#by the way thank you for the extremely thoughtful ask :)

[auraisereigh]

"Shadows and sparks"

Oneshot

Xaden Riorson x reader

Request + Blurb: Could I request first year reader constantly getting on Xaden's nerves and pushing his buttons until the reader sees Violet and Xaden making out one night and suddenly reader stops interacting with Xaden, which drives him crazy? wc: 5.7 ☆ NO SPOILERS FOR THE EMPYREAN SERIES. No specific pronous used, i think.

My first request! thank you so, so much lovely! <3

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It had been weeks of trying to get my sword swing right. With daggers, I was skilled—extremely skilled—but swords were a different story. They were heavier, harder to handle. So, I’d started asking Xaden for help.

For the last few weeks, Xaden had been working with me, but it never seemed like he actually wanted to. That thought alone filled me with insecurity.

Today, I had one of those rare moments as a first year where I had nothing on my schedule. I saw it as the perfect opportunity to get in some extra training.

But for that, I needed Xaden.

Lucky me, he just happened to be in the training room, his friend Garrick not far off. Both of them were clearly caught up in their own routines.

I hesitated for a moment before slowly making my way over to him, sword in hand. I always doubted myself when asking for his help. Sure, he did help, but it never felt like he actually enjoyed it. Maybe he only did it because I’m a marked one.

“Hey…” I said quietly, my voice barely audible. I swallowed hard, steeling myself before trying again. “Would you mind helping me with that swing? I think I almost have it.” I tried to sound casual, throwing in a touch of friendliness for good measure.

He stopped mid-movement and turned toward me, his cold eyes locking onto mine. Yep, definitely annoyed.

I sucked in a deep breath. “Just a moment…please?” I tried again, my tone softer this time.

He sighed, running a hand through his hair before letting it fall to his side. He dropped his sword. “Just a moment,” he said, his voice as sharp and cutting as the blade in my hand.

Xaden was always the same when he gave instructions—sharp, and to the point. Even after the session ended and he stepped off the mat, he didn’t soften. No goodbye, no comment on what I should work on. It was strange—he always had something to say, some correction to offer for next time.

Not today. Today, I had officially pushed all his buttons and that made me feel horrible.

Later that night, about an hour before curfew, I wandered through the massive halls of the Riders Quadrant. With the freezing months settling in, a nice hot drink seemed like a good idea.

I turned toward the courtyard when I heard voices—two of them. A man and a woman.

“We’ll both regret it,” the man said, his tone low and laced with frustration.

No…wait. That’s Xaden’s voice.

“Naturally,” the woman replied, her voice calm and familiar. Violet Sorrengail.

As quietly as I could, I moved toward the edge of the wall. I peeked around the corner, but I immediately wished I hadn’t.

Violet and Xaden. Kissing.

I bit my lip. No, it wasn’t just kissing—she was practically climbing him.

I stepped back from the wall, sucking in a shaky breath to stop myself from trembling.

I never felt anything romantic for Xaden—or at least that’s what I told myself. He was helpful, even when he never seemed to want to be. But seeing them together…it hurt more than I expected.

It's probably better this way. If i don't talk to him, i won't have to face the humuliation of knowing he chose someone else.

The urge to look again, to confirm what I’d seen, was huge. But I knew what I saw. No need to make it worse.

♤

It had been five days since I last spoke to Xaden—or more accurately, since I started avoiding him. The ache in my chest hadn’t eased, no matter how much I tried to bury it.

I spent most of my free time practicing. Training felt like the only way to get him out of my head, though it never worked completely.

It was nearly dark, the training room clearing out as the hours ticked by. I swung my sword again, harder this time, pouring my frustration into each movement.

“Use that much force, and you’ll cut your own head off.”

I froze at the sharp voice behind me.

Taking a deep breath, I turned to face Xaden. You can do this, I told myself.

“I don’t recall asking your opinion,” I said, keeping my tone neutral as I buried my emotions.

He raised a brow, the scarred one. “You asked me to teach you,” he argued, his voice just as sharp.

“Do you think I don’t notice you slipping out of every room I walk into? Avoiding me like I’ve done something wrong?” He steps closer, his voice low and cutting. “Tell me what I did.”

I scoffed and turned back toward my mat, but before I could pick up my sword, his hand wrapped around my wrist.

“Let go,” I said through gritted teeth, trying to pull away.

“No,” he said firmly. “Not until you tell me why you’ve been avoiding me. And don’t lie—we both know you have.”

His grip didn’t loosen, but his tone softened slightly, the sharp edge still unmistakable.

“I don’t get involved in relationship drama,” I replied sarcastically, giving him a pointed look.

His frown deepened. “What does that have to do with anything?”

“You and Violet,” I said, raising a brow. “I’m not getting between that mess.”

His grip finally loosened, and he stepped back, confusion flickering across his face.

“Violet and I are not…that is not—we’re not together,” he said sharply.

“She climbed you like a tree five nights ago,” I deadpanned, meeting his gaze head-on.

For a moment, he just stared at me. Then, to my shock, a grin spread across his face—wider than I’d ever seen.

“You’re jealous,” he said, his tone almost teasing.

“Excuse me?” I shot back, taken aback. “I assure you, I am not jealous. I just refuse to be part of a mess.”

He stepped closer, and I instinctively backed into the wall. His hands came up, caging me in.

“I assure you,” he said softly, his voice dropping lower, “there’s nothing between Violet and me. What you saw was her first time experiencing the mating bond between our dragons.”

I opened my mouth to respond, but he beat me to it.

“Surprisingly, I only have eyes for you.”

My breath hitched, his words catching me completely off guard. “You don’t show it,” I managed to say after a moment. "All you’ve ever done is push me away.”

His brows furrowed, frustration flickering across his face. “Because I can’t think straight when you’re around. You’re stubborn, infuriating, and you have no idea what you’re doing to me.”

He sighed, the softness in his expression almost foreign. “It’s difficult to teach you when all I want to do is kiss you.”

Excuse me? There is no way that this man just admitted that. The usual cold, emotionless man that I had been stupidly falling for did not just admit to want to kiss me.

"what?" I whisper out, not trusting my voice to talk any louder or say anything else.

One of his hands cup my face and I can feel my cheeks flush. "All I want to do is kiss you." He repeats, his voice is just as confident as before.

I think for a moment before I speak again. "Then why don't you?" The question is soft and I can barely even finish it as his mouth crashes on mine.

The kiss is rough, just as I expected from this man. His hand on my face tightens and his other hand goes to my waist. He squeezes my waist softly as the kiss deepens.

Gods, this man.

After a few more seconds he pulls away, leaving my breathless as I lean against the wall.

"That was..." I start breathless. "Perfect," he finishes for me. A smile creeps up my face, I can feel my body heat up more every second.

"yeah....yeah, it was perfect," I repeat and I lift my eyes to his. He seems to be feeling the heat to.

"we can finish what we started in my room." He proposes and my eyes widen slightly-- not in fear, no, in anticipation.

I nod my face quickly. "Yeah sounds amazing. Sounds perfect." I say with a smile. He gives me a grin.

"Let's go then." He says grabbing my hand.

♤

[harunayuuka2060]

MC (?): Here are your keys. Please remember to always lock your door and avoid leaving your room unlocked.

Kalim: ...

Kalim: MC? How are you feeling?

MC (?): ...

MC (?): I hope everyone has a good rest. I’ll see you all tomorrow. *turns around and left*

Kalim: ...

Vil: Kalim, it's best not to get overly friendly with Potato's doppelganger.

Kalim: But... They tried to warn us...

Riddle: I would have to agree with Kalim here. While I don’t fully trust them, it’s still better to have someone we can gather information from.

Azul: That is... if they're not being restricted.

Malleus, Leona, and Idia: ...

Idia: By the way, aren’t we all staying in the same room? Why does everyone need a key?

Leona: I know.

Malleus: The doppelgangers... they aren’t carrying any keys.

Leona: These keys serve as our identification.

Leona: So you better not lose it.

Vil: You should tell that yourself, Leona.

Leona: Hmph.

Malleus (?): Precious, you've disobeyed the order again.

MC (?): ...

MC (?): I’m allowed to... provide clues. It’s entirely up to our guests whether they understand them or not.

Malleus (?): *chuckles*

MC (?): ...

Malleus (?): Are you still hoping to leave this place?

MC (?): No. This is where I belong.

Malleus (?): *smiles in satisfaction* That's right. *hugs them gently*

Malleus (?): Everything that you hold dearly is here.

MC (?): But those people—

Malleus (?): They can leave, of course—after the hunt.

MC (?): ...

Malleus (?): *chuckles*

The dorm leaders: *none of them could sleep*

Leona: Grr... I can’t shake the feeling that we’re being watched from somewhere.

Vil: That shouldn't be a surprise.

Riddle: Azul, what are you doing?

Azul: Checking if the door is locked properly.

Idia: Azul, you're being paranoid.

Azul: We are in a dangerous place. What do you want me to do?

Malleus: ...

Malleus: Al Asim, are you still thinking about that person?

Kalim: They look so sad... I feel bad for them...

Malleus: ...

Malleus: You only feel that way because they bear the face of the child of man.

Kalim: ...

Jamil (?): What are you doing here?

MC (?): I'm here to ask for a favor.

Jamil (?): ...

Jamil (?): Aren't you getting tired?

MC (?): ...

MC (?): I've already given up, but I don't want any more people to experience the same thing.

Jamil (?): ...

Jamil (?): Do you think I possess the same kindness as you do?

MC (?): You helped me once.

Jamil (?): And it failed.

MC (?): ...

MC (?): Jamil, are you...

Jamil (?): Yes. I will be executed soon.

MC (?): ...

MC (?): I am sorry.

Jamil (?): Well, it's a blessing to me. I'm tired of this life.

MC (?): ...

Jamil (?): ...

Jamil (?): I dug a tunnel. None of the higher-ups know. You should look for it, but be extremely discreet.

MC (?): ...

MC (?): *smiles in gratitude* Thank you.

Jamil (?): ...

Jamil (?): So you can still smile... It's a pity you haven't lost it yet.

MC (?): *covers their mouth*

Jamil (?): ...

Jamil (?): You would've been lucky if you had never arrived at this place.

MC (?): ...

MC (?): ...

Kalim (?): *has killed Jamil (?) in front of them*

Kalim (?): Hm~? I thought Jamil was your precious friend. Was I wrong?

MC (?): *stares blankly*

Kalim (?): *giggles* This is a bit disappointing. I wanted to see you cry.

MC (?): *bows their head* My apologies.

Riddle (?): You're bullying them again. Don't you get tired?

Kalim (?): Nope! And don't you try to act concerned, Riddle. You enjoyed their tears too.

Riddle (?): ...

Riddle (?): Yes, but now, they can't even shed a single tear.

MC (?): ...

Kalim (?): Ah, MC~ Clean this mess. *points at Jamil's (?) lifeless body*

MC (?): ...

Kalim (?): Answer.

MC (?): ...

MC (?): Yes.

[sailornymph]

‘SLUT ME OUT’

how naruto, neji, gaara, & kiba are in bed

cw : nsfw, bondage, exhibitionism, etc. authors note : all are adults, they just looked better in shippuden.

♡︎ naruto uzumaki

— 6 inches, he’s slightly above average, but that isn’t bad!! he knows how to use every inch

— this man is embarrassingly loud, without an once of shame, 10x worse than madara

— he likes your legs on his shoulders, giving him perfect access to pound into your cunt

— he has the stamina of a beast, thanks to kurama, literally wanting to go all night

— he loves foreplay, playing with your clit as he kisses your neck, you giving him a titjob, or just dry humping each other

— eating your pussy in his office, telling you to cum before someone interrupts

— the pace depends on the mood, if it was a hard day, then he may be a little rougher, but something like morning sex, he is gentle, handling you with the most care

— he is another one who didn’t know the importance of aftercare, but once getting with you, he takes care of you in every way

“n-naruto, we have to hurry,” you moaned, the back of your hand pressed against your mouth.

laying on his desk, the fear of anyone interrupting far from your mind, too clouded with lust to stop him from pounding into your soaked pussy. how did you end up in this position? you were only supposed to be bringing naruto his lunch when he began to whine about how he missed you.

“i know, i’m almost there,” he groaned, leaning down to motorboat your breast. gods, you had to be a gift from the gods, absolutely perfect for him.

“right there,” you cried, as he rubbed your clit. he had a meeting in twenty minutes, meaning he had less than ten minutes to make you cum.

“i’m about to cum,” he told you, grunting loudly, as you began to moan, releasing all over his cock, covering your mouth in the process.

“that was great, let’s go again,” he smiled.

“we can't, did you forget that fast that you have a meeting?”

“i’m thinking of skipping, just this once, and taking you home,” he chuckled, as you kissed his lips, accepting his hand, and getting up to fix your clothing.

just as your dress was fixed, there was a knock, making naruto, raise an eyebrow in confusion, but walking over to answer.

“lord seventh,” shikamaru said, extremely flustered.

“what is it?” naruto asked.

“your meeting was supposed to be at noon, in your office,” he said, shifting his eyes as you came into view.

“that can't be, y/n has been here since then, i thought you said, after noon,” naruto said, scratching his head, as you realized what happened.

“the shinobi came to his office?”

“yes, and they heard a disturbing noise, so i decided to come to see for myself, but i realize, you were a bit busy,” shikamaru said.

“oh my-they heard us,” you covered your face, moving away from the door.

“sorry about that, shikamaru, you know how it is when you haven't seen your woman all day, could you see about rescheduling?” naruto asked, sheepishly.

“will do,” he nodded, while naruto reached for your hand, bringing it to his lips.

“there's nothing to be flustered about, you were amazing,” naruto grinned, leading you out of the office, to walk you home.

♡︎ neji hyuga 

— he has nearly 7 inches and is on the skinnier side

— muffled moans and grunts because he can’t bring himself to make such noises, but he is into degradation

— he is into bondage and finds pleasure in making you his ragdoll

— tying your hands over your head, your legs around his waist, as he fucks into you

— he treats your relationship like a reward system, if you can take all of his cock like a good girl, then he will reward you with his tongue

— claims to hate foreplay, but the sight of you on your knees in front of him, begging to be fucked, he can’t help but reach out to hold, caress, kiss on you

— despite how to rough seem, lightly slapping your cheek, when you’re not sucking his cock like a good girl, he is incredibly gentle, when fucking you. he comes off as mean to many, but he is very in love with you and likes to show it through intimacy

— aftercare is very important to him, he is able to express his love, by catering to your body, after the long session of pleasure

“neji, please, i need it,” you whined, thrusting your hips up, craving more pressure from the vibrator to be held to your clit.

he hadn't seen you in a few weeks, and he missed you dearly. however, when he approached your house, you sat outside, speaking with sai about his drawing. he had no right to be jealous, he told you from the beginning, that being with him meant secrecy because he wasn't allowed to be with outsiders. still, now that he had you alone, he couldn't deny that he was releasing a bit of his frustration.

