#i have been less nervous on real dates lmao

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Summary: General Valentines headcanons for Veneer

Extra Info: Happy Valentines!! Hyperfixation on Veneer so why not lmao,, Takes place pre-canon! Since Veneer is such a difficult character to write for with reader inserts and whatnot, I tried to keep the reader's occupation and all up to interpretation. I'll work some stuff out if someone requests meeting and crushing headcanons!!

Believe me when I say that Veneer is an absolute sucker for Valentine's Day. As a kid, he adored making his own letterbox for the holiday in class, and even as he grew older, he loved giving Valentines gifts to his friends, and especially Velvet! Velvet never really participated in the holiday other than wearing pink, but he didn't mind.

As you probably know, he also loved being the center of attention. Being absolutely spoiled growing up, receiving at least five valentines every year, then upping the rate of valentines he received as a pop star by at least 1000%, Veneer wasn't taken out of the spotlight often. This caused him to become a bit of a brat when it came to receiving gifts.

However, Valentine's Day quickly became a bit of a bore without a real "valentine". The letters he received began to repeat themselves, repeating the same phrases over and over.. couldn't his fans be a bit more creative than just "be mine"? Veneer would rather just buy gifts for himself at this point.. which wouldn't be too bad of an idea. Ooh, maybe he could get those new pair of shoes he's been seeing everywhere!

His perspective on the holiday quickly changed, though, as soon as he found himself a valentine. Well--a future one, he supposed. Who could turn the Veneer down, anyway?

And so, we introduce you to the scenario. You were the one to change his point of view, you were the one he wanted to spend Valentine's with. Of course, he denied his feelings at first. Why would he even think about romance? He had a job to do! Which was to be famous! And sing! And.. other things-! Veneer didn't have the time to date--especially if he had to present himself as taken to the public.. Ugh, that was way too much work. Not like he was nervous about being rejected or anything, he wasn't allowed to be..

As of the week before Valentine's Day, the two of you were "just friends". That's what you thought you two would ever be. He's.. Well, you're sure he's got better options than you. He was famous, for god's sake! And you were.. you were sure he didn't like you back. And how wrong you were.

Veneer definitely got a lot more fidgety as the holiday was approaching. It started out with the simple tapping of fingers, to bouncing his legs, then to wrapping his arms around eachother (via stretchy limbs). This nervous behavior wasn't going to just pass over Velvet.

Velvet was used to Veneer being nervous sometimes--especially before a big show. It got annoying for her to deal with all the time, but this jittery side of him was extremely new, and suspicious. He wasn't his usual sassy self, and the thought made Velvet even more irritated than usual.

When Veneer was confronted by this behavior by his sister, he immediately shrugged it off. Stage performances definitely helped with his acting for this scenario. Outright denying his sister of his strange behavior--despite the video evidence of him fidgeting during interviews--he quickly changed the subject, drowning out Velvet's interjecting voice. Okay, now she was pissed.

Not for long, though. Considering their upcoming performance in five minutes, Velvet took a deep breath and acted rationally for once. Even throughout the performance, Velvet could still tell something was off about her brother. Whatever--she had better things to worry about than her lame brother. Velvet could care less, as long as Veneer didn't mess up their image or anything.

And with that, Veneer was in the clear. But still extremely nervous. It was now only the day before Valentine's, so he had to ask you today or never. Why was he even nervous? He was confident about himself in every way, the thousands of gifts sent to him throughout the week proved that he deserved to be adored, why wouldn't you think the same?

Well.. thinking of it more now, you treated him more than just a celebrity. You saw him as a person--someone with feelings, someone that deserved to be treated with kindness. You always brought that point up to him when Velvet would treat him poorly. The fact that he deserved more. He never really got your point--after all, Velvet was his sister! That's what siblings do, they fight, they tease, and they have to do everything together. If he wasn't what Velvet wanted him to be, who was he? Veneer didn't get your point until now.

So--that was the main reason he was nervous. You saw him as his true self, accepted him as his true self, and.. you were aware of his flaws. That's what he was afraid of.

Either way, he persevered. Veneer isn't one to back down from something, especially when he's already committed with money and all. That's right--he went classic! A rose of your favorite color, a box of your favorite chocolates, and the nicest accessory he could find in the most expensive-brand store in the city. Unfortunately, shopping for Valentine's items in public as a famous celebrity drags a lot of attention to him. He normally loved the attention, but going shopping without his sister wasn't a great look on the news. Especially when it would eventually track back to Velvet herself, who didn't give Veneer permission to leave. But that was the least of his concerns at the moment.

News spread fast in the city, so it didn't take long for it to reach you aswell. Hearing that Veneer was out shopping for a Valentine's gift for his valentine made your heart drop slightly. You shouldn't have been disappointed, it wasn't like you were expecting anything. Nevertheless, the thought.. upset you. Clicking your phone off of the news website, you put it away, sighing outside of his door.

It took a bit of searching, but Veneer eventually found you outside of the door to his room. Why would you be here, of all places? You also seemed to be pretty deep in thought, not noticing him at first. He tapped your shoulder, and you immediately jumped, snapping out of your daze.

Honestly, Veneer was the last person you expected to see at the time. You figured he would be off to meet his valentine, busy with someone else to confess and--.. and suddenly the pieces started to come into place in your mind. His hands twisted behind his back, the rosy color that covered his cheeks, and the way he avoided eye contact. With that realization, your face flushed the same color as his did.

Saying that Veneer was anxious would be an understatement. When he gets nervous, he tends to overuse words like a middle school girl, confessing with multiple "like"s and "literally"s. It's funny, don't worry.

And if you accept? Well, he knew that you would. Totally. That doesn't stop him from overreacting, though. At the simplistic words of "Of course", he immediately loops his arms around you multiple times. Again, via stretchy limbs. Overjoyed, you embraced him in return. Veneer couldn't be happier at the fact that he was your Valentine.

He'll deal with Velvet's fury later.

[shippingmyworld]

Pigging backing on the Danny x Sam ask, but I wanna you're thoughts about Manny and Frida too and how their romantic relationship didn't work out

The Manny x Frida ship sinks a lot less dramatically than the Danny x Sam ship in my headcanon lmao

I chalk up their relationship 'failing' to Manny being autistic and Frida being adhd-coded. Also because they were 13-14 when they kissed and I believe that when you're that young you don't quite know what you want out of life or relationships yet, especially if it's your first one.

In full honestly, I don't believe that Manny held a single ounce of attraction to Frida in a romantic way. Frida was the one that initiated the kiss during the series finale, and Manny barely even reacted to that. I think his autistic mind just went 'Oh, I guess I'm dating Frida now.' and when people/his family asked him if Frida was his girlfriend, he confirmed it. In his mind, you only kissed someone if you were dating or married.

While I do think that Frida did develop a crush on Manny, I don't believe that she was serious about the kiss as a way for them to start dating. She's excitable, and gets swept up in the moment very easily, and is the jester type of character. She's the hypeman of every situation she's remotely near, even if not directly involved (my main example is the Cactus Kid episode, where she slides into the scene and makes the 'Oh, must be awkward to be you.' comment to Cactus Kid when Grandpapi reveals he's only using CK to make Manny jealous and doesn't think CK is cut out to be a real villain). I think that she kissed Manny because her thought process was something along the lines of: "Hey, this superhero just rounded up literally every villain in the area and is being celebrated by everyone. Someone should kiss him, that's what will make this moment super hype."

So yeah, they tell people that they're boyfriend a girlfriend when asked, but nothing about their relationship actually changed. They don't hold hands, they don't go on romantic dates, and they haven't kissed since that final fight. They still hang out all the time during their first year of high school, but slowly start drifting to different groups as they don't have many classes together.

The year passes normally and it's summer break. Rodolfo approaches Manny (who's just hanging out at home) all nervous like, asking a bunch of questions like he's beating around the bush. Manny thinks it's weird and asks his Dad what's up, and Rodolfo asks if everything is good with Manny and Frida since she hasn't been around recently. Manny says everything is fine, and Rodolfo keeps pushing the issue (he's projecting failed marriage with Maria onto his son). He eventually asks when the last time Manny kissed Frida was, and Manny realizes they haven't kissed since the first kiss right before high school.

So, being the direct person he is, Manny just calls Frida (in front of his father of all things) and tells her point blank.

Manny: "Hey, we haven't kissed since a year ago." Frida: "Huh, you're right." Manny: "So I guess we're not dating anymore?" Frida: "Yeah, I guess so. We're still friends though, right?" Manny: "Of course!"

And the call ends there with Manny going on with his day as usual while his Father stands there horror-struck and still processing the most chill breakup in history.

Meanwhile there's a whole soap opera level of drama going on in the background, as all the supervillains in school want to date Frida and have been waiting for her to break up with Manny, and Zoe has been trying to get Manny to fall in love with her. But that's a whole nother fic prompt lol.

Also it's cool, my posts are literally filled with typos lmao

[eddiegettingshot]

the even crazier thing about ppl claiming tommy is buck's first respectful love interest like these other anons have seen is that tommy hasn't really been that respectful tbh...

like maybe it's bc i'm a little more sensitive to condescension than other people but tommy hasn't been remarkably respectful. i mean he wasn't upfront abt his feelings at the end of their date or why he ended it early he didn't communicate very well. and there's the whole "you're adorable" thing 🙄 like am i the only one who felt like tommy has been kinda patronizing to buck?? bc he's new to this or bc he's young or bi or something?? tommy doesn't owe him endless patience or anything but like. talking it over would be cool i think lmao am i just overreacting here??

NO YOU’RE NOT OVERRREACTING (or if you are then i am too) BC I 100% AGREE. this is literally the reason why i’m not feeling any chemistry whatsoever, and obviously there’s room for things to change but if we’re talking about the setup? and how things stand right now? like yes, buck is obviously infatuated and very into him, that’s to be expected.

but imo tommy has been UNBELIEVABLY paternalistic. even their first kiss scene - it starts out with him SCOLDING BUCK about eddie being allowed to have friends! that’s why he came over, was to soothe buck’s insecurity, not because he was trying to start something with him (HE THOUGHT IT WAS ABOUT EDDIE)! he unilaterally decided that buck wasn’t ready to be with him, not because he was at all affected by buck’s actions, but because he didn’t want to pressure him. but did buck feel pressured or was he just really nervous? tommy didn’t bother asking! and buck just laid down and took it in part because tommy didn’t make it clear why he was actually cutting things short. there was no real reason to write him this way - he would have been right to be uncomfortable or hurt, just like buck wasn’t wrong for panicking! and if things were balanced between them they could have recognized that, except tommy’s here to teach buck about his identity so there was no room for him to have feelings about what happened. i keep saying this but i WISH tommy had been honest about his own discomfort with buck. it would have made things feel less weird.

plus, if 7x04 is from buck’s perspective - then buck is AWARE OF THIS, or at least from his point of view tommy is treating him like he’s young and immature even if he hasn’t put that together, because we can see RIGHT IN FRONT OF US how tommy acts with someone he actually sees as being on his level (eddie)! if this is part of why buck’s into him, fine, but that… isn’t really a good thing? or (i keep saying this) it doesn’t bode well for them actually being serious partners.

[heliosrisingheroesimagines]

Would you be willing to do the Venus Signs for the Yellow West too? I loved reading the previous headcanons so much! - from a fellow astrology geek 💖💫

(Me not doing this for the groups with my top 2 fave characters..... for shame

For Junior's I imagined him a little older and little more mature, when he'd be more invested in romance than as a baby like he is in canon rn lmao)

WEST SECTOR VENUS SIGNS

Dino Albani:

Pisces Venus. Dino has always been a highly intuitive person, not to mention emotionally intelligent, so it’s only natural that the connection you felt with him was almost instantaneous. He’s a partner who wants to have fun, finding creative ways to bond and experience life together. You’ll never experience a love more unconditional than the one Dino displayed for you, though his Aries sun makes him rather direct so don’t think he’ll allow you to run from any problems you might have.

