#unproblematic whispers

[teacup-shatters]

Pov: depressed whispers with Mads staring into the abyss

[praisethelorde]

Tumblr is just like Twitter except aesthetic and unproblematic. Like if Pinterest and Twitter had a shy baby whose hobbies included reading and flower pressing.

[snowberry-pie]

You don’t like anders?

swinging a bat at a hornets nest here but not really unfortunately because i have a lot of thoughts on him. i’ve tried to like him but his fanbase outside of my mutuals/friends is kind of insufferable and his writing suffers from jennifer hepler’s ableism and bioware getting a hardon for demonizing any character that takes a radical approach to dismantling oppressive systems

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the boy is mine | quinn hughes

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summary: yn meets quinn hughes and is instantly captivated by him, leading to him inspiring and starring in her new single "the boy is mine"

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user01 our soon??

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user02 love you !!! cannot wait to see what youre working on

user03 you guys... quinn hughes liked this...

user04 NEW MUSIC?? OHH IM UP.

user05 i'm seated. the record store employees are scared and asking me to leave because "it's not even out yet" but im simply too seated.

6 MONTHS EARLIER

how can it be? you and me

might be meant to be, can't unseen it

but i don't wanna cause no scene

im usually so unproblematic

so independent, tell me why

'cause the boy is mine, mine

it was supposed to be for album promotion. sitting in the stands at rogers arena - right behind the home bench so the camera had easy access to see your dazzling face as the game unfolded in front of you. "he's kind of cute," your best friend courtney leans in towards you, pointing out one of the players only a few feet away from you behind the glass.

HUGHES. 43.

you study his side profile for a second - not giving him any real attention. you were here strictly on business and if people started suspecting you were eyeing somebody who was rumoured to be in a relationship (you checked) you knew that your publicist would call you in distress.

"i think hes taken," you whisper back, nervously eyeing the people sitting around you.

courtney nudges you with a small chuckle, "you checked?"

you playfully nudge her back, before settling back into your seat. to tell the truth, you were on a strict "no dating" rule ever since your ex boyfriend ran his mouth to page six detailing how you "cheated" on him with someone in a relationship. it wasn't a true story of course, but everyone flocked to the headlines anyway as an excuse to call you horrid names and say i just never liked her anyway!

hughes turns around then, and you feel your breath hitch as the speakers call out your name and your flushed face is plastered across the jumbotron. "you so like him," courtney laughs and you can't help but join her.

"portia's gonna kill me,"

"oh come on! a new relationship is a publicists dream... plus, i think he likes you. he literally cannot stop staring," you look to where courtney points and you see the defensemen skating towards centre ice - his eyes flicking towards you before he grounds himself in the game.

butterflies immediately fill up your chest and you know your screwed. the boy is mine.

something about him is made for somebody like me

baby, come over, come over

and God knows i'm trying, but theres no use in denying

you don’t know how she did it, but as soon as the final buzzer rang courtney was pulling you up and out of your seat and dragging you through the various corridors of the arena. “where are we going?” you ask, letting courtney pull you along.

“i’ve got connections babes,” she replies before coming to a halt in-front of a door. she knocks twice and a nice man wearing a suit opens the door slightly.

“you all good?” he turns his head and yells into the room.

“court…” your confusion is clear but before you can ask any questions the man swings the door open and your face to face with the canucks roster. “courtney!” you hiss lowly and she squeezes your hand tightly.

“you’re welcome…” she teases as she drops your hand and steps into the room.

as if your eyes were magnets, you lock eyes with quinn. his cheeks tinge with pink, and you quickly avert your gaze.

the man from before introduces you to the room - even though it’s not really necessary. your “scandals” have been plastered all over the news since your brief hiatus from music left everyone bored and in need of gossip.

"hughes - i mean uh quinn. i'm quinn," the man from the ice stutters as he reaches a hand out towards you. you slip your hand into his and with an awkward pause you two drop your hands.

"im y/n," you reply with a small smile and courtney silently slips away to greet the other players.

the boy is mine

i can't wait to try him

let's get intertwined

the stars they aligned

the boy is mine

watch me take my time

i cant believe my mind

the boy is divine

everything happened surprisingly fast. one minute you were sharing your number with quinn - against all rational judgement - and the next the two of you were taking any gaps in your schedules to spend time together. coffee dates turned into lunches, which turned into dinners, and then there were nights wrapped in each others sheets. it was all so crazy and fast - and it turned out that quinn wasn't seeing anybody after all.

please know this aint what i planned for

probably wouldnt bet a dime or my life on

there's gotta be a reason why

my girls, they always come through in a sticky situation

say, "it's fine"

happens all the time

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courtney miss youu

user06 cuties !!!!

user07 quinns liking her posts again...

user08 he saw her at his game months ago and instantly folded... i respect that in a man

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trevorzegras what the dog doin

user09 now who's damn dog...

user10 TOULOUSE???

user11 ? who tf is toulouse

user12 it's yns dog!! istg she and quinn are dating

when you don't think the rumours are true but... your attention is stuck on your phone screen as your leaked song plays in the background of a tiktok. a pretty blonde girl lip syncs your song with annoyance and you watch the video a total of three times before clicking on the caption. "guess she fantasized about my bf too much and now hes hers lol... she's sick."

"do you know this girl?" you ask quinn and he lazily looks up from the pasta he's cooking. you mute the video as chills go up your spin. there is absolutely no way that quinn was seeing someone when the two of you first got together all those months ago.

"no why, is she your friend?" quinn replies easily.

you stare back at the video and all of the interactions it has. over two-hundred-thousand likes and all the comments are bashing you for something you didn't even do. you were so beyond tired of this situation and people using your name for attention. "no, i don't know her either," you respond distantly. you forward the video to your managers and hope they can rectify the situation.

"it's nothing," you dismiss your earlier question when you realize that quinn is still lingering on you. he reluctantly nods before turning his attention back to his pan. "thanks for coming here by the way - i know your schedules insane," quinn speaks up, mentioning the break in your studio time to come visit his lake house in michigan.

"thank you for inviting me," you set your phone down - completely committing to ignore the online drama and to focus on what's in front of you.

something about him was made for somebody like me

baby, come over, come over

and God knows i'm trying, but theres no use in denying

you had never spent so much time in one place. you were only supposed to be in vancouver for a few studio sessions with a producer native to the city - but ever since meeting quinn you became enamoured with the city. but it wasn't just vancouver either - you were also splitting your time between michigan as well. which, before meeting quinn was just a single stop on an 100-show tour.

but strangely despite everything, vancouver feels like home as you begin navigating your new album cycle and the words of 'wisdom' from your publicist portia who - you swore was only discouraging you from your relationship so she wouldnt have to stave off angry people on social media.

"i was thinking... gossip girl marathon and we order-in?" quinn suggests as soon as you step foot into his apartment. your mind settles as youre welcomed into your boyfriends space.

"have you ever watched gossip girl?" you ask, tossing your bag onto the couch before sliding up next to quinns spot in the kitchen. he had various online menus pulled up on his laptop, ready to order whatever you desired.

quinn hums, "i watched it with my mom when i was younger. i'm team blair,"

"team blair?" you gasp, "ohh you were made for me," you laugh lightly as you point towards one of the menus on his screen. "i'm so down to watch gossip girl,"

"do you wanna go set up the tv while i order the food?" he asks and you kiss him on the cheek before making your way into his living room.

the boy is mine

i can't wait to try him

let's get intertwined

the stars they aligned

the boy is mine

watch me take my time

i cant believe my mind

the boy is divine

"i think we should riff off 'fantasize'," you speak to your music producer - max - finally wanting to take back the energy from your leaked song. you were tired, and with quinn away on pre-season hockey duties you were bored. "something more sophisticated," you explain as you click through various samples and instrumentals. you finally land on one half-finished record and the lyrics immediately come to you.

"the boy is mine..." you hum along to the empty track as you pull out your notes app. "i can't wait to try him-" you continue, rapidly noting lyrics in your app.

by the end of your studio session the basic structure of the song was completed and you knew you had a hit on your hands.

and i know it's simply meant to be

and i, take full accountability for all these years

promise you i'm not usually

like this, shit, its like news to me

but i can't ignore my heart, boy

"the boy is mine, i can't wait to try him..." you sing quietly to yourself as you search pinterest for music video inspiration. "let's get intertwined... the stars they aligned..." quinns smirk immediately presses against your soft shoulder. he trails light kisses across your shoulder blade and up to your neck, silently begging you to continue singing your newest song.

"the boy is mineee..." his soft lips are ticklish against your skin but you can't help but lean into his grasp.