“but do you deserve it?” he asked, his pale eyes set on you, nodding earnestly.

“yes,” you whined when he pulled the toy away, furrowing his eyebrows.

“tell me how much you need it, and i will consider putting it back,” he said, turning the toy off.

“i want to cum so bad, i can't take this,” you shook your head, closing your eyes in frustration. however, you quickly opened your eyes, feeling his fingers pressing against your clit, rubbing slowly.

“there is no need for you to become so frustrated, love, use your words, what do you want me to do?” he asked.

“fuck me, all i want is your cock inside of me, please,” you squirmed.

“only because you asked so politely,” he smirked, removing his clothing, and climbing into your bed. stroking himself a few times, he began to push himself in, humming as he went into your comforting hole.

“i love your cock so much,” you moaned.

“shut up with your babbling, love,” he chuckled, kissing your lips. reaching to hold your hips, lifting your lower body into his lap, he began thrusting.

moaning loudly, the palms of your hands nearly red from how tight you squeezed the rope. your eyes rolling back, as neji continues to kiss your lips, moving down to your neck. you only pant, wrapping your legs around his waist, when he pulled away.

“wh-

you stopped, realizing that he was reaching to loosen the knot, releasing your hands from the ropes. immediately, your hands were around him, moving his soft hair from his face.

“i love you, neji,” you panted, lewdly staring into his eyes, smiling at the pink tint on his cheeks.

“i love you too, beautiful,” he whispered, as your fingers moved up his chest.

“i’m cumming,” you moaned, your mouth going into an ‘o’ shape, as he moved his mouth to your breast. lifting, he began grunting, eyebrows furrowed, but concentrated, as he came inside. sighing, he pulled out, laying on top of you.

“what made you untie me so early?” you questioned, your fingers running through his thick, but silky brown hair.

“i’ve missed your embrace is all,” he sighed.

“are you alright? do you want to talk about it?” you questioned, making him grin. how could he even get jealous or question you, when you were so loveable?

“i’m fine, i just want to hold you a while longer”

♡︎ gaara 

— this man is packing and he’s so shy about it

— he stays quiet, you are his first and he is completely unsure of what noises are or aren’t acceptable

— he doesn’t know what position he likes, but he’s willing to try anything you’re willing to teach him

— he does know for sure he likes when you suck his cock, on your knees, it is such a beautiful sight

— he’s awkward during foreplay, and you have to guide him on where to lick or touch, but once he understands, he’s a pro

— you never knew sex could be so gentle, until getting with gaara. he has hurt so many people and he could never hurt you, even if it was supposed to be pleasureful

— he speaks so lowly, you usually think he is completely silent, but sometimes, you can hear him whisper words of praise and encouragement

— to say he doesn’t have any prior experience, he is really good at aftercare. he insists on catering to you and promising that it brings him joy to do so

“oh gaara, i’ve missed you so much,” you moaned, propped up on your elbows, your kimono open. gaara was eager as ever, peppering kisses along your neck and breast.

“i apologize, my role as kazekage is more demanding than i thought it would be,” he pulled away, answering seriously.

“it's okay, i understand, i just miss having you home sometimes, to kiss me, love me, fuck me,” you said, in between kisses. reaching for your panties, you lowered them, allowing him to pull them from your legs.

leaning forward, you kissed his lips, while opening his pants. his cock sprang free, veins visible, leading up to his pink tip — his precum dripping onto the sheets. biting your lip, you began to stroke his cock.

“fuck me,” you whispered, as he kissed you again. moving his hand on top of your own, he began to stroke his cock, as you let go.

laying back, you stared into his eyes, as he moved to hover over you. rubbing his tip against your slit, he began to push in. biting your lip, you shut your eyes, allowing yourself to adjust to his size. however, gaara immediately froze.

“am i hurting you?” he asked, sounding scared, about to pull away.

“no, never, you’re perfect, i am just adjusting to you-

“i’m hurting you because it’s too thick, i’m sorry, i-

“gaara, what did i tell you? we’re compromising. you like to go slow, so you don’t hurt me, and i like the feeling of you stretching me to your size. you’re fine, i know you wouldn’t intentionally hurt me and i would let you know before we could get to that point,” you explained, reassuringly, reaching to hold his cheek.

staring into your eyes for a moment, he leaned down kissing your lips, before continuing to fit the rest of his size inside. he squeezed his eyes shut, the idea of you hurting, crushed him. pulling away from him, you moaned loudly.

“oh my god,” you slurred, a lazy smile on your lips.

gaara never knew he could be so passionate about someone, until you. even if he didn't care about how hard he pounded into you — he found himself in love with the action of lovemaking. he still struggled with expressing himself, but perhaps you could understand how much he loved you, by his decision to move slowly. you could feel every inch, taking it all on to make it cherishable.

“so beautiful,” he mouthed, taking slow strokes. his hands on the sides of you, watching in amazement as you unraveled before his eyes. your eyes rolling back, your airy moans, occasionally gasping. god, how did he end up with such a perfect wife?

"you're going to make me cum too fast," you whined, throwing your head back, as he continued thrusting, staring in amazement. perfect. perfect. perfect. everything about you was the epitome of beauty.

“how does it feel, baby?” you continued, leaning to kiss his jaw, through your moans

"you feel amazing," he said, trying to hold back his noises.

“you can make as many noises as you'd like, it’s just us,” you whispered, smiling as the tiniest moan escaped, his face becoming flustered.

"please make me cum, gaara," you moaned, as he kissed your lips again.

"i love you," he said, lowly, smiling as you pulled him into a hug, while he continued moving his hips.

"i love you too," you whined loudly, as his thrust became uneven. you were creaming all over him, as he moved his hand down, slowly rubbing your clit, until your leg started shaking.

"j-just like that," you moaned, nodding, as the knot in your abdomen finally was released. pulling out, gaara jerked his cock a few times, reaching for his handkerchief off of the counter, you tiredly watched as he came on it, closing it up. once done, he had a sheepish expression on his face. he had been pulling out, since the two of you became intimate, out of fear of becoming a terrible parent, but unlike what his thoughts said, you didn't judge him.

“would you like a shower, love?” he asked.

“only if you are joining me,” you bit your lip, satisfied at his shy nod.

♡︎ kiba inuzuka 

— oh my, this man has a force to be reckoned with in his pants lol, and it's very girthy

— he is almost primal, grunting and growling, as he fucks your beautiful pussy

— doggystyle or spooning, it doesn’t matter, but he is a bit of an exhibitionist, he adores fucking you anywhere outdoors

— he eats pussy so good, will have your legs shaking and loves spanking you

— something about seeing your ass all sensitive, your legs clenching to hide dripping pussy, turns him on in a way beyond words

— no lovemaking for him, instead he fucks you, each touch as desperate as the last to get you off

— he’s kinkier than neji, spitting, slapping, bondage, anal, he loves it all

— on his own, he is terrible at aftercare, but he likes to think of it as a partnership. as a team, catering to each other (and with you walking him through each step) he is much better

“keep quiet, wouldn’t want everyone to see how much of a slut you are,” he laughed, pressing his thumb against your second hole, making you moan louder, rushing to cover your mouth.

“ugh, baby, you’re fucking me too good,” you cried to him, your right hand muffling your moans, while your left squeezed the green grass.

the two of you intended to only spend some time together after constantly working, but it was so hard to keep your hands to yourselves.

“you’re so hot, babe, you’re taking my cock like a good girl, yeah, you like when i fuck you like this, huh bitch?” he said, his canine teeth showing, slapping your ass.

wincing you tiredly fucked him back, when he sat on the grass, pulling you into his lap. throwing your head back, as he pushed his cock into your pussy, he bit your nipple, lightly tugging.

“oh kiba, i love it so much, don't stop,” you moaned, as he slapped your ass again.

“i won't, not until you cum all over my cock,” he grunted. he was unashamed, grunting and growling like he was in heat. for him, he was mating, and he certainly intended to get stuck to you.

“i-i’m go-ing to cum, baby,” you moaned, as sped up, thrusting, as he squeezed your ass. your breast bouncing in his face. he couldn't help but feel like the luckiest man around, you were the people’s princess, and only he could get you to act like a primal slut and you loved every moment of it.

“fuck,” he hissed, cumming, as your pussy clenched around him, repeatedly, as you came. holding onto his shoulder, you kissed the side of his mouth, before fully connecting with his lips.

“that was fun,” you said, both of you sharing a laugh, as he stood up, still holding you, before he let your feet touch the ground, then pecked your lips.

“what do you think about ramen and then a nice bath?” kiba asked, as the both of you began dressing.

“sounds good to me,” you agreed. after he finished, he waited for you, crouched down.

“hop on,” he said, standing up, and headed towards the village with you on his back.

[bosbas]

Chapter 7: I wish I could un-recall how we almost had it all

series masterlist previous part || next part

pairing: anthony bridgerton x fem!daphne's best friend!reader WC: 2.0k words

Warnings: period-typical gender roles, idiots in love, mentions of pregnancy, ANGST!!!!!

Summary: At her wit's end after Anthony's multiple attempts to scare away her suitors, Daphne employs her best friend's help to keep her brother distracted while she tries to find a husband. It's a foolproof plan, except it ends up working a little too well. (or, a Bridgerton version of The Taming of the Shrew/10 things I hate about you)

July 13, 1812 - Waking up the past few days had been absolute torture. But waking up today and seeing the blood on your sheets was worse than any morning you’d ever had. 

A part of you was relieved. You had gotten your courses. You weren’t with child. You didn’t have to trap Anthony in a loveless marriage.

It was good news, right?

That’s what you were desperately repeating to yourself over and over as you sat in your bed sobbing uncontrollably. 

It truly was over then. There was no baby, and there would be no marriage. You’d be lucky if Anthony ever talked to you again, though you wouldn’t blame him if he didn’t. All because you thought it would be a fun game to dabble with someone’s real feelings.

What's more, your courses actually came a few days early. It was like the universe was completely and categorically rejecting the idea of a happy ending with Anthony. It was what you deserved, you supposed. At least the misery of not knowing was over.

To make matters worse, your crying was so loud that your father popped his head into your room, an extremely unusual occurrence. 

“What is all this ruckus?” he asked. “Is everything alright?”

Not having the time, energy, or desire to fully explain what was happening, and doubting he’d care, you told your father, “My courses came.”

“Oh,” he said, suddenly growing very uncomfortable. “I’ll leave you to it, then.” 

Predictable. He wasn’t one to get involved with women’s issues.

---

You had given yourself a few hours to mope around your home, mourning the loss of what could have been. But it was time to face your fears, and you headed over to the Bridgerton residence.

It was usually only a few minutes' walk, but you were dreading the impending conversation so much that it was almost fifteen minutes before you reached their front door.  

What scared you the most was that you had no idea how Anthony was going to take the news. You knew the responsibility was yours to go to the Bridgerton home and inform him, but you hadn’t seen him or Daphne since the day after your fateful ball.

As you reached their front entrance, before you could even knock, the door burst open and you saw Anthony standing in front of you. 

Not that you were in a position to enjoy it, but he looked exceedingly handsome. He was clearly on his way out to go to town, and you didn’t know whether to curse or thank the universe for putting him in front of you before he left for the day. 

“Oh!” you gasped, startled. “Um, hello, Anthony,” you greeted awkwardly. 

He just stared back, unmoving. He hadn’t been expecting to talk to you for at least a few more days and was entirely unprepared now.

“Daphne’s just inside,” he said after a few seconds of uncomfortable silence. 

“No, I’m here to speak with you, actually.”

“Oh,” he said simply, not giving away what he was feeling. It hadn't even been a week! Surely there was no news yet? Surely he could still hold out some hope?

He stepped outside and closed the door, allowing you two some privacy for the conversation you were about to have.

“I- Well, I just wanted to inform you that my courses came this morning,” you said, your voice wavering. 

“Oh,” he repeated. 

Was that really all he was going to say?

You cleared your throat stiffly. “And evidently no one saw us sneak off to the library the other night, otherwise we’d have heard the rumors by now.” A pause. “I suppose this means you won’t need to propose, then. And we can go our own ways.”

It was like your words ignited something in Anthony, and he finally moved to cross his arms in front of his chest, a prominent scowl on his face. 

“I suppose it does. Congratulations. Your little plan worked perfectly, then. Daphne was able to court a scumbag while you distracted me and remained perfectly detached.”

His angry words cut you deep. Almost out of habit when you needed comfort, you reached out for his broken hand that was still bandaged. He took a step back, almost looking panicked as he eyed your outstretched arm. 

You felt tears welling in your eyes, but you didn’t let them fall. You deserved no sympathy from the man in front of you.

Blinking them away, you sniffed. “Anthony, I know nothing I say will ever make it up to you but I truly am sorry. It was never my intention to let it go on for so long.”

“And yet you did.”

“I did,” you replied, feeling ashamed. “But you must know, the time we did have together-”

But Anthony interrupted before you could continue. “I’ll be moving into bachelor’s lodgings as soon as possible. That way our paths won’t have to cross again unless there’s a big family event. I wish you the best in your future endeavors, and I sincerely hope you find a love match eventually.”

You choked back a sob. “Is this truly the last time we’ll talk?”

“I can hope,” he responded, cruelly echoing back the words you had said to him a few days ago. 

And with that, he pushed past you down the stairs, going toward his waiting carriage, not sparing you a second glance.

You were left crying outside of the Bridgertons’ door, head in your hands as you realized the gravity of Anthony’s statement. 

That was exactly how Violet found you twenty minutes later. 

“Oh no, my Y/N, what happened?” she asked, placing a comforting arm around your shoulders. 

You could only turn and sob into her shoulder, too shaken up to form any coherent words. 

Violet, bless her, rubbed your back soothingly as she led you back into her home, her afternoon of shopping completely forgotten now.

“Why don’t we ring for some tea and you can talk to me and Daphne about what’s bothering you?”

An hour later you had calmed down considerably and Daphne was in the middle of apologizing profusely for telling Anthony while Violet tried to process the information her daughter and her best friend had just divulged. You had scrubbed any mention of your escapade with Anthony from the story you told his mother, of course. But most other details remained accurate.