Faith Beams:

Aries Venus. Faith is someone who needs that excitement, that thrill, a real challenge since people throw themselves at him with reckless abandon. He wants a person who can keep him on his toes but isn’t annoying about it, still displaying an interest but making it known they won’t let him give them anything less than the world. He naturally takes the lead but it always sparked his interest when you decided to take the reins, trusting you not to lead you both to your demise.

Keith Max:

Scorpio Venus. On the surface, Keith doesn’t seem to fulfill the ‘Scorpio Venus’ stereotype of ‘obsessive’ or pro-active but he’s a person who loves deeply. He wants to know you intimately and that includes knowing the negative parts of you, the ones you’d be embarrassed or horrified for others to see. His vices are on display for all to see, which he hated, but it didn’t quite feel right if he didn’t know what your weaknesses were too. Ultimately, he wanted to know and love the real you, which meant having to dig a little deeper as frustrating as those conversations may be.

Leonard Wright Jr:

Taurus Venus. Ever the hard worker, Junior is motivated to work twice as hard to provide you a life that you deserve. Loyalty was a serious thing to him, and there’s no one else that would catch his eye after he determined you were the one for him. He doesn’t get people who cheat or those who have a partner yet still flirt with others, because he felt no inclination from the moment he set his heart on you. You find that he’s a true romantic, always trying his hardest to set up nice dates for you to be alone together (and he even wrote a song for you once, but he’s too embarrassed to bring that up later in your relationship).

EAST SECTOR VENUS SIGNS

Asch Albright:

Leo Venus. Asch is a man whose lived in luxury his entire life, so it’s only natural he wants to give his partner the same life he had. He will not let you accept anything less than extravagant and he will complain if you try to make him tone it down, wondering if you just don't know what it's like to be loved by someone like him. He liked when you looked good together and would be even happier if you were considered a power couple, thinking the name fit you both perfectly.

Billy Wise:

Gemini Venus. You’re in for a ride with Billy, if you couldn’t tell from what you know of his personality already, but you’ll never have a dull time. He can run hot and cold but not because his feelings for you fluctuate, but because committing wholeheartedly to a person makes him nervous. Giving your heart away is a big deal, and making friends was far different than falling in love, though the pain of losing that might be equal in his mind. You’ll have to earn his friendship first and even then it might take time, but Billy’s constant flirting and allowing you to get closer to him than he’s ever let someone get before.  

Gray Reverse:

Cancer Venus. Gray needs some security and affirmations, even with his confident (very slowly) building up; he needs to know he’s not a burden on you, that his faults aren’t deal-breakers, and that you’ll love him despite the great amount of patience it requires to be with him. He’s naturally thoughtful and intuitive, knowing what you need before you even know, and there’s a part of you that wanted to tease him on what an expert boyfriend he was. He truly loves you unconditionally, to the point it’s almost worship, which can throw others off but you know better than to take advantage of your loving boyfriend.

Jay Kidman:

Sagittarius Venus. It goes without saying that Jay was a difficult man to pin down, something that might be odd for a man who had a wife at one point, but he admitted to being swept up in the adventure of it all when he was young. He tries to take romance a little more seriously now which is why he doesn’t ‘commit’ to long-term arrangements often, a man who fully enjoyed his singleness as he focused on being a hero. He’s someone who needs the space to be who he is but once you show you not only support him but seek out a life and adventure of your own, he’s more than happy to change what could’ve been a temporary connection into something more permanent.

[leggerefiore]

Can.. Can I request ceo ingo and emmet hcs?? 🥹

sure lmao

i'm sorry if it's kinda sucky

cw: CEO au

▲CEO Train Twins▽

● The twins work at one of the biggest companies in Unova, known especially for their train manufacturing. They admittedly had their hands in countless areas, but the two obviously focused and cared for the manufacturing more than the others. Their positions had been something they received from their father after he moved into investing and retired.

○ They take to donating a good chunk of many to the Battle Subway, one of their favourite places in all of Unova. Their company makes many of the trains used by them, so it never seemed odd to also fund them in general. In fact, it's not odd to catch them riding the trains whenever they can. Their unwavering love of trains is apparent.

▲CEO Ingo▼

● Originally, he was the only one of the two twins to receive the job position, but Ingo simply refused to take it if Emmet was denied. It made him nervous to work away from his brother, and even if he was the older of the two, it made little difference in actual life experience. This ended up as a good call on his part, as Emmet ended up being an extremely helpful force with the workload and preventing him from overworking himself.

● He takes his job seriously and carries himself well, utterly afraid of tarnishing the company his father adored. Perfect business suits are common attire. Everything is worn as it should be. Even if it's hot, he's still seen wearing his suit jacket. Many people have remarked on how attractive he is and how dedicated he is to everything. This leads to numerous invitations for dates, which he never finds himself wanting to go on.

● Really, he has no interest in dating. While he would adore settling down and starting his own family, it just seemed impossible with his current level of work. Most of his socialising away from a few friends and his family was related to work. Parties, meals, meetings; everything was for work. It was impossible for him to just hold a normal conversation with most people. They saw him as a way to cement themselves in their wealth, or to use him as a way to climb even higher. He felt utterly lonely despite being almost in constant conversations.

● Well, that was until you came into his life. Hired originally as just an assistant, you quickly held his attention thanks to how you always treated him so kindly. It felt completely different from the faux politeness and air of tension from his peers in business. You spoke to him as a person, not even as an authority figured. Well, barring a few “sir 's” and “bosses” thrown around. But even then, you lightly teased him about things and made him feel less like he was drowning is business professionalism.

● You chatted with him about his genuine thoughts and feelings, making sure his schedule around the office was something manageable. It helped more than he realised. Many things you noticed about him helped him more than he would have realised. Forcing him to take his lunch breaks and actually eat, making sure he drank water as much as he drank his coffee, and trying to limit his long nights spent at the office. He felt at ease with you around.

● When you made the first romantic move towards him, he felt caught off-guard. You had started to pack him lunch, and when you had handed it off to him, you softly held his hand for a moment. Eyes avoided his, and you turned away quickly and left. His heart raced at the thought. Slowly, you became more and more daring. Hand brushes turned to cupping his face and eventually into hugs. Everything felt too real to him.

● A relationship did not follow long after a few dates, allowing him to feel more at ease around you. It was obvious to both coworkers and his brother that he felt more comfortable with you around than before you had arrived. Emmet's time nagging him to take time for himself and not work himself into an early grave slowed and ebbed out. Your concerns finally made him actually slow down.

● As a lover, he tries to dote on you with gifts and lavish dates, but he finds himself favouring evenings spent in with you more than them. He takes to cooking for you and chatting with you late in the nights spent at his apartment. Affection is common outside of work, too. He is deeply afraid his employees will see his tender kisses and long hand holds as something forced upon you, no matter how many times you initiate them yourself.

▽CEO Emmet△

○ He admits that working as a CEO wasn't truly his dream job, but Emmet would never leave his twin's side, especially when Ingo asked him specifically to work with him. While it might not be the conductor job he dreamed of, he deeply enjoys that he still gets to work with trains in a way and support his favourite Unovan battle facility, too. Not to mention, he has to make sure his older brother doesn't work himself to death.

○ Emmet dutifully does his job, helping lessen Ingo's workload and manage people around the company. He also decided to take up any disciplinary related meetings, as he knew that Ingo did not particularly enjoy them. His clothing imitates his brother, but he chooses to go with grey suits over his brother's favouritism towards black. People remark he has a certain level of attractiveness that his brother has and seems easier to approach, yet he always seems to scare them off with his manner of speaking.

○ The younger rarely goes on dates, but he does often find himself seeking out casual sex, as he finds that people are rarely interested in who he is as a person rather than his money and title. Emmet would love to have a romantic partner in his life, but it seemed most people either wanted him for the wrong reasons or just saw him as too innocent to be worth their time. He simply found it easier to calm is base desires and spend his time focused on helping his brother and hanging out with friends.

○ All that faded when you finally entered his life. An assistant hired on a whim to help better manage he and Ingo's meetings and paperwork, you caught his attention by playing with one of his Joltiks that had escaped his office. You treated him kindly and eagerly returned his conversation about his interests. It felt different from business talks and more like the ones he had with Elesa, instead. You even dared to joke and tease him, relaxing the tension heavily.

○ It was not long until you grew to notice little things about him. Chiding him about only eating desserts, making sure he actually finished his paperwork, and helping him with meetings that he obviously didn't want to hold. It made him feel closer to you, knowing that you clearly fretted over him. (It made his heart race, actually.)

○ Emmet accidentally made the first move. After a long night and bad morning, he came into work feeling awful. You, however, greeted him with a smile and surprised him with a piece of cake from a bakery that you had mentioned to him before. Naturally, his immediate response was to squeeze you into a hug, just as he did his brother and Elesa. You returned the affection without hesitation. It wasn't long until Emmet became more physically affectionate towards you. Hugs and hand kisses and holding became a common occurrence, much to your obvious pleasure.

○ A single date led to many more and a relationship. Emmet eagerly asked you out, and his joy radiated for days after. Ingo and your coworkers could only watch as he clung to you and hung around you throughout the day. It was fairly obvious how your relationship had changed. Despite Ingo scolding him so obviously showing his affection in front of their employees, Emmet openly showered you in affection.

○ He buys you many, many gifts, preferring to see you smiling. Though, a few were obviously things we wanted to catch you wearing both in and out of the office. Fancy and fun dates are common with the CEO, determined to enjoy his time with you to the fullest. Affection was doted on you everywhere and anywhere. Even moving into more intimate actions in places like the office, much to his brother's disdain.

[freedomfireflies]

hi , ‘s me 📚

Normally I don’t indulge in saying something like this, but you’re so silly for thinking people wouldn’t love part two of the infinite-verse (is that a thing?)... anyway, almost got distracted and forgot my point but… Um… I told you so. Respectfully. Affectionately. I told you so.

I am reeeeeeeeling for his possessiveness. Like obviously there’s always a flattering aspect with possessiveness but the way you write it, for him, is sooooo hot. Like there’s something special about it. Idk. I can’t tell if it’s because I wouldn’t expect it from him, because of the open relationship aspect, or because he’s…. I have no idea. But the way you write it for him specifically is soooo yummy. So hot. Loved that. 

What’s crazy is that after the first part, I was kind of nervous to see how a full story of them would play out. Because something like this you’d inevitably expect to be messy and painful and someone always ends up hurt and the idea of that stresses me out. Because Rebecca doesn’t deserve that. And ruined friendships? All of that scares me. It becomes too real. Emotional pain and disharmony can be overwhelming (especially when the writer is so good and it gets you emotionally attached to characters). You know what I mean? But after reading Insatiable You and the anons and their ideas and your responses, it seems a little less scary. Like I can see a light at the end of the tunnel. And I always think it’s funny when you see something come to life that seemed like it wasn’t possible. Like oh, I guess… I guess there is a way out that maybe wouldn’t be so awful… You know? If that made any sense. (it’s probably an unpopular opinion, because I know people love angst, but I feel like I have enough emotional turmoil in my personal life LMAO)

Yes please to all of these:

Harry's jealousy doesn't really come out with Rebecca anymore...but with Kitty? 😗 New fear: unlocked and I kind of want to see him lose it hAHHA 

I'm thinking maybe if they go rougher, she could slip into her subspace and we'd see how he reacts!! Which also would make it harder for him to leave 😗 and he'd maybe realize how much he actually cares for her 😗😗 THOUGHTS ARE BEING THUNK! 

AGREED!! Also bye HAHAH I literally love the idea of him actually being so confused?? Like this was just sex?? Why do I want to rip this guy's fucking teeth out?? CONFUSION??

