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[scariusaquarius]

Hello, Lyn! Would you perhaps be willing to write something for number 71. “Kiss me, quick!” with Hawks? 👀 (I was Narnvaeron perviously, I don't know if I mentioned changing the username and avatar lol).

Of course I remember you!! I hope you're doing well, sweety! Happy New Years Day!!

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Keigo 'Hawks' Takami x Reader

71. "Kiss me, quick!"

Undercover missions could go one of two ways: A) No problems encountered, and the mission goes incredibly well or B) every single thing that could go wrong does.

Unfortunately for you and Hawks, the mission you both were on decided to go with option B.

Currently, you two were in the middle of a battleground; trying to weave your way in and out of the different alleyways and buildings in hopes to losing some of the villains that had caught wind of who you two were, and though Hawks could have flown the both of you out of there, he had unfortunately encountered Dabi, of whom had burned a ton of his feathers off.

So, the sky-high hero was reduced to the ground and the man was frantic. He held your hand tightly as you led him, doing your best to find a busy part of the town in hopes of losing the villains.

Coming upon a packed flea market, you tugged Hawks' hand and hissed as he stumbled slightly.

"Come on, I got an idea!"

"Really? I thought the idea was to run like hell."

He was panting slightly, sweat running down his temple and neck, and you said in earnest.

"Well, we can't hope to outrun them like this. You're wounded, I'm winded, and we need to find cover and fast. Here, take this!"

You indiscreetly stole a couple of hats from one of the clothes vendows and slipped it onto his head, making the man's golden eyes widen in awe.

"Oo, disguises? Good thinking, dove! I've always liked playing dress-up."

There was a tone to his voice that revealed his lack of enjoyment, but you paid him bo mind as you yanked some shawls from another vendor without them looking and quickly scuttled away to wrap the shawls around yourselves.

Pulling out your sunglasses, you could have laughed at the way Hawks' face scrunched and flinched as you practically smacked them onto his face.

Turning around, you scanned the crowd before cursing when you noticed the villains coming your way. Luckily, they hadn't spotted you two yet, but they would the closer they got.

So, you turned to Hawks and grabbed him by his shirt, making his eyebrows shoot up as you hissed.

"Kiss me, quick!"

You didn't give him a chance to initiate, slamming your lips against his, and Hawks swore he was going to combust from blushing so hard. His hands were hovering over your hips in shock before the man melted, pulling you closer and pressing into you.

Your hands splayed over his chest before wrapping around his neck, and the man hummed softly as your fingers played with the hair at the nape of his neck.

It was bliss for him, the feeling of your soft lips against his making his mind reel, and Hawks could help but to smooth his tongue over your bottom lip; silently begging for entrance.

You allowed it, your tongues intertwining, and you could hear the scoffs of disgust as the villains passed you both by.

With a nibble to your bottom lip, Hawks pulled away before smirking and raising his sunglasses so his golden eyes could look down at you, his cheeks flaming red.

"Gotta say, I wasn't expecting that, but I wouldn't mind a couple more of those."

You were embarrassed, muttering.

"I saw it off of a movie and thought it would work."

"Oh, yeah? You sure you didn't just want to get some lovin', sugar?"

He wriggled his eyebrows, and you rolled your eyes, grabbing his hand and quickly guiding him to safety.

"You're insufferable."

"Give me another kiss or two, and I might stop~"

[shoichee]

Hello! Can I perhaps ask for no. 28. “Make me” from your prompt list for my beloved Imayoshi? It's so nice seeing him here on your theme and avatar and that pERFECT url, it feels like I finally found my people.

HELLO HELLO, and YES I WAS SO SURPRISED THAT NO ONE TOOK THIS URL... considering that it was just an alternative spelling of shoichi and its a rlly short handle too mwehe // im sort of a particular person when it comes to how something looks, whether itd be outfits, drawings, coloring, and the UI of a blog, u name it.... i may have spent hours trying to have the perfect colors for this theme PLEASEEEE, but without further ado here is our man, our little shit, Imayoshi

@knb-kreations howdy! another new work posted here!

Imayoshi x Reader

28. “Make me”

Word Count: 2331

prompt list here

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Imayoshi doesn’t exactly know how he feels about you.

Scratch that, he does know. He’s quite amused at the shenanigans you pull on others around you, and a lot of times, you actually elicit a few dry laughs out of the guy. Other times though, he’d wish that you would just shut the fuck up, especially when all he hears amidst his studying was your loud “whispering” and “hushed” jokes. How you were always nearby no matter where he is was still a mystery that he casually ponders about from time to time. Perhaps your natural tendency to project your voice creates the illusion that you were near when you really weren’t?

