1. Are you good at apologizing?
2. Do you prefer your looks or personality?
3. Are you confident?
4. What are you most confident about yourself?
5. Name a few songs that reminds you of someone, and who it remind you of.
6. What is your favourite colour combination?
7. Define your “aesthetic”.
8. What is sex to you?
9. Do you have any kinks? What are they?
10. What are some of your biggest pet peeves?
11. What’s something that automatically turns you off of other people?
12. What song always makes you sad/emotional?
13. How many people have you dated? How many of them do you still have feelings for?
14. How are you with moving on?
15. What’s a philosophy you agree with, but fail to live by?
16. What’s something you don’t like about yourself?
17. What’s something positive happening in your life right now?
18. Are you truly able to admit your faults in relationships to yourself?
19. Is it important to you to be a good person?
20. Are you a good person?
21. How could you become a better person?
22. Would/have you ever pierced your genitalia?
23. Have you ever been in love? If so, with how many people?
24. Do you believe in love at first sight?
25. Which social science interests you more; psychology (how the mind effects a person), sociology (how society affects a people) or anthropology (learning about culture)? Why?
26. Have you ever orgasmed?
27. Have you ever made someone else orgasm?
28. During sexual interaction, what is the most important thing to you?
29. Are you comfortable being sexual with lots of people?
30. How do you usually get people to be interested in terms of romantic relationships? And sexual relationships? And platonic relationships?
31. What’s your favourite song to sing a long to?
32. What’s some “embarrassing” music you listen to?
33. What are you most snobby/pretentious about?
34. How do you express sad emotions? And happy emotions?
35. Do you use Skype? Facetime?
36. How do you feel about phone calls?
37. How do you feel about texting?
38. What are your thoughts on LDRs?
39. Have you ever cried over a piece of visual art? What was it of? Why do you think it made you cry?
40. When and why was the last time you cried?
41. What’s something you love that you never do anymore? Why don’t you do it?
42. Are you afraid to die?
43. If there were no limits; who and what would you be?
44. Are you more likely to be sub or dom during sex?
45. Describe your fashion sense.
46. Do you have stage fright?
47. Did/do you ever put your hand up in class?
48. Are you more of an open or closed person?
49. What’s the worst thing that ever happened to you? And the best?
50. Are you a theist? (Not necessarily in the way of “guy in the sky”, maybe just believing in any higher power)
51. What are your top three places you’d like to travel and why?
52. What’s something you thought would be really scary/bad, but was actually fine when it happened/you did it?
53. When you sleep at friends houses, how often do you sleep in their bed?
54. Can you sleep facing someone?
55. Do you ever get in slumps? If so; how often, and how long do they usually last for?
56. Do you like being alone?
57. Are you social?
58. How do you feel about parties?
59. Have you ever hosted a party? How did it go?
60. What question(s) do you love to ask people?
61. What question(s) do you love being asked?
62. Are you confrontational? Does it make you uncomfortable when others are?
Send me in two numbers, 1-62, and I’ll answer one!!
Since Ryan can break zip ties with his brute strength (or dad strength, whichever), just image Fake AH Ryan getting captured. Like he’s knocked out, tied up, brought to some random location. And he’s sitting there, watching his captors figure out what to do with him because “holy shit, we’ve caught the vagabond. what now?”
Finally, frustrated and impatient, clearly they should have figured something out by now, Ryan throws his hands, hands that were tied up, they know they were, they’d used zip ties and everything, out and says, “Look, it’s been fun, believe me it has, but it’s been a long day and I just want to go home and sleep.”
He then proceeds to kick his captors’ asses, steal their car, and show up at Geoff’s moments before the crew can go out looking for him, and he looks bedraggled and tired and probably has blood somewhere on his person (he’s always covered in blood, Geoff can’t explain it). And when the crew asks him what happened and he shrugs and says, “I took care of it. Wasn’t a problem.”
You’d wake up in the warmth of your boyfriend’s arms but then it would suddenly disappear when he decided to roll away from you. Looking over at him, lips slightly parted and on his back, automatically made you come up with a grand idea. You crawled underneath the blanket and found yourself between Jins legs. Giving small licks to his length and lightly dragging your fingers up and down his thighs, Jin finally let out a groan.
“I’m worn out from last night.”
His choice of words let you know that you were in control.
You had showed up at his apartment and you were met with an interesting sight. Jhope was laying naked in the middle of his bed with all the blankets on the floor. He was panting slightly and his skin was flushed. As your eyes traveled down his body you were met with his morning wood. You walked over to the bed and sat next to his side. You then slowly started stroking him. Jhope didn’t wake up until you lips wrapped around his tip.
“Y/n! Keep going baby girl,” he’d moan still stuck on his dream.
Suga had fell asleep sitting up with a bunch of crumbled papers around him and it didn’t surprised you one bit as you walked into his bedroom. He was propped up against a bunch of pillows. Deciding to mess with him a little, you pulled off your jean shorts and carefully straddled him. You weren’t worried about him waking up, because whenever you found him like this he wouldn’t wake up even if you blew a horn in his ear. Once you were comfortably on his lap, you slowly started to grind down onto him. Sooner or later you were chasing your high and you hadn’t noticed that his hands were on your waist. Once you came down from your high he looked at you and smirked.
“You’re going to wake me up like this and only get yourself off?”