“It’s not your fault,” you waved away Daphne’s apology. “You only told him the truth. He was going to find out eventually, one way or another.”

“But it was my idea in the first place!” she insisted. “And a stupid one at that, seeing how things ended with Phillip.”

“Which we are not done discussing,” interjected Violet, still horrified that someone like him could treat her daughter that way. 

“Regardless, I would have come up with the idea myself and gone through with it if you hadn't,” you reassured her. “What’s done is done. I’m only sorry he’ll be leaving home.”

Daphne laughed and shook her head. “He’d been wanting to leave for ages. Besides, it’ll be nice to have some more peace and quiet around here.”

Always one to stay on topic, Violet kept up her line of questioning. “Why don’t the two of you get married still? Your feelings for him are clearly real, no matter how you ended up having them.”

Surprisingly, tears welled up in your eyes again After the day you’d had, you didn’t think you had any left in you, but the situation was just too dire not to cry over it. “He told me earlier he wishes to never speak with me again.”

Violet gasped. “That can’t be right, he would never say such a thing!”

You could only nod glumly, remembering his cold, uncaring eyes as he moved past you earlier that day. 

“I just can’t believe I ruined it all,” you cried. “It would have been so wonderful if only I hadn’t acted so carelessly.”

Violet tsked. “You wouldn’t have even looked at him in a romantic light if it weren’t for your silly plan. Who knows if things would have really been different.”

“At least I wouldn’t have a broken heart,” you said softly, wistfully looking out the window. 

“There is simply no world in which he can just forget how he feels about you,” insisted Daphne, trying to stay hopeful. 

“There’s nothing left,” you said, well aware of the situation you were in and rejecting any fantasies that would make you feel better temporarily. “I made the choices I made and I must live with them now.”

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“Why is Y/N never round for dinner anymore?” asked Hyacinth suddenly one night. 

“Yes, I miss playing chess with her before I go to bed. No one else here seems to want to play,” complained Gregory, in a rare moment of agreement with his youngest sister.

“She does seem to have very suddenly stopped showing up,” said Francesca. She eyed Daphne and Anthony suspiciously, knowing one of the two was bound to be the cause of your absence. 

“Well, I certainly didn’t tell her to stop coming,” said Daphne, glaring at her older brother. 

Anthony laughed coldly. “That’s rich coming from you. You know exactly why she stopped showing up, and it’s not exactly my fault.”

“Anthony!” exclaimed Violet, shocked at the sudden outburst of anger.

“Forget it,” he grumbled, standing up from the dinner table and storming off to his study.

A few moments later, Violet knocked on the door of Anthony’s study, not waiting for a response before she slipped in and closed the door behind her. 

“You’re not truly angry,” she stated, not even posing it as a question.

“Yes, I am,” Anthony insisted. 

“Your anger conceals something deeper, and it might do you some good to let it out.”

“No, it doesn’t,” Anthony responded, but his voice lacked his previous conviction. “I am angry,” he repeated, his voice breaking as he tried to convince himself of his feelings. 

“It’s not a crime to feel things for someone, you know. Even when they don’t work out.”

“What is the point then? If they amount to nothing?” Anthony pressed, struggling to find a greater reason for the complete heartbreak he felt day in and day out. 

It was torture to be away from you, to be sure. But he knew he would never be able to hold it together if he saw you in the flesh. Regardless, that didn’t stop him from missing you. Your rosy perfume. The way you threw your head back when you laughed. How tightly your hands held his hand when you were anxious about something.

And that was what killed him. He’d had real and profound feelings for you. He thought that was it. That you were it. He’d thought he'd found the person he was going to marry. He’d found his present and his future and everything in betweem.

But it had all been a lie. And so the anger kept coming back. And he could do nothing to stop it. 

It was misplaced anger, he knew. At you, at the world, at the fact that your courses had come and you would not have his child, and at the fact that he could never have you in a way that truly mattered. 

“That is exactly what makes you human, Anthony. You can’t go around life expecting to never be hurt. It’s a rare thing to feel that way about someone.”

“Good. I’m glad it’s rare. I wouldn’t wish this on my worst enemy.”

“Anthony!” Violet gasped, scandalized. “Love is not a curse.”

“It certainly feels like one.”

“You could still be with her, you know. All this misplaced love, it’ll do you no good to keep it bottled up.”

“I can’t,” insisted Anthony, his voice breaking again. “I wanted to marry her still. I even asked her. I thought she’d love me back if I only had some time to convince her. But she didn’t want to marry me,” he confessed, succumbing to his feelings and putting his head in his hands as he cried. 

“Why don’t you try talking to her again?” suggested Violet, rubbing her son’s back comfortingly. 

“I can’t,” he replied, rubbing his eyes. “It’s for the better.”

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[ethereacals]

hey gorgeous! I was thinking abt a reader who is a bit of a gym rat and her and James become friends in the gym and every day after the gym he tells rem and siri abt this girl and then one day they all meet somewhere (maybe like grocers i dont know) and the other boys fall in love and then next time they are at the gym James asks her to go on a date with all of them in hogsmeade or something cute like that and they all start going out!!!! Obviously just ignore if that sounded horrific, love you!!💞💞

ty for requesting my love, sorry for the wait.

and i decided to just make it james x reader since i haven’t done much just james, hope that’s okay (:

VOGUE

synopsis: gymrat!reader gets uninvitingly hit on my one of the guys at her gym. so it’s James to the rescue.

james potter x gn!reader

warnings: james potter and his irresistibility, unwanted sexual attention and innuendos, profanity

content: teddy bear james

YOU WERE COOLING down from your workout in the yoga and weightlifting room in your gym.

Sitting on your yoga mat, you stretched out your sore muscles.

The gym was usually a safe space for you, most of the regulars knew you and were extremely kind and supportive.

But today was different.

There were two guys in on opposite sides of the room from you, one was in his own little world with his headphones in. The other was staring at you through the mirror, and you were trying to ignore it.

Sure, he was fit.

But not what you were looking for right now.

As long as he didn’t say anythi—

“Hey, Babes.”

Of course, he just had to come over there.

“Um.. hi?” You greeted, keeping your headphones in.

“I couldn’t help but notice you from across the gym for the whole day.” He flirted, clearly he must have thought that sounded attractive because to you it was creepy.

“Oh.. thanks?”

“You know… i’m free all day after this. And— I’m done with my workout.” He smirked, leaning against the mirror with his sweaty abs all up in your face.

“That’s a nice offer.. but— i’m not done yet.” You mustered up a fake smile.

“That’s fine, you could finish up those stretches at my place. Though I can’t promise I’ll keep my hands to myself…” He winked, and you could puke.

“Again, a nice offer but I’m really not interested.” You tried, but there seemed to be no way you could get through to him.

“Oh, come on. Babe. I know you wanna come with me.” He started to gather up your stuff for you.

“Hey! don’t touch my stuff—“

“I’m just being a gentleman, what? Something naughty in here that you don’t want me to see?” He continued going through your stuff, and right before you could get up and take it from him..

“You heard them, man. Get lost.” You looked up to see the other guy that was across from you in the room.

“They’re just playing hard to get—“

“No, they’re trying to be nice but also basically telling you to go fuck yourself.” He argued, taking your stuff out of his hands and placing it back down next to you.

“Get out of here, or I’ll tell Marlene that you’re harassing someone and she’ll get your membership revoked.”

“Whatever, you weren’t really that sexy, anyways.” He shot his middle finger up at you, and shoved the glass doors open to the yoga room.

You let out a breath of relief.

“Thank y—“

“Don’t mention it, he was being a dick.” He rolled his eyes, crouching down to meet your level— but keeping a respectful distance.

“I’m James, James Potter.” He grinned, his hand out towards you.

“Y/N L/N.” You smiled, shaking his hand gently.

“Enjoy your workout, m’kay? If anyone else starts bothering you just come find me.” He stood, running a hand through his disheveled hair.

“O—Okay…” You managed to get out, James literally was adorable.

He smiled brightly at you, before turning and walking back to his weights.

Maybe you would be okay getting harassed more often, BUT only if James was the one to save you.

[jjsloverre]

bsf!jj x sweetheart!reader going on their first date

bsf!jj x sweetheart!reader

in which… bsf!jj finally gets the courage to ask out sweetheart!reader and make all her dreams come true

includes… cursing, basically pure fluff

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you were sitting alone saturday night, just randomly putting your lashes and lip gloss on.

you and jj haven’t hung out in days, which wasn’t normal. he was always with you, vice versa. you were starting to get worried that you and jj were drifting apart after all these years, and you didn’t know if you’d be able to recover from that pain.

until, he texted you.

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you quickly hopped up and got ready. this was your first date. once you got ready, you waited outside for jj to show up. once he did, he quickly got out the car to pick you up and kiss you. “fuck.. you look amazing. i could fuckin devour you.”

“what do you have planned for our date?”

“it’s not much, i don’t get paid for another week, so i decided on something way more special than a fancy kook restaurant.” he explained.

“and that is?”

“picnic date on the beach.”

“don’t need to tell me twice! let’s go!”

as you drove to the beach, you couldn’t help but let your mind drift to all your happy moments and memories with jj. the one day he taught you how to drive, your parents didn’t want to teach you since they got so frustrated; but with jj, he was extremely patient.

or the time he taught you how to surf, after you begged him for weeks. he also taught you how to roll, even if you barley smoked. half of your life, you were with jj, and now… you were on a date with him.

“as crazy as it sounds, i got your mom to teach me how to make that gumbo you like.” your eyes widened. your mom hating jj was an understatement. it shocked you that your mom even gave him the time of day. “wait seriously?! how did you manage to talk her into it?”

“i have that charm, sweetheart.” he laughed as he sat you down, and handed you a bowl of gumbo. “holy shit jj this is amazing!” you exclaimed. “thanks mama.”

while you sat in jj’s lap and ate, you both were staring into the sunset until he randomly spoke. “remember when i used to sneak to your place and we sat on your roof to watch movies?” of course you remembered, it was one of your favorite things to do with him. “duh i remember, we should do that again.”

“anything you want.”

“why’d you wait so late to ask me?”

“i was procrastinating.” he said.

“you didn’t procrastinate when you were fucking me a week ago.”

“i was scared you’d say no.”

“when have i ever said no to you jj?”

he paused. “never.. but i dunno i always thought you had feelings for someone else.” you smile and hold him. “jj i’ve always had feelings for you!” you exclaimed. “and i’m so happy to be on this date right now, i wouldn’t want anything else.”

“i love you.”

“i love you more mama.”

“jj?”

“yes ma’am?”

you put your food down, and turn to straddle him. “i just love you a lot.” jj cuddles you in his arms and mumbles in your hair. “i love you more princess, our second date will be even better, promise.”

“i already love this date.”

“come home with me? my dad isn’t home and i deep cleaned my room for us to binge watch.”

“i’m so down!”

jj picked you up and drove you to his house. as you went inside, he guided you to his newly clean bedroom. he plated some food, snacks, beers if you wanted, drinks and some joints. he cuddled you while you both watched the new sza and keke palmer movie.

“i’m staying the night right?” you asked curiously.

“of course.”

“one day, will you let me paint your nails?” he laughed at your at your question. “yes, i will let you paint my nails any color you would like.” you smile up and him and shower his face with kisses. “good answer baby.”

“and now, i can properly make love to you on my new bed, but not yet, i gotta make you my girlfriend before i fuck you again.”

“jj you can’t last a day without sex.”

“i’ve been waiting until i asked you out actually.”

“really?”

“yeah. i have, just wanted you to feel special, not like a one night stand like we were talking about that one day.”

“you remembered that talk?” silly question, he thought. jj remembers almost everything you say, or do. “of course i do. it was important to you so i listened.”

“you are the sweetest. i love you jj.”

“i love you more mama, forever and always.”

with that, you drifted to sleep in jj’s arms. he gently moved all the snacks and stuff off of the bed for you to get more comfortable. while you were sleep, he sat on the thought of you. he finally got the girl, he finally asked you out. and soon enough, he’d finally ask you to be his girlfriend.

“love you bunches sweet girl.” he said one last time as he placed a kiss on your forehead, then went to sleep.

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more bsf!jj x sweetheart!reader here!

a/n- just a little bit of foreshadowing ☺️

[mrs-monaghan]

https://x.com/gyeolgol/status/1884864333059965307

I used to see a lot of arguments on tl who the eyes in JIMIN’s WHO is. Army arguing it’s V while Jikookers arguing it’s JK. Me being a jikooker wanted it to be Jk but wasn’t seeing any resemblance at all. JK’s are very specific boba eyes and the billboard was nothing like that. So I thought it might be cgi and not any real person’s.

but I think now I’m convinced it is tae’s.. because these both are extremely similar. It’s almost like the same pic. And I don’t think it’s weird when BTS, especially Jimin, praise tae’s visuals.

So I’m team Tae for WHO BB pic 😀👍

It's not weird if Jimin uses any member on that MV. But the member still has to make sense. And with how things are atm i really dont see JM using V I was going to just ignore this really, but the asks keep coming and from Jikookers too so here I am, ig. It's time to stop the madness. I always forget Vminers exist until they pull some shit like this and I'm like

Anygays, idk if you noticed but OP there did not even use the photo that Jimin used in the MV

This is how the pic actually looks like:

Why didn't they use the OG? And why are people just eating this up? 🙄

Anon, who agrees with Vminers. Where are the moles? If Jimin wanted us to know it was V on that Billboard, why would he have V's moles edited out? 🤔 I don't see the moles, I don't see the eyebags, and you know who's got those eyebags?

(Thanks @sweetjikook)

This is the accurate photo we've been going by;

And for me, this looks more like the one on that Billboard way more than V's. 🤷🏾‍♀️

So, we've established there is no moles, no eyebags and again let's not forget about keep going

We still don't have an answer as to what those 2 words mean apart from the fact that they popped up in AYS. A show that Jimin did with JUNGKOOK.

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Anon you're team V and ig that's fine. But when I do my math i still end up with JK. But to each their own ig. 😁

[mullermilkshake]

PART TWO - Kento Nanami x Fem!Reader x Satoru Gojo

Gojo worms his way inside. Tags -Yandere!Reader,Thoughts on murder,References to poison,Knives and cutting,Threats of burning,Mentions of masturbation,Threats of decapitation,Coercive behaviour,Yandere,Sexual tension

How did you convince Kento to allow Satoru Gojo into his home again?