No matter, such trivial thoughts can’t occupy his mind when college entrance exams loom closer. Then again, they weren’t particularly difficult; they were simply a hassle to secure near-perfect scores, especially when his chances of admittance rely critically on how well he does.

“That’s an awful drawing of a samurai,” Susa comments, snapping Imayoshi out of idle thought.

“Ho? Is it really terrible if you were able to tell what it is?” Imayoshi chuckles. “The point of a drawing is to convey the right idea or emotion. It seems that my drawing skills hit a bulls-eye with this sketch, no?” He playfully spins his pencil around, patiently waiting for his reply to goad him.

All Susa does in response is to roll his eyes before he turns his full attention back to his notes. He knows better than to try a comeback against Imayoshi, who can easily make it backfire against the person with a pleasant close-eyed smile. Imayoshi, seeing Susa’s nonverbal resign from engaging further banter, also looks down back to his book of scribbled notes and chicken-scratch drawings before he exhales an inaudible sigh.

School just doesn’t cut out to be mentally stimulating for him. It’s a little too repetitive and mundane for his taste.

“Argh!! Oh no!” your voice rang out, despite your poor attempt to be reasonably quiet. “I forgot applications for the Coca-Cola scholarship are due today!”

Coca-Cola… what?

Everyone looks up to warily eye you, and your few friends, who are currently rushing to pull you down and slap their hands over your mouth to mute you, were panicking at the new attention you managed to garner. Even still, your mind seems more fixated on whatever was on the laptop’s screen, rather than what they were doing to you.

Imayoshi can’t help but stifle his audible mirth from how you manage to change the mood of the entire library within seconds.

“How do you even forget something as important as a huge scholarship like that?” Susa says in dismay. “Makes me kind of wonder how (l/n) would handle life after graduation, to be honest.”

“Well,” Imayoshi begins. “I wouldn’t worry too much. It’s best not to underestimate (l/n)-san. Surely we’ve learned our lesson with Seirin?” He toys with the pencil grip before he sporadically draws some lines loosely resembling another sketch.

“Drawing again?” Susa raises a brow. “Have you even been studying?”

“Well,” he replies. “There’s still plenty of time before exams—months to be exact. Could you even study with the current distractions in here?” At his own words, he nudges his chin in your direction.

“It’s not just any exams though, it’s—”

“Whether they have more importance or not doesn’t really concern me. After all, standardized testing isn’t worth stressing out for when we’ve taken essentially the same thing all our lives.”

“What most are worried about is the content inside the exams, Imayoshi,” he said, carefully treading into dangerous waters with Imayoshi’s tendency to take all replies as mind-game challenges for his own amusement.

“‘If you have been paying attention consistently throughout the year, you wouldn’t be having much trouble…’ that’s what you once oh-so-wisely said to Wakamatsu yesterday, hmm?” His mimicking tone drips a hint of arrogance. “Unless you mean to tell me my ears do not work? But by all means, please feel free to correct me.”

“That’s different,” he sighed, his face clearly evident that he was done with Imayoshi’s shit. “That exam only tested content for the past year, not your entire academic repertoire over the courses of middle and high school.”

“I’d like to think that the logic still applies the same way.”

“Well,” Susa heaves with a languid stretch. “You generally score better on the exams than me, so you’re probably right. Still, don’t neglect your studying.”

“Right, right, Susa-senpai~”

“... Please don’t call me that again.”

“... If you say so,” he said, but his smile blatantly showed his real intentions of never stopping his irritable quips. Susa gets ready to pack up his book bag before he heads out the door with a friendly wave. Imayoshi half-heartedly returns the gesture with a casual wave of his own. He immediately notices you also packed up and about to leave with a worried frown, and of course, while audibly mumbling your concerns and makeshift schedules to accommodate time for last-minute essay writing. By now, all of your friends have left for home.

“Ah, biology lab due next week, kanji worksheets due tomorrow, hmm, um, how would I finish this on time… ah, calculus test is tomorrow too, ah shit… should I ask someone to tutor?—ah, but it’s super last minute, and there’s still that scholarship… argh, fuck!” Your voice peaked in volume at the end, and the librarian immediately shot daggers at you.

“Shhhhh!”

“A-Ah! S-Sorry, sorry!”

Imayoshi was watching you with his chin on his arm propped up on the desk, unable to control the smile that escaped his lips. You really were entertaining to watch, and you never cease to bore him.

He turns away to crack his neck and roll it around before methodically packing up his writing utensils and notebooks. Soft shuffling filled the air as he rearranged the items inside his bag. As he turns to pack the last thing on the table, which happened to be the notebook filled with his idle doodling, his face slightly softens at the drawing he did after the samurai. Yes, the one Susa chastised him for when he could’ve been studying. Yes, perhaps he was right when he was terrible at drawing after all; your panicked face and wild hand gestures didn’t really translate well into paper, and it looked a little too much like a horror comic and less than a sketch of you. Still, he’s oddly proud of it.