Namjoon had fallen asleep during the movie while you guys were celebrating your anniversary. You looked over at him and scoffed. Looking back up at the screen, you noticed that it was a sex scene which made you a little flustered. You wish namjoon was awake so he could drag you upstairs and have his way with you. You didn’t want anything vanilla, so you decided to break one of his rules. You slipped your hand down his sweatpants and slowly pumped his length.
“Over the coffee table, princess. I told you not to break my rules”
Requests are open
Dear Shipper who runs a whole blog dedicated to your fave OTP I challenge you to make 146 aesthetics of one specific ship before the year is over. Here are the 146 most popular romance tropes of all time. Can your OTP pull off all of them? That remains to be seen
1. abduction to love
2. accidental pregnancy
3. afraid to commit
4. all grown up
6. antihero romance
7. arranged marriage
9. bait and switch
10. beauty and the beast
11. best friend’s lover
12. best friend’s sibling
13. best friends/ friends first
16. blind date
17. bodyguard crush
19. boy hates girl
20. boy meets ghoul
21. boy meets girl
22. break his heart to save him
23. brother’s best friend
24. bully turned puppy lover
25. can’t live with them, can’t live without them
26. celebrity loves commoner
27. celibate hero
28. childhood enemies fall in love
29. childhood friends
30. childhood marriage promise
31. Cinderella story/wrong side of the tracks
32. classes clash
33. clueless love
35. crazy love
37. damaged lead finds happily ever after
38. dark secret keeps them apart
39. different worlds
41. enemies to lovers
42. everyone can see it
44. fake engagement
45. fatal attraction
46. first love
47. fish out of water
49. forbidden love/Romeo and Juliet
50. friends with benefits
51. girl wants bad boy
53. guy wants cheerleader
54. huge guy, tiny girl
55. if I can’t have you, no one will!
56. imaginary love triangle
57. impotent love
58. innocent cohabitation
59. instant/false sweethearts
60. it happened in Vegas
61. jilted bride/groom
62. law enforcement
63. long distance relationship
64. long-term lovers
65. love at first sight
66. love interest has a profession protagonist abhors
67. love interest reminds of estranged family member
68. love potion
69. love reforms villain
70. love triangle
72. lovers in denial/ they’re the last to know
73. mad love
75. mail-order bride
76. marriage of convenience
77. men in uniform
78. mistaken declaration of love leads to love
79. mistaken identity
80. noble rescuer steps in
81. nobody thinks it will work
82. not good enough for him/her
83. oblivious to love
84. older man, younger woman
85. on the rocks
86. one night stand
87. one wants true love/other wants a fling
88. oops! fall in love with the wrong person (which could ruin everything!)
89. opposites attract
91. overly shy love
92. parent/childcare worker
93. partners in crime
94. passionate lovers
95. Plain Jane get the hottie
98. pretending to be married or engaged
101. rejected as unworthy/ turns life around
102. reluctant sex worker
103. removing the rival
104. rescue romance
105. return to hometown
106. reunion romance
108. rich man, poor woman/ rich woman, poor man
109. rivals/ protagonist vs. antagonist
110. road trip romance
111. rock star hero
113. runaway bride/groom
114. scars from the past
115. second chance at love
116. second time around
117. secret admirer
118. secret baby- He doesn’t know she’s PG
119. secret that can end everything
120. sibling triangle
121. sibling’s ex-spouse
122. similarities attract
123. sleeps with everyone but you
124. sorry, I’m taken
125. stranded together
127. sudden parent
128. the one that got away
129. time travel
130. tortured hero(ine)
131. tragic love affair
132. tragic past
133. two-person love triangle (involves some mistaken identity) ex: superman
134. ugly duckling
135. unobtainable love interest/ one-sided
136. unrequited love
137. unrequited-love-switcheroo love triangle
138. unwanted harem
140. wallflower noticed by the rake
141. was it all a lie? (undercover love)
143. (wo)man in peril
144. working with the ex
145. workplace romance
146. She’s dating Mr. Wrong
The challenge is simple, chose a trope, make an aesthetic, tag it #146RTCH and share your genius with others. good luck guys!
So I had a dream this morning that gave some really interesting sights and i had to doodle them down quickly before i forgot
So I was at this store, pondering over the merch when!! I saw a bunch of Jasper based toy merch on the shelves - the ones that stood out to me were the Funko based ones and I’ve drawn them exactly as i saw them in the dream.
One of them was the usual variant and the other was exclusive to the store?? The exclusive was what looked like Jasper in a swim suit outfit i guess and she was supposed to be waterproof, very soft and squeezy kinda like a bath toy?
SOULMATE AU WHERE YOUR TATTOO SHOWS THE FIRST THING YOUR SOULMATE THOUGHT WHEN THEY SAW YOU
A/N: I’ve been working on this one for like three days cause my creative juices just weren’t flowing. I’m still not happy with it but ho hum i got a shit ton of requests to do so
“Are you wearing contacts or are your eyes that mesmerizing”
That was the thought that popped into your head as soon as you saw thecute blonde sitting next to you in biology. You were dragged out of your thoughts when you felt a searing sensation on your left wrist. The words “ Shit! She’s cute and her hair smells nice, think of something funny”. You looked oddly at the text before taking a whiff of your hair, you kne using that new shampoo was a win. At that moment the cute boy next to you spoke up.
“They aren’t contacts by the way”
You stared at the boy next to you as he awkwardly shuffled. You’d only heard stories of people meeting their soulmates. With the hustle and bustle of university life you had but the prospect of meeting your soulmate to the back of your mind. But here you are sitting right next to your soulmate struggling to find the words to say.