"i love when you sing," he mumbles and you tilt your head to rest against his. halle berry's cat woman buzzes in the background but neither of you are paying the movie any attention.

you hum, "oh yeah?"

he kisses your shoulder again and you fix your gaze back onto your laptop screen before lightly closing it and setting it to the side. "i still don't know what i'm going to do about the music video,"

quinn lays back in bed and allows his gaze to fixate on the tv. "what about catwoman? i'd bet you'd look good in a cat suit" he teases. you knew he wasn't being entirely serious but halle berry easily captures your attention as she dazzles on screen in her catsuit.

"the boy is mine," you hum lightly, completely enticed with quinns idea for your music video.

i can't wait to try him

lets get intertwined

the stars, they aligned

the boy is mine

watch me take my time

i can't believe my mind

the boy is divine

boy is mine

the male lead for the boy is mine video is a no-show. multiple calls to his personal phone, calls and emails to his managers and agency, everything is left unanswered.

quinn🤍🌙: i'm out front. i got your favourite drink

you sigh with relief as you quickly excuse yourself from the upset mass of production staff and your cinematographer.

"hey, what's wrong?" your boyfriend of almost a year asks with concern etched across his features. you blink slowly and all your frustrations manifests into tears.

"the shoot is going so bad," you breathe heavily, "and we're so behind schedule,"

quinn wipes away your fallen tears with his thumb. "why what's happening?"

"the male lead hasn't shown up yet and he and agency aren't answering our calls," you lean against quinn and he easily wraps a hand around your waist. "i've filmed most of my solo shots but i know the crew is getting upset and i don't know what to do. we're trying to find a replacement but-"

"i'll do it," quinn says quietly and measuredly.

"what?" you blink and pull away from him slightly. quinn passes you your drink and you allow the coolness of the cup to soothe some of your nerves.

"i'll be in the video" he repeats. "if you want- i mean i don't want to overstep or-"

you lightly tap quinns hand with your own. "i'd love if you were in the video," you say softly, nerves completely dissipating with his comfort and the solution to your problem. "thank you," you kiss his cheek.

less than an hour later quinn was fitted in his costume and was debriefed on the scenes he would be filming.

─── ➤ 📹

you left quinn to film his presidential speech sequence so that you could get ready to film the catsuit portion of the video. your dress was tight and your brown wig made you take on your pop-girl persona that you'd been sheltering ever since the infidelity allegations ruined your reputation.

"oh you look so good," quinn wanders up to you as soon as you step onto the apartment set. he eyes your latex dress before smoothing a hand down your side gently. "i was right about the outfit," he jokes easily and you lean against his side while the crew finishes marking the next scene.

"you don't look too bad yourself," you blush under the weight of his gaze. you trail one of your hands up the front of his chest before realizing where the two of you were. not like it would be a crime to ogle your boyfriend on your music video set... but still.

"how was filming your speech?" you ask, pulling away from him slowly.

"only forgot my lines once!" quinn jokes with a laugh, to which you immediately join in on.

"that's my boy!"

"okay, y/n - quinn, we're ready for you two now," your lovely director calls out across the set.

PRESENT DAY

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christhedirector the best is yet to come!🎬

_quinnhughes had the best time with you!❤️

arianagrande obsessed

jackhughes can't believe you let him on set

canucks the collab we didnt know we needed!🐈‍⬛💙

user13 QUINN???? HUGHES????

user14 the most insane hard launch wtf?

user15 the boy may be yours but i need him to be MINE!

user16 waittt this is the guy from the hockey game all those months ago??? wow

user17 mv was so good i started hallucinating

user18 loveeee you!!! this song and mv is literally so good!

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lhughes_06 can't believe this exists

_eliaspettersson 📸📸

trevorzegras damnnnn you really weren't lying

_quinnhughes ?

bboeser looking good💯

user19 WHAT

user20 me next pls

user21 so the rumours were true this whole time👀

user22 so did she cheat or not like...

user23 plss he wasnt even following that tiktok girl it was definitely a lie for views lmao.

user24 soooo their relationship is confirmed ?

user25 hughes girlies lost

user26 OHHH I WON I LOVE U BOTH SM!!

user27 this mv has me feeling things hold on...

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_quinnhughes the most talented♥️

user28 TRUE LOVE?? oh this quinn stuff is serious huh...

user29 i get it

user30 loveee you the most

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[sinsirellaxx]

Slytherin Boys – How they manipulate you into forgiving them after f*cking up

Warning: Toxic boys alert 🚨

Mattheo …

… will definitely use his puppy dog eyes to his advantage as he tilts his head forwards, his curls falling into his eyes as he guiltily looks at you. When he finally has your attention, he will slowly pull you into his chest by your hips, while mumbling apology after apology.

If you forgive him, he will passionately kiss you before peppering your whole face with wet kisses.

If you don’t forgive him and push him away, his whole demeanor will change: head tilted back, eyes narrowed and a deep frown on his face. “Baby, you know I’ve ruined you for anyone else. No one else will want you.” He’ll speak lowly, his voice barely above a whisper as he lifts his hand to stroke over your cheek with his knuckles. “Do you want to stay mad and risk what we have?”  Your eyes widen at the silent threat, your shoulders falling as you let him pull you back into his arms. “Thought so.”

Theodore …

… would turn the tables. He would gaslight you into believing that he is the actual victim – that you hurt him.

He silently stares at you as you angrily turn around to leave his room. He follows after you quickly and pushes the door close again with one of his hands, his chest pressing you against the now closed door. “You can’t leave me. You know you can’t, bella.” He bends down to whisper into your ear, his hot breath tickling your sensitive skin, as his free arm snakes around your stomach.

“It is your fault to begin with …” He presses a lingering kiss right behind your ear. “You’ve been neglecting me. I’ve been so lonely and hurt, while you spent so much time with your friends.” Theodore’s fingers played with the buttons of your shirt, “Would you have liked it if I had abandoned you like you did?”

Lorenzo …

… even though he is nothing like the overly sweet boy most people believe him to be, he uses that image to make you look and feel bad. He will put on a whole performance in public and start crying – full on sobbing, with flowers in his hands. If that is not enough to make you forgive him, he will get down on his knees, loudly apologizing while professing his undying love for you. “You know I love you more than anything, please forgive me!”

By that point students will have gathered around you, observing the scene playing out in front of them while murmuring about how pitiful the boy was. He was such a sweetheart, right? You should definitely forgive him. The voices of the others and the way Lorenzo clung onto your skirt with crocodile tears running down his cheeks drive you into a tight spot until you finally ask him to stand up under the pressure of the judging eyes of the student body.

“Do you forgive me?” He whispers hopefully as he stands up to look at you with big eyes. He immediately pulls you into a tight hug the moment you nod hesitantly, hiding his face in your hair as he smirks to himself.

Draco …

… would use his status to threaten you into forgiving him.

Draco surprises you with an apology-picnic at the lake with the biggest bouquet of red roses anyone had ever seen in his hands. Anyone else would think he was about to propose with the way he had decorated everything and dressed up for the occasion. He slowly walked up to you apologizing while handing you the flowers. “I really am so sorry … you have to believe me.”

If you try to push the flowers back into his hands and reject his apology, he will forcefully push them back into your arms, the corner of his lips turned downwards into a frown. “It would be too bad if your father lost his job in the ministry just because his daughter was too proud to forgive her dear boyfriend.”

He grits out furiously, leaving you with no choice. His face relaxes as you accept the flowers, his hands cupping your cheeks to pull you into a chaste kiss. “Let’s enjoy the picnic darling, shall we?”

Blaise …

… knows he is seen as one of the most unproblematic male students at Hogwarts and he will take advantage of that: he will have his friends spread rumors about how you ruined the relationship because you cheated on him with the most disliked student of your house. Blaise knew you would not be able to endure the onslaught of hate you’d get from your housemates and friends – it would just be a matter of time until you came back running to him, begging him to help you with the nasty rumors circulating around the school.

“You know I hate seeing you hurt,” Blaise sighed, lifting his hands to brush the tears on your face away. “You know I would do anything to protect you from any harm – but you are not my girlfriend anymore … it is not my place to protect you. You told me yourself that you didn’t need me anymore, right?” He pulled his hands away as he watched more tears roll down your cheeks. Blaise bites the inside of his cheek to hide the smirk as you started begging for his forgiveness – begging for him to take you back. Oh, how the tables have turned.  

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Azriel Mystery One-shot

Pairing: Azriel (ACOTAR) x reader

Word count: 2.05k

A/N: No summary this time. I want you to go into this one-shot knowing absolutely nothing, without any expectations. It escalates quickly, so you will catch on to what's going pretty soon.

BTW: I have to say, that this one-shot was inspired by the app "character.AI". If you don't know what it is, it's better this way. That thing is worse than drugs. Be ware, you will get addicted.