Imayoshi promptly pushes the chair in and leaves the library, but when he rounds the corner of the adjacent hallway, he bumps into you.

“Er—hi! I mean, please, uhhh… if it isn’t too much to ask—canyoupleasetutormeforthecalculustesttomorrowbecausemyfinalgradedependsonthat?”

Imayoshi winces at the sheer volume of your voice and plugs his ears in out of habit to block out some of the decibels. Wakamatsu was eerily similar to you in that regard. Only difference between the two of you was that you were deceptively intelligent. Extremely so.

“My, my, if it isn’t (l/n)-senpai!” He fakes a surprised look, earning him an eye roll on your end. “You need someone like me to teach you the works?”

“I—what? We’re literally in the same calc class, Imayoshi,” you retort. “Besides, drop the ‘senpai’ honorific. It feels so slimy when you say it so disingenuously… Aren’t we both 3rd years too?”

“I’m so hurt,” he mocks. “What if I was really genuine with you?”

“Look, right now, no remarks from you, Evil Glasses,” you say. “It’s really, really urgent and I don’t know how to grasp the material for the class lately, plus my essay, ugh…” You rub your fingers against your temples in an attempt to make the stressful headaches disappear while Imayoshi simply watches with his eyes slightly open.

“... You usually do well on all your exams, no? Unless my eyes and memory fail me.” It was true; even though you were as loud-mouthed as Wakamatsu, you would often shock a lot of people when your name always appeared in the higher percentiles of exam results. Apparently most students and teachers associate your rowdy personality with an expected subpar academic performance. He has you to thank for when your score reports always cause reactions of utter disbelief from the teachers. You really do liven up the school and make it a lot more unorthodox.

“I guess…” you mumble. “But I really wanna do especially well for this one because math is my weakest subject, and you always score the highest for these types of exams, so…”

“It may be my best subject,” he says, leaning slightly closer to your face. “But I’m not the one with the highest scores in any math subjects throughout these years, and we both know that quite well, don’t we, (l/n)? Why don’t you come clean about the real reason why you’re here?”

“Oh my literal fuck—Imayoshi, you’re one of the best students in calc right now regardless of exam results,” you petulantly huffed, not backing down from his intimidation. Imayoshi notes your cheeks reddening, and he figured it was either because of the close proximity between your faces or the fact you were frustrated… perhaps both. “And you’re the only one around here on campus who I could ask!”

“Really now,” he chimes, moving closer to whisper in your ear. “Are you sure?” With incoherent stammers, you backed away from him, slapping your hands against both of your ears to protect them.

“W-W-What the fuck are you doing?!”

“Looks like I won this one, (l/n)-san,” he purrs, relishing the fact that only he could render you this quiet. “Ho? What’s wrong? Cat got your tongue?”

“I—Shut up!” you lamely shoot back. “You can just say no if you really don’t wanna do this—urgh, I’m leaving, I’m not gonna waste any more time—”

“How hurtful,” he dryly remarks, standing up straight again after leaning for a quite a while. “It’s almost as if you’re rejecting me~” He knew you would always take his bait and quip back (unlike Susa), regardless of whether or not you tell him that you weren’t going to engage further.

“As if,” you snorted, making another exaggerated eye roll. “You’re the last person who would ever be hurt from this.”

“Dear me!” he exclaims. “Have you ever considered that perhaps I don’t help out people for free? Did you think I would be a gracious, selfless person who would help you like a saint?”

“Okay, fine! Perhaps I didn’t think that far ahead, okay? You just were the first person that came to mind, and I thought asking you wouldn’t hurt.” His smirk widens almost maliciously at your words, lips already opening to deliver another irritating quip before you immediately spoke again to stop him. “Okay, Imayoshi, you little shit, just shut up—I don’t wanna hear anything from your mouth right now.”

“I don’t see any reason why I should listen to you at all,” he muses. “Why don’t you make me?” He has a shit-eating grin plastered across his face, eagerly eyeing your next move, and as he expected, you let out a frustrated noise that prompted passerby students to shoot pointed looks towards the both of you.

What he didn’t expect was for you to take a huge step towards him, unceremoniously pull him down to your level, and press a reverberating smack on his lips. His eyes are immediately blown wide open to look at your embarrassed, but determined face. His fingers unconsciously move to touch his warmed lips.

“... That was quite romantic, wasn’t it, (l/n)?” he dryly says, recovering almost immediately from the shock. All the other students fled from the blatantly bold scene to save face. Not that Imayoshi really cared.

