#and i don't wanna send the requests again bc i don't wanna be annoying

[king0fbr0kenhearts]

I can't be the only one that gets paranoid if an ask got sent or not, I mean the anxiety levels RISE when that happens to me

[divinesolas]

The Rockstar and Me

requested: would it be okay, if I requested a rockstar!jace x reader? were theve been best friends since childhood and the reader has a crush on jace. jace is a really popular upcoming rockstar and is super busy. he dosnt see reader the same way (just as there bestfriend) and kind neglects the reader bc he's really busy. so one night the reader has enough and they decide they need to take a break from there friendship, so they don't talk for a while. and then jace kinda realises he missed up and took the readers love for granted. In this time he he realizes he like her too.

w.c: 1.6k

c.w: just some minor angst and some fluff :3, not proofread

masterlist - requests open

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You are going to scream.

Not of horror and certainly not of pleasure but you were just so annoyed.

Your roommate would not stop playing their fucking songs, most people would call you crazy but you swear you were about to look for a new apartment and put in big red letters, DO NOT REPLY IF YOU LIKE THE WEST DRAGONS. You have nothing against their music but it all just leads back to him.

Childhood best friend and crush turned ex-best friend rockstar Jacaerys Velaryon. He was your best friend for so long and you had liked him, a part of you still does. A part of you still misses him but you did what you had to do.

You could not just sit around and let him ignore you like that, time and time again he would blow you off to the point you grew sick of it and blocked his number and never looked back. You didn’t just ghost him. instead opting to send him a long messages about how you needed space and he was no longer the guy you knew anymore and told him you were gonna reach out anymore.

That was three months ago and your sure he hasn’t even fucking read it let alone try to reply to it. Three months since your life flipped upside down, moving to a new place, still in the same city but further away from him, new job and some new friends, it was odd at first and still is, being away from him but you won’t just let yourself be walked all over like that.

You had planned to stay in tonight like you normally would but your roommate had other plans, standing in the middle of the room bickering with you while you try to block out the sound of their music in the background.

“I don’t wanna go out sab.” “Come on live a little, come out to the bar with me.” “Maybe another night.” “Nope you are coming tonight. right now. get dressed.”

With that she sprints out of the room and you groan knowing she won’t take no for an answer and get up to get ready. Its just one night out, it won’t be so bad, plus it a good excuse so you don't have to hear his music anymore.

Yet when you walk into the bar its packed with people lining up in front of the stage, you turn to sab and tilt your head. “What is going on?”

She looks at you with a big grin on her face, “I didn’t tell you, oh my god the west dragons are performing here in a few.” Your stomach drops.

No you had to leave, maybe you could fake an illness? No she would catch on and force you to stay. You could make yourself throw up? that would cause too much of a scene. You were definitely going to be sick when you see the lights dim and they walk up on the stage.

He’s the drummer he should not even see you right? you’ll just sit at the bar and count down the seconds until the show is over and you can book it out of the room. Aegon greets the crowd as the groups lead singer and your stomach continues to churn. You met him a handful of times and he was always nice to you, he had a nice voice you could agree but you felt so sick anytime you heard their songs.

The show went on without a hitch and you wish the ringing in your ears would get louder so you wouldnt have to hear it. You find yourself reminiscing about your time with jace with every song that plays. You miss him. Much more than you’d like to admit.

You dont allow your eyes to drift behind aegon, yet you hear him, the sound of the drums, it haunts you, sometimes you can see his hands peak out, when aegon moves you can see his dark curls but never look too close to see his face.

They are taking a mini break with aegon entertaining the crowd, the show is almost over, you could not wait to go take a shower and try to act like this night never happened. Aegons eyes drift around the crowd while he’s talking and they land on you, you watch as his eyes widen and he stumbles over his speech for a moment as he turns back for a second to look at jace.

That was not good. Not good at all. “What was that? do you think he thinks your cute?” “definitely not.” Your words come out more strained than you would like and she looks at you confused, “Is something wrong?”

You open and close your mouth unable to know what to say. Your chest feels like its closing in on its self as she grabs your shoulders worriedly. “I need some air.” You quickly stand and rush out of the bar, sab quickly following after you. The two of you don’t notice the pairs of eyes that trail after you.

You lean against the wall on the outside and try to catch your breath. You did not think this would affect you so much, maybe because your whole life has been around him that now it just feels odd that he’s not around. This whole thing reminded you too much of going to his gigs and him coming up to you after the show to ask you what you thought.

“Who cares if i liked it jace? the people loved it.” “I care, you matter more to me than them.”

“Okay what the hell was that?” You run your hands along your face and stare at sab as she looks at your worried. “Its nothing.”

“oh fuck off its not nothing, nobody just runs out the room looking like they just saw their ex boyfriend over nothing.” She gasps at her own words and covers her mouth, “Oh my god wait did you actually date aegon? fuck if i knew i wouldnt have brought you here im sorry-” “I didn’t date ageon sab and i didnt date any of them.” “Then what happened?”

The two of you freeze as someone clears their throat and sab gasps as she turns around. “Im sorry to interrupt but, do you mind if we talk?” Jace. He was staring right at you. Sab looks between the two of you and gives you a look that says she wants to hear all about this before she runs off.

You stand in silence,, not wanting to be the first to speak. He puts his hands in his pockets and kicks on of the rocks on the ground. “How,,, um how are you?” “Im good.” He nods and continues to simply look anywhere but your face. “Thats good thats good um..” Its awkward. So awkward. It was never this way before but you guess thats just what time apart does to people. And you hate it.

“How are you?” He looks up at you shocked before he stumbles over his words, clearly very nervous. “Im good, im good, um, no no im not good actually. I miss you, so much.” Your breath hitches as you watch him continue to speak, “I regret how i treated you, so much. Im so sorry i miss you more than anything please, i just want us to be friends again, ill do anything to make it up to you.”

You don’t know what to say what to do. This is what you’ve been dreaming of for so long but your heart aches at the thought of returning to being just friends.

“I can’t be friends with you jace.” He stumbles back as if you had shoved him and he looks around attempting to compose himself. You swear you can see tears glazing in his eyes, “I um,” His voice cracks as he speaks and he coughs into his arm, “I understand yes of course, im sorry for bother-”

“I cant be friends with you jace because i cant bare being just friends. All ive ever wanted for so long was to be more with you, and if i go back to being just friends ill spend the rest of my life miserable because ill just be dreaming to be more with you.”

You do not even know when you had begun crying but you feel the tears begin to run down your face as you close your eyes and tilt your head down towards the ground. You feel his hands grip your face and pull you up to look at him, seeing his own tears running down his face.

“Im sorry, im so sorry. I love you. Im sorry it took me so long to realize this and that i had to be apart from you to know but ive realized i need you, i love you so much youre my best friend, the only person i need, i love you.”

You shake your head in disbelief, “You dont mean it.” “I do i do mean it, i love you so much.”

He presses his forehead against yours and you sob harder. “I love you jace.”

“I love you so much, i will work everyday to earn your forgiveness to even be worthy or your love.”

He shakily presses his lips against yours in a peck and you two smile at one another.

“No more ignoring me?”

“Never, never again.”

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perm jace taglist <3

@tyronesien @itsbookworm987 @cruelworldlana @smurfelle @ireneispunk @hxtd @venmondiese @urmomsgirlfriend1 @jacesvelaryons @ravenn-darkholme

[hxney-lemcn]

not a request:

more brainrot bc you liked my other stuff:

consider consider: idia shyly confessing to you and you going " OH THATS RIGHT WE AREN'T DATING YET I FORGOT-"

both

both of you are idiots.