Maybe even Rebecca having to be the one to say, "My dude.............why do you think?" SLFJSDF

Maybe a double date with Harry and Rebecca 😗 I feel like that would be wildly hilarious asfjsdf just them sitting at the same table, both getting jealous while their partners are completely obvious HAHAH

As for part two thoughts... Just gonna give you a zillion clips of pieces I loved.

d i a l o g u e  pops

He slaps your clit. Hard. “Beg me,” he repeats. “Fucking beg me, baby. Beg me to touch you. Beg me to stretch you. Beg me to fuck this cute little hole until you’re coming all down my hand.” -

“Have you been going around, trying to give away what’s mine?” 😵‍💫

He grins a bit wider and it makes your chest swell. “Is that right, Kitten?” 😵‍💫

“Don’t care,” you vaguely hear him murmur before he’s nipping at your clit again. “Again.” - what the shit. Whoa. yeah. Okay. whoa. 🫣

This is what you wanted, isn’t it? 😵‍💫

Then, the book is suddenly snatched from your hand and chucked across the room before he kisses you harder. He growls, “Enough. You don’t come for him anymore. You fucking come for me. Is that understood?” 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

“You are not to pick up that goddamn book as long as you’re mine, do you hear me? You will not touch yourself to another man’s words or soak these fucking sheets for anybody else but me.” 🫨

“Huh? I don’t fucking care who wrote it. It is no longer yours to read. Tell me you understand.” 🫨

“I know,” he says gently. He’s watching you again. Curious to your reaction and seemingly enthralled by your response. Happy. Content. “I know, baby. S’good, yeah?” 🥺😖

You feel him nuzzle his cheek against your head. “Shh,”  he coos, and rubs his other hand up and down your spine soothingly. “You’re okay. You’re gonna take it, aren’t you? Gonna give me another—” 😵‍💫

“You’re okay,” he repeats firmly. “You’re fine. I know you can take me, so take me. Just like you took your little fingers before I got here. You come for me the way you came for him. Okay?” 😵‍💫

You let out a relieved sigh that makes him smirk and you adore his smugness. More than you should. - Relatable. Deeply relatable.

You feel him smile against your throat. 😵‍💫

Then, he dips down, and nuzzles his nose against yours. “You’re too good to me,” he exhales. It sounds heavy. Scared. Sweet. “I don’t deserve you, Kitten. I hope you know that.” - Wanna know why baby boy doesn’t feel like he deserves her:( he’s so giving:(

All the smacking, the clit, the thigh, the spanking 🫨

Grits his teeth and fists your skin until he’s completely bottomed out. And then…he kisses you.

Long and slow and it almost feels grateful. Like he’s thanking you for letting him inside and you sigh against his mouth.

🫠

You like to think he’d laugh if it were any other time. Today, however, he merely yanks himself out of your pussy and flips you around. - so cheeky of her, love this character development.

He slows his thrusts. “Are you thinking again?” he asks gently. “Did I lose you to those ugly thoughts?”

You could almost cry from the way he notices. The way he cares. Still, you force a brave face. “No, sorry. Just feels really good.”

He’s unconvinced. “Kitten—”

😖🥺💔

You feel your eyes grow larger while your head nods all on its accord. And he grins when he sees how mesmerized you are

🥹

Kissing and licking your tits while his palm flattens against your spine to keep you on his tongue. 🫠

He smiles and takes your hand. “Right here,” he murmurs, as though anticipating your wonder. He presses your palm flat against your stomach before nudging himself up into you and— - precious omg tender omg 😭

You surge forward and kiss him. Taking your hand away only so you can drag it down his chest and claw at his heart as though desperate to reach inside and take hold. To keep it. Forever. 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

there’s something so incredibly wonderful about knowing he’s equally as possessed as you are. 🥹

He seems to realize he’s the first man to do something so intimate with you and he likes this idea.

Yet your tears and meek reaction only entertain him further. He grins wickedly as he rolls you faster, taking your nipple in his mouth before looking up. “What’s the matter, baby, hm? S’it hurt?” 🥵😵‍💫🫨🫠

But you can’t help the whine that slips out when you see those delicious pearlescent drops go to waste and you squirm when you realize how much you’re really losing.You’ve never been one to care about keeping it inside. In fact, you’ve never really cared about it at all. But now…it feels like you’re losing him. You’re losing this experience by letting it drip down and disappear, and you nearly start to cry.

He takes hold of your cheek and gently sweeps his thumb across the soaked, warm skin of your face. “Baby,” he breathes. “What’s wrong?”

You swallow thickly and attempt to relax. You don't imagine he'd understand. “Nothing, sorry.”

His head tilts but he’s still smiling. “Then why are you clenching me so hard? What’s wrong? Are you in pain, does it hurt?”

“No. No,” you assure him quickly. “No, I just…I don’t know. Feels like…a waste, I guess.”

He’s confused until you look down and the moment he realizes, he laughs again. “Oh, you sweet fucking girl—” He tugs you in for another kiss and now your body is numb, too. “God, I really don’t fucking deserve you.”

You whimper against his tongue and he sighs.

“I’ll give you more, don’t worry,” he says before kissing down your throat. “Next time. I promise. But right now, I wanna clean you up and make sure you’re all right.”

O b s e s s e d with this entire thing. Her not caring? Her getting sad about it? And she feels so fragile and sentimental? And then she tells him and he laughs because he’s flattered and adores her? 

“Yeah. Because I know my partner trusts me to take care of them even if I’m being harsh. And there’s something powerful in that, I guess. That their pain and their pleasure belongs to me.” - he’s perfect 🥺

He laughs. “Was I mean, Kitten?” - i love him 😫

He hums before he looks toward the discarded novel on the other side of the room. “Yeah, well…fuck that book. I mean it.”

“Yeah. I just picked an easy one since I didn’t want you to get too jealous.”

“Is that right?”

“Yup. Although that clearly didn’t work very well.”

You feel him land a firm smack to your ass that makes you squeal before you settle again.

“Watch it,” he warns. “Or I’ll pull you over my lap right now.”

You grin. “Maybe you should.”

🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠

The final dialogue about Rebecca is so real but in such a soothing way. Everything he does is so soothing. Like I genuinely never stop worrying but he’s just so… disarming. And I think I’d be shit at sharing too but I actually can see how maybe she’s holding onto what she can get from him because he is so soothing and so perfect and his words are just. You’re brilliant for this. And Kitten is so real and raw for her words. 

I adore you more than WORDS!!!!!!! You have absolutely no idea how much this meant to me, especially the fact that you took the time to say all this!!! I appreciate you endlessly and will never be able to express it enough 😭💞💞💞 THANK YOU AGAIN for always talking to me and being so sweet!!!

[dullahandyke]

and now part 3 of the case 4 liveblog! during this one mam audibly commented on how much i was writing in my note book lols

ok yiss we're back boyssss it's been like a week? wowza

ah. i had forgotten i was still dealing with the garridebs when we left off. :grimace:

yeah i don't like dealing w them can we leave pls

sholmes music is banging tho

oh no susato do Not look to these fucks as an example of a romantic couple

SHAMSPEARE SPOTTED

hi shamspeare i like your vibe

god the costume jewelry is a sight to see in the 1900s tho. boy who gave you a sceptre

hiiiii natsume it's been too long... i also like your vibes

sholmes eavesdropping... girl weren't they speaking japanese????

love love love when susato turns to look at me. are you seeing this shit naruhodo-san

can't get over natsume's sopping wet pleading face

'natsume's room s cursed' are we sure that's not just a gas leak

i like sholmes's thing about belief it's v sweet

ASOUGI FLASHBACK!!!! hi asougi :)

sholmes's trout dinner.... pov dinner date w herlock sholmes he leaves you for a doohickey

love susato's fist pump sprite.... patron saint of 'we are so fucking back'

20th feb.... huh that's tomorrow. contemporaneous playthru stays winning

'do all literary people take things so literally' first off youre one to talk ryuu second off autism on autism violence????

christ bvz's cracking out the wine early

bvz you're not doing yourself any favours by toasting to the victim's death

also i love susato's description in the profiles.... a huge help to ryuu always <3

also nice to have a non0murder case for a change. usually have to go to the audio cds for that

christ they really did give us precious little evidence from that investigation huh

boooo bvz don't waste good wine like that

ok predictions: blunt knife tip + lack of actual death = green is in on a plot to frame natsume

literally where would we be without susato. god bless

also ryuu appreciation he's so cute. little shaking sprites... his kind cow-like eyes have bewitched me

bvz's blue eyes unnerve me... get him some brown contacts. or at least dark grey

ryuu going back to nervous sprites... dw my boy it will be ok

YES SUSATO THREATEN THAT VAMPIRE BITCH!!!

also donut lips juror 5... :frowning2:

love ryuu's little wall slam. him klav + mvk are a holy twinity

fairplay leading the jury is also for sure some 'get natsume found guilty + we'll find you innocent' deal

yes ryuu know your rights do the examination <3

gregson in the background of the courtroom during the summation examination... lol

banging music continues to be banging

juror 2's freakishly tiny mouth irks me... girl how do u eat

ryuu should have called juror 2 a racist idiot to her face

ryuu why did you think asking garrideb abt natsume's character would workout

u can tell i don't play new games by how impressed i am by the animation of ryuu pacing as the camera follows him. real movie magic right here

surely juror 5 would've seen natsume if he jumped the trench tho... bvz what's the plan

booooooo once again bvz is way less cool without the cloak

points. the lovecore fucks have been spotted

also according to jules, your man was originally irish so in my mind he continues to be such

points at roly. autistic as fuck to be chewing his chin strap

'patrolling the beat is the most demanding work in the world' clearly someone's never been in the tumblr trenches

if i knew the beates irl i'd literally die from romance repulsion but patricia gets a pass for being cute. she needs to divorce that cop and get herself a real man (me)

society if this game treated fat women with even an ounce of respect

disliking the persistant domestic abuse jokes(?) this case... so uncomfy

the beats theme does not... feel fitting. for either courtroom or investigative scene

love ryuu's confident smirk... he's so >:)

bvz you need to get susato tossed so damn badly

'one of britain's guiding principles is tolerance' lol. lmao even

bvz's scowl sprite looks like 'eat yo sandwich bitch! the fuck you looking crazy for

LEGSLAM

i can so vividly envision juror 2's instgram it's awful

my god a third abusive wife... i have a feeling it's abusive wives instead of husbands bcos abusive husbands are more likely to be taken seriously/not treated as a bit joke and i dont like it

[alienpupy]

About your top surgery:

Firstly, though, hoi! I'd like to say that I am happy for you, but I don't really feel happiness. Just nothing. But I am proud of you that you got the top surgery and seem very happy about it.

And going through your posts about it, I realize that I want top surgery, too. But I'm also genuinely afraid of the post-surgery time. And this makes me wonder, were you nervous or anxious before the surgery? (Also, apologies for the rambles and for not feeling the happiness for you)

no worries im happy to talk abt it :] i was anxious in the weeks and days coming up to the surgery, yea, but it was more anxiety abt stuff around the surgery than the procedure itself (like, ik several people who got top surgery at the same clinic and everything n they're super reputable so i wasnt worried about the medical aspect, just the preparations + i had to move appartments 10 days before the surgery + had to pack up AGAIN bc im actually staying with my parents for a month or two bc you absolutely need ppl to assist you with stuff during early recovery)

the closest thing to anxiety abt the actual surgery i had was one time a few weeks before it i was like "wait. what if i don't actually want this what if this is a mistake" and then to test it i put a bra and tshirt on and realized yeah no absolutely not thats just pointless self-doubt and i still hate these

it was rlly surreal tho if im being honest? idk if its even fully hit me that this was real and actually happened. I've wanted top surgery since i was like 13 but obv for most of that it felt like it was really distant in the future, and yet now that im flat it just feels. normal? like im still super early recovery so i havent actually seen my chest w/o the bandages yet but still just looking in the mirror with the bandages flat on my chest it just looks natural to me. its been less than a week and im already forgetting what it was like to have tits lmao (altho to be fair i've been binding for years so its not like they were ever a huge part of my life, just a major inconvenience)

and post-surgery really isnt that bad. i've complained about the weird nerve stuff, yea, but that does clear up eventually (altho ik it usually take years for the nerves to fully 100% heal, they're the slowest thing to regenerate). I've had basically zero pain, but i was still prescribed pain meds to take if i need them and given a lot of advice for healing as best as possible. the most important thing is definitely to have someone (or multiple people) be able to take time off to help you with everything (like, from food to drains to making sure you're comfortable and checking on you, you're not supposed to move your arms a lot or lift anything heavy for the first 6-ish weeks).