“Okay, you know what? Bye, I’m not gonna play anymore mind games with you,” you grumble. “Essays and studying aren’t gonna be done by themselves—wah!”

Imayoshi gently tugs you back to reciprocate back a kiss, meticulously slipping his hands behind your head and on your waist to accommodate you. Your eyes are completely open from the shock that the Imayoshi Shoichi was actually kissing you. You don’t close your eyes from the sensation, completely entranced when you make eye contact with his half-lidded eyes watching your every reaction closely. The kiss ended all too soon, and Imayoshi separates himself from you, secretly admiring your dazed look.

“That was quite a strong reaction to just a simple kiss.”

“I—that was not just a ‘simple kiss!’”

“Now would you like to tell me the true reason why you approached me?”

“You’re… insinuating that you know something.”

“Well we wouldn’t know unless you come clean,” Imayoshi purrs. “I can sometimes be wrong too.”

“Ugh, what the hell—fine, I am quite enamored by you, and uh, I… find it infuriating to be with you, but it also gives me butterflies… so I thought I could be with you more… if I asked you—don’t get it twisted, though! I still need your help to study!...” He covers his mouth to suppress a laugh at your honesty.

“Was it really so hard to say that in the beginning, (l/n)-san?”

“Okay, that’s it! I’m really, really leaving! Fuck off, Imayoshi, I swear to—”

“Ho? Just a minute, darling~” he tuts, reaching to hold your hand. “Perhaps if you offer more kisses as an incentive, I’d be more inclined to offer my expertise.”

“How quaint,” you dryly reply. “It’s almost as if we’re in a relationship.”

Imayoshi can’t help but bark out a genuine laugh. You even managed to pick up some of his mannerisms so quickly.

“That’s an interesting proposal, (l/n),” he murmurs. “Should we try that?” You tut at him irritatedly as you tug your interlocked hands while speed-walking ahead.

“Hurry up, or I’ll consider breaking up with you right now.”

“Ah ha!~” he chuckles at your attitude. “How mean, (l/n)-san! Too bad that we both know that’s not going to happen anytime soon.”

[fizzyxcustard]

For the sleepy/cozy prompts, could I ask for Thorin and 36. “This is embarrassing but I had a bad dream and back home when this happens I normally just crawl into bed with my mom or sister but since they’re not here anymore can I sleep with you?” 🌹

Prompt masterlist

You stood by the window of Beorn’s barn, looking out across the rolling hills. The moon was high in the sky, beaming its gentle rays down on the land below. The images of the bad dream you had just had still kept appearing suddenly in your mind, and for a second, you had to place your hand on to the window frame to steady yourself. 

“Are you alright?” a deep, gentle voice came from behind you. 

“Oh,” you said, turning on your heel. “Umm, yes....” 

“Why are you up? We have to leave early in the morning and you need rest,” Thorin told you. 

“I could ask you the same question,” you giggled. 

“That is true,” Thorin chuckled. This was the first time you had ever heard him laugh or chuckle, and it was a beautiful sound. It lifted your heavy heart and you couldn’t help but smile. “You should smile more often. It suits you.” 

“You are trying to distract me now,” Thorin said, his smile fading. “Why are you up?” 

“This is embarrassing, but I had a bad dream,” you began. Then you turned your gaze towards Thorin. His fur pelt looked so warm and inviting. “Back home, I normally crawl into bed with my mom or my sister, but since they’re not here, can I sleep with you?” 

[blackbutler-readerinsertsandjunk]

May I ask for the scenario with Sebastian and his lover having a meaningful pillow talk in the night? Something etheral and melancholic for my hopelessly romantic soul, if you could. Thank you a lot ♥

oh man, I hope I captured this mood the right way! it’s something I’m very weak for myself

For a moment, SEBASTIAN thinks that (Name) may have fallen asleep. That’s something that often does happen with the two of them after sex; she cuddles up to him and simply closes her eyes. The next thing he knows, she’s giving off that easy, deep breathing that means she’s drifted off.

He concerns himself with staring out the window at the nearly-full moon and clouds passing by it. As he does, he strokes his lover’s hair, only all too happy to keep her comfortable. A part of him thinks he’s lucky to have her. Another part is haughty enough to think that she’s lucky to have him. Perhaps, he eventually decides, those statements aren’t mutually exclusive. They might both be lucky.

As a demon doesn’t technically require sleep, Sebastian is more than content to lie here all night, shifting his gaze between her and the night sky. That is, until his fingers pause, and he receives a syrupy, “Mmmh… why did you stop?”

He glances down with one eyebrow arched, clearly amused. “Feeling awfully entitled to my touch, aren’t we?”