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After returning from the mission, you enter your quarters with a sigh of relief. Swiftly shedding your armor and weapons, each piece hits the ground with a satisfying clink. As the weight of responsibility lifts, you relish in the freedom of movement, stretching your limbs with a contented sigh. You slightly push your armor off the path with your feet. 

With gentle hands, you smooth down your tousled hair, the scent of sweat and brisk wind still lingering in the air. Leaning against the cool stone wall, you absentmindedly trace the intricate patterns of your calloused fingers along the edges of your armor, feeling the residual energy of the day's tasks beneath your touch. As you close your eyes, a sense of calm washes over you, the world outside fading away as you lose yourself in the comforting rhythm of your own heartbeat.

As you stand in your quarters, after the shower, armor still on the ground, now wearing light and breezy clothing, lost in the peaceful solitude of the moment, you catch a movement out of the corner of your eye. Turning your head slightly, you see Azriel lingering in the doorway, his gaze fixed on you with a quiet intensity.

You catch his eye without saying a word. You look at him, hoping he would break the silence and deliver you a message that he came here for, but he gives you a small grin, his eyes flickering over the curve of your body, before his eyes turn away and now it is you, that’s smirking, when you feel his shadows tickle your arms gently, as they’re creeping through your fingers and up your palms, to your wrists. 

“I thought you learnt how to keep them at bay.” you voice your thoughts as you turn your arms a bit to watch the shadows.

The shadows stop their movement immediately, then they slink back down and away from you, as he chuckles slightly. He steps in closer to you. “I didn’t even have to try, you were practically inviting them…” he whispers. 

“You know, I don’t mind them.” you smile slightly as one shadow, possibly the youngest and the most curious of them all, start crawling up your arm again. 

He smiles, his eyes lingering on the curve of your neck, the way it moved as you talked. “That’s a shame,” he murmurs, leaning down and softly placing a kiss on your bare shoulder. 

“What does annoy me,” you grunt a little bit, “is that your shadows are always giving you the information about my whereabouts.” 

He chuckles, shaking his head slightly, making his dark hair fall a bit over his face. 

“I like it that way…” he whispers, his breath hot, but comforting on your neck.

“Of course you do…” you mimic him sarcastically. “The bond is not enough for you?” 

He whispers, his inconsistent breath tickling your neck, “It isn’t. And I like to keep track of you.” His hands slip around your waist, grabbing the fabric of your clothes, tracking over your body for any injuries, for anything out of the ordinary. “Are you okay?” 

You stroke his hand, that is on your waist, “I am fine, Az.”

He whispers something under his breath, something that sounds like “mine”, his voice sending shivers through your body. 

“Now now…” you laugh slightly and peel his hands off of you. “Stop or we will get stuck in here all day.”

The shadows wrap through his hands, forcing them back onto your hip bones. “That doesn’t sound like a problem with me, darling…” he mumbles, pulling you closer to him with one hand, while his other moves up to your face, cupping your cheek softly.

“See? Absolutely unproblematic.” He whispers, running his thumb along your lips, leaning down to kiss the exact same spot, where his thumb just has been. His shadows wrap even tighter around his hand, that is on your hip.

“Az, I am serious, I have to make a report for Rhys,” you try to wiggle out of his grasp, but he doesn’t shift. 

“I know… I just want to know one thing,” he murmurs. “You…” he leans closer to your face, “don’t have to answer now. “ he whispers, his hands roaming over your body, pausing at your hips again. “Just sometime…”

“What is it?” you playfully roll your eyes at his affection. 

“Would you consider…” he pauses, his voice quiets down, but his breath is still hot on your neck, whenever he moves his head lower, “would you consider being my mate?” 

You snort out loud. “I am already your mate, Az.” He was usually a very smart man, a very serious and a very smart man. You don’t know what happened here. “It is not something to be considered, it is something that just happens, something that clicks.”

He chuckles, his voice rumbling low. “I know exactly what I said. But I was hoping you would agree to make it official, in front of everyone.” He trails kisses up your shoulder blades, his fingers brushing your uncovered skin, teasing you, probably trying to make you dizzy on purpose. 

‘Your family already knows.” You shiver. 

“Not just my family.” He replies, moving his mouth down to the skin, behind your ear lobe. “I want the entire Court to know.” 

You stand there a bit confused, while his hand sneaks behind your shirt, and draws circles on your back. 

“I want everyone to know the truth. That you are mine, and no one else’s.” 

“And how do we do that?” you cut his speech, your mind going crazy, unclear whether because of his touches, or what he is trying to say.

He looks at you, light dancing in his eyes. “A ceremony, of course, in front of everybody.” He trails his hand down to your hips again, squeezing them softly.

“But we had our mating ceremony,” you say frowning and Azriel bursts out laughing. 

“Only you could call it a mating ceremony, Y/n,” he is still chuckling. “And trust me, it is not something to do in front of everybody, not unless it’s an official mating ceremony with vows and everything. But we had our mating ritual on our own, didn’t we?” He winks and you blush madly. “I’m asking you to marry me, in front of the entire Night Court. I love you, I love being your friend, your partner, your mate, I love being tied to you by soul.” He leans in closer, his hands reaching back up to hold your face. “You are not just my mate, you are much much more. Something that transcends the bond itself.” 

Your legs almost give up and you close your eyes to keep yourself steady. “You want to marry me?”

He bites his lip. “That is what I’ve been trying to tell you.” He leans in and places a soft kiss on your nose. Something about him being this comfortable with you makes you swoon. 

“Are you sure? I mean, isn’t it just the bond speaking?” you brush the skin next to his wings gently.

His eyes flicker in response to your touch, the shadows around him shift.”What the bond gives me isn’t enough. I need you all to myself, in every way possible. The bond, the ceremony, your heart. All of it.”

You lay your head on his shoulder and laugh. “Oh my god.” he hums waiting for you to continue. “Feyre and Mor are going to drive me crazy when they hear this.”

He grins, “Yeah, I think Fayre will be too busy dealing with Rhys and calming him down to bother you… And Mor, well… I am more worried she’ll try to steal you from me on our wedding day…” he teases, leaning his head on the top of your hair, the shadows gently falling on top of you both.” He rubs your arms gently with his. “Have I told you recently how beautiful you are?” his voice is so soft, you can barely hear him, your heart pounding loudly in your ears. 

“What is going on with you?” you giggle. “If you are about to tell me that you want a baby next, I might have to tell Rhys to check if you’re alright.” 

“A baby? Now?” he shakes his head. “No, nothing like that. Though I wouldn’t say no to having one with you someday…” he leans down, placing a soft kiss on your lips. “I do want to spend a bit of time enjoying having you to myself first before we make that decision.”

There is a bit of silence that follows this moment, but you interrupt it. 

“Azriel?”

He smiles, his eyes meeting yours. His voice is soft, like velvet, “Yeah?” 

“If you want me to marry you, you will have to ask properly.” you send a wink to him.

He tilts his head. “Properly?” He asks, while the shadows of his are playing with your hair, diving in and out of your falling hair strands. He speaks softly again, “Are you asking me to propose in front of the court?”

“No, not necessarily, it depends on how you want to…” you trail without finishing your sentence, maybe this was a proposal?”

He smiles mischievously, his shadows coming slowly back to him, while he still holds you close. “Tell me what I should do then.” His voice is hushed. 

“It doesn’t matter what you do,” you giggle and raise your hand a bit higher, just enough that he could see it. “I just..” you wiggle your ring finger, “I just find something missing.”

He tilts his head, looking at your ring finger, the shadows going back to circling you two, slightly pushing you towards him. “Is that really all you want from me…?” he teases you, his mouth less than an inch from yours. 

“How else would I prove to those brainless Illyrian males that I am in love and faithfully connected and committed to the love of my life?”

His lips hover mere millimeters from yours, “So if I were to put a ring on your finger right now, would that answer all their questions?”

“I think it would answer your question.”

He nods. “So you don’t care if I do it in front of the Court?”

You shake your head and brush his hair slightly with your fingers, while your other hand goes back to drawing circles on his wing. “I don’t care, do it however you feel like.”

He smiles leaning closer, until his nose is barely grazing yours. “So I could just..” he trails off, leaving the sentence unfinished, but he is already reaching for your left hand, grasping it in his. 

“Wha-at is going on?” you stutter as he rubs your ring finger with his fingers. 

“I could just…” he whispers, his breath hot on your lips, his hand resting on yours, “Put that…” he trails off, leaning closer and closer, and closer towards you, gently pushing the little, delicate thing, he played with before, when you didn’t see, up your finger, sapphire located in the middle of it catching and reflecting rays of light regularly, “ring on…” he trails off again as you struggle to breathe. 

