Leo’s tone was filled with disapproval and… disgust. It was hard to pinpoint the exact negative emotion he was expressing. 

“Yeah, yeah… Whatever…”

Sho had begun to tune out Leo’s rambling, instead turning his focus to getting ready for the dinner rush. Classes were done for the day and students were bound to be hungry. Hopefully, you would show up early and—

“I mean, I don’t even understand what you see in her. She’s in the same house as that dumbass who tried to fight you. Isn’t that a sign to ignore her?”

Leo’s voice was starting to annoy him. Sho could deal with his own belittlement but hearing the way the silver-haired teen talked about you had him tensing. He knew he could put an end to his words but there would always be a consequence. Knowing Leo it’d be something stupid, especially with his newfound vice captain privileges…

“Don’t you think it’s annoying how she always has to have a different meal? Oh and those stupid customizations that she manages to get you to do! You always get mad at me when I change something so why don’t you get mad at her too? What’s the deal with that?”

Fuck the consequences.

Sho turned to face Leo, staring him down inside the small kitchen area of the truck. He watched his friend blink slowly as if he was confused by the anger that was building up in the truck. 

“Get out.”

“What?”

“Get. Out.”

Silence filled the kitchen as neither of them moved. Tension started to thicken the air as the chatter of students could be heard. The rush would begin soon.

Leo moved first with a roll of his eyes.

“Fine, fine, I get it. Work has you stressed or whatever. Have fun!~”

Completely ignoring the real reason behind Sho’s anger, Leo took his leave with a cheerful smile. He didn’t seem to care about the state he had left his supposed friend in nor the fact that people were already starting to form a line outside the truck. At least Sho could use the rush to help get his mind off of Leo’s words and the… implications they held on his feelings towards you.

Time went by far too fast for Sho’s liking. His stomach held a slight knot from his earlier bout of anger and he struggled quite a bit with the number of students. He was definitely going to need to find someone to help… at least with prep work beforehand. It seemed like there was always something more to do.

But, what bothered him most about this rush wasn’t the work or the annoyance students showed when he took ‘too long’, it was the fact that you hadn’t shown up.

The sky was darkening and Sho watched as a few stragglers went towards their dorms. Soon the campus would be quiet. This had been the first time that you hadn’t shown up. You hadn’t mentioned anything at lunch about not being here…

So he decided to stay open. Just for a bit longer. Just in case…

The silence allowed him to think. 

Leo had been pushing him earlier, that much had become obvious. But why? It was like he was trying to make Sho angry, trying to force a reaction out of him. 

He didn’t… He didn’t actually like you, did he?

No. No, that was stupid. 

You had become friends. That’s all. Friends. 

Friends over a series of conversations, over food, over your careful observations of his cooking habits, over the way you endlessly seemed to come up with challenges for him, the gentle curiosity you showed, the concern when he mentioned leaving for training, or the bruises that followed.

He stood there, stuck in a particular memory. It was the day after a harsher training session with Alan, the bruise that had bloomed on his shoulder was obviously causing him pain. He tried to hide it and work through it, but you saw past his efforts. 

He hadn’t realized it but the way you insisted he take a break, just a day off to heal, reverberated around in his subconscious. Your tone had been so soft, so sweet…

“Oh fuck.”

He did like you. 

Leo had figured it out before him. 

Sho just had to hope that he hadn’t gotten to you beforehand, talked to you about it, somehow twisted it, and—

“Hey, Sho!”

Your voice broke his thoughts, pulling his gaze to you. You seemed slightly disheveled, and out of breath as you approached the truck. Stray hairs stuck to your face as you tried to regain your composure.

Had you sprinted all the way here?

“Sorry, I’m so late! Luca—“ you took a deep breath in before flashing a bit of an embarrassed smile,” He went a bit rougher on training today. I was worried you’d already be closed and I’d have to sneak into the Vagastrom dorms just to have dinner.”