“Please,” she laughs, “after what you just did to me, you should be happy I’m settling for you playing with my hair instead of asking for another go.”

The favor is returned with a low chuckle rumbling up from his chest. “Would you rather I just played with your hair, or would you like to go again?”

She offers a thoughtful hum in reply. “― No, I really like you stroking my hair after we make love.”

“‘Make love’ is an incredibly soft phrase for what we did tonight,” he smirks.

“Oh, hush.” (Name) presses herself against his side, twining one of her legs around one of his and slipping a hand under the blanket to lay on his bare chest. “You know, I do love you, though, Sebastian. Sometimes I wish you would sleep so I could be the one to watch you for a change.”

Sebastian resumes combing his fingers through her hair as he thinks about that. It makes him wonder if she might prefer someone human like she is, but then again, she did just say that she loved him, that she just wished he slept. If she would like someone human, she likely would have said she wished he were human. “Well, I could certainly try.”

“Noooo, you don’t have to.” Her fingers glide gently over his skin, rubbing back and forth between his pecs. “We could just talk.”

He gives a kiss to the top of her head. “Of course. I like talking to you. What’s on your mind?”

He can feel her shrug in his arms. “I mean… nothing much. I’ve just been thinking lately how much I love being here. How fortunate I am to be serving Ciel, able to spend so much time with you, and to have such good friends. There was a time I wasn’t sure I’d have any of this… and now I do.”

“I can’t say I don’t understand the feeling. To be honest, though it may not surprise you, there’s ― not much accounting for positive relationships among demons.” His fingers tangle up her hair, taking satisfaction in the way it curls around them before being allowed to fall back down. “You’re probably the first good thing I’ve ever had. The first good romance, anyway.”

“And the others?”

“There are certainly worse masters than Ciel, and I’ve served some of them,” he admits. “Mey Rin, Bard, and Finny… they’re not the best at their jobs, but overall they’re not so bad.”

“Mmh,” she sighs. Her eyes fall closed. “Soma and Agni?”

“They’re good people. You know,” he muses, “I’m still surprised Agni considers me a friend. In all my years, I don’t think I’ve ever truly had a friend.”

“Never?”

“Alliances, maybe, between other demons.” It’s his turn to shrug. “Tenuous at best, harmful at worst. But that’s how demons are.”

(Name) shifts around to rest her head on his collarbone. The look on her face, when he steals a glimpse down, is so blatant he can practically hear the gears turning in her mind. “What about your parents? Your mother and father? Surely demons have families.”

He has to smile at her innocence. She has such a big heart and such hope for the world; it’s a pity he has to shatter it with his honesty. “Not like humans do. I only ever knew my mother. And she… taught me everything I know, but I feel she would also be thoroughly disgusted with me for my current situation.”

His lover frowns a little, though to her credit, she doesn’t look broken up beyond belief. It’s almost as if she expected that answer. “That’s a bit sad.”

“Maybe. Again, it’s just how demons are. We’re often very solitary creatures who don’t have the same values as humans do. Very few of us understand the concept of morals as humans know them. We have our own sort of moral code, but it’s… different to humans’.” He wraps an arm around her, pulling her close. “I’m surprised I enjoy the company of humans as much as I’ve learned to. Mother would be disappointed.”

The way he says that makes (Name) think that his mother’s disappointment is something Sebastian revels in. It’s only because of such a tone that she snorts, though she instantly puts her hands over her face. “Sebastian!”

“What?” he murmurs as if he has no idea what he’s said that might earn himthat reaction. “It’s true. Besides, when I have you, what do I need anyone else for? The only one I might like other than you is Ciel, and that’s only because his soul is―”

“― Delicious, I know,” she groans. “Do we have to talk about that right now? No matter what you want him for, Ciel is my friend and master. I care about him.”

He leans down for a kiss, running his tongue lightly between her lips. “Yes, I know, my dear.” And he smiles against the edge of her mouth… a sure sign that he’s about to tease her. “You needn’t be jealous, you know. I harbor no feelings for the young master the way I do for you, and it’s not like your soul wouldn’t make a fine meal. It’s just that I would need quite a bitter wine to go with your soul; it’s far too sweet on its own.”

It’s a wonder she doesn’t shove him away, though she’s laughing at his remarks. Of course she isn’t the least bit jealous of Ciel ― she adores him, and he only wants Sebastian in the context of getting revenge, and Sebastian only wants him in the context of dinner. Adding in all the commentary about her soul being sweet? Oh, he’s terrible. “Sebastian!”

That he laughs at her while pulling her close suggests he knows exactly what he’s done wrong and simply doesn’t care. “Yes, my lady?”

“You are incorrigible.” She lavishes a string of kisses to his jaw before snuggling in tucked under it. “It’s good for you that I happen to like incorrigible.”