Oh right, apparently you and Gojo became acquaintances after he ‘quit’ his job at that restaurant and by a random extremely slim chance, he took a job up at the coffee shop.

Kento was far too intelligent to fall for it, so how did he? You remembered how much you tried to convince him otherwise, but with Gojo breathing down your neck threatening Kento’s life, you didn’t exactly have a choice.

I’m going to kill that bastard in his sleep one of these days. Gojo’s muscular build put you at a disadvantage, but there were other ways you could skin a cat. Poison for example, just drop it in his drink and watch him choke over the entree before he had a chance to grab the fork from the napkin and stick Kento with it.

Maybe the old fashion throat slit would better suit a man of his calibre? The joy you’d get from seeing him struggle underneath you with all that fear in his eyes brought you more joy than presents on Christmas.

Though in the little time you’d known Gojo for, something told you that he’d like that.

Sadistic son of a bitch. 

“Can you pass me the salt please, Darling?”

You blinked at him and registered what he asked for. “Yes- yes, of course.”

“Thank you.” He took the shaker and watched Gojo with a suspicious side eye. “So, Gojo. How are you finding your new job at the coffee shop? It’s quite a different change of pace from an upscale restaurant.”

Gojo watched you just the same. “Well, life’s short right? I’ve always loved a challenge.”

How was it that only you could sense the weight of the atmosphere? Kento just didn’t react to it, or he just didn’t let on. All you wanted to do was scream out and tell him what a deranged man Gojo was. The thing about Satoru Gojo you gauged fairly quickly was how he followed through with his promises. One little promise and Utahime had been off work for two weeks refusing to see anyone.

She never came in the day after she started gushing over Kento and made a comment that upset you. You never got a chance to shove a small hessian pouch of decaf coffee beans down her throat so that she choked and lost her voice. Gojo did something far worse.

He stole that opportunity to get Utahime out of the way entirely and never told you what he did. Such a dramatic man who ruined the experience for you. 

“I'm actually thinking of leaving the coffee shop. Put my qualifications to good use.” You said, fiddling with your fork to throw Gojo off.

“You’re thinking of pursuing an academic role?” Kento smiled softly and rested his hand on your exposed knee. “That’s nice.”

“Yeah, I can go into teaching straightaway really. I’m thinking of applying for some positions before the next school year.”

Take that you creepy bastard. 

Gojo had not said one word, you noticed his jaw clenching as leant on his hand off to the right. You could see the subtle change in his eyes, something Kento obviously did not see. Anger? Rage? Or…

You looked down at Kento’s arm, his hand had moved from your knee and now hung off the back of your chair, thumbing a little dip of your neck delicately as though on instinct.

He’s so affectionate, how can anyone get more perfect than him? 

The man across the table grasped his fork in his hand to make his knuckles white as though it was made in the form of a warning. ‘Don’t mess with me.’ 

You sat back into Kento’s hand and folded your arms, watching him in the sudden silence to respond. ‘Try me you ignorant prick.’ 

“I dunno,” Gojo composed himself. “If you left now, we’d lose one pretty… good barista if you ask me.” 

His grip never faltered and it was close to shaking, trembling at his strength. A behaviour to exhibit strength and show the weaker one what damage he could do. Deer did the exact same thing, rutting with each other until they claimed victory to show those weaker not to fuck about or they’d get impaled. Sort of the same as that fork in his hand although not as small and discreet. 

Oh, and deers got to fuck their counterparts after. 

Something you dreaded thinking about because you wanted to forget about it. Gojo’s speech in the bathroom, his closeness and blunt nature admitting he wanted you. Like… wanted you. You simply denied him that and look where it got you, the man was a menace and never let up until you’d grown sick of him showing up at the coffee shop.

Fucking stalker, nowhere near chivalrous like Kento. 

And the fact that he knew your dark side, the one you struggled keeping tied up like someone who inconvenienced Kento in some way shoved in the trunk of your car, made it difficult to process. It grew more and more problematic the longer he was in your's and Kento’s lives. Holy fuck, you really wanted to kill that man, climb over the table and launch yourself like a flapping fish right in his face and ram your thumbs into his blue eyes until they ran red.

Satoru Gojo knew that too. That was his trademark, counteracting and predicting anything you threw at him. Knowing what you wanted before you knew you wanted it. Hell, he even told you he loved you.

That was supposed to be Kento’s line. And he stole it.

A big moment you could never forgive Gojo for.

“You are very good in your job role, but I’ll support you in whatever line of work you choose.” Kento pulled away and finished what was left on his plate. “An academic role is a great step forward for you.”

“Nanami, why don’t you talk about what you do as a job, huh? I don’t think she’s mentioned it before.” Gojo spoke your name with such a drawl you almost kicked him under the table.

“I’m in stocks and shares-”

“Oh!” You gasped and caught yourself too late.

“Are you alright?”

“Y-yeah.” You weren’t, Gojo’s foot found your leg. “I just forgot that I was meant to prepare dessert before we sat down- I’m so silly, I’m sorry Ken. I’ll go out and do it now.”

Kento held out his hand and offered to let you stay seated. “It’s alright, I’ll go and sort it. You stay here. I’ll get more wine too.”

“Thank you, baby.” Watching him walk away with a sweet smile, your face dropped once he was out of ear shot.

You practically shouted at Gojo with the most delicate whisper ever. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?!” 

He got closer to the table and watched you with the most adoring eyes from anybody you had ever seen with a smile to match. “Y’know, it’s funny how in sync we are.”

However, you had no time for it, your eyes darted back and forth from the kitchen to the dining table. “And what’s that supposed to mean?” 

“I have qualifications in teaching too.” He grinned at your falling expression.

No. He couldn’t follow you there too, could he? You were stretched thin enough as it was, grasping at straws to get your footing in repelling him and keeping Kento away from his grip. And here he was inserting himself into your life.

“Leave us alone, I don’t want any of this.” 

Gojo’s expression fell for just a second, you almost missed it before he put his mask back on. “Don’t lie to me.”

“You ruin this for me and I’ll fucking kill you… I worked too hard to make sure I could be with him, I won’t let anything get in between us, especially not you.” 

“Here we are.” Kento brought through three plates and a wine bottle under his arm. “Now, where was I? Oh, stocks and shares, that’s what you were interested in, right?”

“Mhm,” Gojo nodded and stabbed his dessert with his fork. “Tell me all about it.”

If anyone walked now, it would have seemed like the two were getting along going back and forth batting between sentences and random questions. It looked like Kento tolerated Gojo and actually seemed happy enough to give him answers to his stupid questions.

However, under the table was a different story entirely. Gojo took every opportunity to rub your leg with his foot as absentmindedly as Kento did with his little adoring touches.

I’m fucked. 

You managed to tolerate twenty minutes of torture before excusing yourself to the bathroom. It was a risk, though with how early in this weird fucked aquaintanceship with Gojo went, you surmised that he’d leave Kento to collect the dishes when he stated that he’d clear up. Only for a minute. 

So, you disappeared and plopped yourself down on the toilet just waiting for your breaths to settle. This theory, because it was not guaranteed, never stopped your beating heart from fluttering and not in a good way. What if he did hurt him?

Holding a breath, you stood up and went for the door lock, hesitating and shaking yourself out of it. The danger for Kento was too great to sit hidden up in a fucking toilet. Taking a second to observe your surroundings, you noticed a glass file by the sink. One of yours you left here.

Perfect. 

Siipping it into your grasp, you fiddled with the lock and opened it. The thought of just threatening Gojo made you feel much better. But Gojo stood right in front of you when the door opened. 

Before you could make contact with the file to his neck, he wrapped his slender fingers around your wrists and shoved you back in the bathroom, clicking the door closed behind him.

“That nail file is pretty cute. Wanna give me a manicure or act really scary to get me off?” He got so close, nose to nose full of his hot breath and cologne.

“Get off of me.” He resisted your struggles and squeezed a little tighter to make you wince. “I said get off.” 

Gojo smirked so smugly, his eyes darted about your face and could not keep still. “You think you’re pretty funny letting him touch you that way in front of me. There’s nothing stoppin’ me from walking downstairs and taking his sweet little head for myself to watch me while I jerk off to your picture. A trophy if you will. Would you like that?”

Your eyes darted to the glow of the downstairs lamp, clattering dishes in the distance. “Don’t touch him, or I’m setting you on fire in your sleep.”

“I love it when you talk dirty to me.” He could have kissed you, yet he refrained and watched you behind his lidded eyes. “I’m going to make your life more interesting around here and you’ll thank me for it. Y’know why?”

“Stop it.”

He readjusted himself as you pulled away and forced you up against the wall again. “There’s something in you that enjoys this, otherwise you would have told me to hit the sidewalk and ignored me completely. Now I’m tolerating Nanami for the time being because I couldn’t bear to see that pretty face sad, but soon enough when he outlives his usefulness, I’ll kill him.”

You almost growled in response. “Try me.”

“I’d love to.” He pulled away and strolled out of the bathroom leaving you there to contemplate your life.

Like a puppy you followed him downstairs to keep him from doing anything. Kento stood over the threshold of the kitchen, wiping a dish over.

Gojo spoke up before you ever could. “Thanks for showing me around, I got a little lost.”

What a lying bastard- shithead- prick- asshole. “It’s no worry, I forgot where the bathroom was when I first came over.”

“Were you snooping around my wine collection, Gojo?”

“Guilty!” He threw up his hands with a childish grin. “I’m not much of a drinker but I appreciate a collection when I see one.”

“You’re a collector?”

Gojo shook his hand a little to measure his indecisiveness. “Sort of…”

Even though he faced away from you, his eyes were glaring in your direction on some sort of reflective surface. “I like collecting trophies. Anything really, I’m good at everything I put my mind to. It’s like I said before, I love a challenge.”

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Hi! 😊

Your writing is so immersive that it feels cinematic—like watching a movie unfold in real time. I love how you always manage to surprise me with plot twists that I never see coming! It’s such a refreshing change from knowing exactly where the story is headed.

I’d absolutely love if you could give Yandere!Reader another go with Nanamin. I think it would be fascinating since Nanami’s level-headedness might keep him from suspecting her. And if you're open to poly ships, it’d be thrilling to add Gojo into the mix with a twist—Yandere!Reader x Nanami x Gojo, but with Gojo secretly yandere all along. Maybe he’s been stalking both of them, planning for the perfect moment to reveal his obsession and orchestrating their “first meeting” to suit his agenda. I’ll leave the rest to your creativity, as I’m sure you’ll bring unexpected layers and depth!

Thank you for considering this! I’m so grateful for all the hard work you put into your stories. 😊🌸

Thanks so much for the kind words! It really means a lot. I love trying to write it all cinematic and doing things that go against the grain because my brain is twisted lol.

I can definitely do that, I hope you enjoy it!

Kento Nanami x Reader x Satoru Gojo

TAGS- Yandere!Reader,Yandere!Gojo,Stalking,Thoughts of killing people,Yandere!thoughts and motives,Masking,Graphic depictions of violence and mentions of damage to eyes.

One americano, two shots of espresso and two pumps of vanilla. Every day at seven thirty five. But not on Sundays sometimes because meetings run over. 

“Oh! I’m sorry. I wasn’t looking where I was going- oh god look at your suit, it must be expensive right?”

It was about time you made proper contact with Kento Nanami. You watched on in awe at his stance, brushing the coffee away from his suit in such a way it made the mundane action sexy. Lustrous. Like he was trying to make the way he allowed a strand of hair to fall past his forehead almost purposefully. With an intent to send you crazy.

Good thing you weren’t like those fangirls you often saw on television, crawling about the stage because a man gyrated over his mic. No, you were merely a coffee barista. A damn good one at that. Well, except for spilling coffee all over Kento’s suit.

But how else were you going to get his attention?

You were barely hanging on as it was watching the others make his drink to order. That’s why you made this one for him.

Jesus fucking hell Utahime It’s two pumps of vanilla. I swear I could kill that bitch right now. Shove head under the hot water valve and watch her eyes burn out the sockets.

It was a little drastic, even for you, but if anyone just saw the way Utahime was talking to Kento they would have assumed the two were dating or something. Kento Nanami was single. Definitely single.

The last girl he wanted to date just never made it to that coffee date on time.

None of his other dates did either.

“It’s fine, really.” The first sentence he spoke to you wasn't ‘thank you’ or his coffee order.

A formulated sentence.

Well, that was five months ago. Kento Nanami made the right choice that day to accept your invitation for a drink. Just like you planned. All seemed well and good for a time before you were noticing something strange when out in public.

White hair.

It was all you seemed to ever see. Out in the store or late night trip to the movies, hooked up to Kento’s arm during a scary or suspenseful part. It just seemed to be there, though you never knew who it belonged to. Never a face to linger for a second to make the connection. Just nothing. It tickled the back of your neck, putting you on the defense as though Kento was in danger. What sort of fucked up person would stalk someone? The idea of it was deranged, sick at the thought that someone was watching him, watching you with him.

White hair. You just couldn’t place it.

“Ken, love! What do you think of this dress?!” You called from upstairs, slipping on your shoes and smoothing down the hem of the fabric.

“I’m sure it’s perfect-” He paused, looking you up and down as though studying every inch of your body before he forgot what it looked like.

“Do I look pretty?”

He nodded slowly, stepping close to sit his hand on your waist. “You look beautiful.”

Hearing Kento say such kind and wonderful things made your night, heck, your entire week. Who gave a crap what anyone else thought? Just Kento was more than what you needed to prove that he liked you very much. You loved him of course, but that was love at first sight. Counting down the agonising days until he said it back to you, when you told him all the time in your head or whilst he slept. It took restraint not to slip up and make him doubt things.

So difficult not to say it for the man you loved.

“Thank you.” You giggled at his touch, planting a kiss on your temple with a husky growl in his throat.

“Maybe we should leave dinner tonight? I can’t possibly see how I’ll cope without taking you back to mine straight away. Too beautiful.”

“Restrain yourself, Ken. Someone might think you’re in love with me or something!” Your ecstatic grin sat just in front of your face as though to mask your brain away.

Say it… just say it please. Tell me you love me. I need to hear it. 

His attentive smile made your stomach flip when he pulled you close and spun you around to face the mirror. “If they saw your smile, they would understand what a lovely person you are. And see how I can’t resist you when you’re in a dress like this.”

Oh dear. Maybe some other time. 

“Well,” You kept that mask on and pulled away from him. “Should we get going then? Don’t want to be late.”

“Of course.” 