“Oh and sorry for sniffing your hair, I’m Yoosung by the way”
“Oh my god those are the cutest cat socks I’ve ever seen”
You were intently listening to Jumin’s business proposal carefully making notes on what he was saying while occasionally getting distracted by smooth voice (widely known fact: jumin’s voice is like butter). You happened to drop your pen, in the process of picking it up you caught sight of his interesting choice of socks.
“Oh my god those are the cutest cat socks I’ve ever seen” you thought to yourself. Who would have guessed the “cold hearted heir to C&R” was into cats?
You were brought out of your thoughts as you heard a deep cough.
“If you like the socks so much I’ll be happy to get you a pair of your own”
You froze. Your mind still comprehending what you had just heard. Before you could stop it you blurted out the first thing that came to your mind.
“Who the fuck needs that much Phd.Pepper, boi you gon get diabetes”
You and your friends were on a midnight snack run in your pajamas. You were currently at lodged in the shopping cart grabbing every sugary item you could off the shelves. Mina was pushing the cart while Jisoo was abusing the free refill rule at the slushie machine. As you turned the corner to the drinks aisle you caught a glimpse of a guy shovelling six packs of Phd.Pepper into his cart
“Who the fuck needs that much Phd.Pepper, boi you gon get diabetes” you mused. Mina parked the cart next to the guy and went to grab pizza, making you in charge of the drinks.
“That’s pretty rich coming from the person literally sitting in a cart of junk food” you gaped at his statement. You were 99.9% sure you didn’t say that out loud.
“But since your pajamas are exceptionally cut i’ll let it slide” he laughed observing your pikachu onesie.
“Fuck, typical, the time I meet my soulmate I’m in my onsie about to eat me fucking weight in snacks” you muttered lowering your head in embarrassment.
“Hi..I’m Saeyoung, your future husband”
“Is that how you greet all the girls?” you chuckled at his rather blunt statement.
“Do you think there are really
ninjas there?” Sara leaned into Mila softly, linking their arms together.
“No way,” Mila sputtered,
collecting herself as she caught the sweet scent of Sara’s hair. “It’s just an
urban legend or something. Something to get the silly tourists all excited.”
“Yuuri, Yuuri! I want to see the
ninjas!” Victor was buzzing all around Yuuri, tugging ceaselessly
on his shirt.
They were standing in the shadow
of Hasetsu Castle, which was posted high above them, green tiled arches
glistening in the sun. Yuuri’s mother, being the kind of mother she was, had
invited Yuuri’s competitors to come stay with their family at the hot springs for
a visit. Yuuri hadn’t expected that every single one of them would take her up on
the offer… at the same time. It was a little overwhelming.
The other skaters had pressed
Yuuri into showing them the sights, citing Victor’s rave review of Hasetsu. Yuuri
didn’t know how to break it to them, but there wasn’t much to see. In fact,
their trip around the city had probably been more exciting for the locals.
They were an interesting sight, after all- a pack of foreign professional athletes huddled together around
Yuuri like a bunch of baby ducks, staring up in awe at Hasetsu Castle as if
they thought the building was watching them back.
“Ninjas?” Georgi swooned. “How mysterious.”
“You can’t be stupid enough to
think they’re really hiding something like that up there,” Yurio grumbled. “Tell
“Actually…” Yuuri trailed off evasively.
“I knew it!” Victor exclaimed. “Come
on, Yuuri, you’ve kept me waiting long enough. Can’t we see inside? Just a
“Well…” Yuuri started to sweat as
the others pressed in around him. “It’s dangerous.”
“Sounds exciting!” Emil was
grinning hard. He grabbed onto Michele’s hand and raised it high in the air. “We’re
“Speak for yourself!” Michele
barked, flapping his arm in attempt to escape.
“We’re in, too!” Sara said, and Mila
“Sara, no,” Michele whined. “He
just said it’s not safe. We should wait outside.”
“We’ll be careful, won’t we,
Yuuri?” Sara prodded.
Yurio was already starting up the stone steps without them. He had a new fire burning in his eyes.
“Like I’m gonna let Katsudon stop
me from seeing the ninjas. C’mon, Beka!”
Otabek followed quietly after him
like an old dog.
“I’ll race ya, Mickey!” Emil
shouted, taking off at top speed.
“What- no- Sara, wait!” Michele stumbled
after his sister, who was already disappearing into the trees.
“Seung-gil, let’s take a selfie
together at the top!” Phichit called cheerfully.
“Everyone, wait-!” Yuuri tried,
but it was too late. The other skaters were already rushing to the top without
“Let’s hurry, or we’ll be left
behind.” Victor’s smooth voice cut through Yuuri’s panicked thoughts. He was
playfully rubbing Yuuri’s inner arm. “Unless that’s what you wanted… It’s
just us now.”
Yuuri eyed him with amusement.
“Yeah. Just you, me, and Chihoko.”
He started up the stairs after
the group, leaving Victor to absorb his words.
“Yuuri, that’s mean!” Victor
wailed after him.
“How do you open this damn thing?”
Yurio grunted as he pried at the doors with both hands and one foot.
“Maybe we have to ring the
doorbell,” Otabek suggested calmly.
“This is ridiculous,” Seung-gil
“Maybe there’s a secret button,”
Emil chimed in.
“Of course.” Minami nodded
sagely. “Ninjas are very secretive. They don’t want just anybody getting in
“Well I’m not just anybody, and I’m
getting in whether Yuuri likes it or not!” Yurio swore. “Give me a boost!”
Otabek stooped a bit so that
Yurio could climb onto his shoulders.