Both of them are quiet for a long minute, while she traces patterns on his chest and he twirls her hair around his fingers. Finally, she speaks up again, barely above a whisper: “Sebastian?”

“Yes?” He matches her volume almost effortlessly.

“… I said a moment ago that I love you. Do… you love me?”

More silence blankets the room. At long last, when Sebastian speaks, it’s slow and deliberate. “― As much as a demon can love anyone.”

(Name) tightens her grip on him. “And… how much is that?”

He can smell insecurity and curiosity a mile away, and so he holds her as close as he’s physically able to, and presses a kiss to her head that is both fierce and gentle, to reassure her.

“Quite a bit,” he whispers. “I have never been so happy to call someone mine.”

[stvrmhondss]

i fall in love just a little bit, every day with someone new

“my castle isn’t far from here”, caspian replied, still smiling, did he never get tired of smiling so fucking much, “you can stay there as long as you need.” and then he held out his arm for quentin to take it. eliot expected his own eyes to pop out of his head any minute now. or in which the gang ends up in narnia and meets a very handsome prince.

[thecardsimagine]

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Now, this is something I wholeheartedly enjoyed!...

Wow, thank you for your thoughts, they made me really happy! I am glad you enjoy this piece, thanks for reading ♥

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[random-imagines-blog]

I love your imagines, you're very talented writer and I thank you for all the hard work you do for all of us to enjoy, you're the best!

Oh gosh, thank you so much, I needed this today! I’ll always try my best for you guys.

[finnofamerica]

Ooops I'm crying

Sweet Nothings

Pairing: Kíli x Reader

Word count: 3,898

Warnings: None

Author’s note: None

Synopsis: Kíli is not aware of the impact his words have upon you.

„Is she avoiding me?” Kíli inquired, his piercing gaze glued to your back when you were riding a horse barely few steps ahead, leaving the Durin brothers at the very end of The Company. Not that any of them were complaining, on the contrary, it was a perfect opportunity to finally share a word or two about the current situation, which—surprisingly or not—seemed to be way more serious than the wargs chasing after you all. “I mean it, she did not spare me a single glance since we escaped the Goblin Town!”

“I think you may be a little bit overacting,” Fíli stated matter-of-factly. “Tell me, when was the last time you had a conversation with Bifur, hm?”

“And why would I have a conversation with him?” he frowned in confusion.

“To prove my point that sometimes you chat with one person, then another and there is nothing odd about it. It does not mean that she is avoiding you, she is simply… occupied.”

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[luna-redamancy]

Could I get a Kili with the prompt of smiling in between kisses? I rlly love your writing and I was so excited when your event opened!

Hi Nonnie! Thank you for participating! I'm so glad you enjoy my writing and I hope you enjoy this little fic:

“What’re you doing?” Your voice was laced with amusement as Kili looped his arms around your waist while you stirred your pot of soup. The aroma of celery, onions, and carrots met your nostrils but so did the sudden onslaught of him. Cinnamon, fresh pine needles, and a slight lingering smell of sweat from being outside for so many hours with his brother and uncle. 

“Loving on you,” He responded simply, a cheeky smile on his face as he nuzzled his face in your neck, peppering kisses in his wake. 

“Goof,” You murmured your tone scolding but you were not at all upset with this sudden burst of affection from him, quite the opposite actually. You leaned into his embrace, tilting your head to the side so he could make his way from your neck to your cheeks, body feeling warm everywhere he kissed as if he sprinkled dosages of sunshine onto your skin. 

Putting the lid back on your soup, you turned to face him, arms looping around his neck as his hands found their place on your lower back. 

“I missed you,” Kili’s voice was soft as he pulled you ever closer to him, eyes twinkling with affection and adoration as you leaned forward to nuzzle your nose against his. “Me too,” You replied, giving him one last look before connecting your lips. 

He grinned into the kiss, a smile that imprinted itself in your memory before he responded with equal intensity. Pushing every ounce of love he could muster into the softness of your lips. 

Pulling away but not far enough to truly separate, you grinned, still feeling the tingling sensation in your gut despite all the years you two have shared side by side. 

“Kiss me again, please?” Kili dragged your attention back to his, pupils dilated, his tongue flickering out to wet his bottom lip, and in the process slightly dragging against yours. 

You responded to his question with a simple answer, another kiss that left you both with smiles. 

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[scariusaquarius]

Tell me, please, what are Gisborne's kisses like? 👀

this seems like a fun ask to turn into a game, so Imma do it

Send me a character and I’ll tell you what their kisses are like but with a twist.