(not me projecting at all shut up I'm definitely normal-)

I mean if I was in twst I would 100% be the type to go "lemme ask my gamer wife hold on-" whenever tech issues came up

teehee I love any and all excuses to think more about Idia >:)

After everything, the sharing, the nonstop sleepovers, boundaries are long forgotten. You've probably told him you love him (but didn't clarify in what way). So just imagine the horror of Idia stating how much you mean to him and how you've changed his life for the better and he couldn't ask for a better partner. And as you smile sweetly (bordering on manic because he finally crossed a line y'all have been dancing around) he panics cus shit. Y'all aren't even dating yet and he's gone and blabbed his deepest darkest feelings towards you.

The way you treat him so casually definitely worked him up to that 'confession'. Like you calling him your wife/husband, babygirl, constantly complimenting him (I wanna help him boost his confidence a bit) and etc is not helping his mental state. He doesn't understand how you can just 'claim' him so easily when talking to others but he also isn't complaining.

I theorize that he's asked to help with tech issue's a lot (whether it be on campus or Azul (?)) so he might get a bit annoyed if he's your go to at first. But then you call him your gamer wife and he is sitting his ass down and fixing whatever the problem is (he wants you to keep calling him yours even if its in a jokey way). Just don't mind his dramatics as a response "T-this is a super easy fix, you don't even need me *grumble grumble*."

Honestly, it probs gets to the point that if you refer to him by his actual name he's worried he did something to upset you and stews anxiously until you call him babygirl again 💀💀

Side note: Y'all can send me brain rots about any of the twst cast by the way, Idia is just the main one on my mind at the moment. But I like doing these little blurbs :)

[thisgirlnamedblusy]

hiiii first of all, i really loveeeeee how you write donna and reader's relationship dynamic in your fics. i'm honestly hooked. if you don't mind, can you write g!p donna having a corruption kink and wanting to be reader's first time? :) it doesn't have to have a dark theme or anything of that sort, just donna getting turned on bcs of how young and innocent her maid is and wanting to defile her. you can fill out the rest.

Yesss!!!! Thank you for you support!!!! And thank you for your request too!!!! I hope you like it and sorry about the language mistakes!!! :)))))

Innocence

Pairing: Donna Beneviento x Fem, Maid! Reader

Warnings: G!P Donna, smut, Minors DNI, Donna's POV, Donna being Donna

Word count: 7,883

Summary: I just wanna know if she is as innocent as she seems to be...

N/A: Sorry about the language mistakes!!! Requests are open!!! I'm waiting yours!!! I love you all!!! :))

“Did I ask for a maid? Why did you come?” I asked through Angie.

“Oh, well, I don’t know, really, I just…” she said, hesitating, avoiding looking at my face. I couldn’t blame her.

When my eternal solitude was interrupted by the presence of a young girl, I must confess that I thought about getting rid of her. No one had come to my property in years. I thought I had made it clear that I don’t want to be disturbed.

“I just…” I insisted, not wasting time with the puppet. I found her presence annoying, but for some reason, I had no qualms about speaking with my own voice. Her gaze shifted even further and her hands moved nervously in her lap.

I will never tire of seeing a frightened person tremble. You could say I was beginning to enjoy it. The girl drank from the glass of water I offered her, surely searching for the right answer to my abstract question. It was impossible for her to know if I needed a nosy girl to be my maid. Nobody knew me and I preferred it that way.

Hearing me speak threw her off, but, taking a breath, she did one of the things that led me to accept her in my house, a smile, a sincere, innocent one, lighting up her face, bright eyes devoid of malice, with that light a so young girl still retained. There weren't many like her in the village, there weren't smiles like that one anywhere.

“To be honest, I was thinking of going to the castle and asking for a job there, but I don't know, at the last moment, I decided to try with you.”

“Why?” I asked abruptly. Of course, of course, a girl like her had her place in my sister's clutches. That status made that visit much more interesting. Why me and not Alcina?

“Well, I... I couldn't explain it,” she said in a lower tone, shifting nervously in her chair.

“Try,” I said softly, trying to remain calm under her nervous gaze.

“I prefer calm,” she whispered, her voice cracking with nerves, but with sincere eyes.

I laughed involuntarily, shaking my head. Calm? Please…

“What makes you think I'm calmer than my sister?”  I asked, with an unexpectedly amused tone, noticing how the nerves were beginning to rise through my body as well.

“Intuition,” she said, shrugging her shoulders, with a calm face, which no longer showed that initial nervousness.

I shook my head again.

“You don't know me,” I whispered in a dark voice, much more like me. “Aren't you too young to be a maid?” I asked, with that doubt assailing me since I saw her appear at the door.

“I'm 18 years old,” she said, with a tone that betrayed a certain annoyance at my question.

“You’re still too young,” I affirmed, gesturing to Angie to climb onto my lap, to help me to control my nerves, to control my whish to send her out of my property. I was always an impulsive woman and on that occasion I tried to prevent it.

“Age is not important. Since I was very young I have learned to cook, to do the laundry, to clean...”she said, listing what she believed to be her virtues.

She had been mentioned talking about her beautiful eyes, the beauty of her face.

“You seem very sure of yourself,” I commented, studying her gestures, looking for an answer to the question that each of the unfortunate people who dared to bother me should ask themselves: What am I doing here?

“Not really,” she said in a low voice, in a faint whisper. Well, the conversation seemed to be getting interesting.

“I see,” I murmured, nodding. “I think you are very bold to show up on my property unannounced and demand a job that I did not ask for.”

“Boldness is not among my virtues, my lady,” she said in a frightened tone, with her hands shaking, destabilizing her falsely elegant posture.

“Is it among your flaws then?” I asked in the same soft, but hurried tone.

“It depends on what you consider a flaw,” she murmured, lowering her head and looking away.

“Maybe flaw isn't the right word,” I said, getting up from my chair, taking advantage of that moment of weakness to rise above her as what I am, a Lord, a dangerous one. “But it could be a very obvious lack of judgment on your part.”

“Well, I'm still alive,” she said, with that desperate tone of those who beg in church for the end of their misery. It seemed like that, a plea, but I couldn't help but read a certain challenge in her words.

“Yet,” I whispered, clasping my hands in front of my body, wanting to intimidate her. I couldn't tell if I succeeded or not.

“Are my options to die or work for you?” she asked, following me with her gaze, with those bright eyes... And beautiful...

“Which one do you prefer?”  I asked in a mocking tone, starting to get tired of that conversation.

“I don’t consider myself reckless, my lady,” she said, clearing her throat.

Oh, yes, you were.

She could have caught me at a bad time, she could have ceased to exist if I weren’t so…

“What is reckless to you? Dying or serving me?” I asked scathingly, intensifying my attack on her fragile subconscious. A girl as young as her should be running out of my house. She didn’t.

“I guess I won’t know if you don’t hire me,” she replied just as scathingly. Well, that was news.

Most villagers were stupid, living only to pray, work, and reproduce. Their minds were weak, easily controlled. This girl seemed different. Surely that was what caught my attention. Yes, that was surely it.

“Well, let's get this over with,” I said tiredly, bringing my visibly trembling hand to the cloth that always covered my ugly face, letting her see it as a last concession to that strange girl. She would run away, and she would die. “What do you think now? Do you still want to work for me?”

“Yes, my lady,” she said with a low voice, not showing any sign of disturbance, looking me straight in the face.

Nothing, not a tremor, not an involuntary spasm, not a grimace of disgust, nothing.

I was petrified by the sincerity that my words conveyed. No, I didn't need a maid but... Well, it wouldn't hurt to have someone hanging around the house, cleaning it... Someone who, for once, wasn't afraid of me.