Post-op depression can be a thing for a lot of people too, but it hasnt hit me (at least not yet) and it can be avoided/mitigated by making sure you're not alone. having friends over, or calling people, making sure you still have games or movies or art to keep u occupied helps a ton.

also i dont think i've said it here before but i got top surgery at GRC montreal, and gender-affirming surgeries are covered by the government here in canada. I sent my paperwork/referral stuff there in may of last year, and it took them a couple months for each stage of processing but they gave me my surgery date (june 7th) a couple of months before, so (not counting the time to get a gender dysphoria diagnosis + letters from doctors and therapists and junk) i only had to wait about a year.

[unproduciblesmackdown]

ideas about pseudo love triangle antics for benstuk who we guess end up married and winston as the third party here. pseudo in "not considering 'b/c winston is dating someone or trying to!' as the main factor ever, though it could feature" and "also romance is fake and i oppose it" sort of getting in the way of possible frameworks being peak relevant. it's that through these characters' interactions, components and aspects of character could be (dis/un)covered, changes &/or actions could be prompted, kind of like wow this really rendered this character dynamic

for example like peak general situation: tuk & ben meeting & having a dynamic as in canon. later on winston befriending tuk &/or vice versa as in canon. this ultimately goes well enough re: whether this can also be a triumvirate as in canon but along the way: biumvirate shakeups!

less peak general: put benston in there somehow. discuss

pseudo love triangle like ohh ben&tuk existing but now tuk is hanging out with this other guy & ben is like :( in possibly various ways & degrees. Revealingly. does not resolve "properly" insofar as these are my ideas so inevitably it'd be shit like oh yeah sure i, tuk, will date you, ben, but not like "oh i gotta break up with winston over this" b/c we weren't dating but not like "oh i've never made out &/or hooked up with winston" b/c i have. forever gonna decide in further character dynamics that there was a fun "two pairs of preexisting friends bond further via: this casual foursome & hanging out thusly" just out of frame thanks to canon, for example. see:

winston's involvement in laying the foundation for bentuk by way of "tuk questions his sexuality" lmao like. crashing the party with drinks & maybe someone Is like "idk would you make out with each other lol" as just a quick skill check like well if these people get pissed off at the affront to their heterosexuality & leave then nbd, but if not, the Are here, conveniently, joie de vivrely....winston responding immediately like =D 4x08 style utterly repurposed lol & tuk is not affronted really but still a bit nervous & especially so re: "oh no is my failure to reject a possible wisp of homoeroticism gonna get me in shit already with Coworkers still a dozen feet away :(" but mostly joking for now so just [didn't fail the skill check] enough & back to the joie de vivre. later on it's like "yeah we had a foursome but if there was a woman involved maybe that makes it sufficiently Not Gay / Straight? still keeping it secret ofc" later on was like lol there can even be drama like winston is comfortable around tuk / about it, Too comfortable vs tuk's simmering crisis here, where winston's canon "failure to indeed be Sufficiently defensive against / repulsed by even potential wisps of homoeroticism ft. yourself (&/or in general really)" is in play, ease & affection can be another manifestation of that failure with or without trying to flirt, hook up again, anything ""further"", The Intimacies....like it could just make tuk nervous & [oh no! the dissonance within me! the Questions i'm not yet willing to fully ask much less answer!] like perhaps there's increased distance as a result, whether in antics of suddenly trying to avoid winston, whether in rising impatience / annoyance around winston which is a real ":(" one, but, Drama....tossing & turning like my Past drama with my middle school bestie betrayal with music of significance to our relationship....it would resolve, along with the "as winston encourages confidence in tuk, it could apply to [yeah it's Wrong around here to not be straight(tm) but] confidence" & like wouldn't it be hilarious then to discover ben like oh all along i've been queer & just keeping it to myself b/c Yeah :/ You know (anyone does know) & wouldn't it be easier to discover you're down to get married to ben. bonus: combine things yolo, bentuk & winstuk being largely separate before this, ben is :( about it in a way, gradual winstuk rift for no externally obvious reason that neither of them are happy about either but it's secretly tuk's Questioning time that he's not really willing or even able to name much less discuss right off, surprising benston moment somehow in winston having cause to try asking for a hint from ben b/c not like he's unused to friendships souring or starting sour & continuing apace but it does feel like something's gone wrong & he sure feels :( about it in a way.....no moments of mere total psychouts cleared up & cleared away nor of asserting exclusivity in some form to save the day. getting expansive & tangled in there good for them

[anarchistbitch]

IIIIIIIIIIIII bloody hate tumblr, Ive been trying to get all the songs we've reced each other into a playlist but it is not showing me all our asks and the ones it does show me are not in order and i wanted it to be in order ugggghhh im stabbing the screen right now mentally,

anyway at work my team is making a playlist so we can listen to everyone's music taste and here's the link to it, add some in my name please and thankyou<333 https://open.spotify.com/playlist/4KeIWHO0lqkpDjXFPxWB7v?si=MToywKdbQM2JdiQWq1se6Q&pt=5d863cd3287ba2fae6b8184d7edce597

xhjdsflsdkf it's so always so funny and embarrassing remembering how this all started, all because i was too shy to take off the anon, but hey, here we are <3

and god yes, monaco is perfect for a roadtrip, it is also perfect for this one fic that i read back around 2019 or 2018, just yesterday i was talking about it with a friend bc it was HUGE fic in the fandom, to the point that there was discourse about the fic which is just fucking ridiculous but anyway, you see, idk if you heard about vld but that shit was huge here on tumblr and i was motherfucking obsessed and then the fandom grew very very large and it just kind of imploded but that's not important, the fic was a current time au where the characters were fake dating for a family reunion and the post breakup-bc-we-caught-feelings-but-we-think-the-other-didnt scene would be SO good with Monaco on the background, tasty 👌🏻

re:the job, yeap, ive been working since february bc i needed a break from uni and this way i justified it to myself and actually work has been so good for me for real, ive met a bunch of people that have become close friends, work has allowed me so much rest compared to mfucking architecture, it's also allowing me to pay for a psychologist which is great and yeah, overall a positive experience, the only problem is that now i dont wanna quit working but i know that i cant both work and continue with architecture, and it is making me question how much of my life i am willing to give to this career, bc i feel so much better now mentally, even my friends have told me how different i seem and how much better i seem to be doing right now that im not at uni and just *slowly slips down from the chair into the floor dramatically*

and you're right in both accounts lmao, it's hot as hell outside, especially since i just went home for the weekend and jesus christ the heat and humidity there are no fucking joke i tell you, on the plus side i came back by plane and that was so nice, right before take off i was SO nervous but after we did i really enjoyed it, it helps that it turned 8 hours in a cramped seat into half an hour in a slightly less cramped seat lol, some of the pics i took bc i couldnt help myself will follow this paragraph that just ran away from me literally but anyways, it's horribly hot outside but at work they always have the bloody aircon either too high or too low, no in between with those people

the edit also had me on sliding dramatically to the floor holy shit, the song fits Miles so well and im just 🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹 it's so easy to have that part get stuck in your head btw, i halfway think about it and i have it stuck in my head for at least the next hour

song rec of the ask: heaven iowa by fall out boy, i fucking love fall out boy, they're my band for real

-M, aka Denisse, aka blue iconed mutual who wanted you to know bc they had a major crush on you but didnt want you to know bc she is shy as fuck aka just a silly goofy person who covers her eyes and groans when she thinks too much about the anon asking bc they get embarrassed easily jsfhjds byyye love you, take care, sending you tons of hugsssss

back to old traditions-> me answering every ask 3 weeks late😔

oooooh lemme search them up and make a playlist later :)) i mostly have them in my liked akshually

what if i added oli london huh. what if i added peppa pig🤨oink wsbdfjkerkjh idk if i had good song recs rn but ill try to add smth later :3

. . . . .

do i . a person whos been on tumblr for almost 8 ish years know about Voltron:Legendary Defenders - the ships from which top the tumblr ecosystem almost every year- the fandom from which i have trauma(not actually but i did cry at shiro's implied death and subsequent clonign lmaooo😭😭😭)

dm me the link bby🤙🏽🤙🏽[i stated on the side of. ahem . omegaverse/werewolves plus soulmate aus]

im glad that youre happy with ur job!!! im entirely unqualified to give any career advice [seriously though -my chosen career is like. its good but its also like 7 years of studying and idek know if i should pursue it rnnn] so honestly🫂🫂🫂🫂🫂

honestly im just real glad that ur doing good <3 being in college/uni is both good and bad but hey its not like you cant go back to it at anytime yk? you'd be doing incredible things anyway, it'll just have different terms

ahh the weather here is so shit it's always on the edge of raining and then its like nah😜

i actually like love airplane pics on insta , also the mountains!!!! my old flat used to be near a mountain and i miss it so much😭

i couldnt see atsv in theatres cause of so many things but i finally saw it and it was. like actually life changing . and also i have to fuck miguel o hara btw

OH MAN. i need to confess smth. me and my friends had , a file. like a plastic file with paper with lyrics to FOB songs that we used to write in our free periods and sing in the back of the class😭😭 i miss it so much [it being time. place, ppl. yk how it is]

so much for stardust ended up being one of my fav albums of their forever- after mania and save rock and roll

[but seriously the words 'scar-crossed lovers' brought back the 14yr old geek obsessed with fantasy books in me out again]

😳😳😳

omg well heres to my blue iconned mutual who i wouldve been dming a lot sooner had i been a lit bit more brave but am ultimately glad to have known even after a little longer

much love and many hugs 😚😚😚

[askthesouleatercrew]

Happy gay month! Drop all of your lgbtq soul eater headcanons

[answering this ooc so we can get into details >:) sorry (or not?) for how dang long this got. please enjoy...

maka!!

-girl! trans! demigirl in a "all girl but Girl is so much bigger than cis people think it is" kind of a way.

-bi! uses it interchangeably w/ pan but tends towards bi as a descriptor. being a girl is a big part of her attraction. iykyk

-recognizes when she likes someone very quickly which makes her an absolute outlier in this group. love that for her. everyone clap

-now being vulnerable by admitting to those feelings to others...a little more complex! i am rooting for her

soul

-boy! also trans! my guy my dude my man. this guy can fit so much t swag in him.

-bi! loves women as a man but queerly and bonds with kilik about this. important note.

-even worse than maka at feelings which is saying something

-doesn’t bind generally. too uncomfortable and his back is already messed up due to the *gestures at so many things about this guy* so yeah. his presentation is v influenced by his sensory needs.

-his name stuff is very important to him as evidenced by him canonically owning multiple clothing items with his name on it. every time i have to type out soul eater evans i am physically pained by this but there’s no good solution. soul eater my friend soul eater

kid

-nonbinary. trans. gender is symmetry. you know!!

-made a comic about this a bit ago

-”’boy”’’ terms are fine w/ him. gets a little >_> (positive) when people mix in they/thems for him with his he/hims. beloved he/they boything

-very new to thinking about all this but he has already figured a lot out gender with support from his friends!!! proud of him

-attraction/sexuality...less so! knows he’s not straight but is not really able to think about himself in the context of attraction at the moment. he will get there when he gets there...

liz!

-girl! she is the only cis person in the crew, lol.

-she is lovingly referred to as "our liz cizbian, our ciz lizbian" etc by many of them

-lesbian as aforementioned. an absolute wreck. tries her best to play it off but so very nervous about acting on stuff.

-advice giver despite this lmao. good at picking up on other people's stuff if it doesn't involve her

pattyyy

-girl :3 transgender :3 she is having a great time. gender stuff was unfortunately part of her and liz’ reasons for leaving home

-thinks its hilarious to vary the sizes of her breast forms and she’s right. she’s very powerful and does whatever she wants. trans joy is real and patty is proof

-assigning words to her attraction/sexuality simply not on her radar at this point in her life.