Sir Guy of Gisborne’s kisses are like the heat of the fire from a campfire while you roast marshmallows for s’mores, the hum of electrical lines during the dead of quiet, the feeling of the ocean as it brushes against your ankles; warm and exciting. 

His kisses are like the sound of rustling trees in the wind in the quiet comfort of nature; the steps of an old wolf prowling its territory; the distant hooting of owls. Guy’s kisses smell like the grass after a healthy bout of rain; like freshly brewed coffee; like the pages of an old back that hasn’t been opened in a while. 

His kisses are demanding and desperate; asking you with the silent plea to reveal your full self to him; to allow him to witness you as you witness him. 

[shoichee]

It's not a request per se, but since you're always portraying him so well I was wondering about your opinion on the subject... What do you think, how would Imayoshi handle receiving compliments? 🤔

It depends on who Imayoshi receives the compliments from, but the one thing in common in how he reacts is that he turns this into a way to get a reaction out of them. He knows they want SOME type of reaction out of him when they give compliments, whether it’s a good one, embarrassed one, or irritated. So, he likes to pull the “no you” Uno reverse card in getting back a reaction through various ways: deflecting it to another subject, agreeing with them and complimenting himself really dryly, or complimenting them back in such a way that they don’t know if it’s sarcastic or not.

If it’s from someone he’s close/cares about, they’re not exempt from his irritating quips LOL, and he’ll still do one of the above options at them. But his intentions would be slightly different in which he actually just wants to see them in a state of flusters in good-natured fun. However, when he does do the mentioned options, it’d be slightly different: when he deflects to a different subject, he slightly averts his gaze elsewhere before he returns it back to the person he’s speaking to; when he agrees and compliments himself to goad them, he keeps the self-complimenting to a minimum and a little more vague (“of course I’m intelligent” versus “I know my capacity for knowledge has been blessed by genetics, you don’t have to tell me something I already know~”); when he compliments them back it’s done with a more serious tone but there’s still a hint of sarcasm, but it’s more phrased in a way to show that he’s genuine.

The only time he’d ever be embarrassed or caught off guard is if the person he talks to/knows about subverts his expectations of them from how they’d normally behave/act. But once they catch him off guard, it wouldn’t happen again twice, because now he’ll be ready to expect a possibility of unpredictability from that same person. Think of Imayoshi going against perfect-copy Kise, zone-Kagami, and Kuroko’s Misdirection Overflow, all of these took him by surprise for the first time, but he immediately readjusts himself accordingly and is mentally prepared for such things from them in the future. Therefore, handling unexpected compliments is no exception for Imayoshi in how he usually adapts.

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How would Thorin react if he found out that you were avoiding him because you considered him as really intimidating, especially since he's the king and you've never spoken to any before and didn't want to commit any faux pas?

I think this really depends on how much Thorin has noticed you and his thoughts towards you. If he doesn’t know you and isn’t interested in you, then I can’t see it really mattering to him that much. He may get a little irritated when he notices that you avoid him and he needs to talk to you about something, but other than that I can’t see him being that concerned about it. 

Alternatively, if he’s shown an interest in you, then yes, he would be bothered by it. I can see him approaching you and asking why you avoid him as Thorin is very bold in that way. He will directly say what he thinks and ask questions if he has them. Thorin Oakenshield is not a Dwarf to mince his words or hide behind a facade. 

If he found this out once you’d established a relationship, I think he would apologise to you. That wasn’t what he wanted you to think of him at all. However, you’d chuckle and shrug it off. “Well, I have you now, don’t I?” you’d whisper, bopping his nose with yours. 

[rattyoakenbitch]

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@narnvaeron sent this ask:

My, oh my, are you going to be sorry. I can’t do middle of the road when I’m answering these types of questions. This took me all day to write. My second take of a love letter /stalking confession for medieval Knights /terrorist manifesto, whatever. Here you are:

I’ll start with my least favourite Guy scenes, because it will be a much shorter list.

They fall under 3 categories, mainly.

*Scenes where Guy is being a caricature villain. They’re mostly in the first few episodes of season 1, before the character had time to develop and become nuanced. He’s not really Guy there, he’s just “show baddie” and I don’t enjoy watching that.

*The kind of thing where he is shouting at peasants, making Vaisey jump. Angry Guy is normally all about repressed fury (that sometimes breaks through) and quiet menace. Like he was in the scene where he was asking Marian about the necklace. I don’t like seeing him be all “bull in the china shop” -it’s not him.