Sho blinked for a moment. You would sneak into his dorm… to see him? The notion had his ears turning red as he quickly looked away, rubbing the back of his neck.

“I would just bring you dinner at that point… Sneaking in would only get both of us in trouble.”

“Aww Sho! You care about me getting in trouble? That’s so sweet!~” 

Your laughter filled the night air and for the first time that night, Sho felt his body relax. He shook his head before leaning against the counter of the truck, looking down at you.

“Whatever. What do you want tonight?”

He feigned disinterest but his small smile gave him away.

You pretended to look over the menu before meeting his gaze. There was a mischievous glint in your eyes. He wasn’t going to like this, was he?

“Let me cook for you.”

Huh?

Sho just stared.

Had he heard you correctly?

“What?”

“I said,” you held the word for a moment as you walked to the side door. There was no hesitation in your movements as you opened it,” Let me cook for you! It’ll be a nice change. Don’t look at me like that!”

He didn’t believe in your abilities. Maybe he shouldn’t make that obvious? I mean there was a reason you came to him for nearly every meal, right? He really shouldn’t let you…

But when you looked at him like that he didn’t know if he could say no. There was determination in your eyes and a confidence that you didn’t seem to have before. Maybe it wouldn’t hurt… Plus it was just one meal…

Sho sighed, crossing his arms and shaking his head. If this ended in disaster he would never let you live it down. 

“Fine… Just don’t make a mess.”

“I won’t! Scouts honor!”

You did a two-finger salute before moving towards the fridge, opening it, and searching through the leftovers from the dinner rush.

“Wait…” Sho leaned against the counter, watching your movements as he considered what you said,” Were you ever even a part of the scouts…?”

Your lack of response didn’t help his confidence.

It wasn’t long before a pleasant aroma began to fill the food truck. You had ignored Sho’s questions about what you were making and instead kept the conversation flowing by asking about his day. He didn’t have much to tell but he hesitated when mentioning that Leo had been hanging out with him before the rush.

He saw the way your body tensed slightly upon the mention of his friend and the dread in his stomach from earlier returned. Had Leo mentioned something after all…?

“I don’t mean to be rude but…”

You started before trailing off, keeping your head turned towards the stove. You sighed for a moment before trying to start speaking again. It was clear you were putting a lot of thought behind your words.

“I know he’s your friend and all but don’t you think it’s rude that Leo knows you could use a hand but refuses to offer?”

Sho relaxed at your comment. You were just peeved with Leo’s laziness, nothing else. That was good at least. 

He shrugged as he moved to stand next to you, peering over your shoulder curiously.

“Leo only does things that interest him. Plus, he’s a terrible cook.”

You snorted at that before glancing at Sho. He swallowed, trying to avoid staring at you but it was hard when you seemed so relaxed. The slight smile on your lips seemed to hypnotize him. They looked so soft. 

Then he realized that you were saying something. Something that he had completely missed. He was an idiot. 

“What do you think?”

Your voice was so deceptively sweet. You absolutely knew he wasn’t listening. He refused to admit it though. That would be even more embarrassing.

So, he looked away, awkwardly clearing his throat.

“I didn’t know you could cook.”

“You didn’t know or didn’t think I could?”

“Want me to be honest?”

“Sho!”

You lightly nudged him, pretending to be annoyed at his underestimation of your abilities.

“What?! You come here for almost every meal. It was a reasonable assumption.”

“Do you think I only come here for the food?”

Your boldness caught him off guard. 

Sho turned back towards you, his heart beginning to race. His eyes were wide as he struggled to talk. He needed to say something! Anything! You were starting to look so unsure of yourself now, a blush taking over your features.

“Cute.”

No! Don’t say that!

He wanted to bang his head into a wall when your blush increased tenfold. He felt one of his own start to consume him as he started to rub the back of his neck. He should be suave, charming, not struggling like this. 