-she’s also like . why is everyone so pent up about this just kiss the people you want... i will do it since you are so fucking complicated

black*star

-trans boyyy... gender is being THE BIGGEST and being THE GREAT BLACK*STAR

-he knew EXTREMELY early. like basically never got why people were calling him a girl early

-sid and everyone else around him were super supportive! he basically never had to transition socially, it was p immediate

-gay!! attraction and “fun” dating easy and great, Big Feelings/Romance are...much more difficult! he is simply bouncing around like an electron can’t catch me vulnerable thoughts and feelings!

tsubaki!

-trans girl! was also very supported by her family and has had a relativeley smooth time of gender. want an easy one for her lol

-pan! also uses bi but prefers pan. truly like “the future is open who knows :)”

-sees herself like...idk how to phrase this but her self view is very utilitarian mostly? like her function and her abilities rather than Her as a person if that makes sense.

-so it’s a nice like...genuine expression of self care for her to have been able to express these aspects of herself. tsubaki..

crona my beloved

-nonbinary of all time. they/them so much. just so not in the binary. we love to see it. did not have the language for it (or most things) growing up but always knew on some level they weren’t a boy or a girl.

-re crona gender medusa was along the lines of ‘as long as you serve your function, whatever’ which is shitty in its own special way but at least. you know.

-as far as attraction/sexuality...oh crona. does not know what a crush is. woefully out of their depth in terms of being able to conceptualize themself as someone capable of being loved or loving others at this point in their life. and yet! both of these are possible. and in fact. happening right now... bless them. it’s hard. they will get there..

THANK YOU AND CONGRATS IF YOU READ THIS FAR LMAO

happy pride everyone!!!!!]

[babyboibucky]

The Match - Part 14

Pairing: CEO!Bucky x Fem!Reader

Summary: You discover why Bucky hasn’t been responding.

Word Count: 3.4k

Warnings: UHHHHHHH none, Bucky’s still breathing lmfao

A/N: Please don’t have high expectations for this one based on my previews 😩 Y’all know I keep on bluffing with my responses to everyone’s guesses lmao there’s a chance everyone might get disappointed with what really happened to Bucky BUT we’ll be meeting someone in this part 👀 so idk enjoy reading ily all 😘😘😘

The Match Masterlist || MAIN MASTERLIST

“Why aren’t you picking up?!”

You sat in your car and stared at the entrance of Bucky’s condominium building. It’s been more than ten minutes since you have arrived and parked right in front of it, deciding to call him again in case he’d finally pick up.

He never did.

It was beginning to annoy you at how hard it was to reach Bucky, especially that it involved a very important matter for the event. However, you also couldn’t hide the fact that you were slightly worried as well.

This was so unlike Bucky; he had always been present at a time like this and despite the fight between the both of you, he was never this careless. When it came to his company, he always did his best and that included him signing important documents on time.

Two missed calls later and you finally decided to step out of your car. Besides, even though it made you uncomfortable to visit him, you didn’t have a choice. You had a deadline to meet and that’s around two hours from now.

“If you’re playing another game, I swear to god…” you mumbled to yourself as you went straight to the reception.

Behind the counter was a young woman for a receptionist who immediately requested for your ID upon stating your purpose of visit. Upon seeing your name, she offered a smile and handed you a key card.

It was an RFID. With your full name on it.

“The elevators are to the right, just tap your card upon entering the lift and you’re good to go.” she kindly said, motioning towards the hallway leading to the elevators.

You frowned as you inspected the key card, “I’m sorry, since when did I have my own RFID?” you asked.

“Oh Mister Barnes requested it a long time ago. It gives you full access to his unit and to the amenities of this building as well.” she explained before entertaining the person behind you.

Why on earth did Bucky request an RFID for you? Was he that serious when he said he wanted to take things to the next level? You knew he wanted to be in a real relationship with you, but you did not expect for him to actually do something like this.

As you stood inside the elevator, you couldn’t help but think about what could have been if you had agreed to officially date him. You had to constantly remind yourself that you came here for the cheque, nothing more and nothing less.

“Get the cheque, make sure it’s signed and then leave.” you told yourself and took a deep inhale when you finally reached Bucky’s floor.

Memories from the last time you were in his place flooded your mind as you walked along the corridor. It wasn’t the nicest experience provided that you woke up with a massive hangover and then got denied of an orgasm after having an argument with Bucky.

You hated that day with a passion.

Standing in front of Bucky’s door, you deciphered whether to ring the doorbell or use your key card. A lot of possible outcomes were laid out clearly— either you ring the doorbell and give Bucky enough time to clean up his mess, or you barge in and potentially catch him in the act of whatever it was that he was up to.

The man gave you trust issues now, you just realized. You didn’t want to assume that this was yet another ploy but with the things he had done in the past, what were the odds?

But also, what if he was in trouble? You were literally less than a foot away from finding out but you were also nervous. Were you even ready to discover what the hell is going on with Bucky?

“Goddammit.” you groaned and tapped your key card on the sensor, quickly unlocking the door to Bucky’s unit.

“Bucky?” you called out, carefully stepping inside his place.

It was quiet inside, no hushed whispers nor the creaking of the bed. Looking around, his entire place seemed to be in perfect order. No signs of forced entry or anything suspicious. No bra or panties scattered in the living room, no whiff of another woman’s perfume. Nothing.

You felt like a fool for jumping to conclusions like that and for even getting slightly affected by the possibility of Bucky being with someone else. You felt relieved though, but you weren’t going to admit that.

“Bucky? I need to get the cheque for the venue.” you exclaimed again, choosing to stay in the living room instead of snooping around.

When you were met with nothing but deafening silence yet again, you felt your temper start to rise. “Bucky, I don’t want to play games with you.” you warned.

Silence.

Your irritation slowly turned into worry when Bucky didn’t show up; rushing into the kitchen, you only found a bunch of take-out boxes and some empty bottles of beer laying around. If Bucky was drunk, you were going to leave without the cheque and allow the event to flop because you weren’t going to be dealing with such unprofessionalism.

His office was empty as well and even though you were tempted to look for the cheque among his things, you didn’t feel like it was the right thing to do. The last place left to visit was Bucky’s bedroom.

Your palm was cold when you held the doorknob as you shook the memories out from your mind. Again, you didn’t come here for Bucky and you only needed to get the cheque and then off you go.

“Bucky, if you’re fucking with— oh my god!” you exclaimed in surprise when your eyes landed on Bucky’s unconscious body on the floor.

Rushing over to kneel beside him, you noticed that he wasn’t totally unconscious but was delirious. Feeling his forehead, you gasped at his temperature and failed to notice the way Bucky whimpered at your touch. He was sweating bullets that his shirt was almost soaked; he needed to change or else his condition would get worse.

You cursed softly as you sat him up, gently tapping his cheek to keep him awake. “Hey, can you hear me?” you asked but Bucky merely grunted in response.

It must have been the adrenaline rush that allowed you to bring Bucky back to his bed with ease. You kept him upright and placed some pillows behind him as support. Irritation was long gone from your mind as you walked around Bucky’s room, getting him a clean shirt and a small towel that you soaked with water.

“Have you taken any meds?” you asked as you wiped Bucky’s face clean.

He could barely open his eyes, let alone speak with how high his temperature must have been. His skin was burning and he kept on coughing whenever he tried to respond to you. You sighed and continued to clean him up, wiping his neck and his entire torso until he was clean enough to put on a new shirt.

“Bucky, I need you to tell me where the cheque for the venue is.” you almost felt bad for asking that when the man was clearly down with a severe flu.

Bucky was too out of it to even understand what your question was. His face was scrunched up in pain and he kept on mumbling incoherently. You helped him lay back down on the bed before pulling the covers up to his chest.

Checking for the time, you still had an hour and a half before the deadline for the downpayment so you went around Bucky’s place in search of meds. Thankfully, he had some meds but didn’t have any food.

You stared at Bucky when you walked back into his room with a glass of water and some medicine for him to take. You’d never seen him like this, so vulnerable and helpless. When was the last time he had gotten this sick? Who took care of him then?

“Bucky, hey…” you softly called out, brushing his hair back to wake him up.

“I brought you meds,” you told him and helped him sit up on the bed, “I’m going to look for the cheque in your office after this. You probably don’t understand me right now but at least I asked for permission.” you told him as you handed him the medicine.

The last thing you wanted was to be accused for snooping around, you had to make sure you still asked for his permission even though he was out of it.

Bucky immediately went back to sleep after that, continuing to mumble softly. You sighed and placed the glass of water on his nightstand, quickly noticing his phone when it lit up.

Plenty of notifications were displayed on the screen, most of them were messages from you and Beverly, and well, from his father too. Unable to hold back, you tried to unlock his phone and was surprised that he didn’t have any passcode to it. He had a lot of missed calls from his father but what also caught your attention was that he had been calling his mom too.

None of which were answered nor returned.

Opening the messages, you saw that he had texted his mom almost at the same time you had messaged him.

Mom please pick up

James, honey. You know I can’t. What do you need now?

Come over

Was his “come home” message meant for his mom? You had a lot of questions about Bucky, most of which were about his family because you actually never asked him about it. Where was his mom? Mackenzie mentioned about him having a rough childhood but nothing more specific than that.

“Don’t go…”

“What?” you looked up at Bucky and immediately noticed that he was probably dreaming.

Placing his phone back on the nightstand, you watched Bucky and realized that he literally had no one.

“Mom…” he mumbled.

“Bucky, it’s me.” you told him, taking his hand in yours.

His fingers weakly wrapped around your hand almost instantly and it made your heart flutter. You were aware that he was probably delirious, but feeling his hand in yours after so long was making you feel things. Things you have been suppressing, things that might have been heavily overpowered by your anger.

“Mom, come home.”

-

Bucky’s office was very organized, so it was fairly easy for you to rummage through his files for the cheque. Fortunately, it’s been signed already so you just needed to head back to the office and hand it over to Janet.

Taking in the surroundings, you noticed a couple of photos displayed on one of his shelves. Most of it was from his childhood and majority of them included him and his mom only. You smiled seeing a particular photo of Bucky as a little boy, standing next to his mom while clinging onto her dress. He must have been really close to her and it made you wonder what their current situation was.

As you placed the frame back on the shelf, you noticed the picture displayed next to it. It was another photo of Bucky with his mom and he must have been around eight or nine years old. The photo seemed to be folded inside the frame and out of sheer curiosity, you took it out and pulled on the folded part.

There was another boy standing on the other side of Bucky’s mom and he was probably around the same age too. Bucky had a brother? He never mentioned about having any siblings to you, maybe he was a cousin?

Whipping out your phone, you pulled up the browser and typed in Bucky’s name. A lot of the articles talked about his achievements in life, what it was like to take over the family business as soon as he graduated; nothing too detailed about his family nor relationships. All the articles that Google listed seemed to revolve around his work and wealth.

And well, a spicy photoshoot for Men’s Health.

You were on the fifth page of Google when your eyes caught sight of an article that mentioned about Bucky’s mom remarrying. Before you could even click on the link, Beverly’s name popped up on your screen.

“Hey, Bev.” you responded to the call as you walked out of Bucky’s office.

“Bestie, where are you?! Janet won’t stop bugging me about your whereabouts.” she whined.

Checking your watch, you realized that it was almost six already and that you needed to head back to the office immediately.

“I’m on my way back, tell her to chill.” you said, clicking your tongue. “And never call me ‘bestie’ ever again.” you told Beverly before ending the call, Bucky’s family background long forgotten.

You made sure to check on Bucky again, placing a hand on his forehead to feel for his temperature. Thankfully, his fever seemed to have gone down a bit. You heaved out a sigh of relief and placed a wet face towel on his forehead again.