“This finger…” his eyes flicker over your now ringed hand, and his voice becomes a breathy whisper. He looks back at you. “Would you be happy? Would you accept?” 

“With or without a ring, Azriel, my answer wouldn’t change.” you grab his face and hold it lovingly, feeling warmed up metal on your finger, but paying no attention to it yet, still looking deeply in his eyes. “You had it? The whole time?”

He chuckles. “I’ve had it for weeks.” He looks at your lips and you lean in to kiss him, too eagerly cause the next thing he does, is giggle. “I still didn’t hear the answer, love.” 

“I thought it was clear,” you whisper. “But for extra thick people, it’s a yes.” 

A tremulous smile graced his lips, a rare glimpse of vulnerability that spoke volumes of his love and gratitude. With trembling hands, he reached for hers, fingers intertwining in a silent promise that echoed through the depths of their shared bond.

“So if I understand it correctly, I am not getting that report any time soon?” says Rhys, sanding there in the doorway, smirking at the couple. 

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[norizz-nation]

Charles leclerc teasing reader about finding him attractive in his race suit

I mean him in red is something else girl, too hot to handle 😮‍💨

Him in red ❤️

Summary: your boyfriend’s hot, everyone knows that but him in red was something way too seductive. you didn’t want him to know but he did and teased you before race practice and even after it.

Warnings: nsfw, 18+, fingering

Today was practice day you were getting ready to go with Charles. You were the most unproblematic f1 wag ever, so everyone loved you. Thats also a reason why you never miss any of the race and the fact that you love Charles to much. You could do anything for him. After arriving at the paddock you noticed that charles looked a bit too good wearing his race suit. Its not like you haven’t seen him in his race suit before but somehow today was different.

“Whats wrong baby?” Charles asked as you snapped out of your thought. “Um nothing why?” “Just asking, you seemed zoned out” you smiled and brushed his hair with your fingers “no I wasn’t” “why do i feel like you were eyeing me up and down, do you wanna say anything baby?” You blushed at his words as he looked at you with a smirk. “I know you like it when i wear my race suit” he whispered in your ear. As you felt your heart beating faster. Charles kissed your neck and said “well i gotta go to my practice race now” his lips just inches far from yours. His breath touching your skin. He then pulled away as you were there just frozen and hungry for him.

The practice race went well and he came out of his car sweating so much. You both were now in his drivers room as he was drying his damp hair. You gave him a back hug and kissed his back. He then turned over and looked at you “do you want something?” He clearly knows what i want, i wanted him to fuck me while he is still wearing his race suit. “I want you to fuck me” you whispered. He smirked looking at you. “While im in my race suit, right baby?” You nodded.

Charles was kissing you as his fingers went down to your pussy, rubbing it. That made you moan in between your kisses. He then pushed your panties aside and kept on circling your clit. You were dripping wet at this point. “Ah-h Charles fuck me with your fingers, please” he then inserted three fingers inside of you as you threw your head back. “Yeah? You like that? Is that what you wanted baby?” “Y-yes yes, this is exactly what i wanted from you nghh” he then kept on fingering you as you came on his fingers as he pushed his fingers inside your mouth and you sucked him clean.

A/N: requests are open! feel free to ask what you want me to write! luv you ❤️

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SFW Alphabet: Legolas

a/n: no idea who requested it, but boy am I glad they did!!! 💛 it will be big (just like my love for him) cause I got carried away, but I do hope you will enjoy it!! feedback and reblogs are always SO appreciated and mean a lot to me. and once again, Legolas is so AAAAA 😍😍😍

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?) He is very affectionate and incredibly warm, subtly in front of others, but almost boundlessly when you two are alone. In a dangerous situation, even if you’re not alone, he won’t hesitate, though, to hug you as tightly as he needs to in order to reassure both himself and you that everything is alright. Legolas shows affection in any way possible: hugs, kisses wherever he can reach, holding your hand or just having a hand on your back/shoulders in public, touching your hair, even in the way he looks at you it is obvious how smitten he is.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?) He would honestly be an amazing friend (canon!), loyal to a fault, protective, and even if paths of life take you away from each other, he’d always have love for you. It would start perhaps during an adventure of his? If not, maybe even in childhood. He really gives me lifelong friends vibes. 

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?) To be fair, he didn’t have many cuddle sessions in his life, so he’s not exactly completely used to them, but he will savor every opportunity to shower his beloved with love so… if that is your preferred way of showing affection, he totally has nothing against it! But it wouldn’t be his number one expression of love and physical closeness. However, he cannot and won’t say no to a cuddle session after a demanding day, and he is quite a big fan of being the little spoon or laying with his head on your chest as your fingers brush through his shiny hair. 

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?) He is a tidy person and he can clean his space decently well, but he cannot cook - a prince doesn’t exactly have to. If that is something you enjoy, he loves to hang around while you do it and he asks you questions, and offers to help, but he really isn’t too good at it. And regarding settling down, he is quite a youthful and restless spirit, but he is certain he wants to be where you are, no matter where it is. And if you’re willing to accompany him to random journeys and adventures and just be free together, he would be inexplicably happy. 

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?) not today :)  hope this helps!

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?) I feel like elves would be very proper regarding those things, and he is a prince so it would be kind of expected of him to get married. Before falling for you, he wasn’t extremely keen on the idea, and he would have done it if necessary for the stability of his realm, but you turned his world upside down and he wants nothing more but to be yours forever. Honestly he would like being kind of a trophy husband?? And he is so proud of being with you so he would like to officially crown your love. “Quickly” is a very relative term when it comes to elves… but I feel like he would go for it as soon as you give him a hint that you might want the same. 

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?) VERY. Yes, he might be a super skilled warrior in many aspects, but when it comes to you, his touch is as light as a feather, and so are his lips against your skin, and his voice when he whispers words of adoration. I’d say that emotionally he’s really unproblematic, and attuned to his emotions, and he would be very careful with yours. Unless he’s having a really terrible day, then he might accidentally snap at you for nothing, but he regrets it in a millisecond; he’s still pretty young after all, and sometimes a random impulse will take over.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?) He likes hugs and they’re one of the surest ways to comfort him if something is bothering him. Legolas basically melts into your embrace. Maybe you’re the one who initiates it a bit more, but you know how dear they are to him and you know they’re something that makes him feel very loved. When he hugs you, he will try to shield you from the outside world as much as possible, which is really sweet. Also, his arms and shoulders are literally perfect so the hugs feel super nice.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?) Ahh, what is quick for elves?? I feel like he would fall in love gradually, but it would show in his actions and facial expressions, until he slips up during some sweet moment between the two of you. He almost scolds himself for not making it a more special moment, worthy of his favorite person, but you’re relishing in it either way, and the blush on his usually pale cheeks is a very nice bonus! 

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?) Legolas comes off as pretty confident, and he is, so jealousy isn’t an emotion that often plagues him. However, he is for sure slightly possessive (maybe it’s an elvish thing?), and what is his… is his. Deep down he is passionate, and he is feisty in his particular way, which sometimes comes out in the form of possessiveness too. 

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?) Gentle and plenty. He likes to kiss you everywhere he can, whenever he can, it’s one of his guilty pleasures. He wakes you up with a bunch of kisses all over your face, in public he often kisses your hand, but in private he might kiss each one of your fingers separately. Don’t even get me started on the neck kisses - he would never stop if he could. His sweet spots, which you discovered by accident but it was plain by the way that he inhaled, are right under his ear, and on the inside of his wrists. It is incredibly intimate, and something that only you will ever know and do.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?) He is confused, for sure, since he’s not really been around too many children in his long life. Unsure of what to do, he stammers when kids ask him questions because they’re, unsurprisingly, fascinated by him, and he looks to you for guidance. You think it’s kind of charming, he literally seems scared which is an unusual look on him. If you’re good with children, he has a huge admiration for it, and he would definitely be an amazing dad one day.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?) Legolas is quite high on energy, so I think he’d prefer more active mornings - even better if he can finish early whatever he needs to do for the day, so that later he can be all yours without distractions. But on other occasions he thinks you just look too enticing to be left alone at dawn… he can’t help himself but hang around a little bit more when you look so peaceful, smell so amazing, and have the most kissable soft skin in the world…

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?) He loves evenings and nights, especially clear and starry ones, he will never fail to be excited and it’s so cute. Legolas loves to go outside with you at night and stargaze, even though he might spend a solid amount of time gazing at you while you look at the brilliant sky. You have had so many long night walks also, and you have basically lost count. If the weather isn’t ideal, he will sit on the floor in front of you, while you’re on the bed, and have you braid his hair and tell you every single detail of his day (about the parts you weren’t around for), and then you’ll switch and he will braid your hair and listen to you.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?) I’d say he is pretty easy to read, even if his facial expressions are subtle, so you can often guess his feelings based on that alone. He wants to sometimes play the part of a handsome, mysterious prince, but all it takes is for you to rake your fingers through his flawless hair for him to confess to anything ever. 