You two seemed to be at a standstill. Neither one of you could speak or look away. It was infuriating but in the best way. Sho couldn’t help the smile that formed on his face as he cleared his throat. 

Well, now or never right?

“I’m glad that you aren’t just using me for food.“ 

Oh, that had come out wrong. So wrong. He swallowed before trying to continue.

“I like seeing you every day! I wouldn’t mind if we, y’know, uh… spent more than just lunch and dinner together…”

He trailed off, suddenly unsure. He was trying to read your expression, it seemed to be a mix of shock and excitement. Your face was bright red and you were smiling. That was a good sign! 

Sho hadn’t realized how close the two of you had gotten. He was lost in the moment, struggling with how to express this softer side of him that he hadn’t paid attention to your movements. He watched as you slowly blinked before starting to talk.

“I’d like that too.”

It was as if time was moving in slow motion, your lips had just begun to brush his when—

“Is something burning?”

Sho had pulled away when the scent of burnt… whatever it was you had been making quickly took priority over the moment you two had been having. The two of you quickly worked in tandem to try and save the meal but it turned out it was beyond saving, much to your frustration. 

Luckily for you, there was someone who was more than happy to make you something else. 

[dollfaced-erin]

𝔻𝕣𝕒𝕘𝕠𝕟'𝕤 ℂ𝕣𝕒𝕕𝕝𝕖 (Blade x F!Reader x Jing Yuan)

PART 14

PART 1 , PART 2 , PART 3 , PART 4 , PART 5 , PART 6 , PART 7 , PART 8 , PART 9 , PART 10 , PART 11 , PART 12 , PART 13

A/n : -

Hi ! Sorry i've been long ! i hope yall havent been waiting until you go stale on me hehe ! I hope all of you have been well while i was gone and been good ! I just made the masterlist and im pretty happy with the way it turned out for me. I've been going through some irl issues and wasnt able to write as often. but since im warming up here more, i think i'm able to adjust to my life here and be able to write again per usual~! someone ples hit me if i forget...

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(Y/n) walked back to the Matrix of Prescience once again, head held high as if she hadn't succumbed to the sea of Lunarescent Depths earlier. Her body felt no pain, but the lingering feeling of being impaled was a constant reminder in the back of her mind.

"Are you sure you're ready for it ? Don't you think you need more rest ?" Bailu asked worriedly as she watched the former reigning high elder stand from the resting position she was placed in earlier.

"No. I've had enough rest. I need to get back to my loyalties." She said, looking at the princess behind her. Sorrow flashed in her eyes as they landed on the shackle on Bailu's tail.

Then she bent down to the girl's height, her heart throbbing in familiarity and familial. She raised a hand and ruffled Bailu's purple locks, a soft smile on her lips.

"Hey...when I'm back, I'll make sure I'll get those damned Preceptors to release your tail from that shackle." (Y/n) said soflty.

It didn't take a genius to know that Bailu's shackle was a Vidyadhara artisan specialty. In fact...she knew that the power that almost...resonated from the relic was used to seal her powers that overflowed from the young dragon lady.

"I'm off now." (Y/n) said, getting up and turning to leave the area. But then she felt a small force tug at her draping cloth from behind. As she looked back with a raised eyebrow, Bailu's eyes were looking right up at her, with worry and with a certain...desire.

"Yes...? Is there anything you need, Miss Bailu...?" (Y/n) said softly, eyes softening at the sight of the pouting girl.

"When...when you come back, can you...can you teach me some High Elder magic...?" she asked softly and shyly.

(Y/n)'s eyes widened before a small smile formed on her lips. "I can try, since my powers are halved without him. But first, I need to fix what I'm supposed to, and repay debts of old. Then when I come back, I'll do my best."

"Promise ?"

(Y/n)'s eyes softened as she crouched in front of the young girl, holding her pinky out.

"Promise."

As much as it all ached, she had work to do. She had regained most of her olden memories that had impacted her in her past. She had come to terms that she is indeed Dan Jia. But at the same time she was (Y/n).