“You'll stay in the guest room, upstairs,” I murmured, ashamed of my failure, of not being able to scare that innocent young girl. She smiled, nodding triumphantly. Either she was the stupidest girl in the village, or she was the best actress. Neither my face nor my threats seemed to have any effect on her.

“Thank you, my lady, you won’t regret it, my lady,” she said enthusiastically, making an elegant curtsey and finally disappearing from my sight.

I sighed, clutching my black veil in my hands, soaking it with the nervous sweat emanating from them. I looked at Angie, and she looked back at me, tilting her head like a poor puppy.

“What?” I asked the doll, who seemed to question me about something.

“You like her,” the doll hummed. I shook my head, with a nervous smile.

“Don’t talk nonsense,” I murmured, sighing after that strange conversation.

“You forget that I can read your mind,” the doll continued to insist and I will go with a fiery eye. Angie just laughed.

“She's a child,” I said, sitting back in my chair, denying to myself what that shameless part of my conscience was making me see.

It could be an illusion, the feeling that time had passed in just a blink of an eye, but little by little, I got used to this new life, one in which solitude was increasingly difficult to find.

Everywhere I went, there was (Y/N), doing whatever, with that smile that lit up when she saw me pass by. I ignored her for a while, thus showing my defeat in that dialectical battle that she won. It may not have been true, that her words were not stronger than mine. Maybe her beauty was the true winner of that dark afternoon.

I tried to continue with my boring life despite the presence of those bright eyes, those kind, helpful words, that elegant way of serving me and not lowering her gaze. She was a girl who only wanted to raise her two little brothers. It seemed like too much kindness for a place like this.

My words were scarce, but my thoughts were not. Every gesture, every word, every song she hummed while doing her chores was like a soothing balm for me.

Without wanting to, I found myself looking for her, knowing where she was at every moment, and pretending that I had to go there for some reason. Pride and silence were the two words that accompanied me, a fleeting glance that coincided with yours, that was our only contact.

But rather than admit my weakness for that girl, I preferred to remain calm, to stop chasing her in my thoughts, in my dreams. An obsession that I didn’t want suddenly appeared when, one afternoon, I was able to contemplate why she caught my attention.

“Oh, Lady Beneviento, would you like me to make you some tea?” she asked when I came up from my workshop. Embarrassed for not having been able to concentrate on my dolls, I walked past her, shaking my head, pretending to look for a book with which to stop my stupid thoughts, thoughts about her.

“No,” I answered dryly. She nodded and returned to her constant battle against the dust of the mansion.

A sigh escaped her lips, as if she was also fed up with that absurd wall I put between us. It was protection, not fear, I couldn't be afraid of a stupid mortal like her.

If only you hadn't done that...

Overwhelmed by the heat caused by fighting the dust I myself had accumulated due to my laziness for years, (Y/N) made an unexpected movement, one that caught my attention, forcing my gaze to rise from that boring book.

Silky, shiny hair fell down her shoulders. Her delicate hands combed it. I had never seen, or read anything similar, such a shiny mane, hands that seemed so fragile... At that moment I realized that Angie was right, but I refused to think that I had hired her for that reason.

Seeing that silky mane, I began to feel worse, to notice each and every one of her features. Eyes, nose, mouth, lips. Everything seemed fragile, and untouchable. Her pale skin always stood out through the sleeves of her dress. Not a defect, not a scar, not a mark.

It was as if someone had taken that little doll out of its packaging, as if it had never left that protective box.

At what point did I start comparing her to my dolls? No, not even they were so perfect, so devoid of defects, devoid of the marks that life leaves on them.

The non-existent relationship between us began to fade at the same time as my common sense did. I couldn't deny that I thought about her all the time, with or without light. I couldn't avoid talking to her so that voice, also soft, also lacking the vulgarity of the other villagers, would reach my ears.

She was like a captive specimen, one worthy of study, a bright light that refused to penetrate the darkness of her world, or my world. Finally, I ended up surrendering to the truth of my feelings. I liked (Y/N) and I saw no reason to continue denying it, but I did see a reason to slowly get closer to her.

“Where are you going, Donna?” Angie asked me, walking down the halls next to me. I rolled my eyes at the unbearable harassment of my doll, of myself.

 I had already admitted it. I admitted I liked her. I didn't have to be harassed all the time by that deranged part of my mind.

“To the kitchen,” I murmured, walking faster to lose sight of the puppet.

“Oh, to see our friend, huh?” the doll mocked, making me turn slowly, pressing my lips together.

I didn't answer, I simply continued on my way, the path of the sounds that came from the darkness of the basement.

Once again that melody, once again her soft humming entered my ears to soften my spirit.

“My lady,” (Y/N) said when she saw me enter. Her dress, once again rolled up, let me see on her skin the lack of details, the purity that transmitted the brightness of her paleness.

“(Y/N),” I answered, passing behind her, looking at that shiny hair gathered in a vulgar bun, preventing me from contemplating all its beauty.

“I was making some cakes for dessert,” she explained, with the purity of her hands now covered in flour.

My head then began to wonder what it would be like to sully that innocence with my caresses, a thought that I quickly removed from my mind, shaking my head slightly.

“You haven't put enough yeast,” I said with a frown, distracting my lust with another of my passions, cooking. She looked at me and then at that crumpled mass.

“Oh, maybe,” she said in a casual tone, searching for that object in the kitchen cupboards.

I, smiling at the sight of such erratic behavior, lacking in malice or fear, opened a cupboard, taking out the precious ingredient.

“Wow, it was there…” she said, with a gesture of embarrassment, reaching out her hand to take it, a hand that I pulled back jokingly. Since when did I feel like joking?

“You should focus on your work, you seem a bit distracted,” I said, I still don't know why. She smiled, finally taking the package.

“Yes, I… I'm sorry,” she said in a low voice, as if accepting a reprimand that wasn't such.

“It was a joke,” I said sighing, finding myself with serious difficulties for human relationships, something that shouldn't surprise me.

“Oh,” she sighed, confused, just like me.

“Can I help you?” I asked, wanting to forget that little awkward moment. I will never learn.

“Well, I have everything in control but…” she murmured, looking at that disastrous dough.

“Then I'm leaving,” I said, angrily.

Is this how I would react to her rejection? I was afraid to think about it.

“No, please, I mean, I could use a little help,” she corrected, grabbing my wrist. The heat of her touch penetrated my dress, freezing my breathing. It was a warm, comforting touch.

I nodded, pretending reluctance. She was still my maid, I couldn't think she was my friend or something, if I couldn't do it, how could I get to…? No, basta.

Together, we made the dough for those cakes again. The silence seemed tense, but it was calmed by her smiles. I returned them, without speaking, without saying anything, filling my hands with flour just like her, staining my skin just like her.

“You said you knew how to cook,” I commented amused, seeing the girl's confusion as she continued adding ingredients to the dough.

“I think I've proven it,” she said in that same cheerful tone, arching her eyebrows. I smiled, shaking my head. “But, I was never good at baking.”

“Why do you make cakes then?” I asked, standing behind her, helping her knead. That absurd conversation had made me forget where I was, how close I was to her fruity perfume, how much I could focus on her body, touch it...

“For you, my lady, Angie told me you liked them,” she murmured, nervous for some reason, maybe because of my uncomfortable proximity, maybe because of the fear of being fired for not meeting my expectations. What nonsense.

“Angie says a lot of things, huh?” I said, lowering my tone, speaking unintentionally too close to her ear, taking her hands, those soft hands that I had not had the pleasure of caressing, but that I had imagined every night.