Kento drove straight to the restaurant, quite an upscale place for no occasion. Maybe there was? Perhaps Kento had something planned that you were unaware of, something spontaneous or quite the opposite. A planned surprise? It was practically the night of your five month month anniversary after all, two hundred wonderful days spent seeing each other and having astronomical sex. 

You didn’t get your hopes up and held your breath when he climbed out of the car and opened the door for you. So special. So dedicated to your comfort with the slightest touch from his fingers on the small of your back. Adrenaline made everything ten times more acute, aware of everything and anything you walked by and as you seated yourself at the table facing Kento, your heart beat so fast. Five months was a long time when you had waited longer to be with him.

You were basically in a relationship with him for well over a year by now it seemed, surely that was long enough to hear those three words?

“Can I get you any drinks?” The waitress grinned at Kento and then at you.

Why him first? He was the most handsome man you had ever seen, but what right did this bitch have setting eyes on him? You ignored the irritation and blinked it away for now, letting Kento speak for you and took a moment to observe the room.

White hair.

A flash of it and you would have missed it had you turned away to scowl at the waitress again. White hair like you were imagining it.

“Darling?”

“Hm?”

“Are you alright?” Kento slid his hand forward and offered it to you. “You seem distant.”

“I’m fine.” You were not, but took his hand anyway. “It’s a little chilly in here, don’t you think?”

“I’ll ask them to turn the heat up, will that be alright?” 

He’s so considerate. “That would be great, thank you.”

You played it off and ignored the itch on the back of your neck, being watched did not agree with you. Kento sat still and his head tilted to the side a little, studying you again whilst his free hand rummaged into his suit pocket.

“I have something for you.” He pulled out a little box. “I know we haven’t been dating that long, but I wanted to get you something I hope you’ll like. If it’s too early, please let me know.”

A box. A small little box. It was light in your hand, velvet to the touch and firm enough that it must have come from those places that sold rings for stupid money. One little box, something so small which held your heart right in Kento’s pocket.

Is he proposing? Please tell me he’s proposing. It means he loves me, right? 

“Ken… What-” A pair of earrings.

“I know you lost one from the pair you always said you wore, so I wanted to get you a new pair. I hope it’s appropriate.”

You forbid yourself to be disappointed, because it wasn’t about the hope that a ring sat nestled perfectly in this box. You put up your mask and smiled sweetly enough to satisfy him. “It is. Thank you so much, I love them!”

He’ll propose some day. 

“Here are your drinks.” 

The waitress took Kento’s drink off first and placed it right in front of him. Then she placed yours down off to the side. She was doing it on purpose, you were sure of it. The steak knife on the table looked pretty good to shove straight in her neck- 

She cleared her throat and placed the tray under her arm. “I’ll be back in a moment to see what you'd like to order.”

“Thank you.” Kento paid no mind to it and took a sip of his wine. “This is a nice vintage, I think we should go to one of those wine tasting evenings. It’s a good place to get to know each other more.”

You did not need to know Kento more. You knew practically everything about him in the four months he stepped into your life physically. 

He liked to drink, hence the wine tasting suggestion. Kento also enjoyed cooking, especially as he lived alone in his apartment, but he also enjoyed dishing up delicacies in your own kitchen. His birthday was July third and he had a particular interest in the arts, like music and theatre. A man of many tastes. 

“Hello there, can I get you something to eat?” A voice of a man you did not recognise came into ear shot.

“I think we might need a minute. Our waitress is taking our order.”

White hair.

You looked up and saw white hair, only this time it did not disappear. The white hair had a face, a blue eyed porcelain complexion with a smooth grin. The man stood taller than Kento dressed in a suit and staff ID.

“I’m sorry, she suddenly became unwell and had to go home. I’ll be taking your order tonight.” He smiled again and made eye contact with you. “My name is Satoru Gojo and I will do everything I can to make sure your night is perfect.”

Gojo. His gaze over you was the exact same distinct feeling of being preyed on. His cutting glare just behind the loose strands of hair over his forehead that looked softer than a cloud. You didn’t know what to make of this, but at least that waitress was gone. You really thought you were going to have to do something about her.

“Alright then. I’ll be back momentarily.”

“Ken, I’m just going to use the restroom, if he comes back before then, can you order me…” You took a brief glance at the menu and chose anything you first landed your eyes on. Gojo wandered off towards the opposite end of the restaurant, somewhere not where the kitchen was. “The steak? I’ll have it however it’s recommended.”

“Alright.”

You took off and made your way over towards the restroom, noting that he had disappeared. Crap. You wanted answers to why it seemed like that man was following you, stalking Kento for no apparent reason.

Would you need to do something about this guy? He was taller than you realised, so he must have been stronger too. You were not super strong by a long stretch, but when pushed enough to the limit, it drove you to do things you thought your body was not capable of.

Just look at the last waitress that brought the wrong drink and almost spilt it all over him just last week. So much blood and she was still wailing after you shoved your stiletto heel in her face.

People never learn. 

By the time you reached the restroom, the stalls were all empty besides one. The long wall length mirror outlined them all like little match boxes opened after use, showing the amber light inside for an ambient glow.

“How did I know that I’d find you in here, hm?” Gojo’s voice echoed throughout the restroom.

It startled you enough to move towards the door and lock it, backing away from the closed door and sitting your back flush with the slate grey tiles adjacent to it.

The toilet stall opened and he came out much less cheerful than he was outside, hands tight in his trouser pockets. “You can’t help yourself, can you?”

“Who are you?”

“It’s funny, no one else ever seems to notice me when I don't want them to. But your instincts are hot on it every time, aren’t they?”

“Tell me who you are.” 

This wasn’t a show of weakness or a moment that revealed your vulnerabilities. When you glared back in his eyes, it was Kento you thought of. If this man was here to hurt him, well, you’d fucking kill him. Out in the back alley, no witnesses and back in time for your steak and boyfriend you’d do anything for. To kill for three times over already. Yes, you’d do it if the opportunity called for it.

“Y’know, I was so ready to come and kick the shit out of that guy when I saw that little box he gave you, but I see right through that little charade you got goin’ on. I've been watching' you a while now.” By now, he’d taken precisely four steps towards you, taking the opportunity to lean against the row of inbuilt sinks. “You’re exactly like me.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, but you need to stop stalking me and my boyfriend. I’ll call the police.”

Gojo’s laugh made your stomach lurch. This guy was a whole new level of crazy you had never seen before. “That’s cute. You’re cute. But no, I’m not stalking him, just you.”

“Then stop doing that.”

“Why, aren’t you scared that I might do what I just said I was goin’ to do? He looks strong but when he has his hands all over you, it sorta drives me crazy.”

Gojo would not make it past the restroom door if he intended on hurting Kento. Yet, why did you contemplate that you’d rather take on the waitress instead of him right now?

Shaking the doubts away, you imagined the scenarios that may occur should you get hold of another steak knife or any other sharp object really. One of the heavy statues in the foyer could prove adequate to crush his head or even one of those little blow torches for creme brûlée right to his face.

For now, your mask dropped, and for a time you could breathe a little. Pretending to be happy all the time was difficult work and holding back on punching anyone who gave eyes at Kento took practice and great restraint. “If you go near him at all, I’ll kill you. I won’t just kill you though, it’ll be worse than torture.”

Gojo stepped closer to you and looked down as though you were a child to be patronised. “That’s my girl. Now, why don’t you introduce me to your little boyfriend so we can make this more official, huh?”

He’d backed you into a corner, right up against the wall. “I meant what I said. Don’t come near us.”

“And I know you have the same urges as me, you think no one sees, but I do. I see you. You won’t have to pretend around me. I’ll even do all your dirty work, that’s what I enjoy most.” He placed his palm on the wall beside your head, leaning in so his mouth was right next to your ear. 

“Lets get this fucked up little love triangle kickin’ hm?

[ryuichirou]

which twst boys are vanilla who would rather keep things behind closed doors and which are more daring enough to tease in public? (aka handjobs on their partners or playing seductive footsies)

A headcanon list today! For another pretty old ask. Thank you so much for your message, Anon.

I don’t even have much to say before diving into the list, but… there is a lot of sneaky stuff happening within the walls of NRC huh? lol

Anyways, I hope you enjoy it even if I’m extremely late.

Riddle – as always, we have a boring start because Riddle Rosehearts would never do something so indecent in public. He has to be extremely comfortable with someone to even express some sort of PDA, and to him even smooching someone’s cheek while hiding behind an open book would feel very scandalous, very tingling, very flustering… could it blossom into something more? It depends, but I love to think that Riddle has a lot of potential. If he is reminded that it’s not technically prohibited by the Queen’s Rules to touch each other in a library under the tables, he might actually think about it…

Ace – he is daring, but mostly because he is extremely horny and irresponsible + really loves teasing his boy. When he touches Deuce’s butt while they’re standing in line waiting, or rubs against him sneakily, it feels like he just wants to see how far he could push him until he tells Ace to stop (and he knows that Deuce is hesitant because then he’ll attract others’ attention to them…). Ace always says that he won’t take things too far, he just wants Deuce to feel like he will, but… they do end up humping and grinding against each other a lot… I’d say these two get caught the most. Even if they aren’t officially dating!

Deuce – he wouldn’t initiate it, he is trying very hard to be a model student after all. He is more of a type to drag his lover to any kind of privacy (ideally his room) if he is feeling too eager… But he might get carried away with his touches when he is provoked and trying to one-up the other person touching him (this is pretty much what happens with him and Ace all the time lol). But he never initiates it! Well, at least not anymore….

Trey – a hypocrite??? Kinda?? If someone was doing this to him, he would awkwardly smile and say that they shouldn’t do it, and maybe even move his leg away, or even cross his legs to block access to his dick, maybe he would add a comment into the conversation about someone being inpatient while not directly addressing the situation. And while for the most part he does find this situation very anxiety-inducing and wouldn’t normally initiate something like that himself… he has intrusive thoughts sometimes. “I could grab him right there, how would he react?” or “If I touch his leg, no one would notice it”, this type of stuff.

Cater – he used to be into this kind of stuff in his old schools because he always had this feeling of “well I’m going to move soon anyway, so” that made him feel a little brave lol And not only in school, he’d also do it in a movie theater or in a food court , anywhere where there are a lot of people but they aren’t really paying attention. He actually found it both kinky and empowering in a way! But he doesn’t do it now, so maybe his exhibitionist era is over. Or maybe it’s just been a while since he met someone who made him want to play footsies…

Leona – when it comes to sex itself, he’s kind of sensitive? If he feels others’ presence even through the wall, he starts being antsy, and it could even ruin his mood. The only exception to this rule is the garden, he loves it as a hookup spot, but of course it has to be empty + the yard around it has to be empty as well lol When it comes to flirting and suggestive gestures, well, it’s usually his tail that does the job. He hugs Ruggie’s thigh with it sometimes, sometimes he tickles him between his legs with it, always sneakily and without looking at Ruggie, so you’d have to think if it was intentional or not.

Ruggie – I think he would prefer to do everything in private. He is not much of a seducer to begin with; it’s not like he’s bad at it, and he certainly knows all the right spots, and if he really wanted to, he could’ve scratched Leona’s tailbone to make him involuntarily purr in public, but he prefers not to… maybe he’s saving it for later, but I feel like he doesn’t really have a strong reason not to do it other than “just don’t feel like it”. Well, aside from him knowing that teasing Leona in public isn’t a good idea.

Jack – he definitely wouldn’t do anything like that himself, to him it’s not only inappropriate, but also completely pointless and distracting from more important things. I do think he would be more into it than he thinks if someone was to do it to him though, like some touches would get him super aroused very quickly… and he himself isn’t very good at controlling his arousal just yet. But if someone was to ask him, he would say that wouldn’t consider doing this kind of thing in public! In fact, he would probably scold those who do it publically.

Azul – you know what, I initially wanted to say that he wouldn’t, but he is such a flirt when he gets too playful?? He is of course is extremely annoying about it too, with a smug smile, maybe a wink here and there, dropping ambiguous but clearly flirty comments just so everyone is aware that something is up, but only the person he’s touching under the table knows exactly what’s going on… it’s not very easy to get Azul into this mood, but when he does get like that, it’s painfully obvious. He isn’t very good at being sneaky at all. If someone was to do it with him though, he would get hilariously anxious, angry and aroused at the same time though.

Jade – he would. But it would be a part of a bigger plan, playing with the other person’s expectations… no one would expect Jade-the-polite-twin to do something like that, right? A lot of people would, actually… Anyways, as long as he is having fun with it, he would touch and tease, but if the person starts enjoying it too much or embraces it, Jade might lose interest and go cold turkey instantly. He wants the thrill of it and the disbelief in the boy’s eyes, that’s the entire point of it to him. He would probably be uncomfortable if someone did it to him though, ironically…

Floyd – when he gets in the mood, absolutely, but for the most part Floyd doesn’t see a point in being secretive anyways. If he wants to jerk a boy off in a cafeteria, he’ll just do it, why bother with all this sneaky stuff? But when he does get in the mood, suddenly he understands the appeal. Then he’d hook the other boy’s chair with his shoe and move it closer to himself, lean on the boy to make it look like he just wanted to sit more comfortably and required some support for his arm, but his other hand would already be in the boy’s pants. He would only try his best to stay sneaky if the boy reacts very nicely thanks to the fear of getting caught.

Kalim – for some reason it’s so difficult to picture Kalim in this scenario?? Is he too oblivious that? Maybe… I feel like even if he felt someone playing footsie with him, he would start kicking back playfully, interpreting it as something more innocent that it actually is. It could actually get very frustrating lol  It’s not like he prefers one thing over the other, it’s just that it feels like Kalim exists in his own realm completely separate from the game of sexual intrigue… for now at least, but who knows what this boy is capable of?

Jamil – if he really wanted to, he would be the master of public teasing and seductive touches. He knows exactly what to do to drive the other person insane in minutes, and it would probably boost his ego, so I can picture him doing that in some universe where he has less things to worry about… but realistically, Jamil is “only doing things behind the closed doors” type; he is way too paranoid and overstressed to even get into a mood to do something like that. Even thinking about it would give him a headache, for some reason he would instantly think of Kalim missing his cues lol

Vil – he is more into it than one would expect him to be. It’s not like he is going to act inappropriately during an important meeting or something like that, he does like sneaky touches when he is in the right mood. It’s extremely rare, but not entirely impossible to catch him playing footsies, but you’re more likely to catch him doing it teasingly, subtly, just to make the guy flustered and then ignore him for the rest of their time sitting together. And if he is feeling especially frisky, he might even grant the guy a sneaky handjob… and it would be a lie to say that Vil wouldn’t be smug as fuck if he makes a guy cum in his pants by just rubbing him with his shoe under the table. But!! This is such a rare occasion! It only happened once or twice! Maybe three times. But he used to do it more often during his freshman year with Rook… For the majority of times these days he prefers to be as private about it as possible though, he might even complain about others acting inappropriate.