But most importantly she was herself.

High Elder or not, sister to a convicted and exiled criminal or not, she had undying loyalty tied to the land she was standing on. And as the sister to the exiled prince, she had to reimburse and repay the debts that had long been buried by her slumber and his exile.

As she stepped into the Divination Commission's main divining center, she heard gasps of awe and surprise.

She supposed that her current air and facade that she withhold was no longer the same as she was before the memory resurgence from the Matrix of Prescience, the awakening of the Ambrosial Arbor, the Stellaron burst and the endless sea of Lunarescent depths.

By the flight of stairs before reaching the core, (Y/n) caught sight of a petite pink haired lady, looking quite nervous from her stance. She was a little hunched over, an arm across her chest as the other was brought to her lips, biting at her nail gently.

"Lady Fu Xuan." (Y/n) greeted, and the master diviner looked at her in surprise, her golden eyes widening in shock and masked relief.

"L-lady (Y/n) ! A-are you alright ?" The lady asked, and (Y/n) simply raised a hand to wave off her concern, and the diviner silenced herself.

"I am fine. I was brought here to seek out the meaning behind my relapsing visions and wavering consciousness by Jing Yuan. I thought that the least I could do now is come over and assist as I should." (Y/n) said simply.

Even while being someone impatient and disliked the authority of someone above her, namely Jing Yuan, Fu Xuan remained silent as she gazed at the taller woman next to her in awe.

A calm, cold and calculated (e/c) gaze, lips pulled into a small frown, eyes trained onto what lies ahead, arms crossed over her chest, the silky (h/c) hair and regal oriental clothing, the intricate earring that hung from her pointed ear and the horns that perched on her head.

She was the epitome of power and grace.

"If you wish to assist..." Fu Xuan noted, looking at (Y/n). "You might consider lending a hand to the Nameless. Currently they're on the way with a help of a guide after dealing with the spies of the Elixir Seekers lurking within the crowd."

"But I'll have to confirm with the General before I allow you to join them. He should have the last say for he is the one that took it upon himself to take any responsibility for your actions or anything regarding your wellbeing." Fu Xuan said as she began to walk in front of (Y/n), climbing up the flight of stairs.

"Come, right this way, Lady (Y/n)." Fu Xuan said as she ascended the stairs, the dragon lady not far behind her.

"Let's talk to the General for a bit before they arrive."

"Princess...how are you ? I haven't heard of you in a while and quite frankly to say, I was interested in your condition." The familiar smooth voice of the general caressed all ears that were present. Namely, (Y/n) and Fu Xuan.

The general stood before them in the form of a hologram, arms crossed over his chest as a lazy cat-like grin pulled across his lips, towering before the former High Elder of the Luofu and the Master Diviner of the Divination Commission.

"Smooth way to say you were worried about me, General." (Y/n) said with a small chuckle, earning raised eyebrows from the general at the mature and reformed (Y/n) before him.

But he chuckled, and shook his head. "Well, I suppose you could put it that way, (Y/n). Therefore, let me rephrase myself. How are you ? I heard everything and was pretty worried about you."

"I'm fine, thank you. I have...per say...come to terms with my condition and fully stand responsible for whatever has, will and would take place." (Y/n) said with a gentle smile, tilting her head a little to the side with her arms crossed over her chest.

"You never cease to amaze me, my moon..." Jing Yuan said with a chuckle, and his hologram reached out to caress her beautiful silky (h/c) hair that shone beneath the moonlight.

A slight blush dusted her cheeks as she saw the hand. Upon instinct, she would've leaned into the caring and warm hand that was large enough to caress her cheek. But she stiffened a little as she remembered warm lips that once touched her own.

Was this really okay ?

She had an unsolved relationship status with Dan Jia's past lover. Does he count as her own lover as well...? But...