As you made your way out of his room, you noticed his messy kitchen and checked his cupboards. You rolled your eyes at how empty they were and his fridge only had water and a couple more bottles of beer. It wasn’t a part of your job to head out and buy him dinner, you said that you’d only get the cheque and then leave.

Although, you never said anything about not going back after the payment has been made.

-

Beverly had already gone home by the time you arrived at the office. You made a mental note to talk to her about the coffee the following day. Janet gave you the stink-eye when you handed her the cheque; you couldn’t blame her though, she couldn’t go home until you came back.

The venue finally confirmed the reservation as soon as they were informed that the cheque has been signed and is ready to be deposited first thing in the morning tomorrow.

One problem down, one left to go. But before that, you needed to make a stop somewhere.

Your first thought was to do some quick grocery shopping but that would take too much time. Besides, you didn’t have the energy left to even cook something for Bucky so you settled for a take-out instead. The voice inside your head kept on reprimanding you for going the mile for Bucky, that he didn’t deserve such kindness after what he had done.

On the other hand, your conscience couldn’t bear the thought of leaving him to starve, especially that he was sick. His mom didn’t seem to be free to visit and take care of him, let alone his father who has been bombarding him with messages asking for updates about the event preparations.

You convinced yourself that it was your moral obligation to offer him kindness.

You were driving back to Bucky’s place when you passed by a small bakery, it wasn’t too far from his place so you decided to stop by and check out their pastries. Upon stepping inside, the scent of freshly baked bread and coffee welcomed you.

The middle-aged woman greeted you kindly and allowed you to take a look at the pastries on display. You were too occupied choosing which ones to order to even notice that someone was behind you, waiting for you to step aside.

“Shit, I can’t choose.” you whispered to yourself.

Apparently, you whispered too loud for someone else to hear because the person behind you cleared his throat and chimed in.

“They have the best strawberry tarts, trust me.”

You straightened up immediately and turned your head, acknowledging the tall man who was smiling at you. He had a clean cut, dirty blonde hair and a clean-shaven face— he was good-looking and he seemed really kind.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to randomly make a suggestion. But I’ve literally tried every pastry here and although everything is delicious, the strawberry tart takes the cake.” he explained.

You chuckled and nodded, “I’ll take your word for it then, thank you.” you said and immediately ordered a box.

The owner of the bakery was quick to organize your order, tying the box with a bright yellow ribbon. After paying for it, you looked back at the guy and thanked him for helping you out again.

“I hope you enjoy them.” he said, offering you another charming smile before conversing with the bakery’s owner.

-

Bucky was still asleep when you arrived back at his place. You quickly prepared the take-out food you brought from your favorite Chinese place which served the best chicken porridge.

“Hey,” you gently nudged Bucky awake before feeling for his temperature again, sighing in relief when his fever was gone.

He awoke with a startle, his eyes snapping open before turning his head to face you. His eyes widened when he saw you in his room and you took it as a good thing because at least he wasn’t delirious anymore.

“What are you doing here?” he rasped out as he carefully sat up, removing the wet cloth from his forehead.

“I needed to get the cheque for the venue. You were unconscious when I arrived.” you explained, fixing the tray of food and placing it on his bed.

“You didn’t have any food in here so I just bought you dinner and some dessert. How are you feeling?” you softly asked, handing Bucky the bowl of porridge.

Bucky just stared at you, not with his usual puppy eyes but he really seemed thankful for taking care of him. He coughed a bit and nodded, “Better now.” he said before taking the bowl from you.

It was silent for a couple of minutes, with Bucky just eating his porridge while you sat on the foot of his bed quietly, watching him carefully. No wonder he had gotten thinner, the man seemed to be letting himself go.

“So the event preparations are back on track,” you said, breaking the silence, “Sam and I will be dropping by the venue on Thursday, we’ll be meeting with the event stylist there so we can finalize everything.” you explained.

“We’ve also sent invitations to our guests, Mark also submitted the press release to all the media outlets and editors who will be covering the event. There’s food tasting on Friday with one of the caterers, so if you’re feeling better by then I think it would be best for us to go together.” you suggested.

Bucky nodded and finished his porridge and placed it back on the tray. He looked at you and offered a small smile, “Thank you.” he said, voice hoarse from his colds.

You snickered, “It is my job, Bucky. No need to thank me.” you said.

“I mean for this…” Bucky said, “You didn’t have to do all this, especially with everything that happened between us.” he explained.

“I can’t just leave my boss to die. You were laying on the floor, who wouldn’t worry about that?” you said.

Bucky’s lips tugged to an amused smirk, “You worried for me?” he asked mischievously, his brow raising as he tilted his head at you.

It’s been so fucking long since he last gave you that look that made your breath hitch in your throat. You rolled your eyes at him and avoided his gaze, ignoring the way your thighs clenched.

Has it been that long since you last got laid for you to have such an immediate reaction like this?!

“I’m worried because obviously, if you died, then who’s going to be paying me for all the work I’ve been doing?” you said with a chuckle.

Bucky laughed and raised his hands in defense, “Alright, fair enough.” he said.

The chuckles died down quickly and suddenly, it seemed to be the right time to address certain things. The atmosphere was light, there was no tension, no ego and no pride to stand in the way. You pursed your lips as you fiddled with your skirt, tugging at the hem before deciding to finally speak up.

“We can talk...if you want to.” you said, still refusing to meet Bucky’s gaze when he turned to you.

Even without looking at him, you knew that he didn’t expect for you to suddenly give him the chance to explain himself. Bucky cleared his throat, letting out an audible exhale before opening his mouth to say something.

Only to be interrupted by the doorbell.

You snorted and stood up from his bed, “Stay there and rest, I’ll get it. Are you expecting anyone?” you asked suggestively.

Bucky shook his head, “No.”

“Are you sure?” you narrowed your eyes at him suspiciously.

“No more games this time. I promise.” he reassured with a sincere smile.

You believed him and walked into the living room, clicking your tongue in irritation when the doorbell continued to ring. It’s past eight in the evening already, close to nine even, and this person was pressing on the doorbell as if it was a life or death situation.

Your scowl immediately vanished and was replaced by a look of surprise when you finally opened the door.

“I see my son has been fooling around.”

It was Bucky’s father.

[frostedfaves]

Naive (1)

Masterlist

Pairing: demon!Wanda Maximoff x fem!reader

Summary: Of all the humans Wanda has met, you’re suddenly her favorite.

Warnings: 18+ ONLY, dark!fic, demon things™️ (be warned that this shit will get much darker in the future), subtle hand kink (don’t @ me)

A/N: special shoutout to the anon that inspired this fic series, I hope you enjoy this weird combo of AOU x IW Wanda. also if you have any previous knowledge of demons, throw it out the window before you read this because I guarantee that things will not add up here lmao

-

Wanda’s favorite thing about interacting with humans is her effect on them.

Walking through a crowd is fine. She’ll brush a few shoulders and rattle a few unsuspecting adults, flash solid black eyes at kids that either stare or scream. It’s temporary and brings a bit of fun to an otherwise dull day.

The real joy comes from direct contact. Wanda travels miles away from her apartment building, choosing different stores, restaurants and cafés just to keep things interesting. A new cashier each time. She’ll have an air of friendliness about her that isn’t exactly fake; she finds most humans to be charming, despite their fragile minds.

“Will that be all?” Roy--according to his name tag--asks with a grin and Wanda nods in response. “Okay, your total is $21.14. You can just swipe or insert your card in the machine there.”

Wanda inserts her card carefully, complimenting the decor as she waits for the transaction to be completed. After returning it to her wallet, she flashes a soft smile at Roy as he hands her the receipt, purposefully brushing her fingers with his. As his skin makes contact with one of her rings, she notices the goosebumps rising along his arm and hears his breathing pattern change.

“Roy? Everything alright?”

She hears the concerned voice of a coworker as she makes her way to a table to wait for her meal, already seated by the time Roy coughs in an effort to collect himself.

“Yeah, just feeling off I guess. I’ll be fine.”

A chuckle falls from her lips as she watches the poor cashier attempt to return to his previous state of mind, finding the urge to smile and wave when his eyes cut over to her. His voice trembles when he calls her name and he stands as far away as possible when she approaches the counter to grab her order.

“Thanks for everything, Roy.”

Sensing that he’s startled enough without it, she keeps her other tricks hidden in her sleeves and simply walks away, holding her laughter until the doors close behind her. A good meal with a side of human interaction, her absolute favorite.

-

The next day brings Wanda to a bookstore around lunchtime. She takes a minute to browse the aisles, taking an exceptionally long time lingering in the section harboring books on angels and demons. The stereotypes amuse more than upset her like they used to in the beginning.

“Is there anything I can help you with?”

Wanda turns to make eye contact with the employee behind her, about to ask a question for the fun of it when a laugh catches her attention. Her gaze redirects to the café counter straight ahead, and a warm feeling washes over her when she hears the laugh again.

You’re genuinely entertained by the elderly woman purchasing a bagel with exact change, and Wanda manages to catch the end of the conversation as she draws near.

“Safe to say, I haven’t worn the blouse since that day.” She bids you farewell with her bagel and receipt in hand, eyes twinkling as she observes Wanda on her way past. “You have such bright and beautiful hair, dear.”

“Thank you,” Wanda responds with sincerity, attention locked on you while approaching the counter. “Hi.”

“Hey,” you greet her with a voice much calmer than the one you use with most of your other customers. “What can I get you today?”

You watch the orange haired woman turn her head to study the items behind the glass, taking the time to do your own inspection. You admire the dark red jacket that covers most of her torso, gaze lingering on the multiple rings hugging her fingers that seem to be smoothing nonexistent wrinkles in her dress, almost in a nervous fashion. It brought you a bit of comfort, assuming that she was affected in the same way.

“What do you recommend?”

“Oh, well…” You walk over to open the glass case from your side of the counter, naming each item as you grab it. “I usually have this pretzel that’s stuffed with spinach and cheese and this brownie. I can heat both of them for you, if you’d like.”

“I would love that,” Wanda responds in a grateful tone, placing a bottle of water on the counter after taking it from the fridge. “And I’ll also have one of these incredibly overpriced waters.”

You begin her order with a laugh, and she watches you ring everything up with the speed and expertise of a seasoned employee, wondering how she’d gone this long without running into you. The total price is brought to the digital screen just before her card is inserted, and she takes the time to quickly slip her rings into her pockets while you’re taking the pretzel and brownie over to the miniature oven. The last thing she wants to do is scramble your brain before she even gets the chance to explore it.

“Here’s your receipt,” you announce while giving Wanda the slip of paper, your eyes lingering on her hand for a moment before looking at her again. “Your food should be ready soon.”

“Okay, thank you…” Her sentence trails off as she searches for your name, the letters rolling off her tongue with ease when she finally locates it on the apron covering your chest.

“You’re welcome…” You trail off in the same fashion and she catches on quickly.

“Wanda.”

“You’re welcome, Wanda,” you repeat as you hand her the water bottle before she can walk away.

Less than two minutes later, you approach the table she’s taken over with two small ceramic plates and a sheepish grin.

“I should’ve asked if you were going to stay a while, but I can grab some bags if you need to go.”

Wanda shakes her head with a laugh as she takes them from you, startling you when she doesn’t react to the excessive heat radiating from the dishes.

“This is perfect.”

She takes her time with eating, and your attention is drawn to her between customers, grateful that she’s too busy with her phone to notice your stares. On the other hand, Wanda’s mind is filled with thoughts of you. What you look like when you think she can’t see you glancing over, what you smelled like when you were close. The nerves, the kindness, the desire to learn her name despite her being just another customer to you. She knows that you noticed her missing rings, but she’s already prepared with a cover story. A two minute conversation has her dying to pick your brain more, learn your habits and become more familiar with your body, beyond a simple brush of your fingertips. She already wants you to herself, just the way you came, without her interference for now; that’ll come later.

A good meal with a side of human interaction, her absolute favorite.