“I see an opening! Can you get a
little closer to the door?” Yurio asked, wobbling a little as he stood up.
“Careful!” Guang Hong hovered
nervously around Otabek, reaching out to brace Yurio’s legs.
“Maybe we should wait for Yuuri,”
Leo offered. He exchanged a look with Chris, who just shook his head.
“Why wait? Fortune favors the
brave!” JJ slapped Otabek on the back in support, causing Yurio to almost lose
“Watch it!” Yurio snapped,
clinging to the building like a cat over a bathtub.
“Can you see inside?” Phichit
asked, standing on tiptoe.
“I think… if I get on this ledge…”
“What are you doing??” Yuuri shrieked
as he and Victor reached the landing.
“Woah!” Yurio’s palm slipped and he toppled head-first out of sight.
They heard him hit the floor on the other side of the door.
“Oh my god,” Yuuri said quietly.
“Ow……Wow! Urgh… You guys have to see this! This is so cool!”
“Yuri, don’t touch anything!” Yuuri’s voice was firm and
“Hey, how come the floor is
sinking? I didn’t break it just from falling like that… Crappy ninja
Yuuri pushed through the other
skaters, stripping off his windbreaker. He pulled his arm back and struck the
doors of Hasetsu Castle hard with his open palm in several places, following
some kind of pattern invisible to the others. The doors groaned open on their
own, parting ominously.
“Yuuri-” Victor saw the
expression on his fiancé’s face change. It was the same look Yuuri had right
before a competition. When concentration overpowered any other thought and the
rest of the world was blocked out.
Yurio was standing in the middle
of an enormous, cathedral-like hall lined with pillars. Everywhere he stepped,
a section of the floor began to lower out of sight, like a puzzle that was losing
pieces, fast. He kept jumping back, out of the way, moving further and further
“It’s just like Indiana Jones!”
Leo mused aloud. Then realization struck him. “Oh no.”
“What are you talking about?” Yurio
tripped and fell backwards, grabbing onto one of the pillars as he went down.
The pillar emitted a buzzer noise and lit up red around his hand. “What th-”
It happened so fast that Victor
wasn’t entirely sure that he hadn’t imagined it.
Thousands of small, square panels
opened up in the walls, releasing a spray of shiny steel knives.
Yuuri lunged forward onto his hands
and launched himself into the middle of the knife storm, twisting and flipping
his way across the hall while blades from every angle sliced the air around him.
A pit of fire opened up in the middle of the floor, spreading towards the very
edges of the building.
foot caught the lip of the pit as the floor receded into the wall and he pushed
off from it, ricocheting off the top of a pillar like a pinball, landing softly
next to Yurio on the other side.
There was an electric whirring
noise and Yurio looked up to see a set of circular saw blades descending from
the ceiling above him. He tried to get to his feet but his legs felt like
jello. He didn’t know where to step. A loud clank behind him made him freeze up.
A grate near the back wall was opening, one bar at a time. Behind it a
hungry-looking crocodile was opening its mouth and emitting a deep, rolling growl.
“D-Don’t leave me, idiot!” Yurio shouted
as Yuuri sprung into the air again, glancing off a pillar on the opposite side
of the hall, which lit up green under his touch. A pair of shuriken dropped
from the ceiling, dangling from ribbons- as unreachable as stars above Yurio’s
head. But he watched as Yuuri snatched them from the sky and threw them,
mid-flight, into the back wall. They lodged with a hollow thunking noise, and-
to Yurio’s great relief- the saw blades above him stopped moving. The crocodile
let out a hiss of frustration. The floor began to close, concealing the live
flames roaring underneath.
The shuriken had stuck in perfect
parallel, barely an inch apart. Yuuri pulled them out and blew the dust off of
them, shining them on his shirt.
“Now I have to reset all of this…”
he sighed. He walked over to Yurio, who was still a puddle on the floor. “Are
Yurio shook his head slowly.
“I told you to wait for me,”
Yuuri said, exasperated. “Well, as long as nobody was injured…”
He looked over at the entrance to
find the entire skating community staring at him in shocked silence. Minami was
the first to react.
“THAT. WAS. INCREDIBLE!!” he
screamed in Japanese, tears in his eyes. “Yuuri-san, you really are the best!”
“My, Yuuri, what did we just
witness?” Chris raised his eyebrows, both terrified and aroused.
Victor looked like his heart was
going to explode. He was clutching his chest with one hand, bracing himself in
the doorway with the other. Phichit patted him on the back sympathetically.
Yuuri shrugged, bashful now that
everyone was looking at him.
“I had a lot of free time growing
up in a small town.”
“Wow, Yuuri, I never would have
guessed from looking at you that you were this cool!” JJ praised, putting his
foot in his mouth as usual.
“Uh… t-thanks? So… Did you guys
still want a tour of this place? This is just the foyer-”
and here we have the most heart-wrenching thing i have ever written at almost 3 in the morning. fuck me.
i’m probably gonna try(???) and sleep after this. i’ll probably wake up in the middle of the night, my sunken eyes full of sleep, but my mouth dry and thirsty for more vikings. usually how it goes. :’)))))))
There was always something in the way your lungs
instinctively filled with air, greedily, when you brought yourself out of the
hot spring that made your blood rush.
The way your body worked always interested you; the natural responses you had
to certain things, and just how it knew what to do.
You wished with all that it seemed able to do, that it could
keep itself clean as well.