She did find that man that named himself Blade very attractive and alluring. With those sharp scarlet eyes, that defined and sculpted figure and face, his beautiful dark hair and deep sultry voice. And the man does not live by his past identity. Just like how (Y/n) doesn't associate to being one with Dan Jia.

Is it selfish of her to relish in the love by two different men...?

It...isn't forbidden is it...?

Ah...she'll think about that later...

For now...she just wants to lean into his hand and relish in the warmth she knew that palm exuded from the numerous times they had exchanged small intimate gestures...

"Ahem !" a sharp coughed pulled the two out of their dazes.

Pulling back, (Y/n) face turned a bright red and (e/c) eyes blown wide with surprise and embarrassment. Her eyes averted their gaze to the ground and she heard a smooth chuckle from the general and an unsatisfied sigh from Fu Xuan.

"If you're going to show off your intimacy, please do it somewhere and sometime when the situation isn't so dire and in the eyes of the innocent public !" Fu Xuan said, irritation in her voice.

"I..I apologize. I didn't mean to react that way..." (Y/n) said, her cheeks beaming red.

"No need to apologize. I do agree that I am quite the...catch. " The general said with a smirk and the two women groaned in annoyance.

"Back to the topic at large," Jing Yuan said with a hearty chuckle. "Diviner Fu, how are things progressing ?"

We're fluctuating between the heaven and thunder trigrams. A step forward bridges no distance hence..." she said, looking down thoughtfully as she recounts what she had foreseen and received word of.

"And...for those who don't speak Fu Xuan...?" Jing Yuan asked, tilting his head to the side a little at the use of such big and fancy analogies by the small pink woman before him. Even (Y/n) had taken a moment to actually register the flowery words.

"Ahem..." she coughed, before looking at the towering general before her with disappointed and troubled eyes. "It's an utter disaster. How's that for a Divination Commission fortune ?"

"After trying to recount and retell the chapters of the past, no, even before that...the Matrix of Prescience has slowed down and stopped operating and the symbols have dimmed. There are Stellaron spirits wreaking havoc inside the commission and the Cloud Knights are struggling to protect civilians." Fu Xuan said and (Y/n) looked...worried and guilty.

Was this all her fault...? As in...was peeking into her past the reason why the Matrix of Prescience has stopped working ? Has her awakening triggered the rampage of the spirits of the forbidden disease ?

"...I want to restore the Matrix of Prescience but I have no forces available..." Fu Xuan said with a shake of her head. "And on top of that General, we still have to deal with the Stellaron Hunter you handed us. If that's not an utter disaster, then I don't know what is..."

Then Jing Yuan let out a hearty laugh. "But you're Fu Xuan the seer-- the boundless omniscient !" Jing Yuan said, trying to motivate her. "Bringing luck and avoiding misfortune is your strong suit, isn't it ?"

"You don't need to flatter me, General. It's natural for fortune to fluctuate -- there's no escaping it." Fu Xuan said with a serious frown on her lips. "The Divination Commission simply does its best to uncover the good and the bad and then make the right decisions. We have no magical means to turn the tide."

"And that is precisely why we need you in charge. When it comes to handling clairvoyant Stellaron Hunters, who better than Fu Xuan the seer ?" Jing Yuan said with a proud smirk. "As for reinforcements, you didn't think I'd be unprepared, did you ?"

"Look next to you. Standing proud and tall is the former High Elder herself, a piece of what was meant to be boundless power." Jing Yuan said, gesturing to (Y/n) whose cheeks dusted red at the compliment. "I'd warrant that her power is enough to wipe out a whole platoon with a single swipe of her fan."

"And look," Jing Yuan said, gesturing for the two women to look behind them, where the team of the Nameless had arrived by the top of the stairs.

"Help has just arrived."

"Master Diviner, I brought you the guests." Said a young woman with the brightest emerald eyes (Y/n) had seen. "Though...it wasn't your order i received."