-

Despite Wanda leaving an hour before your shift ended, she lingers in your thoughts on the bus ride and walk home. You find yourself recalling her kind smile, fidgeting fingers and the scent of her perfume when she passed you on her way out, and you’re so deep in your memories that you end up colliding with your apartment door.

“That’s not going to get you inside any faster, dear.”

Your cheeks burn as you face Ruth for the second time today, the first time being earlier when you sold her a bagel.

“I know, Ruthie,” you respond sheepishly as you pull your keys from your pocket. “Is everything okay? You’re usually in bed watching a cowboy show by now.”

“I’ve been waiting for you to come home so I could talk to you.” She checks to see if the hallway is empty before opening her door and waving you over. “Come on, quickly.”

You scurry into the apartment behind her, taking in the scene before you while she locks the door. Having visited her before, you know she keeps the television at a higher volume, but it seems louder than normal.

“I know I might seem like I’ve lost my marbles, but I wanted to warn you about that woman you saw today....The one with the bright hair.”

“You mean Wanda?” you question, eyes widening when she nods. “Warn me about what?”

“There’s something off about that Wanda, if that even is her real name.” She snatches her arm out of her robe and brings it closer for you to see. “I’ve had these chills since I brushed against her earlier. Something’s not right with her. How do you even know her name? I’ve never seen her before.”

“Hey, it’s okay,” you assure her as you help her slip her arm back in the sleeve. “I only know her name because we were having a friendly conversation and she used mine. I was just being polite to someone I’ll probably never even see again.”

“Just be careful,” she pleads as you head toward her door again, and you offer your best attempt at a relaxed smile.

“I’ll be fine, Ruthie. Get some rest, okay?”

You hear her lock the door behind you as you make your way back to your own apartment, rushing through the process of unlocking the door and securing it once you’re inside. As much as you don’t want to let Ruth get you worked up over a stranger, you can’t help thinking about the odd little things you noticed earlier. 

It isn’t unusual for someone to linger after buying food or drinks from your counter, whether they have homework or even just a phone to keep them busy. Wanda seemed to be waiting for someone the entire time, and you remember hoping that she wasn’t on a date, despite not wanting her to be stood up. But she simply slid her phone in her pocket and departed with a friendly wave as if nothing had happened.

You especially remember her waving at you with those ringless fingers, and wondering silently where the intricate jewelry had disappeared to. Obviously you just assumed that the rings were tucked away on her person and not dumped in the trash, but she doesn’t seem like the type of person to give up on her accessories in the middle of the day. Part of you--a part that you didn’t dare to address--wondered if she’d emptied her hands to send you a subtle sign. No, that can’t possibly be it.

Sleeping proves to be difficult with so many unanswered questions floating about, but you eventually give into the act. A few hours later, you peel open your eyes when you think you hear something in the room. The digital clock that sits on your bedside and serves as an alarm and occasional radio reads 3:34am, and you’re just about to close your eyes again when you hear another sound. You raise your head to turn toward your closet, and a scream is trapped in your throat as you catch sight of a figure in the shadows.

The next time you wake, the sun is out and your alarm is blaring on the nightstand beside you. Your gaze flickers over to the closet as you reach out to silence it, your heartbeat dropping slightly when you don’t see anything other than clothes. Deciding that you must’ve been dreaming, you shake away the fearful thoughts and head to the bathroom to start getting ready for another day of work.

The only thing you haven’t decided on yet is whether you want to see Wanda again.

[sonianvmd]

thh characters with a crush on you

warnings: none, maybe some swearing but otherwise nothing major

oH and mentions of murder and death but this is danganronpa so im going to assume u expected as much

a/n: so we kickin this blog off with a bang, writing for LITERALLY THE ENTIRE TRIGGER HAPPY HAVOC CAST LMFAOAOAOAO (excluding hifumi, yasuhiro, and the two despairs doe bc i’ve already made that clear)

also some character’s sections are shorter than others im sorry i just couldnt think of as many bullet points for them *tiktok cry emoji*

edit: I FORGOT CELSESTE FU K SORRY

spoilers under the cut!!

★ 彡 ★ ミ ★ 彡 ★ ミ ★

makoto naegi

when he realizes he likes you, he doesn’t necessarily panic or anything, but he does get nervous

nervous around you, that is

y’all saw how he was with sayaka

if he says anything that might sound intimate then he’ll immediately rephrase it or reassure he didn’t mean anything by it

he really only does have good intentions but his wording just kinda flops sometimes

he appreciates how you listen to him and value what he says

you don't make him feel dumb or inferior compared to a bunch of ultimates with actual talents

he’ll muster up the courage to tell you eventually

let’s hope his luck comes through 😁

byakuya togami

now when THIS man realizes he likes you, he a bitch nigga bout it 😐

he can't believe he fell for a common plebeian such as you

but it was hard not to

the way you preferred to get to the point

the way you were aware of your situation and didn't sugarcoat how you felt about it, although you certainly were nicer with it than him

he's ruthless

anyways

you knew your priorities and spent no time trying to use your resources

he noticed how much you had in common; in you, he saw himself

and we all know how this mf feels about himself 😐

he’ll be quick to defend you in class trials

he won’t realize he’s doing it but he just subconsciously protects you

but just because he doesn't notice it, don't mean the rest of the class brushes past it as well

yeah they on his ass LMFAOO

kyoko kirigiri

kyoko is very good at keeping her composure so she won’t be very obvious

she’ll probably just hang around you more

she’ll also defend you in class trials, calmly

“oh, it couldn’t have been [name]. i remember seeing them in their dorm around the time the murder took place.”

hifumi probably finna say some dumb shit like “aye what was you doin in their dorm doe” but anyways

she finds you respectable

if you have anything to contribute, she’ll let you take the floor

when she tells you, she’s very composed, but also very indirect LMFAO

she’s not too sure on how to express her interest in you but maybe she’ll go about it like “well, [name], now we’ve made it here, would you like to step back into the world with me?” or somethin else along those lines idk

take her hand

pls

toko fukawa

y’all know her whole “master togami” shtick

yeah so 😁😁😁😁

no but fr, toko ofc still has her borderline stalkerish 🧍🏾‍♀️ tendencies

she’ll often find herself staring at you, either in the library or in the morning meetings everyday at breakfast

but she isn’t as straight forward as she is with byakuya

i actually think she’d be mad shy and non confrontational

the whole thing she kept up with him ? yeah, never again

if you approach her first then she’ll be able to get a few words out but for most of the conversation, she’ll just nervously play with her braids

you’ll most likely put two and two together

unless ur a makoto kinnie bc then you’ll have to wait till someone else puts it in place for u but anyways

if you decide to approach her about it, you’ll kinda be backing her into a corner bc she’s just bad at deflecting things lmao

she’ll eventually confess (begrudgingly but hey i mean its better than nothing)

expect much stuttering and a gesture like giving you a small gift

and not to be that writer that uses japanese terms in english writing but toko seems like a tsundere but not really if that makes sense?? so she’d probably shove it in your hands and if you try to say something then she’ll just try to play it off as not a big deal lol

calls u a baka 😍😍

aoi asahina

i know y’all all see how she is with sakura

yeah.

aoi is the kind of person who’d like to spend time with their crush rather than shy away from them

she values you and your friendship very much

bring her donuts

just trust me bring her donuts

she doesn’t really realize she’s into you like that for a while but believe me, she is, the whole time

and yeah i think she’d be nervous to tell you bc that’s just natural but ultimately she’d be cool about it

uh oh looks like we goin for a swim

sakura ogami

similar to kyoko, she’s very calm

despite her big and bad appearance, she really is a sweet girl

she cares for you and your well-being very much

will indeed go on x games mode for you

the way she tells you is very sincere and well spoken

kith her

naow

im sorry this is like the shortest one i couldn’t think of much for her 😔😔

leon kuwata

flirtatious ass mf

and he’s lightskin

so this just cannot go well

y’all know that bit where it’s like the guy yawns and stretches his arms up and then wraps one around your shoulder

yeah that’s literally him LMFAOO

he’s very confident

he was fairly well known with the ladies at his old school so you know he’s rhockin wit it ‼️

but

you feel.. different than usual ??

those girls were just lil flings n dates bc he was nice enough to accept their confessions and it boosted his ego anyway so it was a win win

but you

he was genuinely interested in you since he had saw you the first time

he didn’t just acknowledge your appearance

he learnt about your personality and your hobbies and what you liked and such, and he really cared and wanted to hear you talk about it all

he felt the need to really make an effort to show you how much he respected and had affections for you

he doesn't tell you in a grand way

probably just asks you out to a movie or somethin

he's chillin

mondo owada

you know

for being the biggest, baddest, most respected biker gang leader

or just for being in a biker gang period

mondo’s a huge softie lol

yeah he gets violent but he’s a sweet guy who cares about and is loyal to his friends

so mfs need to be nice to you

or they gettin whooped

when he decides it’s time to tell you how he feels, he thinks over his words and he’s all confident there’s no way you’d reject him but then he sees you in the halls and goes 🧍🏾 LMFAOOO

he’ll push through but it’s like he’ll walk up to you and look away from you because he refuses eye contact and just go

“so y/n, would you wanna.. tch.. come to a drive-in movie with me or somethin’?... dumbass.”

real smooth mondo i think you got em good job

please tease him LMFAOO it’d be so funny

he’d probably yell but you can tell he’s not mad so you just keep going with it

but once you’re done tormenting him, you do agree to the movie, don’t worry 🙏🏾

also mondo would call his s/o doll

that is all

chihiro fujisaki

my fav dude in a dress <3

chihiro would be quite shy, but that’s just how he is tbh so no surprise there

he’s very kind so he’d check up on you often just to see how you are

he cares about you v much

the way he confesses is one that consists of a red face as he offers you a box of candy or something similar

and he’d feel honored that you reciprocate his feelings

he’d be very scared to tell you his secret but once he does, he’s delighted to hear it doesn’t make any difference to you

he doesn’t know how he got so lucky with you

not only because woooo they like me back but also because you like him despite,, well everything about him LMFAOO

sweet lil boy

i’d feel like he’d talk about you to alter ego a lot

and when u meet the program for the first time, he’s like “oh! you must be [name]! master’s told me all about you :)”

sobbing i miss him

kiyotaka ishimaru

okay here’s the thing

if taka were to like someone

i can’t tell whether he’d be more strict because he doesn’t want them to get in trouble (and also so it would hopefully divert any suspicion that he DOES like you since he treats you the same as everyone else, only more)

or if he’d hold back more because he favors them LMFAOO

so imma write a lil bit for both

in the case that he was even stricter:

he’d prefer to be around you because he believes the best way he can make sure you stay out of trouble is to make sure you don’t get into any in the first place

of course it’s impossible to monitor you every second of every day but he does his best to make sure you’re doing well

if he sees you do anything out of line, he’s shutting that shit down IMMEDIATELY

but in the case he let up:

he’d still lecture you but noticeably less than the other students

if your feet were resting on top of a desk, he’d ask you to move them and then leave you alone rather than yell at you and forcibly move them himself

if you notice his behavior towards you in comparison to the other students do not tease him about it he will go as red as his eyes /hj

either way he’s confessing to you with a polite but exaggerated bow while holding out a well thought out letter with both hands

sayaka maizono

she will tell you

idk why but i feel like she’d be straight up lol

she’d make sure she’s sincere

she is the ultimate pop idol and all so she wants to make sure you know that she really does like you and isn’t playing a sick joke on you or anything

ok bc

while i do think she’d tell you

i’d feel like she’d be a little indirect just to see how you feel

like she’d give you a free ticket to one of her upcoming concerts with a kind smile

and naturally, you're like :o

and of course you come to support her

and seeing you smile at her from the crowd and cheer her on was the encouragement she needed to push her to ask you out

for real this time

she asks if you wanna come to a concert with her and ur like “oh yeah i love ur shows!!” bc ur dumb and then she’s like “no i mean.. for another artist” and eventually it hits you that she’s asking you out and ur like “oH YEAH YEAH SURE THAT SOUNDS GREAT YEAH OK” LMFAOO

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i really hope that this is good LMFAOO this is my first time writing for dr so 😃👍🏾

fun fact i finished toko’s section first and taka’s last 😁😁

and i’d like to thank @mius-imagination @bloodygir n the rest of the discord for helping me figure some of these characters out *simultaneously whips and nae naes*

bye ive been working on this for like weeks this took forever

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edit: here’s a deleted section bc i kept blanking for this character 😍

[patchofsunlight]

Hands | Bakugou Katsuki x Fem!Reader

SUMMARY: Bakugou learned from a young age to keep his hands to himself, even when his entire body longed for touch and his eyes filled with tears at the loss of a comforting habit.