A shy laugh escaped from her lips, letting herself be carried away by my touch, by my hands on hers. She sighed uneasily but relaxed at the same time. Maybe my sudden closeness made her uncomfortable. Maybe that blush on her cheeks had nothing to do with me.

“You see? Try to make gentle movements…” I sighed with the indelible smile that her presence conveyed to me, that closeness, her fruity smell, the untouchable softness of her hands.

I wondered if anyone had been lucky enough to caress that skin before me. A feeling of anger ran through my body at the thought that it could be like that.

“You have to let it rest,” I whispered again, with a soft tone, perhaps too soft. I wouldn't have been surprised if she had suddenly pulled away from my hold.

I was never careful with what I did. I never knew how to be careful. I just wanted not to scare her, to make her want to stay a little longer, just a little longer.

“Okay,” she said, letting the air out of her lungs, but without moving from that position, without letting my hands move away from hers. “Di, dinner is almost ready.”

“Good,” I said, doing what she didn't dare to do, moving away from her captivating presence, slowly leaving the kitchen, imagining over and over how many hands had done what I had, how many stupid people had come to walk that soft path of her skin

Doubt plagued me, jealousy began to cloud my mind, the judgment I had left. I was always possessive, firm in keeping what I considered mine. But, in the case that (Y/N) was mine, an unlikely case, how could I claim my property for a path that others had walked? I couldn't do it.

I'd have to get to know her better.

“Are you expecting visitors, my lady?” the young woman asked, coming up from the basement with dinner, looking curiously at the table I had set, a table with two glasses, two plates, four pieces of cutlery.

It wasn't a declaration of intent, but rather a sign of gratitude for not abandoning me, for not running away that day. Or so I wanted it to seem.

“No, (Y/N)” I said in my dry voice, one that reaffirmed the non-existent power I had over her. With a movement of my arm, I indicated for her to sit down. She looked at me strangely, surely with many questions and no clear answers.

“My lady, I...” she stammered, leaving dinner on the table, clueless, confused by that offer. Please, it wasn't so difficult to know what I intended, at least what I wanted to intend.

“You can have dinner in your room if you prefer,” I said in a tone that betrayed a certain fury, a certain fear of that rejection, one that you wouldn't even know you were doing.

“Do you want me to have dinner with you?” she asked even more confused, with that shy smile relaxing me, letting me know that it didn't seem like a bad idea to her.

“Yes,” I answered looking at her quickly, lighting a candle in the center of the table, keeping my true intentions far away.

“Fine,” she said, nodding, with the smile of unconsciousness complementing her beauty. “Thank you, my lady.”

“Donna,” I said, sitting down once her body was in front of mine, which was accommodated in that strange situation for her.

“Donna,” she repeated, confused by that informal way I wanted her to treat me. I didn't want to be her boss. I didn't want her to be my maid. If using my name was the closest thing to having her close, so be it.

“Come on, you're not working anymore, I don't need you to treat me like that,” I said amused, with a look that was perhaps too shameless, pouring some wine into her glass, which she looked at with distrust.

The dinner went by calmly, silently. I didn't say anything. I didn't dare to ask all those questions that clouded my mind, to take off the weight of thinking who could have been lucky enough to kiss her skin, to have those lips close, to walk the virgin path of her body, if it was that way.

“I thought you would ask me to go out tonight,” I commented, breaking the silence, increasingly uncomfortable. “Today is the harvest festival.”

“Oh, yes, well...” she murmured, lowering her gaze, as if something I had said had offended her. I couldn't believe I was that clumsy. “I don't feel like it very much.”

“Don’t you? Why is that?” I asked, controlling the abruptness of my voice. I was still not exactly charismatic. She simply smiled, sipping some of the wine I poured her.

A dark part of my mind wondered what would happen if she drank a bit more. I released those thoughts as soon as her posture relaxed, ready to talk.

“I don’t really like hanging out with my friends,” she said in a dry, somewhat sad tone. I frowned in curiosity. Maybe I could answer that question I had been asking myself, fantasizing about it for a while.

“Why?” I asked again, with the patience that betrayed my dark intentions. I just hoped that (Y/N) was as innocent as she seemed.

“Well, I… Well, guys are…” she commented, hesitating whether to bring up that topic, that topic I was so hoping for. “Annoying, you know.”

“No, I don’t know,” I said, pretending ignorance, pretending I didn’t know what she wanted to tell me.

“They’re always… Thinking about the same thing,” she said amused, blushing from the wine, or from embarrassment, I didn’t know. “Waiting for any opportunity to… Well, to…”

“Don't you have a boyfriend?” I asked, regretting it instantly. That dark part of my disturbed mind was starting to lose control and I, I allowed it.

“What? No,” she said, blinking in confusion, smiling uncomfortably.

I was making her uncomfortable and I… I didn't feel guilty, my gaze darkened.

“Do my questions make you uncomfortable?” I asked with a dark voice, studying her gestures, looking for the lie in that innocent smile.

“No, my la… Donna,” she said, not quite sure of her answer, looking down at her empty plate. The poor thing must have been thinking about the best way to escape. “I just haven't found the right person.”

Right for what?

“I'm convinced there's a huge line of guys waiting for you to choose them, you're beautiful,” I said whispering, pretending to be an accomplice, a friend, one who wanted to help her. I wasn't. I was her shadow, her worst enemy at that moment, she just didn't know it.

“Thank you,” she murmured, confirming that her blush wasn't due to the alcohol.

Interesting

“But I'm not interested in... Boys,” she said in a sigh, her hands shaking with fear, perhaps frightened by what that implied.

“I'm not surprised, you're an intelligent girl,” I said, amused, smiling sinisterly behind my glass of wine. The smile on my face must have given her some clue of my clumsy attempt to court her, but I was still clumsy.

“I don't think so, I just don't want to waste my life next to a brainless idiot, like almost everyone in the village do,” she explained, more relaxed, more uninhibited. She seemed more and more comfortable in my presence, but it was probably just my imagination.

“You're nervous,” I said, glancing at her trembling hand, one that contradicted the feeling of closeness expressed by her smile. “Do I make you nervous?”

She shook her head, her eyes moving away from mine, avoiding my gaze.

“No, I'm just embarrassed to talk about these things,” she said, taking a breath, grabbing her hand so it would stop shaking. “Everyone in the village thinks I'm stupid for... Well, for waiting for true love.”

“Waiting?” I asked curiously, surprised by that delicacy, by that childish thought of finding a love like the one in books. I confess that I also dreamed about that once. Maybe we had things in common.

“Yes, well, it's silly. I just want to be in love,” she said with a melancholic tone, with a fleeting look that quickly went back down to the table.

“I'm sure you'll feel that way someday,” I said, downplaying it, wanting to see that innocent smile again, but wondering why she avoided my gaze so much, why her hands kept shaking.

“Maybe I’m feeling that way right now,” she murmured, making me frown. I barely understood her, or I didn't want to-

“What did you say?” my abruptness scared her again. I saw how she bit her lip. I saw how her body moved unconsciously in the chair.

“I, I should go to sleep...” she stammered nervously, getting up from the chair, something that my instincts prevented making me got up quickly, grabbing her shoulder.

“Are you in love?” I asked, gaining shameless courage, approaching her ear. She trembled, her skin burning with shame, that skin I knew had not been defiled by unknown hands, only by mine.

“I don’t know,” she said with a broken voice, letting me get a little closer, my fingers running over her skin, tickling her.

I smiled, sensing a small victory, the successful approach I had towards her body. She smiled at me and moved away, it seemed like she was going to say something, but no words came out of her mouth, not a sound, only her steps walking towards the stairs expressed her nervousness for an unknown reason, which I wanted to know.