Fu Xuan let out a sigh before turning to give the general a look and a small smile. "So, General...even the guests are on the payroll these days ?" she asked and (Y/n) laughed softly.

"Well since they're already here, I may as well make use of them."

"Couldn't you phrase that a little nicer instead ?" (Y/n) said with a laugh. "You wanted to use flowery language to convey your feelings, but have no problem with revealing intentions."

"What can I say, princess ?" Jing Yuan laughed along. "Strike when the iron is hot, they say."

"Ah, Lady (Y/n) ! Are you alright ? Qingzu told us she had sent you here before us." March said, looking at (Y/n) worriedly, noticing that there was something a little different to (Y/n).

A much more...confident and royal air to the dethroned princess.

"I am fine. Thank you for worrying, March. Don't worry, there is nothing to fret over. I merely had...some enlightenment and answers to questions that have been gnawing away at me for some time now." (Y/n) said, a kind look in her experienced (e/c) eyes.

And she saw something in March click for a moment as she said that, but dared not voice her opinion. Especially not in front of the Master Diviner. Then the Nameless were beckoned to the side by Fu Xuan, and (Y/n) was left to talk to Jing Yuan, who she hadn't seen for a while.

"General..." she started before the hologram raised its finger close to her lips.

"Shh...none of that now, princess. Call me Yuan. No need for the formalities either, for we are closer that mere acquaintances, are we not ?" The lion general asked, and (Y/n) nodded, a soft blush on her cheeks as she was left with him alone to discuss.

"Y-yes..." she said softly, bowing her head a little in embarrassment. Locks of (h/c) hair fell forward, revealing the small trinket that dangled from her pointed ear.

And Jing Yuan noticed.

"(Y/n)..." he started softly before looking around to assess that it was only them that were listening in to their conversation and other pair of ears.

"Did you meet with Blade ?"

(Y/n) froze in her position, blood running cold and palms felt sweaty. Her (e/c) eyes wide with fear and horror. She cursed in her mind, forgetting that the windchime that hung from her ear.

She immediately got up, a hand to her ear as she looked at Jing Yuan with a small smile, trying to hide and lie her way out of the mess she had created. "N-no. Of course not--"

But she was cut off by his chuckle, finding the situation adorable and amusing. "No need to lie, princess. Not alot of craftsmen in the universe are able to create something as detailed and intricated but the man on the run."

"And I understand your past relation to him--" "That's not it, Yuan !"

"Oh ?" The General asked, looking at her with a little surprise in his golden eyes at the flustered woman before him. Then he smiled warmly and teasingly, as he took in the sight of the beautiful horned woman before him.

"Don't worry, princess, I don't mind sharing. But I don't intend to go down without a fight either." He said with a dark chuckle as he leaned in to (Y/n)'s ear.

"After all...lion's are quite possessive of what they are passionate about, right ?" He whispered into her ear.

As he pulled back, he relinquished in the sight of (Y/n)'s red face. Although he was merely a hologram, his sweet whispers felt almost real, as if his warm breath had really just brushed the shell of her horned ear, as if his fluffy white hair had tickled her bright horns perched proudly on her head like a crown of sorts.

Before (Y/n) could stutter out a reply, they were interrupted by a call of (Y/n)'s name by Fu Xuan. (Y/n) was about to leave, when she looked at Jing Yuan for one last time.

"Go, my moon. And remember. Whoever he was in the past, isn't the same as he is now. For both of them." Jing Yuan said, with an affirmative nod. "Trust your heart, and all will fall in place."

As (Y/n) gave him one last nod, she left, turning around to head towards Fu Xuan and the Nameless. The general kept watch of her as her figure grew more and more distant of him, his heart pounding in his chest.

He wanted to reach out to her, to hold her close and never let her go. He knew he was sending her into the face of trouble, but he couldn't let such a pretty bird keep her wings folded forever...

So he clenched his hand by his side, watching her walk away with a loving gaze in those usually cold and calculating honey-glazed eyes of his, his lips opening to whisper a small wish he heard her heart would reach if her ears didn't...