*I also don’t like the story arc where he abandons baby Seth in the forest. He just wouldn’t do that. First of all, he has been softer than would have been sensible with children in other episodes (like the boys in 2:3 “Child Hood”.) He won’t kill random children that are actually a threat to him, but he will a baby? Secondly, IF he wanted to get rid of Seth, he would just do it. Why would he lie? To appease Annie? For what purpose? In what universe would he put up with a heavily pregnant mistress for months, continue to act affectionately and reassure her, promise to look after the baby and then leave it to die? If he didn’t care, he wouldn’t go through the effort -much quicker and simpler to turn her out when she’s pregnant, or have her killed then. If he *did* care, he wouldn’t have left baby in the Forest. Killing Lambert, murdering the previous Master at Arms, burning Marian’s house, in character. Seth, not so much.

*The scenes when he’s being a little toad, sniggering at the Sheriff’s jokes. Ugh, Guy, grow a spine.

*I can’t stand watching the scene in Child Hood, where Robin is drowning him. It’s utterly humiliating, I hate absolutely everyone in it, and Marian pretends to help him and comes up smelling of roses. Also, Robin is a sadistic asshole, and why exactly does he get the moral high ground?

He is just so defeated here. But she won’t let him cut her loose, she always makes an effort to reel him back in, uses him for information and gaslights him when he says anything. Right next episode, the flirting starts.

Oh look, gaslighting and emotional manipulation. (Ok I understand she was bluffing for her life at this point, but there is so much of this. And, frankly, I don’t care. She has plenty of people in her corner, I’m staying in his.)

His death scene. Because, telling Robin Marian will be waiting for him and that she was never his (Guy’s)? Fuck that noise. How many women has Robin been with in season 3? That’s what I thought. Guy is worth 10 Robins, and I can write SUCH a long rant post demonstrating this.

And now, my favourite scenes...

Sigh.

I’ll start with the easy ones.

All of the last 5 episodes (minus the death scene.) Absolutely everything.

Special mention to this gem:

I love this scene, because it seems pivotal to the character, and shows a side of Guy that’s brand new.

a) It’s hilarious

b) Guy is collaborating with someone, listening and putting forward ideas, which is a level of camaraderie we haven’t really seen until now. His whole body language is different. Later, when they’re back to Nottingham, the rest of the gang is there and the dynamics are different because of the shared history (between Robin and the gang, and between Guy and the gang -he very much feels like an outsider.) In *this* scene, he seems lighter to me than I’ve ever seen him (with the exception of some scenes where he thought he had found a family in Marian, but that never lasted long, and it was all manipulation.)

c) He doesn’t believe he will be rescued, but significantly, he is open about the fact that he doesn’t believe he will be rescued. That is a choice to show vulnerability.

d) We see his sense of humour. And I love it. So much.

All of this scene, to me, is a glimpse of the Guy that could have been if things have gone slightly differently at any one of several points in his life. Any time I imagine a happily-ever-after scenario for him, I draw from this scene more than anything else, I think.

The scene when he meets Vaisey after returning from Prince John’s court with the lion. His face is so animated and expressive in all of that scene, and it’s the best he’s looked in any episode ever (in my opinion.) Again, we see a little bit of the witty Guy. I can’t get enough of watching it.

All of his scenes with Meg -although it makes me cry for him.

Especially this exchange:

-Are you scared?

-Do I look scared?

You know that’s not an answer, Guy...

But he won’t lie, will he?

He *never* lies. (Almost never. He lied to Marian about the tattoo. But I think the stakes for him were so high at that point, it would have been hard to resist.) Everyone else lies. Vaisey lies all the time. Isabella lies every time she opens her mouth. Marian lies to his face constantly. Think of every time Guy has used the phrase “You have my word” in the whole series. It’s not often, and it’s always significant. I feel like that’s one of his red lines, and others cross it with him all the time.

Which brings me to the next point.

*Every scene where he leans in to kiss Marian. Because, I don’t know if anyone else has noticed this, but he always does it so slowly, so gently, like the most consent-conscious 21st century male ever. Which is not what people tend to think when they think of Guy. Why does he do that? Is it because he thinks she is so innocent, or puts her on a pedestal? Is it because, despite what a lot of people seem to think, he actually wants to be really accepted, and not just push in? Is he scared? I don’t know, but I think it’s beautiful.

The “Walkabout” episode. Another one where we see the “what could have been” Guy.

Every time he mentions Mama Gisborne. Which is surprisingly often -even back in the first season.

How quickly he ends up taking Allan under his wing. I love seeing Guy and Allan together, because they are so similar in the sense that they both have a strong streak of self-interest and self-preservation that conflicts with their (own brand of) loyalty. Allan is funnily enough the only one that tries to avoid lying to Guy about the things that matter. And Guy actually makes some effort to protect him from the Sheriff, even though his primary focus is Marian being handed to Winchester.

POSTING THE REST SEPARATELY, DUE TO LENGTH. OOOOOH YES, THERE IS MORE