That night I couldn’t sleep. My head was spinning about my discoveries. To think that this young, beautiful, good girl had feelings for me was crazy, I couldn’t accept it, despite the obsession I felt for her.

But there was something, a revelation camouflaged in her words, in her gestures, one that made me sigh, that made my body tense. No, she had not been corrupted by the pleasures of the flesh. She was a doll that still remained in the window, waiting for someone to take her. Could I be that someone? Just thinking about it drove me crazy.

The days continued passing, and my approaches caused a small shock in the young woman. Always nervous, always trembling when my words reached her ear, when my hands went down her waist in a loving way, in an innocent way, innocent like her.

But not even her receptivity to my impudence could make me take the desired step, that my thoughts would stop being thoughts, and become reality. Maybe she thought I was stalking her, that I was playing with her.

But, if that were the case, wouldn't she have fled already? I didn't stop her, I didn't want to. If her mind was thinking about me, I couldn't stop it, manipulate it. Maybe I was making things too complicated.

One morning, like any other, I was working on my dolls, isolated from the world and from her, distracted by the smell of fresh paint, by the clothes on that porcelain so impure compared to her skin.

Imagining, daydreaming was always one of my favorite hobbies. When I met (Y/N) I couldn't help but do it more often. I imagined her smile, her hands, her hair dancing to the sound of soft music while my hands rested on her hips, on her skin, while exploring every hum of her purity.

None of that was enough when I finally knew what her touch felt like, how soft her glowing skin really was, her small, thin body, her tender gaze, the youth and innocence that her smile expressed.

But there was something else, something that prevented me from concentrating that morning. That visible innocence was also a real one. Her childish longing for true love had pushed her into solitude, into voluntary abstinence. I don't know why I wanted to know. Now I couldn't get it out of my head.

What would it be like to be the first to navigate her waters? To corrupt, to love, none of that could get out of my head. To take something pure, something innocent, and deform it in my hands, deform it to make her mine, so there would be no one else where no one had been. It was too exciting for someone like me.

“Cazzo…”  I cursed, dropping the brush, which trembled in my hand.

Those impure visions of her body being defiled by me were too unbearable. I couldn't concentrate, my mind wandered through her legs, her skin, her hair. I imagined holding that shiny mane while I finished off her innocence, while the moans took away her kind words and her dreams of remaining intact before knowing true love.

It wasn't the first time my body reacted to the stimuli of my mind, but that day maybe it was too much. I saved those moments for the nights, for when the light didn't illuminate my lust. Thinking about her, day after day, hour after hour, had made me become a sinful being, a being who wanted to take the light of her innocence with her, hoping to illuminate my own darkness.

I looked to one side, to the other. There was no one, no one who could interrupt the desires of my body. It was not the time, it was not the place, but it was her. Like an unbearable desire, one that asked again and again to be fulfilled, my own body surrendered to those images that my mind formed.

Wanting to end those thoughts, I thought it would be a good idea to give free rein to my needs, to focus my attention on my favorite doll and not on that impure porcelain. Slowly, I caressed my erection over the dress. A shiver ran through my body as I did so.

It was not my hand, it was hers, it was those soft hands covered in flour that touched my body, it was that vision of innocence broken by my caresses, that mark of power and position that meant being the first.

Not wanting to make me wait, I put my hand inside my dress, releasing the pressure between my legs, imagining her in a thousand and one ways, looking at her face of pleasure where it wasn't, imagining her moans even though I'd never heard them.

I didn't want to rush, but I didn't want to wait either. Just thinking that my hands could be hers made me almost force myself to moan while I discreetly masturbated. Nothing, neither her youth nor her kindness made me stop. I wanted to continue, I wanted to imagine what it would be like to make love to a girl like her, a girl without bad thoughts, feeling only the pleasure the image of true love formed in her mind.

I murmured her name several times. I pretended with my soft movements a desired intrusion, a conquest of a virgin territory, planting my flag on her summit, taking her to the top, making her not want anyone else to do it.

The end was near, I could feel it. My movements stopped being soft, my hand moved quickly and my body was agonizing to be released. The sound of the workshop door startled me, bringing me back to my dolls, away from the image of her naked and desecrated body, desecrated by me…

“Donna? Can I come in?” It wasn't my imagination, it wasn't my murky thoughts.

It was her voice echoing off the basement walls. Sweating, I wiped my forehead and put my shame back in its place, not knowing if I wanted to scream, or smile when I knew it was her.

“Of, of course,” I said trembling, closing my eye so my excitement would relax, so my lust wouldn't corrupt her voice.

She entered slowly, carrying a plate in her hands, with a triumphant smile, approaching me.

 No, don't get so close, I'll end up losing control…

“Look, the cakes are ready,” she said gracefully, coming closer irremediably, showing me a plate full of those steaming sweets. I looked at her and smiled nervously, something she noticed right away, relaxing her expression. “Are you okay? You’re sweating…”

Her brow furrowed as she noticed my agitated expression and she ran a soft hand over my forehead, checking my temperature. I hoped I wouldn’t give myself away.

“You’re really hot,” she commented. “Are you feeling sick? Are you having a crisis?”

My breathing sighed unpleasantly. I wish she hadn’t had to deal with my psychoses, I wish she hadn’t had to. After all, I’m not okay in the head, and I’m ashamed that she knows it.

“I’m, I’m okay,” I said nervously, moving her hand away from my face, something I didn’t think through. Her touch was still soothing, comforting. “They smell good,” I said, faking a smile, reaching out to grab one of those steaming cakes.

Maybe that way I’d stop thinking about biting you.

“Wait, wait, they just came out of the oven,” she said, stopping my hand with a soft blow, making me step back with a somewhat dark look, one I couldn't avoid when someone dared to contradict me. “Let me do it.”

With those soft, pure hands, (Y/N) took one of the pastries, blowing on it with those addictive lips, before bringing her hand closer to me so I could take a bite. I don't think I even knew where I wanted to take a bite, and it was better that way.

My mouth was filled with the sweetness of the cream, which, accompanied by her bright and expectant eyes, formed a mess in my head, bringing back those images that I shamefully pushed aside when she appeared to bother me in my lust.

The sweet taste, just as I thought her lips were, the soft touch of butter, how I imagined her bare skin would feel to my touch. That whole innocent moment turned into something unbearable, erotic.

“How is it? Is it good?” she asked, fidgeting nervously, waiting for my answer, which was taking too long to arrive.

I, tired of imagining, tired of not knowing how to read her mind, of not being able to cross that ocean that separated me from her feelings, stood up, savoring that sweet cream, imagining things I don’t regret.

Under her confused gaze, I acted, taking the plate of cakes from her, leaving it on the table where I pretended to work on my dolls. My mischievous hands traveled to her face, trapping it between them, not letting it escape.

I pulled slowly, but agitatedly, with my breathing rising and falling in my chest. I didn’t think about it, I did not even stop to look at her face. I simply let myself go, crashing my lips against hers, savoring that sweetness that I so longed for.

(Y/N) remained motionless, my mouth devouring hers, but she did nothing. Maybe I had gone completely crazy, but I didn't want to stop anymore. Her lips were the best of ambrosias, especially knowing that mine were the first.

“It's delicious,” I whispered in her ear, running my hand through her hair, releasing that ridiculous bun, the one that hid the beauty of her shiny hair. Her gaze dropped to my lips, her mouth half open thinking what to say to my unbridled attitude.

She looked at me for a moment, before closing those bright eyes and throwing herself at my lips, surprising me, making me sway on the spot.