Rook – oh he absolutely loves it, he is the master of stealthy touches, sneaky kisses and having his hand in his lover’s pants at all times even when they are in public. If only Vil allowed it, he would do it every single day..! He would cover with his hat and kiss Vil’s neck, sneak under their dorm robes, do all kinds of stuff. And maybe he does that, people just don’t notice… He is extremely good at staying hidden. If he gets caught, it’s absolutely intentional and probably means that he either wants the world to see how strong their passion for each other is (they can’t hold back even publically!) or just wants to tease and freak out his partner… probably a little bit of both.

Epel – the rebellious bad boy in him really loves the idea of doing something so scandalous, he feels very mature and cool when he thinks about it in theory. But in reality if something like that was to happen, he would probably get extremely nervous and embarrassed, and just think about them getting caught the entire time. I see him as someone who might flirt if he is in the right mood for it, but when the person actually reciprocates and acts too, Epel would panic… He is extremely afraid of getting caught. But something also tingles inside him when he thinks about it.

Idia – the biggest NOPE in the world…!!! He is barely in public even in general, and to something like This in public?! What is this, some kind of eromanga? Things don’t work like that in real life, in real life you get caught and go to jail for inappropriate behaviour! Well, at least this is what the rational side of Idia’s brain says. Maybe it’s because of eromanga, maybe it’s his social awkwardness and deep shame twisting in a weird way, but if something like this was to happen to Idia, he would probably get aroused… He would also get so nervous he would start shaking and want to throw up at the same time though, so it’s 50/50. He wouldn’t do anything himself though, no no no no.

Ortho – oh he is a menace. If he gets into this kind of thing, he would start experimenting, and there is nothing that could stop him.  With his desire to experience all things irresponsible teenagers usually do, he would really want to touch someone he likes stealthily during classes or at the cafeteria, or somewhere in the school’s yard during recess… And while he could technically be stealthy about it, would he want to? It’s a part of the irresponsible teenager experience to get caught during the best moment! This frustration would feel very real, wouldn’t it? This is bonding experience right there…

Lilia – he is actually even more into it now than when he was before. I feel like his earlier years were very direct in terms of sexual encounters, and he only experienced this kind of subtle sexual playfulness when he was around Meleanor. Nowadays though, he’s having a lot of fun! He loves both the adrenalin, and the fact that he is making a boy he’s flirting with very flustered and confused. He loves doing stuff while flying too, like appearing suddenly behind a person and breathing gently on the boy’s neck, nibbing on his ear sneakily. His go-to is to touch butts though, both through the pants and directly. Also, if Lilia is giving Silver a koala-style back hug, it’s usually for a Reason. A reason hidden behind his long cape/jacket.

Silver – he prefers to do it in private because he wants to focus on his lover… he feels bad even kissing in front of his bird friends sometimes. It’s a new-found shame though; he used to be more okay with all that… these days though, he has a feeling of “this isn’t the right time to do it” even if he still indulges in it – he can’t quite say no to Lilia, for example, both because he’d feel bad and because this is his weak spot… Silver himself doesn’t really do that however, it just wouldn’t cross his mind, I think.

Sebek – he is too much of a bore to do something like that himself… but he would be extremely receptive to it! Moreover, somewhere deep in his soul he might find it extremely hot; doing something so indecent, like getting his dick secretly sucked when and where he isn’t supposed to… absolutely horrible, absolutely obscene; he would definitely get mad, but only after he’d cum lol Still, in Sebek’s ideal world, any kind of sexual practice should happen behind the locked door and with the lights turned off. Also, just like Jack would scold someone for doing it in public if he catches them, Sebek would YELL AT THEM.

Malleus –  oh he is such a tease. Only when he wants to be of course, but when he does want to be a tease, he won’t take “no” for an answer. He is another one who could use his tail as an ehhh teasing limb. It’s not very subtle of course, but in a dark room, or when no one is paying attention, Malleus actually loves slowly running the tip of his tail from the guy’s face down to his crotch, rubbing against it without touching it with his hands. I think Malleus wouldn’t use his hands much in general… His shoes – absolutely, so he is another footsie player lol With magic too! But when he gets too horned up himself, he just teleports himself and his man wherever he wants to have sex with him, so I guess that defeats the purpose of him being sneaky in a way.

[megwritesriddles]

Hi, could you write a headcanon/drabble for Snape with a vampire s/o? Maybe because of some new laws, they aren't allowed to work at the ministry anymore and Dumbledore takes them in as a professor due to their knowledge and they get fixated on Snape because he's showing a cold shoulder (or whatever reason fits lol)?

It's my first time requesting something and I'm just in an extreme Vampire Diaries/Harry Potter phase rn, sorry if it sounds weird :'D

hii! thanks for ur request!! you didn't specify smut so I am gonna stay away from it just in case (though if you've ever read my stuff before you're probably cool with smut lol)

I wanna preface that I've never seen the Vampire Diaries so my vampire lore will be different than in the show but I hope you still like it!! also the political situation for vampires is maybe too real rn sorry

word count: 1.7k words

warning: brief discussions of blood, systematic racism against vampires?

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At first it's a bit of an adjustment, you never really saw yourself being a teacher, but with the new Minister of Magic being who he was, this was the best job you could get.

You have to keep your identity as a vampire a secret, which is hard considering what you look like.

You're very grateful, really, even if the students all make fun of your long black clothing and overall dark aesthetic.

That's what made you notice Severus at first, he dressed a lot like you.

Long dark robes, pale skin, long dark hair, it was all very vampire.

You had asked Dumbledore if he was also a vampire, but he'd said no. You weren't quite convinced.

You always bumped into him at night, as a vampire, you didn't have to sleep so you would roam the halls in the moonlight, looking for something to do.

You seemed to bump into him every other night, gliding about the halls in his elegant robes.

He would nod at you and keep on walking, being terse but polite if you tried to engage him in conversation.

It bummed you out a little that he didn't seem to want to speak to you, as you wanted desperately to know more about him, feeling like he was in some way a kindred spirit.

The ministry cut funding to vampire support programs, meaning you were without your appetite suppressants.

It seemed backwards, hate vampires because they're 'dangerous' then make them even more potentially dangerous.

You feed on various small animals for a while until it becomes unsustainable.

When you come to him, the master potioneer, for help, you expect to be sent away.

Instead he is outraged on your behalf, muttering about the state of the ministry as he gathers up the ingredients to make your suppressants.

But it turns out he really isn't a vampire, to your surprise.

With a little convincing he agrees to make big batches so they can be sent out to other vampires too.

You start to spend much more time together as you help him brew and otherwise continually find yourself trying to repay him for what he's doing for you, despite him never asking for anything in return.

You bring him coffee and pastries, gorgeous blackbird feather quills, top-ups for his personal potion ingredient supply.

Yet he still seems tense around you, like he can't relax and he doesn't want you around, despite being polite.

It hurts, but you continue being kind and helpful, you owe him a lot after all.

You wish you understood why he disliked you, at first you thought it might be prejudice, but he has proven that isn't the case.

Every morning, like clockwork, a vial of suppressant appears on the windowsill of your quarters, delivered by one of the school owls.

On the morning of February 14th, an owl arrives with your suppressant, but also a dark red rose clutched carefully in it's talons, which it insists on dropping into your hand rather than onto the windowsill.

Severus has sent you a rose, on Valentine's day.

When you finally find him to ask him about it, he admits to being enchanted with you, but not really knowing how to act around you because of it.

Despite his nerves and apprehension, you begin a secret relationship (you don't want the students finding out).

You look like quite the couple as you walk around Hogsmeade arm in arm, him holding your black lace parasol to shield you from the sun, both in dark billowing robes.

You spend nights sat by the windowsill, reading your respective books in blissful silence.

Your limited ability to go outside during the summer months is hardly an issue for him, happy to stay home with you.

He often asks you to turn him into a vampire with you, but you refuse, knowing the ostracism he would face.

You agree that perhaps one day, in lieu of a traditional marriage, you will turn him so you can remain young together forever.

But it's a serious commitment so you want to wait, and he promises that he will wait as long as it takes.

He would probably fantasise about you biting his neck (that's as much as I'll say about that)

He will often sit and trace your face, describing your beauty to you as you can't see yourself in a reflection.

Then you will return the favour, even though he could easily go look for himself, yet he enjoys your kind words greatly, the handsomeness you describe not being what he sees in the mirror.

He is now a firm vampire advocate, harshly correcting students who express backwards opinions or pushing Dumbledore to demand changes in the ministry that might help you.

There is no doubt in his mind that he will one day be a vampire too and after a few years together, you finally turn him, binding your blood forever.

Not much changes in his life from being a vampire, only a life-long commitment to you is new.

But in his opinion, it is a great change.

ཐི ❤︎ ཋྀ

[lovelettersfromluna]

Hi! Let’s talk :)

Let’s start off with the usual. How are you? Have you been eating well? Drinking lots of water? Getting enough sleep? Taking care of yourself? I hope you have been. This year has been really fucking crazy despite us just now finishing January, but are we really all that shocked?

I’ve tried making this post a few times, and I really hope I get this one right. I have so many thoughts and so many things I want to say, and it feels hard to convey all of it inside one tiny post. I wish I could just give you a voice memo of me rambling for 30 minutes instead.

I know what you’re thinking. “Luna, why didn’t you just make a post about taking a hiatus? Surely you were aware of how hectic things would get in a months time?” And you’re right! You are very very right. I made that post with every intention of coming back as permanently as possible, however things happen very quickly when you least expect them to.

To make a very long story short, I’m working now! Which greatly affects my posts on here. I’ve been working full time, alongside being a student full time, which fills my plate up a lot more than it was before.

I mean this when I say this, but I am not going anywhere, this page is not going anywhere. I have every intention of fitting this into my schedule, because this is my hobby. I write to destress, I allow my imagination to run rampant and write to my hearts content. However, there will be changes.

I plan on implementing a post schedule for this page, because if there’s anything I need to stay organized right now, it’s structure. I haven’t fully figured out when that’ll be, as I haven’t been working for that long yet. Once I have a better idea of my permanent schedule, I’ll be getting on that as soon as I can to set aside time for myself to write.

Regardless of what my work schedule will be, I won’t be on here the way I was when I first started my page. Posts will be a bit more spaced out, because I’m just one person. I’m only capable of so much, and I’m trying to avoid anymore burnout as much as I can.

This year alone, I’ve done things that have terrified me my entire life. I’ve had to cross so many hurdles within the span of a month that have overwhelmed me, exhausted me, and made me extremely proud of myself all in one. It’s a part of growing up, and I ask for you all to bear with me a bit longer.

I wish I could have all the free time in the world to be with you all, and give you the work you want, but my brain is only capable of so much.

This is not a hiatus post, so please don’t feel like it is. This is simply me discussing the future of this blog, because things are going to change. I understand if this upsets you, because I’ll miss writing until four am to my hearts content. I’ll try to do that whenever I can! I just won’t be able to do it as often as I used to.

Thank you all for your patience and kindness while I try to navigate my time here. This little space we’ve created together has been one of my greatest achievements and it makes my heart glow knowing I’m able to share it all with you. I’m still here, writing, reading, and doing what I can with the free time I have, and the idea I have are almost overwhelming. I can’t wait to share it all with you.

As always, Love Luna 🤍

[xotoru]

Hey!!! I was listening to a song and felt sad, so i was wondering if you could write any character's reaction to y/n singing to a knee dropping, sliding down a wall type of song (f.x. 'y si fuera ella' by Jonghyun 🙏🏼)

( im literally crying while typing this because I'm listening to it)

you could make it fluff or angst it doesn't matter, your writing is always good 🤭🫶🏼

Sorry for rambling too much 😅

thank you nonie for giving me an excuse to write about my shitty music taste <3

Angelic Voice

Synopsis:req!

Warnings: Gn!reader, mentions of stress and depression, angsty, not that well proofread, 2.3k wrds

Who: Shoot.T - Hanta.S - Hitoshi.S

I am waiting, I have been waiting

Shoto heard you sing lightly under your breath from where you sat at your desk.he never really heard you sing so it was a bit of a surprise to him to hear this.you were completely oblivious to his intense stares at the back of you as you worked on some paper you had to finish soon. it was almost like your voice was keeping his eyes laser focused on you. He did this often, just kind of staring at you when you didn't realize.

I was born waiting, For that something...Just one something

you guys didn’t listen to the same music by any means but from being around you so often he recognized the song after a bit. it was one of your favorites.as soon as he realized that he also came to the conclusion that it was an extremely sad song. Were you sad? Did something happen? Were you upset and he didn’t notice? a million questions ran through his head as you continued singing from across the room at your desk.

There is a light in me, But only, It seems, When the dark surrounds me

he bit his lip in frustration as he tried to think of your day together.you guys had been out together all day so if anything did happen that would make you upset, it would’ve been because of him?he broke from his thoughts as you turned around to ask him something, a bit stunned to see him not only already staring at you but seemingly like he was trying to read every thought you had ever had.

“sorry what did you say?” he asked as he sat up on your bed.a bit more alert and aware of your facial expressions and what they may mean.

you notice the way his eyes narrow in focus just a bit, but brush it off quickly.chalking it up to just him being tired or something. “I said I'm done with my work, do you wanna watch a movie?” you asked as you spun around in your chair to fully face him. shutting the laptop with a sigh as you did so.

“yeah...yeah of course” he answered as he began to move over so you could sit with him on the bed. happily you did just that. plopping down on your soft bed and getting under the warm covers with ease. 

Eventually you guys picked a movie to watch. you were very much into the movie playing the screen but for some reason he couldn’t shake the thought that something was wrong with you. yea it was just you singing a song you liked, but even small things like that could easily bother him, especially when it came to you.

his arm was around your shoulder yet you were both silent. only the silence was abruptly cut short as his voice shot through the airy sound coming from your tv speakers. “Are you...happy?”. His words confused you more than the movie you were watching at the moment. you blinked a bit in confusion at his sudden question.

“Why- yes of course i'm happy.” you spoke reassuringly. You really had no idea what was going on inside his head at the moment but judging by how he kept scanning over every part of you that he could see, and how he bit his lip nervously before a word could even leave your lips, something was on his mind and weighing pretty heavy.