WORD COUNT: 2.4k

WARNINGS: hurt/comfort, angst, touch starved bakugou!!, kind of a character study? i think about him a lot, one kiss, cursing, consensual hand holding (PFFFT), mitsuki fucking sucks but what’s new

I hope you like this!! please remember feedback is always appreciated and all that. thank you for reading!! sorry if it sucks LMAO I DID MY BEST AND I KINDA LIKE IT

When he was a child, before he even cared about quirks or rankings or strength, Bakugou Katsuki loved holding hands.

No one knew exactly why, but that was just something he liked. He would hold Izuku’s hand while they talked and ran around the neighborhood, he would take his teacher's hand in his ever so softly whenever he walked over to their desk to ask a question. Katsuki would latch onto his dad with the most loving, tiny grip he could muster, and he would even interlace pinkies with his mom when she was having a good day and didn’t deem his manners “too soft”,  “too weak”, “too foolish”. Those were nice days in the Bakugou household.

Bakugou Katsuki was five years old when he had his heart broken for the first time. It was a few weeks after his quirk manifested and he was just so excited to play hero (with a quirk, this time!) alongside his friends after school that he didn’t even hesitate before grabbing Izuku’s hand exactly like he always did, jumping up and down with energy and happiness, rambling about how he was gonna be the number one hero one day — until Izuku screamed, pulling his hand away with a painful expression. Katsuki furrowed his eyebrows, confused at his best friend’s antics, and then he saw it: the raw, burned flesh of his palm.

Katsuki had hurt his best friend.

It’s very easy to fix objects, his dad used to tell him while stitching up one of his ripped shirts, you just get a bit of glue or yarn and you put it back together, a smile graced his lips at the feeling of his son taking his hand immediately after he let go of the sewing needle, but people are a lot harder to patch up, Katsu. People can’t be fixed, sometimes.

He wasn’t exactly sure of when he started shoving his hands inside his pockets, when he started opening doors with his feet and touching people with his shoulders to get their attention. It took him a while to understand that that first occasion wasn’t an accident, and that controlling his quirk when he got too excited or just overly happy was too hard and the security he got from all those tender touches he so eagerly searched from everyone in his life wasn’t worth the risk. The best thing Katsuki could do, for himself and for others, was to keep his hands to himself, even if they felt cold and empty and his big red eyes filled with tears at the loss of such a comforting habit.

He told himself it didn’t matter. You’d have to overgrow that over time, anyway, his mom reminded him at some point. Such childish, silly bullshit. Only softies hold hands, Katsuki, and we both know you’re not a softie.

It was easy to pretend he didn’t miss it. After a few years, the lack of touch was simply another part of his life he consciously chose to ignore, another longing he conditioned himself not to think about. It wasn’t like many people noted his abrupt change in behavior either — there were other things about him that were much more worthy of attention than that, like his killer quirk and quick brain, like his determination and ambition. Who cared about the fact that little Bakugou Katsuki didn’t want to hold hands anymore? Who cared about the fact that little touchy and clingy Bakugou Katsuki now barely touched others? 

Such childish, silly bullshit. Only softies hold hands, Katsuki, and we both know you’re not a softie.

He met her during his second year at UA. Y/N was mostly quiet, but still friendly and hardworking, fighting hard for her place as the number one student in Class 2-B. A project involving the two classes put them as partners, and project meetings soon became sparring sessions that turned into study group that led to study dates and then real dates and, by the beginning of his senior year, Katsuki had gotten himself a girlfriend.

He wasn’t certain if she noticed the way he purposely kept his hands out of reach when they walked side by side, or if she ever saw how he always made sure his palms were pointing away from her skin whenever they hugged or cuddled. He didn’t think anyone would ever pay enough attention to him to the point of perceiving his hesitancy. It didn’t matter that Bakugou had gained complete control of his quirk, it didn’t matter that he still felt his skin and his hands tingling with the urge, the craving for touch — the satisfaction wasn’t worth the risk, not the stupid satisfaction he didn’t even need. Such childish, silly bullshit. Bakugou Katsuki was doing very well with letting go of old customs, no doubt.

But Y/N noticed. God, of course she did — she noticed all the longing gazes, all the small flinches. She noticed how he never let his hands touch hers and at first it made her worried. Didn’t he want to touch her? Had she done something wrong? Her boyfriend wasn’t the best at communicating his feelings, even though he had been putting in the effort to talk to her whenever he felt a bit under the weather or bothered. 

However, this seemed like a bigger problem, like something he would never speak of unless she brought it up. It seemed deeper.

“Katsu?”

He lifted his scarlet eyes from the book in his hands and turned them to her sitting figure. They were both on his bed, despite curfew starting in less than an hour and the knowledge they shouldn’t be alone in his dorm. To be honest, Aizawa was quite used to watching the Class B girl sneak out of his student’s room every other night, wearing one of his many hoodies and those shorts that she always left in his closet. As long as they weren’t causing him any trouble, Eraserhead didn’t cause them any trouble, either.

“Yeah?” his voice was clearly tired after a day full of training and studying, a hint of sleepiness dripping from his tone.

“How come you never let me hold your hand?”

Katsuki froze on the spot, feeling his heart pick up its pace until it was beating so loud he could hear it by his ear, throbbing. He gulped harshly, sweat immediately gathering up on his hands from his own anxiety. She had noticed?

“What do you mean?” he tried to laugh calmly, but his chuckle sounded forced and nervous. He put the book away.

“You never let me hold your hand,” Y/N’s cheeks were tinted red with shyness. She had been pondering on how to talk to him about this for days now, yet seeing him so flustered made her surprisingly tense. “You avoid touching me with your hands in general, actually,” her chuckle sounded as forced and nervous as his, “is… Is there something wrong? Would you feel better if I stopped touching you so much? Does it make you uncomfortable? Because I really don’t want to make you uncomfortable, Katsu. You can talk to me about things like that, you know it.”

He couldn’t get himself to answer, unable to move or truly process her words. He really thought he had been slick, huh? He really thought she’d never notice, he really thought she’d never care. How would she feel if he told her he was afraid to hurt her, that he was afraid he would lose control of his quirk and burn her somehow, like he had done with Izuku all those years ago? Would she think he was childish and silly, too? Such childish, silly bullshit, Bakugou Katsuki scared of holding hands with his girlfriend, scared of touching her and holding her like she deserved to because what if it went wrong? What if he fucked it up? The best thing Katsuki could do, for himself and for others, was to keep his hands to himself, even if they felt cold and empty and his big red eyes filled with tears at the loss of such a comforting habit.

People are a lot harder to patch up, his father told him. He didn’t want to be guilty of screwing this up, didn’t want to destroy the relationship he cherished so, so much. Would she think he was weak for being this reluctant? Would she laugh at his stupid antics and tell him to grow up and stop being such a softie? Would she get mad? Should he even tell her?

“Katsu?” her soft voice relaxed his muscles like it habitually did, and he sighed deeply before meeting her worried eyes. “Talk to me?”

Y/N had always had this amazing talent of making him feel at ease. Ever since they met, so many months ago, she had this blinding quality that urged him to be quieter, calmer, less defensive. She didn’t even have to try tearing down his walls — they simply melted away when she smiled at him for the first time. He had never really talked about this issue with anyone else before, and he didn’t know how to even start, but Y/N made him want to try. Still, the words felt heavy on his tongue.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he muttered so quietly that she leaned in to hear him, furrowing her eyebrows in disagreement.

“Come on, Katsu. Please?”

He inhaled deeply. She stared patiently, waiting for him to organize his own thoughts enough to explain the thousands of things running through his mind. When his eyes met hers again, he felt warm all over. Katsuki loved the way she looked at him — there was no fear, no ulterior interest, no nonsensical admiration. She looked at him and she saw… Katsuki. Just that. And, strangely, that seemed enough.

The boy averted his eyes from hers. “I don’t want to hurt you with my quirk.”

Oh. Oh? That, well, that was definitely unexpected. The crease in Y/N’s eyebrows deepened. 

“Why would you ever hurt me, Katsuki?”

The future hero lifted his head to look at her instantly, confusion swimming in his red gaze as he answered, “I mean by accident, Y/N. I—,” he almost stopped himself right there, yet her expression caused him to continue, “I really liked holding hands when I was younger, you know? With my friends, teachers, family, and all that,” his ears were bright pink with embarrassment that subsided when she smiled softly at the new information, “it made me feel safe or whatever. Then I—then I got my quirk and, sometimes, when I held hands with people it just—,” he exhaled heavily before letting out a sad, defeated laugh, “I have burned a nasty amount of people. I don’t want to do that with you, too. I’d never want to hurt you.”

Katsuki was hardly a vulnerable person. He tried to be, yes, because he wanted this to work and for it to work he had to meet her halfway somehow during certain moments, but it was so, so difficult. It was so difficult for him to open up and talk about one of his biggest insecurities of all time, about one of the things he most craved for. He didn’t want to scare her away.

“Katsuki.” Her tone was serious and she stared at him with such intensity that he lost the ability to breathe for a second. “I understand where you’re coming from, but that’s bullshit.”

Bakugou blinked. “What?”

“You’d never hurt me, okay? I know you wouldn’t. I trust you, Katsu, so much. I’m sorry I didn’t ask you about this before,” she bit her lip thoughtfully while he could only stand there, dumbfounded with her reaction. 

Out of all his imagined worst-case scenarios, this was a surprise. 

“Katsu,” the girl called to him again, smiling lovingly in that way that made his world spin in its axis when they first met, “do you trust me too?”

“Of course I do,” there was no hesitation this time. Of course he did.

“Can I touch your hands?”

Once again, he froze on the spot. She looked at him expectantly.

People are a lot harder to patch up. She was trying, though. She was really trying to fix the ripped pieces of himself he tried to bury under anger and seclusion, pretending there was nothing wrong and that this was just how things were supposed to be. 

Bakugou looked down at his own hands, studying them carefully. With a last shaky exhale, he nodded.

She took his hands in hers, letting her fingers interlace with his cautiously so as to not startle him. Her thumb caressed his palm ever so softly and he fought the instinctive flinch that threatened to push her away. After years without it, this type of touch felt too intimate, too close, too new.

He liked it. 

He smiled.

“See? Nothing to worry about.” Y/N smiled back, grinning when he took it upon himself to squeeze her hand in appreciation. “You’re fine, Katsuki. I like holding your hand.”

His smile grew wider and he leaned in to kiss her, living for the feeling of her fingers squeezing his while their lips moved slowly. They had kissed a million times before, yet this felt different. If given the chance, Katsuki probably wouldn’t mind being stuck in that moment forever, with her lips on his and his hands on hers — Y/N had melted away all his walls and defenses from the start, and he was incredibly glad. He was incredibly glad for her.

His heart was beating fast inside his chest, especially when she pulled one of his hands up slightly to let it cup her face. A shiver went down his spine as he felt the curve of her jaw under his fingertips, the softness of her skin touching his. When there was not any air left in their lungs, they parted from each other. She turned her face to kiss his palm affectionately and his entire face seemed to burst with love and gratitude.

“I like holding your hand, too.”

She giggled, and, for the first time, Bakugou felt like it’d be alright if he decided not to keep his hands to himself. Such childish, silly bullshit, waiting around when he could’ve been holding hands this whole time.

A/N: so that was it!!! i hope you liked it!!! hehe hello

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