"I trust your judgement as much as I trust you with my heart, my love."

[cloudcountry]

wait, are you a piano? piano, azul lover?? :0 if so, helloou I follow your other blog, I love your opinions <3 but if it's not you, the same, helloooo I'm glad to find more blogs xd well I would like to request headcanons for riddle, azul, vil and rook reacting to their female reader (they are already in an established relationship~) doing this: " happy-pharrel williams by: cara delevigne :) " just like the video mc is a model who is always herself, dances and likes to make faces in her photo shoots ;)) tkm!!

SUMMARY: Riddle, Azul, Vil, and Rook dating goofy model!!

WARNINGS: None!!

COMMENTS: i don't have another blog so i think you have me confused with someone else ^^" but hello anon!! you are actually my first requester and i thought that video was really sweet (in a weird way AHSGFDAH) sigh i havent heard that song in YEARS.

~~~~~

Riddle Rosehearts

At first, Riddle doesn’t know what to make of your photoshoots. The pictures his mother had hanging in their house did not look like the pictures you take at all.

You’re going to have to tell him that those pictures his mother has are of really really old people that posed for hours and not modern modeling.

“Wait, so you mean you don’t wear—?” “Nope! I wear modern clothing and my shoots are super chill! You should come watch sometime!”

It’s nice to see you so happy though. You're so confident when you're in your element. It’s a side of you that Riddle truly admires since not many have your charisma. It’s a quality he values in the Queen of Hearts (even though his dormmates will tell you he doesn’t have much of it himself, oops!)

He will actually make time to come to your shoots since you asked him to. He’s a bit awkward, eyes darting around the room at all the equipment he doesn’t recognize.

Then he sees you, and you wave so happily to him that he can’t help but smile too. He’s surprised at how calm you are in front of the camera, and even more surprised when you start making silly faces and dancing around.

Once your shoot is over, you bounce over to him with a smile and ask what he thought. Well, he thought you were stunning. But is he going to tell you that straight up? Unfortunately, no he won’t.

But it’s obvious enough in his pink cheeks and proud expression.

Azul Ashengrotto

“Well, my dear angelfish, if you ever want to have a photoshoot in the Mostro Lounge, I would not be opposed to allowing you that opportunity!” Free promotion for the lounge hell yeah!

Azul is shocked when you not only take him up on his offer, but use his tables and chairs as props. He walks in on you brandishing a chair like it's a weapon, screaming bloody murder as you stab at the air.

He’s flabbergasted. He is bamboozled. He is shocked. Angelfish...what are you doing?! Despite all his questions, he hangs back and watches you work, eyes wide and brow furrowed in confusion.

He watches you set down the chair and run over to the bar, where you place a glass on your head and balance it for the camera. Azul tenses up because omg that glass is EXPENSIVE—

He has to hide his face in his hands and scream quietly when you set the glass down and run to one of the tables, climbing on top of it and beaming at the camera. He doesn’t understand what kind of photoshoot this is at all.

Like, how is he supposed to use these as promotional photos? People should not be acting like this in the Mostro Lounge...he’s only making an exception because it’s you.

There’s a small part of him that expects you to start taking things seriously at some point, or that you’re just joking around with your crew right now. That time doesn’t come.

Your photoshoot wraps up, and you run over to Azul and hug him tightly. He laughs nervously, patting your back.

“So angelfish...what was all that?” “It’s how I model!!” Gah, he can’t say anything to that smile.

Vil Schoenheit

Vil is impressed to hear that you’re a model and offers you a collaboration. Of course, that offer will only stand if you’ve been following his skincare routine.

Now, Vil is a more serious model. It proves difficult to model with him, but surprisingly, you two manage! The crew thinks you may have a telepathic connection or something.

Because while Vil is posing, with no expression on his face and he holds the camera's gaze, you’re behind him with his hair dryer, pretending to dry your hair.