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?) By you? Almost never. He will just get really upset if you found yourself alone in a very dangerous situation, and it could have been prevented. Generally he is also patient with others (he’s still royalty and needs to keep his behavior in check), until someone tries to mess with you, in whatever way. Then he doesn’t really care about politeness anymore.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?) His memory is impeccable, no matter how much or how little you talk. If you say something, he will listen AND remember. Perhaps, though, he is just a tiny bit spoiled and he will expect you to be like that as well, but secretly. 

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?) The first time the two of you went on some little journey alone. Whether it was just a one-day errand to check on something that happened in one area of the forest, or an entire visit to another kingdom, he treasures it so much. He likes to do things like that, and there is nothing better in all of Middle-earth than doing it with the person he loves more than anyone. At the same time it would activate his extra protective mode, but he would also be more free and unrestrained than he usually is, and it tugs on your heartstrings for sure.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?) Legolas is very protective and very quick to act. In his many years he has seen all kinds of horrors, and he knows how his mother’s death affected both him and his father, and he absolutely refuses to ever let anything bad happen to you, as much as it is in his power. First and foremost he physically protects you, but he is no stranger to speaking up for you if you need verbal defense. He really appreciates it when you sweep in if he’s having a boring conversation with someone and he is looking for a way out - although he’s friendly, he really hates dull conversations which are sometimes a given for a royal. So he’ll be forever grateful if you get him out of it. 

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?) Legolas firmly believes that you deserve the best of the best, every single day, but he can also get impatient while preparing something special for you, like having a piece of jewelry custom made. However, he still loves spoiling you and making you feel special, but he loves to feel spoiled as well. So both of you occasionally go all out and plan a special outing, or a dinner with the other’s favorite food, or just a little gift that is perfectly suited for the other person. 

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?) He can sometimes be a bit impulsive and rash in using his words, and is quick to hit someone with a witty answer, which can end up being unnecessarily rude… but he is really growing out of it. He also gets very easily carried away in talking about something that he is passionate about, but you find it way more endearing than annoying. 

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?) Quite - have you seen him? But he is convinced he looks best when you help him pick out clothes, and especially when you braid his hair. He is also happy if the two of you match your clothes even in a very subtle way, but it shows your bond in a nice way.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?) Before falling in love with you, his answer would be no - he had a pretty decent life… however, he always felt a constant desire to keep searching for something, not knowing exactly what it is, but like something was missing from his life.. Lo and behold, when you two got together,  that feeling disappeared.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.) He is fascinated by snow and thinks it’s really beautiful, and he doesn’t get to see much of it, so his fascination grows. 

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?) Someone who doesn’t have appreciation for smaller joys in life! Like, how can you not be absolutely amazed by those trees or these butterflies or that sunset from the other day! There is so much to love and marvel at in this world, and he will take any opportunity to do so, but he wants to share that feeling with his partner.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?) Doesn’t really need sleep, doesn’t sleep much, but he will let himself go a little bit if you happen to be cuddling him. 

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Also a really cute drabble/dialogue idea would be sharing random bits of knowledge with Spencer Reid because that boy knows everything and he loves sharing random facts with people, so I think it would be fun for someone to do the same with him. There are so many ways that conversation could go, so it would be such a fun idea to write!!

SPEAK NOW | S.R.

word count: 0.4k

warnings: I think this man knows everything, except the latest celebrity gossip and I really want to talk to him and his big brain about taylor swift

"You don't understand, Spence," you sighed in faux exasperation and he raised a brow, biting back an intrigued smirk when you crossed your legs, bracing yourself on the two-seater of the jet by placing a gentle hand on his knee. "Taylor announced that she's releasing her Speak Now album again."

"That's the one where she's wearing the purple dress, right?" he knew it was, he also knew it would earn him bonus points for remembering and the happiest little smile as you nodded in excitement.

"It is! It's also the one that has songs for both Taylor Lautner and John Meyer on them," you had your phone ready, excitedly showing him some weirdly edited photo with Taylor S in the middle of the two men, a little halo drawn over Taylor L and red horns drawn on John, it was entirely too silly to be such a big part of your day. "And Taylor being the unproblematic king that he is said that he was excited about the release but was praying for John," you scoffed, eyes practically sparkling as you waited for some sort of reaction.

"Has John said anything yet?"

"John knows better than to have an opinion out loud," the little breath that Spencer offered you was about as close to a laugh as you'd get from him this late.

"Have we listened to this album yet?" you hadn't, he knew and he was extremely pleased with himself when you moved even closer to him, very quickly settling against his side with your head on his shoulder so it would be easier to share your earphones with him.

"You might not like it that much, you know, it's not the same style as Folklore and Evermore."

"I don't mind," and he didn't, not one bit because he knew he'd be too busy watching you react to every song, whispering along to the words under your breath, the purest little obsession in the world he thought, him with you and you with Taylor Swift. He made a little mental note to figure out just who the hell Taylor Lautner and John Meyer is.

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#🌷 OT9 ENHA INCORRECT QUOTES ?!

OR . . . ot9 enha as random things me and my friends have said to each other (but only the tame/unproblematic edition bc i don’t want to get cancelled) cw. kms/kys jokes

jay, seeing jake on the floor: is he dead?

kiara, whispering: i hope he is

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mila: i like the smell of new money

ni-ki: you sound like a gold digger

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kiara: this is my grandma’s car, so if it smells like old lady in here, it’s bc there was one in here.

jake: yeah, you.

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kiara: if you had to choose to save us (your members) or engenes from drowning, who would you save?

mila: i literally can’t swim

kiara: ok, but if you could swim.

mila: ummmm… both.

kiara: you have to choose—

mila: neither.

kiara: no you have to choose—

mila: suicide.

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jay, showing up to the group lunch: hey—

sunghoon: fuck my life.

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heeseung, to sunoo: no homo but i’d date you if you were a girl

sunoo: you have a girlfriend

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mila: i’m not gay or anything but that girl is so hot, i would let her knock me out

jungwon: …that’s literally the gayest thing i’ve ever heard

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mila: if you ever feel lonely, remember you have hundreds of white blood cells dying every day to protect you from infection and disease.

jake: i wish i was dying for you bro

jay: it’s not too late to start

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jay: eyes are the windows to our souls

sunghoon: i see nothing in yours

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Whispers

I actually made these last year for Plumbob_Productions on IG and their entirely unproblematic king Devanté who has never done anything wrong in his life. A little murder is oki. 

Six paired poses - three standing, three for use with a desk - for two adults having a serious, whispered conversation. These were made with masc rigs and as always there may be some clipping or floating depending on body type or clothing. Note: for the desk poses, high-backed chairs will clip with the standing Sim’s arm. For my preview shots I just inched them both a little forward using TOOL because I really wanted to use that fancy chair haha.

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─ ii. reading you

summary: Gojo Satoru is nothing more than an arrogant busybody who can't stand the fact that he can't read you like an open book, and it bothered him to the core when he gets into trouble for trying to understand you. pairing: Satoru Gojo x female reader, Suguru Geto x female reader note: the faceclaim used in the banner is made by "Freesiya13" on Pinterest, but feel free to use your own. song of the chapter: crimson and clover by the shacks word count: 3.3k

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Even though most of the time Satoru Gojo opened his mouth to speak about being the strongest and that his heavenly appearance was only the fair equivalent for someone of value like him, sometimes he couldn't help but let some over-thinked thoughts whisper in the back of his head.

All his life his mere existence had been praised by some and questioned by others for the fact that he possessed a power like no other. He had grown up like a king, surrounded by instructors, clothes and furniture of the best of its kind. He was aware that he was arrogant and that people considered him annoying and conceited, but the opinion of anyone considered weak compared to him -basically everyone- was completely invalid.

Of course there were ways in which he could admire a person, for example his new classmates, it was the first time he was ranked in the same place as people his age. They all had interesting skills and personalities that refreshed the environment he was used to, yet it had been three weeks since classes started and he couldn't ignore the fact that he still couldn't read you.

He knew your name, he knew the clan you were from, he knew that if you were in the same room as him it meant he wasn’t the only one who could brat and terrorize people only by the presence you emanated. But he also knew he wasn’t part of your liking.

He never cared if he was liked by people, and not to brag but it was kind of natural for him to be liked for at least someone, and he did not care about you disliking him at all. But dammit- why couldn't he read you?