The rest of the movie passed by, the two of you now sat comfortably interlinked. his arm was snaked around your waist as he held you close while you scrolled through your phone mindlessly.you assumed he was watching along with you but he truly was in a different place. his overthinking clouding his tired mind. He wanted to think of a way to bring up earlier while still making sense.

“You're a good singer...” he mumbled into your hair.if the noise coming from your phone was even a single decibel higher you probably wouldn’t have been able to hear him. him being so stoic and indifferent most of the time made moments like this weirdly special for the both of you.

what he meant earlier finally clicked in your head. He thought you were sad because of the song you were singing along to while studying. anyone else would say that's a huge stretch and that if that was in fact the case then he's being dramatic. but knowing him for as long as you have and knowing his every thought and feeling inside out caused not a single alarm to go off in your head. only the one that made you blush at his comment

Hanta.S  Moon Song - Phoebe Bridgers

It had been a stressful week to say the least. a large villain had been running through the city for days and you guys had just managed to restrain him. you would normally sigh of relief the second you got home. But when you turn on the TV to see people criticizing you on the news for not handling the situation faster you feel as if you can’t escape any of it. nonetheless your boyfriend was even home to distract you, just you and your thoughts.

This was exactly how you found yourself heading over to the grocery store. hoping to get some stress out of your mind through baking, an old habit of yours that you had dropped once hero work piled up too much in order to keep it all under wraps. as you strolled through the isles and looked for things you assumed you didn’t have at home, you felt someone calling your hero name down the aisle.

a few more voices bloomed as the one began. you whipped your head up from the two different flours you had been inspecting. looking over to see a small crowd of people coming towards you. you slapped a smile on your face as they all started asking for autographs and pictures. yet in your head the whole time you're going. “please kill me”. it's not that you hated your fans or even taking pictures, but after the day you had you wanted to just get in and get out of the stuffy grocery store.

once you had taken what seemed like a million pictures and smiled till your face felt numb. you found yourself grabbing everything you thought you needed in a rush and booking it out the store once you had paid. The cashiers and people outside were definitely giving you strange looks but that really didn't matter to you.

a sense of relief and familiarity washed over you once you pulled into the driveway of your house. you noticed your boyfriend was now home but didn’t seem to mind too much. he was probably the only one you could be around at times like this and not scream.you came into the house exasperated. setting the full brown paper bags down the kitchen table with a sigh. your boyfriend in the living room picked his head up at the sound of you coming in the door.

he shouted a greeting at you from where he sat on the couch. you responded tiredly as you set all your ingredients down on the large counter of you guys apartment. ready to clear your mind and just bake like you used to. you quickly got to work.pulling out your old recipe book from under the cabinet and dusting it off before flipping to one of your favorites.

Hanta picked up on the sound of bowls clashing and batter being scraped even through the sound of his movie playing. He noticed you were baking because you always sang when you baked. He didn’t even think it was something you noticed yourself but he always had.

subtly he turned down the volume of the tv, wanting to hear you a bit. He hadn’t heard you sing for some time. you were so lost in your own world that you didn’t even realize the difference in volume from his movie suddenly. checking about a million times to make sure you had the right amount of baking soda in the small spoon.

But now, I am dreaming and your singing at my birthday

he hadn’t even noticed what song you were singing until he stopped to listen. If it was anything else he would just say that it was a song on your mind at the moment. but this was different. anytime you weren’t in the best headspace or just weren’t doing good overall, you would ask him to take you for a drive. and of course Hanta being the man he is, he always let you on aux whenever you were in his car. but it was only on these specific nights when you counted on it and wanted him to drive you, that would always be on the song you played.

And I've never seen you smiling so big

unbeknownst to yourself, the stress you had been feeling for the past few weeks was the exact reason you were singing this song. it was basically your “sad song”. your boyfriend sat on the living room couch, out of your view as your back was turned to him, grew beyond worried. as nonchalant and goofy he liked to act, in reality he was very worrisome when it came to you. any time you mentioned the slightest bit of pain or maybe we were just having a gloomy day, he was the first one to question every little detail about the issue. That's just how he was.

It's nautical themed and there's something I'm supposed to say

before he even knew it he was getting up from his spot on the couch. stepping into the kitchen quietly and planting himself behind you as he enveloped you in his arms. The sudden hug made you jolt a bit, but you quickly relaxed into his touch as you continued to decorate the cupcakes that had just come out of the oven. “keep singing. wan’ hear your voice” he said quietly. his head rested on your shoulder lazily as you obliged. singing lightly under your breath as you were just a moment ago.

And if I could give you the moon, I would give you the moon

his breath tickled your neck as you continued to pipe light pink and white frosting on the chocolate cupcakes in your hand. the rise and fall of his chest against your back felt so light, like a ghost.his delicate fingers tapped at the sides of your hips as his eyes gently closed. no matter how stressful things got or how terrible you were feeling, there would always be 2 things for you to fall on. your boyfriend and baking.

Hitoshi.S the child is gone - Fiona apple

you guys had been hanging out for the past few hours and it now got to that part in the hangout where you both just kind of sit there and listen to music. It was basically tradition for everytime you guys hung out at each other's houses. it was your turn to play the music this time and you just weren’t having the best day, so of course like anyone else you,d you put your sad playlist on.

you both sat on your bed in practical silence. just enjoying the comfort of one another. your head found its way to his braid shoulder tiredly.slouching down into the bed as his thumb ran over your hand which was intertwined with yours.

Darling give me your absence tonight

you sang under your breath. The silence of the room besides your ghostly voice and rhetoric light music coming from the speaker of your computer made it easy for the purple haired boy to hear you singing. He queried his brow as his head turned to face you ever so slightly, yet you acted like this was normal.

Take the shade from the canvas and leave me the white

Your voice sent a light blush to his pale cheeks. He Never really heard you sing and the sound of your soft gentle voice was making him want to only hear more.The sound of you talking, screaming, whispering or laughing was beyond music to his ears. Just the sheer sound of your honey dripping voice could soothe any sore throat he had. With this new found sound, he felt absolutely enamored with the situation.

Let me sink in the silence that echoes inside

The only source of light coming from the few lit candles around your room and the screen of your computer made everything all the more comfortable. both of your bodies sank into the mattress underneath you. you hadn’t even noticed the slight gaze on you as you sang or how it seemed his demeanor switched the second you opened your pretty lips.

And don’t bother leaving the light on...

“I like your singing,” he said quietly. his voice piercing through the silence while oh so hushed. if he had said it any quieter you were sure you soundly have heard it. your head turned to face him.lips now closed and singing paused while the song continued to fade into the background. you swear if his hand wasn’t holding yours like a lifeline you would have floated away. the softness of his voice as they fell into the tender air made you feel like you were sitting on cloud 9.

slowly you brought a hand to the cheek of his milky face.your fingers brushed over his face with such airily care.with a rushing sense of fervor you pulled him closer to you, pushing your lips against his soft ones. The kiss was tender. his lips moved against your slowly. almost as if he was scared of breaking you, treating you like a doll made of porcelain.

his hand moved to grab the underside of your thigh.the feeling of his fingers ghosting over a part of you that isn’t often touched sends shivers down your spine.his cold slender fingers bring goosebumps to the warm plush skin he taints with his hand.you sling a leg over his waist lazily as you deepen the kiss.one hand still rested on his cheek while the other is planted on his shoulder for support.you never would have been able to anticipate the sheer affect your angel-like sining would have on him.

I would just like to say I wrote the end of this while listening to euphoria by kendrick lamar. also sorry if shinso’ seems rushed, thats cause it is.

[northstarscowboyhat]

In your Lucky Clover AU, would Starlo join the Royal Guard because; A, it would give some validity to his sheriff claim and; B, so that he could get word and try to deflect any investigations for the missing human that the Royal Guard launch.

This was such an interesting ask I really had to sit with it for a while. Huge ramble ahead!

So, this idea fascinated me solely because this is a little bit of what the situation is with Martlet in this AU. After Clover decided to live in the underground post Pacifist ending, she put in her two weeks and quit, since she does NOT want to risk being ordered to kill or hunt down Clover, or any other humans for that matter.

It's something she struggles with a lot; not only because she's jobless for a while and probably has to ask for financial assistance from Dalv/Ceroba/Starlo, but also because she KNOWS being in the Royal Guard would give the gang some insider intel on the missing human investigations. Maybe it would've been better to tough it out in a job she wasn't content with just to get that info, to protect Clover? While her friends reassure her that this was the best decision, for her and for Clover's safety, it's something Martlet struggles with for a while, especially considering how some Snowdin Monsters side eye for her suddenly leaving her post and job.

Now, for Starlo. If the situation called for it, would Starlo try and join the Royal Guard? Perhaps if there was no other option! He's the kind of person to go above and beyond for the people he cares about, sometimes to reckless degree. However, I think his relationship with the Royal Guard is far too sour for him to ever be considered for a job with them, based on this line from Ceroba.

Dude literally has made a habit out of locking Royal Guards in his town's jail. Undyne is NOT accepting him into her ranks LOL. (I honestly HC that although Undyne and Starlo have a lot in common and some similarities, they probably would hate each other if they met or were forced to engage in conversation with one another LOL).

As it stands in the AU, none of our main cast has any connections to the Royal Guard, as much as they would like having some kind of way of getting side info, in order to protect Clover. Martlet is in a weird spot with her old co workers, and Starlo's pre-Pacifist ending habits and way of running his town had pretty much killed any chance of that. The best they can do is just keep their eyes and ears peeled in order to ensure no Royal Guard ever discovers Clover secretly living in the Underground.

[abrahamvanhelsings]

for the ship asks: joplittle? i know i'm opening pandora's box with this

if someone already asked, then going for any other ned ship you might also like? choose freely my friend

AUGH my beloveds!! ill try not to make this a whole essay so ill point out a couple of things that i love about them at random

the way they interact with each other on screen has me obsessed. i wrote a post a bit ago about how we don't see them talk much together but they have a lot of potential anyway, and then @cinematicnomad made a great point about the fact that they DO interact but a lot it is nonverbal. honestly that opened my eyes to so much little things i hadn't noticed before. that they communicate through glances and gestures and that they understand each other, know each other well enough to have that kind of interaction... they may be background characters and we may not see the progression of their relationship much, but we can tell that it happens, and that they become close. you can tell that being in that precarious situation together, where crozier's alcoholism is affecting the entire expedition but it also has to be kept a secret, and they're the two people who know, and who are responsible for crozier/everything else, that really created a very tight bond between them.

speaking of tight friendships! we can tell that it happens bc edward, famously, is SO happy when jopson is made lieutenant. everyone at that table thinks it's deserved, and is happy for jopson, but edward is a beam of sunlight in that tent. genuinely can't stop smiling. it's so so lovely to me that he can't contain his own glee bc he's so glad and proud. get you a man who applauds your successes like edward little

there are so many ways their personalities fit together so well!! they're both extremely diligent in their duties, but it plays out differently in them both, and they both have different weaknesses. they're the type of people who are generally quiet and unobtrusive but steadfast and loyal, but where jopson tends to go sharp as a knife under pressure, edward always worries that he is doing the right thing (that's also bc for a large part of the expedition they have very different responsibilites and cares, but nevertheless). they're both guarded where it comes to showing their inner feelings, but it feels to me that jopson can provide a firmness, the assurance that edward needs to remain confident in who he is and what he does, whereas edward (once you've cracked him like an egg) has a warmth to him that can fold around jopson like a blanket, to let go of that tightly-controlled professionalism. each other's safety blankets, people who can mitigate the other's shortcomings, and provide space for their better qualities and their feelings to come to full bloom.

lower class/higher class dynamic is a weakness of mine. any fic that has thomas being a steward/valet to edward in any capacity with the victorian slow burn mutual pining/mutual 'he is to good for me' has me on my knees

[batsplat]

NEW CASEY INTERVIEW NEW CASEY INTERVIEW

"Valentino Rossi and I were enemies, now we have overcome the past"

https://www.gazzetta.it/motori/la-mia-moto/27-11-2024/casey-stoner-al-ranch-di-valentino-rossi-gli-inizi-con-nolan-il-ritorno-alle-corse.shtml

(link) anon you are my hero and I love you. I was about to say I also love gazzetta for being my most reliable allies in getting fun interview quotes from casey, but I'm feeling somewhat less well-disposed towards them after having had to fight their website to even see what he said, let alone actually clip it. as ever, obviously go read the whole thing (might need arm surgery??) - does read a bit like paid content by the helmet company but still interesting. here, however, we shall be focusing just on the casey/vale stuff. the clip in question + transcript:

No, it's good, Valentino and I've put the past behind us many years ago now... I never stopped respecting anything Valentino did, but we certainly had our time where we were very very fierce rivals, almost "enemies" I would say on the track. And, you know, this is something that when you step away from racing and you have a different perspective, you can see things in a different light. So... I think for both of us, we stepped away, we have families. It's a very very different way of life for us now. And to get to share the track with him in an enjoyable way - something that I would have wanted to do in my early career, before we became let's say enemies - it's been a real real pleasure to spend some time with him, to see everything, this program that he's built... It's more or less a dream of mine to do what he's done, to have this opportunity to work with young riders like he is. He has the teams which he can implement and bring the riders through, and all of his riders now are at such a high level - it's a testament to what he's done. And I think it's such an amazing opportunity for anybody that gets to work with him.

crazy how I simply never lose

first off, this is something he's hinted at before, but there's just something really... you know. about casey talking about it being his dream to do what valentino's done training young riders :( and what he says about what an "amazing opportunity" it is for anyone who gets to work with valentino... can't help but think about that ask I answered recently about how much good it would have done casey to have a vr46-esque structure looking out for him. and maybe... just maybe... a thought he's had too...? read the answer as a whole and, come on - you can kind of see where I'm coming from, right. just this slight edge of wistfulness

second of all, again, it is just so extremely true to this rivalry that casey says they'd put the past behind them "many years ago now" when you just keep in mind what he's actually been saying about valentino in the last few years. "a different perspective", "you can see things in a different light"... well, sure, but not THAT different going by your interview output I would say. which isn't necessarily going to be completely reflective of casey's thinking over this time period - he's telling a story about that rivalry in the press, after all, and it's one that has increasingly become accepted in the mainstream consciousness. there have also been some gentle hints of him reassessing a few specific valentino-related elements of his career, like for instance his speculation that yamaha had strung him along to use as a negotiating tactic against their preferred pick (from late 2023). which (whether true or not) is ofc a different line from the *wink wink nudge nudge* approach deployed in his autobiography and elsewhere to heavily imply valentino blocked him from that seat

now, look, I STILL think he's going to go back to some of the old hits in future interviews... he's never going to stop having complicated feelings about valentino, and he does want the public to understand his grievances. BUT, as last stated on the 2k24 feud round-up, that internal conflict does not always survive actual direct exposure to valentino. casey does have a little bit of form where 'contact with valentino temporarily softening his rhetoric' is concerned. portimao 2021 was ofc when they did that helmet swap thing, casey gave some nice quotes about valentino at his presser there - including "but over time, there is no resentment and a lot of respect"... which obviously feels like it's quite detached from how people think casey feels, in large part due to what he's said since that presser!! and it took him as long as an entire month before he got a few more digs in (memorably that was when casey said valentino couldn't be fast without a tow, which again is factually questionably but undoubtedly extremely amusing). and surely we'll get at least a little bit of a relapse, but who cares: "real real pleasure" to spend time with valentino!! real 2 me

incidentally, casey has used the 'enemy' word previously in relation to valentino - generally when discussing his belief that valentino deliberately made an enemy out of him. he also said about laguna '08 a few years ago, "before we were rivals, after that we were not enemies but we were a lot stronger rivals". (discussed here.) obviously there's no way to objectively distinguish between 'rivals' and 'enemies' - and I'd agree with casey in that 'enemies' would be quite a strong word for post-laguna but maybe a bit more accurate by 2011-12 - but as ever it's interesting how he himself characterises their dynamic. "very very fierce rivals" indeed lol. and they're no longer enemies :) peace and friendship wins the day

thirdly. third of all. number three.