What did that kiss mean? I didn't know, nor did I want to know. I just wanted to continue, to continue enjoying that fruity sweetness.

“Donna, I...” she murmured, moving away from my hungry lips, from my desire caressing her skin. She seemed hesitant, but she made no effort to move away.

“Stai zitto,” I said, abruptly, with that dark voice that said there was nothing that could stop me, not when I was so close to defiling the paradise that was your body.

“Please, I just, I just want to know if…” she insisted, putting both hands on my chest so my kisses would leave her alone, something that made me groan. She had to be mine. I had to be the first.

“You want this, don't you?” I asked with false confidence, seeing in her beautiful eyes a veiled approval. She lowered her gaze, relaxing her hands on my chest, slowly lowering them, investigating the unknown corners of her innocence.

“I just want to know if you love me as much as I do, if I can give myself my heart without you breaking it after… Breaking me,” she murmured, with a tear running down her face. I picked it up, removed that symbol of sadness from her perfect, pure face, one that would stop being so as soon as her stupid doubts allowed me to.

“I don't intend to break you,” I said, caressing her cheek, lifting her chin so her eyes looked at me, so my chest could feel that pang of pleasure looking at her gaze. “I just want to make you mine.”

“Are you doing it because you want to? Do you love me too? I need to know, Donna, please,” she insisted, pushing my hand away.

Love, I hadn't stopped to think about that. My obsession and my lust had been stronger, hiding deep in my soul that innocent, noble feeling, that feeling of love, of being in love. There would only be one way to know it, breaking that innocence that, against all odds, I was in love with.

“I do it because I want to, and because I love you,” I said, sure of my feelings.

Confused feelings, ones I hadn't thought about. Her smile returned to her perfect face, her hands wandered around my waist. My kisses clouded her doubts again. The hungry gasps of my desire silenced her possible protests. A girl like (Y/N), innocent, pure, was being seduced by the face of evil, by a monster like me, pretending to take what was so precious to her. No declarations of love, no nice words. None of that was enough reason for my body to stop asking me to take hers.

With a sudden movement, I took her in my arms, moving all those impure dolls out of the way from the table. Now she was my doll, one that would no longer be prettier than porcelain, one that would no longer be a new doll, she would be my doll, only mine.

“Please, be gentle,” she asked when my hands went up the path of her virgin legs, along those paths that I walked, those places where no one had ever been.

A part of me took pity on her trembling body, forcing me to nod with a sigh. I said nothing else, she said nothing else.

My lips, my tongue, dominated her skin, marking her in an incessant, dominant way. She was mine, she always would be. I would be the first and the last to desecrate the perfect shine of her skin, of her lips.

My hands were thinking otherwise, reaching that silent goal that I imagined every night, that wetness that I never thought I would feel in someone as pure as her. She was mine. She would be mine. That wetness my fingers felt only made me close my eye, moaning for the most intense feeling in life, anticipation.

Now I feel that I could have done more, that I could have loved that girl as she deserved and not as an object to break, to paint with the brush of my lust. At that moment I didn't think about it. There was only one thing I wanted, and that was her, it was her body.

After caressing her wetness, moving my fingers around her clit, I decided that playtime was over, that it had to be done before something stopped her from continuing. But there was still an obstacle to avoid, something that she might not imagine, despite having lived with me for so long.

The pressure on my underwear was released by my hand, thus displaying my shameful desire for that purity between her legs, a wet, reddish, hot purity. She moaned, just as I imagined she did, shyly. I wondered if she had ever touched herself. That made me more nervous, studying those mischievous eyes that went down between my legs.

“You're not surprised,” I murmured, confused for not seeing an ounce of fear or disgust in her features. My fingers continued to work on her folds while my other hand massaged my trembling erection, upset for not having been able to free itself as it would have wanted. Nonsense, that was much better, the moment that was about to come, was much better.

(Y/N) shook her head, an expression of terror forming in her eyes.

“It is going to hurt?” she asked, watching my hand playing with my body, calming that anxiety to break that purity.

I didn't know what to say. I figured there was no need to lie. Even if the truth made her want to run away, I wasn't going to allow it, not when I was that close.

“Maybe,” I answered passively, moving a little closer, making my body match hers, my shaft impregnated with her wetness.

I could see a confused expression on her face, eyes closed, squeezed to resist any temptation to leave. My conscience attacked me again, just when the tip was already bordering her entrance. I sighed, bringing my hand to her cheek, forcing her eyes to look at me.

“If you really want it, you'll have to hold on,” I said, perhaps being the opposite of what I wanted to be for her. I didn't want to be a predator, an evil woman. I wasn't forcing her, she loved me.

“It's okay... Just, just hold my hand,” she murmured, playing with my now free hand, looking at me with fear, but also with desire. I couldn't help but smile when I could see that lust in her eyes, that lust she felt for the first time, with me.

Gentleness was not something I could use on that occasion. I didn't want to cause her pain, I didn't want to, but I couldn't help it. Corrupting her purity wasn't easy, but it was something I wanted.

As my erection began to sink into her depths, I could feel her hiss of pain, the movements of her body wanting to escape the intruder. I did as she asked, hold her, comfort her while my mind felt an unimaginable relief. It had been me. I took her innocence, something I would never get back.

“Does it hurt, tesoro?” I asked, slowly adjusting myself, repressing the moans I felt as I felt her walls stretch when I entered her completely. (Y/N) nodded, squeezing her eyes shut, relieved by my soft caresses.

The sensation drove me crazy, it was much better than anything I had experienced before. That tightness, that shy and embarrassing wetness, that intense embrace with which my erection felt hugged, pressed…

There was nothing better, there could be nothing better. Once, I could only experience that tight embrace once. I did not deny myself the pleasure, I stopped caring about her pain, one that would soon disappear, that was already doing so, something I could see from her increasingly relaxed expressions.

“I'm going to move, okay?” I said, not as a question, but as a threat, a statement that would be fulfilled, whether her wanted it or not.

She, surprisingly, nodded, letting a moan escape from her lips that was less shy, something that made me smile, something that made the pleasure I already felt intensify.

My hips moved slowly, sliding inside her body, conquering that lonely place, that place that no one had reached. I was the one doing it, I was the one moaning when I was inside her body, when I felt her innocent walls stop being innocent, holding me tightly and preventing me from moving as fast as I wanted.

“Donna,” she moaned, letting my hand go, a hand she had previously held tightly. I continued with my movements, covering her virgin body with lust, enjoying the sensations that being inside of her caused me. “I, I feel… It feels… Good…”

Those words only served to embolden my hips, to make my moans more intense. I closed my eye, the only way to not get carried away too much. I was defiling her, I wanted to enjoy it, not let the rush take away the pleasure in the same way that I took away her innocence.

I couldn't be completely sure, but her movements also accompanied mine, as if a part of her, long hidden, had come out at that moment, had covered her sweet thoughts with a dark, wet, sticky lust.

A gasp left her lips, her whole body tensed, succumbing to my movements, to my gentle, but firm thrusts, to the caresses of my hands on her body. I noticed it, I noticed how her walls danced with my shaft, how they gripped it mercilessly, preventing me from moving, leaving me a moment to enjoy her first orgasm, the one I caused, and that only I would cause.

I moved, giving myself a moment to enjoy her first orgasm, the one I caused, and that only I would cause.

With her relaxed body and her gaze begging for more, I stopped being so subtle, I let my body, the dark side of my head to take control. The gasps replaced the soft moans. The sound of her wetness being defiling reached my ears like a signal, like the soft melody that announces an apotheotic end.