There's another shoot they do where Vil poses for you, and you’re pretending to do his makeup. You stick your tongue out and shut one of your eyes for emphasis, a dramatic facial expression that makes Vil want to roll his eyes.

He adores you, he really does, but he didn’t expect you to be so goofy in your photoshoots. Especially when you start dancing around with cans of spray paint.

You threaten to spray him and he gives you an ice-cold glare that only makes you laugh even harder. “Improvised hair dye,” you call it. Vil can’t say he agrees, but since you didn’t actually do anything to his hair he can’t complain.

Once the photoshoot is over, Vil takes mental notes on your style of modeling and suggests the next photoshoot should be about contrast.

You shrug and say it sounds fun, and Vil is baffled that you agreed so quickly, but then again should he really be surprised? You’re all about having fun.

Rook Hunt

Oh, Rook adores this! He thinks you look radiant and would buy tickets every day to see you frolic on whatever set you’ve chosen.

He would love to prep you for the shoot too, whether that be makeup or hair or helping you with your outfit! Please let him help...please.

Your crew might have to kick him out if he makes too much of a racket yelling about how amazing you look.

It really is quite flattering, but sometimes they need things a little quieter so you're not too carefree.

He'll bring you a bouquet after every modeling session just to display his unbridled support (but not without a cheesy line about the flower's beauty being nothing compared to you.)

If you ever bring up him being in your photoshoot, Rook will be shocked but absolutely elated. You want him in the presence of your beauty?

He fits your carefree attitude so well and is a natural in front of the camera!! Of course, if any of the people working your shoot mention this, he'll start rambling about Vil's beauty and how it prepared him for this day.

I hope you're ready to have a guest at your photoshoots a lot now!! Rook isn't letting this one go.

[the-patrex]

unpopular opinion: the eleventh doctor is more "evil" than the tenth doctor (for the record i love both of them and i don't think either one is Actually Evil i just couldn't think of a better way to phrase it)

strongly agree| agree | neutral | disagree | strongly disagree

to be sooooooo fucking honest I havent watched 11s run since it first aired, so grain of salt w all of this. I do think 11 did put waaaaay more of the silly fun facade front about the HorrorsTM of their existence then most doctors do (13 does that too but... worse from the companions viewpoint). But I think all his stuff was very Doctor behaviour, he just had way more people telling his shit was actually kinda weird (like All of good man goes to war stuff). Basically 11 had more people that didnt enable his shit behaviour so his actions seem worse imo

[wooeo]

the niki hc of him clinging to enha girlie since i-land is cute! do you have any more i-land hcs for the rest of the members?

bc i saw a clip of sunoo walking around, looking for ppl to share a tub of cheeseballs with and the first thing i thought of was “how adorable would it be if sunoo and (name) were snack sharing buddies since i-land?”

whenever one of them has a snack, the other one comes up to them and asks for a bite. and they could have weekly gossiping sessions / kdrama watching while eating new snacks they wanted to try together

- 🔮 (i hope you’re not getting tired of me being in your ask box a lot lmao. i just love additional member aus)

(i would never get tired of you in my ask box, you're more than welcome to send me your thoughs <33) i have this whole iland thing im working on (barely) but also i havent watched it since it aired so my memory about it is fuzzy 😭

being snack buddies with sunoo omg cute !! the two of you being found sharing food 😢 after debut he would def come to your room and you watch movies together and snack and talk shit so true sunoo complaning about the other boys and you pointing out that he's the same as them 😭

also me thinks you and heeseung would randomly harmonize during iland... like you're sitting next to each other and one of you is quietly humming and then the other joins in and it feels like an angel entered the room

ijbol you know that face jungwon makes whenever he's near a skz member? 😭 he def had a hard time controlling his face around you. baby was so flustered everytime you as much as looked at him 😭😭 once you praised him and he got so red in the face he had to leave the room 😭😭😭