Most women, you were sure, it would bother them to have him
watch them bathe, and you were sure Ivar would actually watch you from time-to-time. But, it felt completely
natural to have him sit at the edge of the spring while you stood completely naked, either immersed in
water or everything on display. Perhaps it was because you were never taught to
think of yourself as something to hide, or your body to be ashamed of. You had
no clue on what it looked like, nor what other female bodies looked like, so
there was nothing to compare for you when you heard other girls bask in their insecurities.
As for Ivar, he was mostly there to keep an eye out – make sure you did not get
lost or killed, and he did not seem to mind all that much.
Running the tips along your scalp, you gripped your locks
and squeezed, letting a little river run down your spine, the water turning cold as it made its way down. You
shivered slightly, lowering yourself down until you felt the line lapping at
your collar bone. It eased your muscles to come out and soak, even with the
pair of eyes watching you from the shore, and the sound of stone against metal,
grinding down the edges to make it sharper than his tongue, and his attitude.
At that thought, you let out a little chuckle, stopping the
noises from him. “What are you giggling
at?” His voice still thick with exhaustion and sleep. It was a long journey out
here, and while you hauled him half of the way, he had to crawl the other half.
You’re sure it must be an interesting sight to see a blind carrying around a
cripple, telling her which way to go, when to stop, and what to look out for.
But you were not as strong as his brothers, resulting in him having to do some
Not to mention, it was still very early in the morning.
Turning your head to the side, your flashed teeth. “Nothing,” You teased, listening as a
vicious noise came from him, and he started back on his axe again. “Just
thinking about how ugly you probably
First came the yell, and you jerked, followed by something
flying right past your skull and into the water, causing you to duck, your body
wracking with a howl. “At least I do not have to think about how ugly you
Still shaking with laughter despite his response, you turned
around and you still practically feel him fuming. If he could swim, you were
sure your head would be held under water for a while. “What do you look like, Ivar?”
An irritable sigh, a sound you knew all too well from him. “I
have a face; mouth, nose, ears, eyes –
how do you want me to explain it to you, hmm?”
Wetting your lips, you gently took the bottom one between
your teeth and tilted you head. Walking closer to the shore, you held out your
arms. “Come here.” Your fingers
danced towards him, like a child wanting to be held by their mother.
Your mouth curled down, your bottom lip sticking out
Slapping your hand onto the surface, a few drops hit your
face, and your voice went up a pitch. “Just
come here!” Silence. No reply. Not even the sound of him dragging himself
closer. Reaching up, you took a strand of hair and twirled it between your
fingers. “I’ll make it worth your while.”
You did not know what sultry
looked like exactly, but you tried your best with fluttering your eyes. It was
something Aslaug, his mother, had told you women do when they play coy. It was,
apparently, supposed to make men fall at their feet, but at the sound of his
laughter, he was falling nowhere. “Drown.”
Your brows knitted together, and you wished you could stare him down with a
nasty look as he let out a deep sigh. “For someone who is not a princess, you sure know how to act like a little brat,” You cared not at his words as you
heard him crawling towards you, his hand resting on your shoulder to let you
know how close he was, and far away from the water he was.
“Yes, you would know
exactly how spoiled princesses
act, Ivar,” You stated, running your hand up the length of his arm until you
almost reached his face, and you felt him pinch the skin on your collar bone
before jerking his head away. You yelped.
“Only because I deal with one every day,” He dealt, giving your cheek a few soft pats, causing
you to slap his hand away. A disgusted tone taking his voice. “And do not touch my face with those hands. I know where they have been.”
A flat expression came onto your face, and you shouted. “Just
let me touch you, dammit!”
“Well, if you insist,
but I think it would be a little lower
that would benefit us both.”
You ignored him, or at least tried. Your cheeks felt a
little warm at his words, but your eyes rolled. “Helga let me do this thing to her – “
“Oh, she let you touch
her, did she? I wonder how Floki felt
Sliding your hand as it slapped against the water, you heard
him spit and groan, the temperature in your cheeks rising, but you tried so
hard to let it go. Just too curious. “– where I felt her face. She suggested it
to me, saying that I could paint a picture
in my mind as I felt her features, and I… I
wanted to see you.”
This time, you stayed silent, waiting for a reply. You did
not rush his decision for this. He never seemed to have a problem with you
touching him before, even for long periods of time. In fact, he encouraged it
around other people – to have his hand on you, yours in had hair or on his shoulder,
one time even trying to encourage you to sit on his lap. You believed it made
him feel like someone desired him,
was not ashamed of him under the
public eye, made him feel wanted in a
world where everyone looked down on him.
You hoped that in
some way you had helped him like he had you.
“Go ahead.” When he finally answered, you exhaled deeply,
not realizing what you had been holding in that entire time.
For some-reason you could not will yourself to move. You
felt like a child, frozen in place, a
slight fear bouncing in your mind. You
couldn’t place what you were scared of, and you began to sweat, his voice
seeming like a distant howl as he called out for you to hurry up. As your hand
moved up his neck, you inhaled sharply as your thumb brushed his strong jaw-line,
and this felt like something for you was coming together – a piece of a puzzle
you were missing, the answer to a riddle you had been tripping over for years.
Reaching up your other hands, you began your exploration; your thumbs grazing
over his high cheekbones, the soft thick lashes on his eyes, his brows. His
thick lips parting slightly as you brushed him, his warmth fanning over your
hand. You had felt his face before in passing touches, fast and light things,
but never had you felt so intimate with someone before.
It was different
from when Helga let you paint her.