With one last thrust, at last, I released myself, I did it inside of you, without asking you, I didn't want to hear a protest, a complaint, I wanted it to be like that, to remain inside of her. I wanted my wetness would slide down your legs, I wanted that feeling of making you mine to be so intense, to be indelible for your body.

“Donna,” (Y/N) said when my breathing relaxed, when I stopped looking at my seed slipping out of her body. I couldn't say how long I was contemplating the masterpiece of my desire, what I caused in her innocence.

“Mm,” I murmured, smiling tenderly, grateful for this opportunity she had offered me. “Do you regret this?” I asked a nervously, not knowing how to interpret her look.

She shook her head and I sighed in relief. I didn't want to be a monster. I just wanted your innocence, your soul, your heart.

“No, I…” she stammered, crawling out of my now soft shaft with an obscene sound. “I love you.”

“I love you,” I answered, unsure of what those words meant to her.

“You are my true love.”

[nancynancydrewdrewdrew]

Honestly I find the character of Colin/Justin and the way he is handled to be disgusting, especially in a game meant for young girls. When I was a kid playing the Phantom of Venice, I didn't really notice anything wrong with him, and even thought that he might have been there as a cute boy character for the fans to like, like Henry from CRY or Dave from SHA. I never LIKED him, but if you were on the message boards at the time I'm sure you remember how nearly all the Alternate Endings paired Nancy with him, and so I figured that was the function he was meant to serve in the game.

The problem that I'm seeing now playing this game as an adult (and like, honestly I've replayed it when I was an older teenager and didn't pick up on it so yikes) is that that IS what the game is treating him as. Nancy and Helena have a conversation about how he's boring, but cute, and he has an attractive air of mystery. This isn't something I'm reading into, that is literally the text of the conversation. The problem is that is absolutely NOT what he is, and so I've compiled here a list of Yikes (tm) moments that go directly against this characterization. I am going to put it under a read more bc it ended up a lot longer than I meant it bc I don't self edit and I wanna save your dashboards, but I know the clue crew likes to read lol so get ready:

1. LITERALLY your first interaction with him--he assumes Nancy shares all of his same interests because he finds her attractive, and bullies her into going along with what he wants. If she says that she is not interested (like I chose) he gets upset with her, and Nancy responds by placating him and saying that no, she actually WAS interested in tesserae! And he won't be nice until she literally begs him to show them to her. Then, after he gets what he wants, when she understandably says "that's nice but I have to go", he begins to INSULT her and once again she responds by falling over backwards to get him to like her again

This is harmful to young girls for a number of reasons, namely that a) Colin views Nancy as an object to project his own fantasies on to and becomes upset when she is a real person with her own interests, and b) It shows that NANCY is in the wrong for hurting his feelings, and it is her responsibility, not his, to make him feel better. There is something to be said for placating a dangerous situation until you can get out, but that is not the case here and Colin isn't being violent, he's just being a dick 2. He is SO UPSET at the fact that Nancy has a boyfriend! This is a point that comes up multiple times in the game, and was a jumping off point for many people on the message boards to ship him with Nancy. He has known Nancy for mere hours when he starts being pressed about this. This is not cute and romantic. This is very weird. He should not feel ownership over a girl he met so recently, and the game just treats it as a "haha, Colin is so funny" type of situation, when it is super predatory and gross.

3. The whole thing with the sausages--he gifts Nancy tainted sausages (which I fully do admit was not his intention, he was just trying to win her over with gifts which is a whole different thing I'm not getting into), and sends them with a signed card. Then, when Nancy asks about them, he lies and says it wasn't from him. Then, when Nancy points out it absolutely was, he is upset again. This whole thing is just so weird, and he acts like it's Nancy's fault for trying to figure it out rather than his fault for not telling the truth.

4.The absolute shift in his demeanor and tone when the bulb goes out in his microscope is insane. He starts yelling and berating Nancy for something completely out of her control, and when she's like it's just the bulb he's like hee hee sorry lol oopsies! Do this work for me now! And Nancy DOES it! Like that was a totally normal request after a totally normal interaction! This was annoying when I was a kid, but now that I'm an adult and recognize this as an actual abusive tactic that many men use to paint themselves as still good guys while flying off the handle it leaves a really sour taste in my mouth.

5. Why does he leave the note when he leaves the Ca on Nancy's bed??? There are so many other places to put it, like his desk, her desk, the coffee table, etc... that aren't as creepy as "this guy you've known for two days is fucking around with your bed" 6. Okay Helena says he's cute and sorry bro but that is just not the case. I'm being mean here and it doesn't really have a point that aligns with the post I'm making but let me dunk on him for a second--he has fucking Justin Timberlake ramen hair that wasn't a good look when it was popular in 1999 and it certainly wasn't popular at the time the game came out. He looks like he auditioned for N*sync and got cut first round and made it his whole personality As parting thoughts, I understand that there is a degree of Nancy trying to keep her suspects happy and unsuspecting at play. What I don't love, however, is that there are multiple conversations in the game where Colin is treated as annoying, but harmless. Because to me, that sends a very dangerous message to girls about what behaviors are acceptable for men to have towards women, and how they are meant to respond. I might be blowing smoke out of my ass here, because I played this game as a kid and didn't notice anything wrong until I was an adult, so it might not be a problem. But on the other hand, I also didn't see any problem with his behavior other than, like the game says, he was kind of annoying. So do with that what you will.

Also there is a lot of gross "save the children" rhetoric these days where they pick and choose benign things to focus their anger on rather than look at things that are actually harming children, and I hope I didn't come off that way in this post. My point is, even if you take away my points about harmful messaging to kids, I think Colin is a creep lol

[theragethatisdesire]

i’m sorry ur not feeling well 🥺💗 sending you positive vibes tonight!!

for the slumber party plz tell me allll about your favourite character that you don’t currently write about 🙊 i wanna hear all the secret deets

HEY TIFFFFF i appreciate it :( i hope i'm not like being annoying venting on here i'm just so miz and i know my irls are sick of hearing it lolol anyways!!!!

okay my current obsession is gojo. and bc i haven't actually started the fic yet, i don't technically write for him often, only per request. does that count? idk i wanna talk ab gojo lol

just gonna throw everything below a cut because idk where i'm headed with this. minors stay away!

this is like, canonical, but gojo's so fucking annoying LMAO like i just know he is the most obnoxious, can't-sit-still, sarcastic asshole on the planet. he really makes it hard to love him sometimes.

this....is not a spoiler for a fic i'm def not writing (wink wink) but i just don't think gojo could really properly fall for someone who was not powerful. like i think part of his distance from others is his (admitted) narcissism that is somewhat well-earned considering he is....gojo fucking satoru. he needs someone that is at least somewhat towards the top of their ranks in whatever they do.

i also feel like gojo would be encouraging to a fault? like always pushing you further towards your goals, stepping in obnoxiously if your boss doesn't notice you've been working your ass off for a promotion (again, annoying). like he won't rest until you've made progress.

gojo also gets baby girl-ified WAY too much

like hear me out

we see him through the eyes of the kids/around his students in most of s1, and that's not to say he doesn't have the potential to be a playful, lighthearted person *when he wants to be*

but remember that scene of him talking to the jujustu higher-up where the guy tells him to watch his mouth and gojo laughs in his fucking face??

he's an egotistical, all-powerful, ballsy maniac. like gojo is not braiding your hair and cooing in your ear 24/7.

he is slowly backing you into a wall and taking what he wants from you. like sorry he just is.