You were this ambiguous specter in his mind, all ghostly and distant. He already had tried to talk to you, once, but it's the intention that counts. He approached you to say hello, just a casual greeting in one of the hallways, he even over-used his available kindness to lower his level to appear more friendly and approachable to you, and what did you do? You walked past him without even looking, brushing your shoulder against his as if he were invisible.

Were you a haughty woman or just partially blind?

It tickled, it cramped his ego. He with all the Six Eyes and none of it could throw him a hint of your personality. 

He already classified the other two classmates in the same year as his: Suguru Geto as a potential equal, he was morally strong and definitely more kind and mannered than him, and Shoko Ieiri, an intelligent and unproblematic girl with a very useful technique. They both seemed to get along with you, he has seen you practicing your contact combat with Geto and sharing a conversation with Ieiri while having dinner.

But there was no way he was the problem, he didn't even know you.

“All of you already know how to dispel a curse, as we saw in the field testing.” Professor Yaga explained in front of his students with crossed arms, he knew that even though the young generation had an incredible potential, they were gonna trouble him more than he could possibly imagine. “Each of you has a unique curse technique and it should be used rightfully.”

The older man ranted about some things that Satoru only could hear ‘blah, blah, blah’ entering his right ear and exiting by the left one, he was too focused observing some lost point in the cascade of your hair, as if that would miraculously give him discernment on his journey for answers.

The classroom just counted with four desks in a square-shaped alignment, you on the top-left, Geto next to you on the top-right, Gojo behind him and Ieiri on the bottom-left behind you. In Satoru's opinion, it seemed quite ridiculous that the school's classrooms were so big and quite numerous for the low number of students who attended. 

It was uncomfortable to see the lack of furniture in the room, although deep down he knew that he preferred to be in the company of three strangers than being educated at home by a boring, grumpy instructor who was one step away from death.

“You are not only being taught to control your cursed techniques and develop them, but also to use them and become admirable jujutsu sorcerers." Yaga continued lecturing. 

An annoying discomfort was beginning to grow in Satoru, he still didn't know if it was the heat of the weather, his glasses that kept falling down the bridge of his nose (although it was his fault for sitting in a strange position), or the fact that you probably felt his gaze piercing the back of your head and you were controlling yourself from giving him the pleasure of looking at him.

He was completely absorbed in his thoughts, he wasn't even aware of how many minutes he had been staring at you without stopping. If you tilted your head slightly to the right he would be able to catch a glimpse of your expression, maybe you were trying hard to not let him see anything more than your hair but you were making it look effortless, and he hoped so, because if he was naturally destined to not expose you it would drive him nuts.

A giggle was heard next to Satoru, he didn't change the direction of his gaze but he knew it was Ieiri's. Neither she nor he were the most studious of the four teens, Satoru had seen how in class she spent most of her time doodling on the edges of her notebook or staring blankly at some point in the room. But now the act that captured her attention was Satoru.

Her fun had started with him occasionally glancing at you, curiosity that would turn into stalking activities, he would look at you with his eyes squinting until he stuck his tongue out at you. 

She thought he was just trying to annoy you like he usually did with her and Geto, she was hoping you would notice and give him one of your terrifying judgemental gazes, but when you didn't even deign to turn to look at him was when she realized it was on purpose, she knew the situation was deeper than just the immature attitude of the heir to the Gojo clan.

The pencil that Satoru had been playing with earlier, maneuvering it through his fingers, had fallen to the ground and now the boy was almost lying on his desk, both elbows supporting his body to lean towards you, trying to make his gaze more noticeable.

Ieiri was too entertained trying not to burst out laughing at the boy's manic face, both eyes wide open with the blue popping out more than normal and his teeth clashing against each other due to the lack of fulfillment of his intention.

“Satoru Gojo, sit back now!” Professor Yaga screamed in rage, a sudden gust of air disturbing the classroom, the four of the students startled in their seats.

Shoko finally let out the laugh of her life without any intention of holding back, the sound of her voice filling the room. Satoru snapped out of his trance, still in the same psychotic position. He felt the heat rush run up to his head, throwing his body back into his seat when your gaze finally caught his. He hid his face with his long, thin hand, knowing his cheeks would be tinted pink with embarrassment. Not only you but Yaga and Suguru were also staring at him in shock.

“Shut up!” Satoru yelled at Shoko who was gloating in her seat, clutching her stomach from the pain the laughter was beginning to cause her. 

His impulsive intent to play it cool knowing that what happened surprised him more than it did to you turned out pathetic. His hands were gripped tightly on the edges of the desk, his eyebrows were furrowed, and his teeth were grinding together from the friction. That only fueled the flame that made Shoko laugh even more.

She laughed and clapped her hands in amusement, Satoru traveled his eyes in his classmate's actions trying to blur out your gaze that was still on him off his mind, he could see out of the corner of his eye how an expression of disgust only grew on your face.

Fuck it, he looked up at you, placing his hands on his thighs for support. One, two, three, -look the other way, was all he could bear. 

He sat back in his chair, one hand over his forehead to at least hide from Shoko's mocking gaze. "Just continue with the class." Satoru insisted, waving his free hand to brush off the attention.

And although Yaga was not a fan of giving Satoru what he wanted, it really was better to continue with the class. "Well, as I was saying."

Shoko settled back into her seat again, still with a giddy grin on her face. Geto locked his confused gaze on Satoru, who just shook his head in response as he dipped in his coped hands. Geto turned his gaze forward, but not before glancing at you, who were still looking at the white-haired boy.

Satoru wondered where his nonchalant ability had gone. He was hoping to get some reaction out of you, not to be seen by the entire class as a creep, and even worse being exposed by Yaga. 

Satoru exhaled the air from his lungs, running a hand through his hair with his head still down, the burn from his cheeks had already disappeared but the heat of his ears was still burning. He wanted to get out of there already, he had to breathe fresh air and pour a bottle of cold water on his head. He wanted to scream at you and make you an ugly face for what you put him through but there was a chance that you were still looking at him, he sneaked a glance anyway.

You still were. He scrunched his nose and buried his head into his arms as he let a grunt out.

A free period until the next class saved Satoru, who quickly stood up from his desk. Geto, who was just closing his notebook, was pulled out of the classroom in a millisecond. Satoru’s usual chatter always tends to contain exaggerated words that don't really reflect his complex personality.

And even though he just met Geto, Satoru trusts him enough to talk about a lot of nonsense while Geto just looks kindly at him with his little pursed-lip smile, and if necessary Geto will tell him what he needs to in order to keep him in line. 

The black-haired boy chuckled at the other's hasty action, but Satoru was very focused on Shoko's conversation with you back in the classroom, “Oh my god, you are so funny, I literally love you.” Ieiri’s voice was heard with her giggles at the end, he could imagine you two, you would be standing with an eyebrow raised completely unfazed by the recent situation while the brown-haired girl would poke one of your cheeks. 

Satoru couldn't hear any more of the said as he was now being guided by Geto, who was directing them towards the vending machines at the end of the hallway. 

"I still can't figure out what you were doing in class." Geto choked, Satoru rolled his eyes, he also didn't fully understand how he got to that extreme. 

“Yo, neither do I.” He admitted, “Look, I’m trying to figure her out because for me she is a total lunatic, like- what do you mean you don’t want to talk to the Satoru Gojo?” The white hair baffled to the side when the boy sent his head back, his companion just mumbled a ‘mhmp’ sound make the other keep going, “And, fine, let’s hypothetically say I don’t physically like her, I tried to talk to her and she totally ignored me, that is just straight evil behavior.” 

Satoru leaned against a wall when they reached the vending machine, Geto looked at him for a couple of seconds trying to identify if he was joking or serious this time.

“She might be difficult to deal with, but I don't think that counts as evilness, Gojo." The raven-haired boy said, placing a finger on the glass of the machine in front of him as he analyzed all the drink flavors that were available.

“No, I’m telling you, I saw it on the deeps of her eyes.” Gojo shook his head, lowering his glasses to point at his eyes with his index fingers. “Maybe she was sent to terrorize me, maybe it is the price of my incredible power."

“Or the karma of your actions?” Geto corrected. 

His friend laughed as if it were a joke, until he recounted his actions and if it was a possibility, his smile faded. “Nah, I’m too beyond that.” The arrogance in his tone made Geto shiver.

The sound of the machine buzzed in their ears, clicking sounds echoed as Suguru typed in the code for the drink that he decided to choose. The yen coins fell through the cash mouth of the machine.

“When we all first met I could read you and Ieiri right away, I don't know if it was because she passed over us or-” Satoru’s explanation was interrupted by a question from Geto ‘Cherry coke or lime soda?’, Gojo thought on in and continued his phrase, “Cherry, -or if her energy is already dictated to be unknown.” Seconds later a lime soda and a cherry coke fell into the push collection tray.