Your heart beat like drums, and your chest was tight, but
you felt so free as you search a second, third time, his hands coming up to
grasp your biceps, his leather bracers scratching your skin as he traveled up
them. Landing on your shoulders, he squeezed,
his blunt nails digging into your damp flesh.
“Oh, Ivar,” You
felt the muscles in his face twitch as he inhaled deeply. Your throat tight. “You’re
Summary: Everything is fine until you start seeing a strange boy everywhere you go.
The first time you see him, you are trying to park your car. You’re late to an appointment and the parking lot is full, leaving you with no choice but to park on the street. Parallel parking is not something you’re fond of, especially when you’re on a busy road in the middle of town and handfuls of people are walking up and down the sidewalk, watching you struggle and laughing at your misfortune.
You spot him right away. He’s an eyesore among the crowd, the only one not dressed for the weather and you can’t help but wonder how he manages to look so comfortable with snow gathering in his hair. The sight of him is so interesting that you can’t help but stare. You momentarily forget about the task at hand because you’re so caught up in watching this stranger walk toward you that you don’t even notice you’ve backed up too far until you feel your car bump against the one behind you.
Panic sets in immediately and you tear your eyes away from the stranger to look and see if anyone else has noticed. Out of all the people on the street, very few have even glanced in your direction. Breathing a sigh of relief, you inch your car up just a bit and reach down to put it in park.
When you look up, the stranger is standing in the center of the sidewalk staring right at you, eyebrows raised, sly smile on his face. You’re not sure what causes you to react so quickly, but you throw the gear shift into drive and speed out of your parking spot like a bat out of hell, appointment be damned.
You take a moment to glance out of the passenger side mirror and it alarms you to realize that the stranger is still standing there, smiling fondly as you leave.
Loving Katelyn was an accident. She sat in the seat next to Aaron in biology, in the back where the desks and chairs were raised. They were an interesting sight, his legs dangling off the chair, hers stretched out in front of her, but still resting on the floor.
During the first lecture, she leaned over to him to speak. When he flinched away slightly, she backed up some, but stayed within whispering distance.
“I told my advisor I already knew everything I needed to know about this class, but he still made me take it.” Aaron rolled his eyes, already done with her arrogance, but he refused to give her a response.
“No, really! Look, I’m not bragging. I’ll prove it.” Katelyn’s voice was bright and earnest, and maybe to loud for a class setting. Aaron sighed and turned to look at her.
“Okay. Prove it. Wow me.” Only after he spoke did he notice the look of mischief in her eyes.
“Mitochondria is the powerhouse of the cell. Be wowed.” Aaron managed to hold the laugh in through sheer force of will, but he could feel his smile. (Katelyn swears he didn’t really manage to hold the laugh. Out of his mouth came a tiny snuffling sound. His face turned red and lit up, and out came the cutest dimples she had ever seen. God, he was beautiful)
Loving Katelyn was an accident, but Aaron would never call it a mistake.
Summary: The company gets caught and you meet the Prince of the Woodland Realm.
Pairing: Legolas x Reader
Warnings: Mention of parent death
Word Count: 1,704
Request #1 by Anon: Okay yay! Thank you! Can you do a Legolas x reader fic where the reader is a part of the company in the Hobbit and somehow the reader gets left in Mirkwood and Legolas sneaks her out when he leaves with Tauriel? Thank you!
Request #2 by Anon: Hmm… how about your a human traveling with the company, but when you get to mirkwood, you get pulled from the cells to go talk to thranduil after thorin gets back… and then bilbo arrives and they have to leave you in mirkwood?
Request # 3 by @bee-wrecker : Maybe human reader x legolas where he sees a human, still learning archery but already has a passion for the sport?
A/N: I decided to tackle three requests at once. Now I’m down to 37. Sorry if y’all don’t like it anons but I tried! ALSO THOSE WHO WANT TO BE TAGGED ON MY TAG LIST, INCLUDING THOSE THAT WERE TAGGED ON MY FIRST TAG LIST, PLEASE LET ME KNOW WHAT TAG LIST YOU WANT TO BE TAGGED ON. THOSE ON MY OLD TAG LIST WILL NOT BE TAGGED UNLESS THEY TELL ME WHAT THEY WANT TO BE SORTED ON.
It starts with a chūnin in a sandy village trying desperately to not die of boredom. It starts with a beautiful blond leaning up against a wall, dressed in casual clothing and watching the night life as it bustles around them. It starts with a drunk jōnin swaggering over and pinching the other’s ass, earning a yelp from the blond. “Very nice ass, sugar,” he slurs out and leans in to try and get a kiss, only to receive a fist to his face. He staggers back, dropping his bottle and reaching up to clutch at his now freely bleeding nose. His friends immediately leap to his aid, coming up in a defensive formation.
“How dare you,” the blond hisses and the hitai-ate with a leaf engraved on it gleams in the moonlight. Through his drunken haze, the jōnin staggers forward and raids the pouch on his thigh for a kunai, raising it high. Pale, white light glints off of the blade and the blond rolls his eyes.
“That is quite enough. I do believe I’ve warned you before, Eiji.” A redhead lands gracefully on the ground, lips drawn into a thin, unimpressed line. There’s a large gourd on his back and what looks like gold sand is spilling out from the opening at the top. “Consider yourself in quite a bit of trouble.” The blond shivers slightly, enjoying the glide of the redhead’s voice as it forms each word. Opposing village or not, it’s a silky smooth tone that he, if he was being completely honest with himself, wouldn’t mind murmuring filthy things into his ear.