And to get to share the track with him in an enjoyable way - something that I would have wanted to do in my early career, before we became let's say enemies...

HUH. huh! huh

well, I mean. obviously. but, you know. thanks for saying it? oh man, casey... his wry little smile... lonely young casey, who looked at valentino and saw an attitude towards the sport he was never going to be able to adopt as his own. who would have liked some of that joy for himself - maybe dreamed that one day he too could have fun like that - only for those emotions to remain mostly foreign to him. ofc casey's complicated feelings towards valentino and why that early idolisation turned sour has been discussed in a fair bit of depth on this blog, but well, here's another piece of the puzzle. he would have liked to share the track with valentino in an enjoyable way!! unfortunately, given the circumstances in which the two of them got to know each other, casey was never going to get what he wanted out of valentino. beyond any specific crimes committed by valentino... the more you study that rivalry, the more you come to the conclusion that casey's disillusionment was unavoidable. valentino never could have been what casey needed him to be - not as long as he was casey's rival, rather than his mentor and friend. maybe in another life

[wickmitz]

How do you think about Frepper? I'm neutral about this ship, but the fans Frepper attitude towards confuses me, Ivy and Freckle have only been dating for a week and know each other superficially, but everyone already thinks that by the end of the comic they will get married, I think differently, I think that in the end they will break up with each other because they are too different personalities, I literally can't imagine that both of them will be happy with each other in marriage, Ivy is assertive and active, on the other hand Freckle is passive and just agrees with Ivy, this is not a guarantee of a healthy relationship where a partner completely dominates the other, plus to all that, I will not forget how their relationship started, Ivy just decided that they were dating, and without asking Freckle's permission, she just KISSED him, again without his permission, Frepper fans think that it's cute, but when I saw it, I thought "what the hell did I just see?", in general, it's strange for me that Frepper fans are okay with such things, of course later Freckle shows attraction to Ivy, showing that he likes her in some way too, but I still won't forget how their relationship started and how Freckle used to try to escape from Ivy when she squeezed his hand tightly and forced him to her …

I'm not against Frepper, but I don't understand his fans who don't see these issues and who treat other points of view on their relationship (like mine) as … um, as nonconformity? Fans from reddit are just obsessed with Frepper, I don't know about other networks but that's how it is on reddit, I think there are people who have my opinion but are afraid to say it because of fans, of course, I met Frepper fans there who normally accept such an opinion, but still there is a feeling that such a opinion cannot be told

Simply put, Ivy and Freckle are a couple that will eventually break up with each other unless there's an event between them in the comic that changes my opinion of this couple, but that's how I feel about Freckle for now. I didn't plan to express my opinion, but it happened that way, I hope you don't mind it

first and foremost, i don’t mind seeing someone express their opinion in my inbox! you and anyone else are free to do so, even if i may disagree. this blog’s entire existence was made for me to share my opinions ( and love! ) for lackadaisy, as well as engaging with other fans, because what else is the point of a fandom blog? and as far as i’m aware, this is unpopular opinion central! most of my thoughts aren’t exactly the ones with the most voice behind them i’ve found, so i welcome all manner of different views. every fan is entitled to their own perspectives and opinions, and should be allowed to share them as they please! but with that disclaimer out of the way, i’m more than willing to discuss frepper in its entirety.

for me, there’s little confusion i carry where it concerns this ship’s popularity amongst the fandom. freckle and ivy, if we are to strip them down to their bare essentials, are a rather stereotypically ‘cute’ relationship : people enjoy opposites ( see zibwick or vikdecai for example ) and there’s an endearing quality found in puppy love dynamics. seeing ivy wear the pants and drag a shy freckle around by his ankle makes for quality content in a way! think the ‘excuse me, but he asked for no pickles!’ meme … ivy and freckle very much fit that sort of mold, and it helps that most fans are too scared to ship them with other characters in the cast too, due to what they perceive to be a lack of options. thus, frepper is an extremely ‘safe’ ship! you cannot get in trouble for enjoying something that is not only canon, but is relatively adorable ; and so i don’t believe a lot of the fans are actually thinking too deeply about the likely endgame of it all. most don’t! it’s fun to ship, and that’s all they really need i think. it’s also very easy to dismiss ivy’s forwardness as a quirk of being a young girl who’s of her temperament, recklessly boycrazy although still carrying sweet intent. this behavior is easier to hand wave when neither ivy or freckle are experienced at the dating scene as well … freckle due to his extremely religious upbringing and hermit nature, and ivy because of viktor’s constant meddling, which would hold her back more than you’d think. with that said, i don’t think any of this is excessively complicated. some shippers are rather simple minded and do not care for details and characterization all too deeply. enjoying dynamics is, at its core, supposed to be fun -- which makes simple ships like frepper prime targets for a very vocal and tight knit fanbase. there are other things i could speculate about why these two may hit so pleasantly for others, like how there’s an underlying queer theme to it ( what with ivy being the pursuer and freckle the shy, blushing flower ) or that it’s tropey enough to hit the right spots for others … though it all boils back to mere speculation. perhaps they still have time to escape this gangster lifestyle and live happily ever after? and that appeals to the lackadaisy fans who still want some sort of happy ending? it’s all a combination of frepper being easy, i think, and containing two young cats who still haven’t done anything particularly ‘unforgivable’ yet action wise. this is a ship you can root for without an ounce of worry in your heart, and so on and so forth.

but although i understand why others are so vocal about them, i don’t exactly agree with fanon’s views either! while i heavily enjoy frepper, i enjoy them as they are, and that includes their looming flaws and inevitable tragedy. they are bound to break each other’s hearts a lot on their current path ; even if they were entirely perfect for one another, this lifestyle isn’t kind to anyone, meaning if they don’t separate, they could always be forced apart via bullets and such anyway. they are young and woefully inexperienced in a manner of things, the last thing they need is the stress of a rumrunner life driving their every action, you know? i know people see them getting out together, and that is likely on the table! i do see that in many ways, but i’m also of the opinion that ivy and freckle will diverge onto different paths at some point and temporarily call it quits. from where the comic currently stands and given my view on ivy’s arc, i see her growing disillusioned with where she is and the honor and fun she saw within it as a royal spectator will fade ; she will become wary, fearful, and her resilience will die … meanwhile freckle will embrace it, similar to his cousin, fully understanding what it is and what he’s getting into ( like rocky, again ) but being unable to leave his refuge. i know lots of people think freckle will leave the lackadaisy first, but given his old concepts and former title as one of mitzi’s ‘trouble boys’, i think he will become lost in the sauce for a myriad of reasons. frankly i enjoy that twist on their relationship! since i believe ivy’s character development will revolve around maturing, changing as time stretches forward, because her character is ever growing, what with her entire schtick being the fact she’s everything a 1920s girl was during those times. she embodies that unladylike youth and manipulative sweetness, so i’d imagine a lot of her path is falling from such naive thrill seeking and stumbling upon a harsh reality. she will mature, and the very thing that should make their relationship stronger will be what divides them indefinitely. everything they have is founded on this bloody, varnished soaked ground after all … they are young adults who are experiencing what closeness feels like outside of family or platonic friends for the first time, so naturally they will overindulge in their own amateur games ; find respite in the boogie and kiss like couples do on the silver screen, laugh about it, talk about everything and nothing at all … relish in each other’s warmth and stupidly loyal protection. i’m sure frepper will grow closer before any falling out, because as it stands, it’s one of the few things they have in such a scary situation that feels comforting and kind. they will impact each other in the fundamental ways first relationships do and, to move towards your biggest gripe, do things they’ll regret or allow things to happen to them that they’re not entirely okay with.

ivy is very forceful with freckle initially, albeit in her typical saturated way ; and i can see why that would be hard to parse! especially when freckle spends a majority of their first scenes together squirming away and hiding, trying to duck her affections and bolt for it. there is a lot of boundary crossing between them! but not in a necessarily malicious way … like most things with frepper, this circles back to their mutual inexperience and how, in a lot of ways, this is their first ‘serious’ romantic relationship ever. and it’s rather common for such firsts to involve gray areas, since neither party is entirely sure of what their own boundaries are just yet! while freckle did appear frightened by ivy at first, it’s important to note that tracy’s mentioned him having a flight response whenever girls flirt with him … he is prone to run away instinctively, which if you consider his extremely religious upbringing, isn’t exactly a surprise. nina would no doubt look down upon freckle engaging with girls his age due to what most girls his age are currently doing in the roaring 20s they’re living in. sneaking out and engaging in illegal activities, dancing in a way that would disgust most of the more traditional and older generation, casually engaging in any manner of sexual activity before marriage, etc etc. and this isn’t even listing freckle’s cagey nature due to an incident we know was bad enough to send rocky packing for years, and fundamentally changed freckle himself at such a young and impressionable age. he is … very troubled! and rather scared of himself and the world around him … at this stage in life, freckle is perpetually unable to make any progress towards anything he may want, and so i have little problem myself with ivy mostly taking the lead. when left to his own devices and allowed to choose outside of influence, freckle did in fact sneak out of his mother’s house to go to the lackadaisy, surely well aware that ivy’s intention had been romantically inclined. so, to me, he has always liked her ; perhaps found her cute, in a shallow way, saw her eccentric behavior as endearing and frightening in equal measure, and while he’s still wading into this whirlwind pool unsteady and shaken, he -- wouldn’t mind it if ivy pushed a little more, or moved him around to her ( and what she perceives to be, their ) liking. perhaps this dynamic is familiar enough to him that it becomes comforting, since rocky was very much the same way in their adolescence. tugging freckle around and pulling his tail for whatever rocky wanted them to do, with little care for whatever his baby cousin desired at the time, ignoring his protests and chasing him ; nobody’s at fault here either, kids are extremely self absorbed and this is a flaw they’ll usually mature past, and while ivy and freckle are adults during the comic, i don’t think ivy’s outgrown this linear view on things just yet. she is extremely entitled! she is used to being the apple of everyone’s eye at the speakeasy due to her jazz baby status as atlas may’s goddaughter, and this gangster connection excites and awes the ladies she attends classes with at her university too. ivy pepper is used to getting her way and this has only fueled her determined attitude, her ‘pull it up by the bootstraps’ mindset, and in many ways, this is something of a flaw for her. it’s not bad to be confident and headstrong, although when you add that into a dangerous mix of rumrunning and gunslinging, it may become a problem rather quickly. but i digress! point is, ivy and freckle are hardly at fault for the awkward way they handled the start of their relationship, when it’s so new and fresh to them both.

neither of them have boundaries at this moment, as they either have no clue what those are or simply haven’t realized they should set them. so, in turn, there are things that the other may do that could cause their partner discomfort … and it’s mostly done out of obliviousness and good intentions and your classic dose of intense affection. doesn’t mean it isn’t messed up to a degree, but i think it’s rather realistic, and is a hard truth that comes with many first relationships of that sort. sometimes you don’t know how to say ‘no,’ or you agree and regret agreeing later, or perhaps you simply don’t understand there’s certain things you aren’t ready for or genuinely just don’t like. again, it’s a very muddied area, and the two of them are vaguely navigating what is mostly foreign to them. they’re bound to mess up! so i ivy some slack here, and applaud tracy on the realistic writing more than anything usually. young love also happens to be a great device to use for inexperienced characters finding themselves, through the good and bad of their relationship, and frepper is all about that. maybe freckle will inevitably bring up how he feels like he would’ve preferred it had ivy asked him out properly, or gave him time to court her in a traditional fashion … and she will be surprised ( and a little wounded ) by this, since she had never considered it before … too used to her way of things to realize there’s another path they could take. i think this aspect of the relationship is important, and i can understand wishing that more frepper shippers would view it as such, or comment on it's morally gray nature without just calling it ‘cute’ and leaving it at that.

tldr : they will most certainly break up at some point, maybe even multiple times! tracy has said before that they both have some serious maturing to do if their relationship is to be long lasting, and i doubt that maturing will happen to them both at once … since they have different things to work on emotionally. but they will probably strongarm some major personal development within each other, as well as love one another with a fierceless abandon that most kids do. i could see them getting married, i could see them not, but i agree that if they were to be wed happily, they’d have significant hurdles to overcome. but personally, frepper is something i adore mostly due to the impact they’re bound to cause each other, and even if they are to separate and find someone new and more fitting, they’ll always remember one another -- perhaps fondly, and sadly, and with some anger. a time they’d like to forget, but a person they’d like to remember … which is my cup of tea overall! they much more interest me as they presently are anyway, where i can fiddle around with their budding romance and friendship bonding. and as lackadaisy grows in popularity, i do hope there’s more frepper fans who see their complexity and flaws and explore them with all of it in mind.

anyway! i hope this was coherent, and that it was obvious that i agreed with you for the most part. i haven’t really talked about frepper before with anyone so many of these thoughts sort of burst out of me! and i feel like i have more to elaborate upon, but for the sake of simplicity i kept this short. oh well! surely this is enjoyable and informative regardless.