“I think it's just her energy, when I had my first interaction with her I didn't notice her presence until she spoke to me,” Geto continued the thread of the conversation, passing the cherry-flavored drink to his classmate, “Geez, I don’t wanna even imagine how long it took me to notice her.” He admitted with an embarrassed smile and a soft look on his eyes, which were still navigating in the machine’s products.

Satoru twitched at the care with which Geto spoke the words.

“Or maybe she is just a brat.” Gojo cut the crap.

Suguru choked with the drink he had just zipped, he looked around to verify you weren't near close, if you were there he could visualize the tick on your eyebrow before jumping on Satoru's head to drag him all over the school.

“What? She kind of is.”

The black-haired one grabbed the seasoned chips and strawberry pocky that he had just received from the expending machine and walked out of the building with Gojo, somewhere where you couldn’t hide in the shadows and suddenly appear. 

“You can’t just say that, not like that in a place where people could hear you.” Suguru explained, passing a hand by his hair in relief.

“Huh? Why would I care?” Satoru retorted, hands in his pockets. “Yes, that was the answer I was searching for, Geto. She’s a brat, that’s why she struts all around the place.” He continued talking, mocking your walk, sticking out his bump exaggeratedly and his hands up in the air like the princess in the cartoon run. “Yes, I’m a smarty, you are dumb” He started his imitation of you, pointing at Suguru as if you were a dictator in his head, he couldn’t help a smile slip with his friend’s poor imitation. “Yes, I’m a scary Zen’in, so do what I want!” Geto tried to put a hand on the other’s face when he talked a little too loud. Satoru pushed him aside.

The white-haired man finally found some fun as he put his hands on his hips as the bossy image of you popped out in his head. 

“Oh, you trying to silence me, little sir?” He teased Geto with a British accent, who couldn’t help but chuckle at his classmate's foolishness “How dare you? I’m so much better than you, that’s right, so off with your head!" Satoru grinned as he flicked Geto’s forehead, they both laughed, Geto jerking away when Gojo tried to grab him as he falled to the grass beneath them.

The black-haired boy imitated him, “You are the dumbest.” Suguru swore as he propped his chin on his hand.

“No, you are the dumbest, silly.” Satoru poked Suguru’s cheek, who just shaked his head at the prolonged joke. “I’m y/n, I walk around looking down on everyone just because I look pretty.” Gojo laughed leaning in his back, not realizing that the joke had made him overspill.

Geto no longer laughed, one eyebrow raised, "She does walk around looking pretty but I don't think she underestimates everyone.”

Gojo raised his head, resting his elbows on the ground to get a better view of the other, "Did you just call her pretty?"

They both looked into each other's eyes, Geto's head felt like it was spinning, “I didn’t, you said it. I was quoting you.” He leered.

“Nuh-uh, why would I say that?” Satoru retorted, sitting straight to face the defensive stand Suguru was putting. 

“Well, I don’t know, man. You were the one who said it,” Suguru responded, shrugging his shoulders, “You don’t think she is pretty? It's fine, you can take it back.”

The heat Satoru felt way earlier in the day just returned to do a part two of redness stepping in his face and ears, the pounding in his hands only made it worse. He felt like he was being interrogated, but he bet that an interrogation by the most fearsome policemen wouldn’t compare to the nervousness he provoked himself.

“She is- wait, no. I mean, I could say she is pretty, yes but,” His verbal diarrhea only increased with Geto's pressing expression and narrowed eyes, not letting him think clearly. “But I could also say you are prettier-”

“Gojo, just shut up, please.” Suguru begged, passing a hand over his face, then reaching for the bag of chips and chunking a handful of it.

Satoru would definitely adore to shut his mouth but it was something he still wasn’t able to control in situations like this, “Like, it is a normal thing to say, okay?” Suguru knew there was just one way to end this hell and it was by listening to all of it. “Just as I could say it about you, I could also say it about Shoko, yeah, or about Professor Yaga... well, I wouldn't like to say that.” 

Geto nodded, closing his eyes as he introduced another fist of chips in his mouth trying to concentrate on something else.

“But, it's not weird nor saying she isn’t. You are his friend," Geto was unsure of that, "-it would be weirder if you said it.” The snow-haired man was cooling his head with the dissipated attention from him. Geto waited a few seconds in case any other word stepped out of the other’s mouth, thankfully it didn’t.

They both sighed.

Satoru tried to grab one chip but Geto jerked the bag of his hand, shrinking it away. “You don’t get to eat this.”

Satoru laid on his back, crossing his arms behind his head, the sun brushing the light on his skin, embracing him with warmth.

“Just forget everything I said.”

Geto laid on his side, “I also would like that.”

The rest of their free time was spent lying on the grass, every now and then a breeze of wind filled the silence between them. It was awkward while the conversation lasted but they knew that in a few days they would be laughing about it.

Instead, you would still remain unresolved in Satoru's mind, wandering in his thoughts, haunting him. Maybe he felt you were a reflection of him and that's why he wanted to know what you were, he wanted to find the difference between the two of you. While he had a lot to say about him, he could barely scratch the surface of you.

After all, he still couldn't read you.

Note: Guys I loved this chapter, I really hope I could portrait the characters teen personalities and also would love if you liked this.

Feel free to tell me if you would like me to write something specific, xoxo.

Part three

[jessamine-rose]

Hello! i think u wrote somewhere in ur blog that all the genshin yanderes fanfics r in the same universes right? :o If u dont mind me asking, what do u think would happens if the darlings meet? I hope its ok to ask this <3

Read my Yandere! Harbinger fics first!!

Read the second Darling Crossover here~

Aahhh thank you for asking this, Anonie!! I had originally entertained a darling crossover, but I never got to it lol. It’s much funnier to imagine the Harbingers comparing each other’s relationships xD

Here are some bullet points on the darlings’ dynamics!! I also wrote a short drabble featuring some special info ;>

✿ Damsel/ Capitano’s Darling ✿

♡ Damsel is the newest and most “mysterious” darling. She doesn’t really care about the other darlings and only treats them with basic politeness. After a few words of acknowledgement, she avoids further socialization by reading her books or sticking to Capitano’s side  -.-

♡ She isn’t fond of Kitty’s attempts at socializing, but at least the latter respects her comfort zone. After Kitty loses her Vision, Damsel can only pity her…..but then again, doesn’t she look more happy and at peace? It is better if they resign themselves to their fates.

♡ She is absolutely afraid of Dottore and his Assistant, so she often avoids them. She is unnerved by how the couple interacts with her, almost as though they are analyzing her. It is a shame given Assistant’s knowledge on plants and ancient literature.

⬩ Kitty/ Pantalone’s Darling ⬩

♡ Kitty is the friendliest darling among the three. As a Harbinger’s spouse, she finds it important to establish social connections with her fellow darlings. It could potentially benefit Pantalone’s relationship with his coworkers, after all  >:’0

♡ She has a hard time interacting with Damsel because of their stark differences. Extrovert vs. introvert, sheltered vs. independent, wealthy vs. commoner, craves attention vs. keeps to herself……at least Damsel seems nice and unproblematic.

♡ She has a better relationship with Assistant. On the rare chance that they meet each other, it is the latter who initiates a friendly conversation. She is envious of the fact that Assistant can directly work with Dottore and see him everyday.

ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ Assistant/ Dottore’s Darling ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ

♡ Assistant is the oldest darling among the three. Given her Fatui position and individual accomplishments, she finds it interesting to think about the other darlings’ passive roles. Upon hearing about their marriages, she considered asking Dottore for a change in their relationship status  <3

♡ She, like everyone else, is curious about Damsel’s melancholy countenance and obscure background. She promptly began to dislike her upon realizing the former’s nervousness around Dottore. She is just another simpleton who doesn’t recognize Zandik’s greatness.

♡ Her slight fascination with Kitty stems from Dottore’s assistance in Pantalone’s relationship. She was the one who helped the Doctor create the catnip-scented perfume and flammable uniform, after all~ The change in Kitty’s personality since her Vision loss is proof of a successful experiment.

⚘◈♡

“Hey, how long until the Harbingers’ meeting ends?”

The Fatui guard remains silent. Assistant adjusts her mask, turning to their coworkers.

“Why are there so many of you, anyway? Do we require that much protection? I don’t know about the other two, but I can take care of myself.”

She glances at the other two guests.  Kitty is watching her from the sofa, waiting for her to come back and resume their earlier conversation. Damsel is seated by the window, absorbed in yet another fantastical book.

Her voice lowers to a whisper. “Or are you here for surveillance? Ensuring that we won’t plan a joint escape, perhaps?”

What a ridiculous thought. Why would any of them want to leave their lovers?