Eiji snarls and takes a step forward, spitting out, “Look here, you—” but his friends quickly drag him into the nearest shadows and the redhead turns to the blond.
“You are well, no?” the redhead asks. “Perhaps you shouldn’t venture into things that you can’t handle.” Never mind. He wants to spike the other in the face. Preferably with the nearest, heaviest, sharpest object he can find.
The blond twitches slightly, the vein in his jaw spasming. “I,” he begins and it’s perfectly polite, a thin undertone of agitation gliding just underneath the surface, “am perfectly capable of taking care of myself.” The unspoken ‘asshole’ does not go unheard.
“Well then,” redhead says and the amusement in the tone makes the blond want to murder him right then and there, “I shall let you take care of yourself, then.” And with that, he’s gone, the sand below him swallowing up his form.
“You absolute asshole,” the blond spits, scowling at the now empty spot.
“Hey, kiddo!” The blond spins on his heel and turns the vicious glare on the now approaching male.
“Yes?” he grinds out through clenched teeth.
Jiraiya raises his hands in the universal sign of surrender and smiles like he isn’t facing a pissy blond. “You ready for the exams?”
Minato’s scowl morphs into a sharp smile that’s little more than teeth. “Oh, yes.”
And that was the end of their first meeting.
Their second meeting kinda goes like this:
Minato actually does get around to punching the redhead in the face.
“That wasn’t nice,” the redhead slurs and his voice is still amazing, even with a severely bleeding nose. It’s not quite as smooth as usual, just slightly rough due to him pinching his nose to stop the blood from getting all over his jōnin vest, but it’s still enough to make Minato shiver with need.
He’s only a newly minted jōnin himself, but the blond is certain that with both the Hiraishin and his Rasengen, he can take on the world. Maybe.
“Yes, well,” he returns, coolly, “maybe you shouldn’t startle me while I am making seals.”
The redhead rolls his eyes and curls healing chakra around his nose, snapping it back into place with a rather sickening crack.
Minato’s lips twitch up just slightly. He had actually broken the other’s nose with the force of his punch. That had been one of the most satisfying things he’s done in quite a while. “I do apologize,” redhead drawls, sounding anything but apologetic and Minato barely resists the urge to leap to his feet and punch him again.
“Liar,” he mutters under his breath, mentally cursing his weakness for smooth voices.
The other still hears him. “I’m hurt, pretty.”
He raises his fist and shakes it just slightly. “Call me pretty again….” Minato hisses and trails off, blue eyes gleaming with promised death.
“Very well.” the redhead says, raising his hands in surrender. “I shall see you later….pretty.” And then he’s gone, leaping over the rooftops before the blond can retaliate.
“You son of a bitch!” Minato bellows after him, fury painting every single word. He sinks back down to the ground and picks up his brush, mentally vowing to make the other pay.
He still doesn’t know the redhead’s name.
That was the end of their second meeting.
Their third meeting goes a little like this:
Minato’s smile is like death, all thin and evil with his lips pulled back to reveal far more teeth than psychically possible. The redhead in front of him shivers slightly and takes a step back, understandably wary. “Good evening,” the blond says, smile widening even further.
“Ah, uh, good evening, pretty?” It’s definitely phrased like a question and Minato’s eyes slide closed into little ‘U’s when the redhead takes a step back. The other shinobi in Konoha’s bathhouse, the ones who know about Minato’s vicious temper, carefully sidle out of the blond’s line of sight. They have no interest in being caught up in the explosion.
“Duck,” Minato purrs out. The redhead blinks confusedly at him for a moment and then yelps when the blond punches him in the face, again, as hard as he can.
“The fuck was that for?” he slurs out, clutching at his freely gushing nose.
“I did warn you about calling me 'pretty’,” the blond says easily, dropping his towel and sliding into the water.
“Honestly,” a third voice complains and Minato glances up when Orochimaru steps into the hot spring. A dark glare is all that’s needed to clear the entire place out, leaving just the three of them in the water and the Sannin relaxes with a sigh. An evil smirk flickers over their lips. “I hope you realize, Namikaze, that I will not be explaining to sensei if this becomes an international incident.”
Minato’s smirk is just as sinister. “Well then, Orochimaru-sama,” he says sweetly, “if you won’t say anything, then I won’t tell sensei about you spending lots of, ah, time with Hatake-sama.” He grins innocently when Orochimaru slips underneath the water, surfacing with a loud splutter. “Oops, was that supposed to be a secret? So sorry,” the blond coos, not sounding the least bit sorry.
“You!” the Sannin splutters, coughing as they spit out a mouthful of water.
“Should I come back later?” the redhead asks, looking like he wants to be anywhere but here at this exact moment. There’s a crack as he snaps his nose back into place for the second time in a row.
“I will string you up by your balls and feed you your own liver if you so much as twitch,” Minato says, a blue eye flickering to glance at the other.
The redhead scowls. “I don’t even know your name,” he complains.
“Oh? So sorry. I should give it to you, then.”
Minato shrugs. “I don’t know yours.”
Orochimaru heaves a ragged sigh and drops their head into their hands. “You punched a Suna jōnin without ever learning their name. Great. Just fucking great. And here I was hoping Jiraiya hadn’t managed to infect you.”
A beaming smile is his answer and the blond leans back against the edge of the pool, basking in the warmth of the water and the sunlight. “Sensei has been nothing but a perfect role model,” he says, the very picture of innocence.