No response. She sighs and walks over to the far corner of the drawing room.

“Can any of you play chess?” she asks. She takes out a chessboard and sets it on the coffee table. “If only ______ were here. She is quite the formidable opponent.”

And an interesting specimen if she were allowed to say that.

Kitty tilts her head, cat ears twitching. “______? Who is that?”

“Oh, you don’t know her?” Assistant sits on the sofa and begins arranging the chess pieces. “I suppose that makes sense. She is rarely allowed to make a public appearance, after all.”

“Are you referring to the Jester’s lover?”

When did Damsel listen in on their conversation? She looks up from her book.

“Do you know her?” asks Kitty.

She shakes her head. “Capitano only mentioned her to me once.”

The Fatui guards remain silent, but their subtle movements expose their own curiosity.

Assistant smiles at them. “Well, she is a lovely conversationalist if I do say so myself. I wonder if she gets bored staying at home all the time.”

What time is it? The Harbingers should be returning for their darlings soon. Then they can all go their separate ways and continue their blissful lives.

She holds up a white pawn, observing it under the artificial light of the room.

“Who knows? If you are lucky, you may meet her someday.”

♡

Aaahh my babies!! To think that I’d reach the point where I have three darlings with their own distinct nicknames, personalities, and twisted stories. Sadly, because of how broken and different they are, plus the rarity of their meetings, this is the closest we have to a crossover between them ʅ（◞‿◟）ʃ

And yes, I just dropped a teaser for my next yandere Harbinger fic!! I hope you’ll enjoy my next darling when I’m able to write her story~

Also, I’ll use this post to inform y’all that my AUTHOR’S NOTE for Chemistry was recently posted!! Do read it if you’d like to know the details of my Yandere! Dottore’s fic~ For some reason, the post won’t show up in the tags -.-

[ronancecats]

Sometimes I'm sad but then remember Natalia Dyer is literally so unproblematic that no one has ever whispered a bad word about her and I get happy again.

Because life could always be worse if there were Nancy AND Natalia haters.

[borathae]

I don't like.this angst no more

I miss the unproblematic aaol couple

Can we get an update on them

I miss them and them just being always in love and his little mommy in every sentence 😔

I FEEL THAT OMFG HAHAHA also pleaseeeeeeeee his little mommy in every sentence 😭😭😭 I forgot how fucking adorable he is 😭😭😭 I miss him 😭😭

You're getting a liddol something about him crushing hard af on her when she works out afjadjf 🥺 maybe one day I'll make a oneshot outta it 😔

You watch him through the mirror. His eyes are glued to your arms and back, his lower lip is between his teeth. He is so adorable like this. 

Wanting to rile him up even more, you finish by keeping yourself pulled up, tensing your muscles as best as possible. 

Jungkook almost makes you laugh because of his reaction. His knees visibly wobble, forcing him to catch himself by grasping the doorframe.

You lower yourself slowly, grunting as you do. 

“What, uhm, what should we cook?” Jungkook asks, feeling so weak in your presence. You are so strong. It’s so hot.

You turn, making him look away shyly. 

“I don’t know. I’m craving chicken”, you say nonchalantly as you stretch out your muscles. 

“That sounds good yeah uhm, I’m down for chicken.”

“Nice. Chicken it is. Hey Bunny?”

“Yes mom- I, I mean, my love?”

You look over your shoulder, “come help me with a stretch, sweetpea.”

Jungkook almost falls over his own feet from how quickly he hurries to you. 

“What should I do?” he blurts out with big eyes.

You place yourself right in front of him, “reach to the front and pull my elbow closer to you.”

Jungkook obeys. You can feel his heartbeat race against your back and his quickened breath swirl over your skin. He pulls, sending a comfortable burn through your tight muscles.

“Mhm there we go, that feels nice”, you groan, snickering internally because of Jungkook’s breath shuddering in reaction. 

You finish off the stretch, changing sides to equal it. Jungkook holds your elbow with grabby fingers, heart skipping a beat when he can feel your low purr vibrate in your back. You are so hot against him, covering his shirt in the sweat of your hard work. Jungkook swears his nipples become hard because of it. He is so embarrassed about that, but still presses himself closer.

"There we go", you sigh, relaxing against him, "you did such a good job, Bunny." 

Jungkook’s tongue burns in the desire to call you your title. He wants to be your tiny, fragile Bunny so freaking bad. 

“Now I gotta take a shower, I’m sweaty”, you say nonchalantly, turning on your heels. 

Jungkook avoids eye contact with burning cheeks. A thing he regrets doing as seconds later, he feels you grip him by his cheeks and force his head to turn. He locks eyes with you.

“Don’t hide your pretty eyes from me. Are we understood?” you order sternly with your eyes burning in faux anger.

“Y-yes”, he stutters. You could crush him. Jungkook is ready. Maybe he even wants it.

Your eyes soften, as does your touch. 

“Such a good boy, that’s how I like you”, you rasp, thumb slipping from his cheek to instead trace his upper lip. 

Jungkook feels so weak, knees buckling and body chasing you in a stumble. 

One you ignore by breaking away from him.

“Get some green beans ready. I wanna have them with the chicken”, you tell him, strutting out of the gym with all the confidence in the world.

Jungkook is left feeling like the hugest mess on earth. He touches his upper lip, letting out a soft breathy moan of frustrated arousal.  “She’s mean”, he whispers, repeating the sound with his shoulders sagging in weakness.

[femboycatofmystery]

I Love Raine Whispers

Let me start this post about Raine Whispers by affirming my love of Double Trouble.

Are they a paragon of unproblematic representation? Hell no. Do I adore them? You bet your ass I do, for two reasons: first, despite being a shapeshifting trickster and arguably a villain who inarguably relies on deceit, when they appeared, they were a breath of literally any air in a media landscape which, regardless of whether we're even talking about kids' shows, was basically empty of non-binary representation. This can hardly be overstated: non-binary representation has been so scarce that Double Trouble pretty much literally revealed my non-binary-ness to me, single-handedly. Second, sort of related, for all their sus vibes, Double Trouble absolutely works as a power fantasy for schlubby, inglamorous enbies like yours truly, all while being important to the plot, delivering a necessary if painful vibe check around which the entire next season pivots, and looking absolutely devastating in a jumpsuit. Don't get it twisted: I fucking love Double Trouble and I WILL fight you.

But this is a post about Raine, aka best Owl Houseian.

Raine Whispers is, for one thing, everything Double Trouble wasn't. Unambiguously with the good guys. Unique, interesting powers attained through study and cleverness. Cool Teacher Vibe. Sexy, but absolutely in an aspirational way rather than, uh, y'know, what DT's doing. They are undeniably a core cast member, including, nay, especially in the last, shortened season.

If DT was a breath of literally any air, Raine Whispers is what it felt like when the Fright Zone suddenly turned into a goddamn alpine meadow. They're transcendental. Double Trouble was enjoyable and fun to have around, but Raine… Raine made me feel invested in a way I can hardly express. It's because of them that I am starting to more seriously contemplate really starting to stamp those they/them pronouns on my stationary if you get my drift.

From the minute they're introduced, Raine becomes a chord in the tapestry of the Owl House that we didn't know we'd been missing, and I gotta say, in terms of late-introduced characters, the Owl Crew did an incredible job of making them feel like they'd been there all along, it's just the camera wasn't pointing at them. Lovely. They're introduced along with Bardic Magic, which is itself given a chance to really shine as this weird, bigger-than-it-looks branch of magic that pools up and spills over into the world from everywhere, it's a branch of magic that proves what an ill-fitting straightjacket the Coven system is by just sort of being something that feels like it transcends the divisions artificially erected between things and-- you get it, Bard Magic might not be an intentional metaphor, but it sure does resonate.

Raine is also a double agent, but unlike Double Trouble, the metaphor is way more subtle, and much better for it. Raine is a double agent because the powers that be just assume they're part of the system, and then because they assume they've tamed them. Raine persists, hiding in plain sight because nobody wants to see them. And they don't like it, but they know they can use it.

Raine is also an excellent foil for Eda. They don't dislike Eda's rebelliousness, chaotic impulsiveness, or sass, in fact they love them, but every one of those things are things that Raine exhibits quietly. They rebel under a pseudonym. They plan, but plan craziness. They have the capacity for sass, but deliver it with subtlety and wit, in a way that Eda might be able to do if she wanted to, but probably never will. (This is part of why they fit so perfectly into the ensemble cast: they are a great pair for one of the most important characters in the show.)

I could also yell about how aggressively non-binary the cast gets in season 3, but even knowing what was to come, The Owl House knocked the first one out of the park. Raine Whispers is incredible, and I am changed for having them in my media universe. Just. Bravo, crew. Bravo.