“That’s…that’s what I was afraid of,” the Sannin breathes weakly, looking very much like they wish they had access to alcohol at this very moment. They sigh and drag a hand over their face, shoving dark hair out of golden eyes.
The redhead takes the chance to bolt for the entrance; he abandons his clothing and escapes wearing nothing but a towel, yes, but at least he makes it out alive and in one piece. Konoha shinobi, he thinks, shivering at the howl of rage that echoes behind him, are insane.
And that was the end of their third meeting.
Their fourth meeting is explosive:
Rasa’s in the middle of speaking with two other jōnin sensei about the final part of Konoha’s chūnin exams when what feels like a bucket of water is dumped over his head. A quick swipe of his fingers in the substance reveals purple paint. Purple glittery paint. The vein above one of his eyes twitches, and he can already see his comrades causally backing away from his seething form. Laughter echoes above him and Rasa spins on the ball of his foot, gold dust already writhing as it escapes from the gourd on his back.
There. On the roof. It’s that damn blond from before; the one who broke his nose twice already.
On a better day, Rasa wouldn’t even consider trying to murder an allied shinobi. On a better day, he might even laugh at the prank, then go take a shower. On a better day, he wouldn’t be brandishing a kunai and trying to rip someone’s throat out. Today…today is not one of those days, and Rasa snarls furiously, lunging forward before he can even get a grip on his temper. The blond dodges to the side, flipping gracefully onto another roof and covers his mouth again, smirking between his fingers. Rasa sees red.
“I,” he hisses, so close to actually committing murder, “am going to rip your throat out.”
“Kinky,” the blond calls back and his smile widens further at Rasa’s snarl of rage. “But you’re going to have to catch me first.” His form flickers once, then vanishes in a burst of yellow; he reappears further down the road, waves a hand, and then vanishes again.
Rasa screams in fury, his comrades snicker, and he immediately leaps to give chase. He’s going to drown the other in their own blood.
He still has no clue to their name, other than their last.
That’s the end of their fourth meeting.
Their fifth meeting is even worse:
Murder is not an appropriate way to deal with frustrating coworkers.
Murder is not an appropriate way to deal with frustrating coworkers.
Murder is not an approp— Rasa cuts his thoughts off halfway through the sentence and growls at one of his fellow shinobi. Not even three hours after he had attempted to hunt down and murder the blond—He failed, pretty miserably too—and his coworkers are already smirking at him.
“Quite the spitfire, ah?” one says, pushing brown hair over her shoulders, lips quirked up in that infuriating smirk Rasa has come to hate.
“I will drown you in your own blood,” he hisses, partially because he’s furious and partially because he can’t leave that response unanswered. She puts her hands up in the universal sign of surrender, but the smirk on her face doesn’t change. Rasa narrows his eyes at her, darkens his glare, and hopes that nothing else can go wrong.
The universe, as always, likes to prove him wrong, and then laugh at his misery.
With a flash of bright yellow light, the blond reappears on the rooftop. He doesn’t even look tired, and there’s a massive grin on his lips. “Wow,” he says, looking pleased with himself, “only three hours before giving up? That’s sad.” He shakes his head slowly, almost like he’s disappointed. “Not a lot of fun with a chase. Peaks really quickly without touch and absolutely no stamina at all.”
Beside Rasa the brunet chokes, then starts laughing hysterically, mouthing 'No stamina’ like it’s a prayer from Kami itself. On her left, the ginger begins cackling and slumps against a wall in an attempt to stay upright. Rasa fumes, and because he’s petty like that, pops the cork on his gold dust just so he can flood the area with sand.
Glancing around when the dust has settled somewhat, Rasa’s already feeling smug at the sight of the ginger and brunet cursing his name as they spit the grit out of their mouths. His gaze flickers upwards, and the redhead is already preparing for the sight of the blond in the same situation, when he actually gets a look.
That fucking bastard is wind affinity and running a Kami-damned slipstream, the sand-filled air shifting around him, never once touching the Konoha jōnin uniform. Rasa would be impressed if he wasn’t in the middle of contemplating murder.
Just before he can actually use his chakra to fill the other with spears made of sand, he laughs, bows, and vanishes in a burst of yellow. The veins in Rasa’s jaw jump.
And that was the end of their fifth meeting.
Their sixth meeting is simultaneously worse and better:
“I would like to introduce my successor, Namikaze Minato,” Sandaime Hokage Sarutobi Hiruzen says, gesturing towards the doors of the Halls of the Kage Council. Namikaze, Rasa thinks with a slight twitch, sounds awfully familiar. He glances up just as the doors open and snarls when a horribly familiar blond practically skips through.
“YOU!” Rasa bellows and slams a hand down on the table hard enough to spread minute cracks along the surface. The other Kages jerk at his volume, but the redhead is too furious to care.
“I wasn’t aware that you two knew each other, Rasa,” Sarutobi says, looking like he’s half an inch away from pinching the bridge of his nose.
“He broke my nose,” Rasa seethes. “Twice.” White eyebrows shoot up and Sarutobi actually reaches to pinch the bridge of his nose, an exasperated sigh escaping his mouth.
Namikaze smiles sunnily at him. “You startled me while I was working on my seals.”
“You punched me because I called you pretty,” the Kazekage informs him flatly.
“Yes, well, that too,” the blond says with a careless shrug, and Rasa makes a sound like a boiling teakettle. Namikaze merely beams in his direction and takes a seat. “Now, where were we?”
Murder is not an appropriate response to annoying Kage, Rasa thinks, sinking into his own seat with a mute sort of fury, but I sure wish it was.