also gojo strikes me as someone who is ....nasty. like, blood and knife play, gun play, psychopathic kind of nasty in the bedroom. idk if i would personally ever write that, but he's been through so much and seen so much gore you know that that's fucked with his....tastes, so to speak

i do think however that gojo would be absolutely devoted to his partner

like it would take him forever to come around and accept that he now felt responsible for protecting yet another person and that he had accidentally formed a connection (i see gojo as also having a very weird relationship with his humanity vs. his divinity but more on that another time)

but once he's around? he's in it for life. i mean, even if you don't ship stsg, you must acknowledge that gojo has never been willing to truly let geto go. he couldn't kill him, refused to believe geto had done that even though geto was showing signs of deteriorating mentally.

he's the same way with his partner. good luck breaking up with gojo because it's going to be a years long process.

gojo loves someone who can push back at him. he doesn't want an entirely submissive partner (kinda like eren!)

he likes someone who will put him in his place, has a sharp tongue, isn't afraid to stand up for themselves or others.

love language is absolutely gift-giving like that man has to spoil his partner he can't help it

size kink. turns his infinity on mid-sex to punish you. wants to have sex where he stands overlooking tokyo in the s1 opening. always takes the blindfold off during sex. huge public sex guy. i said what i said. it's hard being correct.

i could literally go on for HOURS tiff you have no idea the grip this man has on me. i cannot wait to write this fic!!!!!!!! ah!!!!!

thanks for coming to my slumber party lovie kisses from me to u :)

[orbitalpirate]

I was tagged by the brilliant incredible awe-inspiring endlessly-talented wonderful @sighonaraa in the following tag game, thank you so much <3

(All Ted Lasso works referenced can be found in my pinned Tumblr post I'm too lazy to add all the links)

1. How many works do you have on ao3

17 (when did it get that high????)

2. What's your ao3 word count?

71,560

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Currently Ted Lasso.... though something else might be in the works

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Daft Pretty Boys (multiship)

All Night (Always) (jan/richard)

Am I So Obvious? (Jan/Richard)

I Wanna Deserve You (Jan/ Richard)

Burning Like There's Always Been (Jan/Richard)

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

No because I am so bad with compliments and I'm worried me being all bashful and saying "noo I'm bad" is annoying lol

6. Whats the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Probably back when I wrote Dungeons and Daddies fic (which I don't know if I'll ever return to sorry to my followers from that Era but maybe??) My fic A Boy Of Disparate Parts is pretty soul crushing to me

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

It's between I Wanna Deserve You and Am I So Obvious? but I'd probably give it to AISO

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Not in a while, I've had some homophobes send me anon asks before but I don't let it bother me, I always answer with kindness and education and it kind of takes the wind out of their sails

9. Do you write smut and if so what kind?

So I tried to write a poly smut scene once and got so embarrassed I abandoned it BUT I am considering it again so we'll see

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've ever written?

I'm writing my 1st one ever now bc an anon requested it and I enjoy having fun lol

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Yep. Long story. I worked it out though.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

No but I would be so honored lol

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before

I have an old ao3 account that was me and my sister writing an anime group chat fic together. It is very cringe but we had fun.

14. What's your all time favorite ship?

This is so cringe but I have a pinterest board dedicated to basically every ship I've ever had and I welcome anyone who wishes to explore it lol. The ship I come back to the most is Jenson and Cougar from the comic The Losers so probably that

15. What's a wip you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

My abandoned fic for Dungeons and Daddies. I had so many ideas but then I got so so far behind in the podcast and I can't write without being caught up and it feels like I lost the chance to continue it

16. What are your writing strengths?

I am bad at being nice to myself but I like to think I'm a funny writer

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Too much of my greatest strength. That was a joke. It's a lot of things.

18. Thoughts is writing dialog in another language for a fic?

Do whatever you want forever. I've experimented with form while writing bilingual characters and I think there's no one right way to do this

19. First fandom you ever wrote for?

This is so embarrassing but when I was 13 I wrote rpf on Wattpad for YouTubers Jack and Dean

20. Favorite fic you've ever written

Rubberband Man has truly been such a wonderful journey for me and I can't wait for you all to see where it goes next <3

Tagging @fanficfanattic @yorkshire-rockchick and @carolinemathildes no pressure <3

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[sat0sugu-angst]

Hiiii🥰🥰 idk if you're open to a request but I saw this on TikTok and couldn't stop thinking about it. https://vm.tiktok.com/ZMFpcUbkm/

It was just so cute how he reacted and I wanted to see if you could recreate it, it's okay if you can't or don't want to. But if you do could you do it with mha characters like bakugo and shoto.

Thank you 😊

a/n: omg LMAO this trend has me dead bc if my mans isn't a chismoso like me I don't want him 🤣🤣 ty for the request!

MHA Reacting to Drama Prank

included: bakugo, shoto, denki, kirishima, mina, jirou

cw: humor, fluff, established relationships

Bakugo

Is obnoxious in trying to figure out what's going on but won't admit he wants the tea

Like if he's cooking dinner and you're in the living room he'll peek his head around the corner. Then he'll call and ask you to come to the kitchen for something unrelated (and something he totally could've gotten himself) then casually jut his chin to the phone in your hand w his brow quirked.

Normally you at least give him a name so he knows who you're talking to/about but since it's a prank you just keep going off about wild shit that didn't even happen and you can tell he's getting frustrated but he isn't gonna ask again because he's tryna convince himself it's not a big deal

Will get pissed eventually and send you away (💀) and then over dinner he'll be all huffy and petty bc you didn't include him

When you reveal its a prank he's so embarrassed and just calls you an idiot

But it's okay because his cheeks are totally pink with how he's blushing 😊

Will not let you post it anywhere (but it doesn't stop you from showing your friends when he's not around

Shoto

It's easy to talk to shoto because he's kinda quiet so, you'd definitely talk to him about workplace and friend group gossip on a regular basis

Definitely thinks about said gossip a lot, and comes up with theories based on the bits and pieces he hears, so when you do this prank and talk about "I can't believe he said that" and "she better do this" he's filling in the blanks himself and it's just wild conspiracies

He's asking questions that are so off base that you can't help but break character and laugh

Is so confused and continues to ask what the chisme is even after you tell him it was a prank 🤣

Like when he sees the video you post he'll ask you what the tea was 💀 like bb no

Denki

Is also obnoxious in trying to figure it out, but also will beg for secrets and promise he won't tell (he will. He's terrible at keeping secrets)

Like he'll hang off you and whine about how you don't tell him anything (which you don't because he'll just tell everyone)

Will be upset n petty for like 10 minutes then get over it so you don't even have to tell him it was a prank 💀

Kiri

Will stop everything he's doing and stare at you with wide eyes, occasionally mouthing questions because he wants to be apart of the chisme so bad but he doesn't wanna interrupt.

Fully holds onto the fact that he knows you'll tell him everything once you hang up but he's also so impatient because the way you're talking the tea is scorching

It's so endearing how good he's being that you can't even commit to it for long without laughing.

He'll be confused but then laugh and he'll share the video everywhere once you post it

(Kiri would so be the best tiktok bf I just know it)

Mina

Is suspicious because there is rarely tea you don't share with her, good luck successfully playing this prank

She just kinda looks at you, trying to piece things together from what you're saying

When you eventually cave she almost immediately realizes she's being pranked

Is super cute about it too

She just laughs and she'd probs give you a kiss on the cheek bc she knows she's on camera and this is her moment 💖

Jirou

Fully pretends she's not listening, but is unaware of the fact that you can tell she's gone absolutely still and her audio jacks are aimed right at you

Please spill the tea for her lmao

Will be a little embarrassed when she realizes it's a prank but mostly she's just annoyed there's not actual tea 🤣

a/n: omg I'm sorry I've been MIA it's been insane w the holidays 😅 but here's a little hc req to celebrate 800 followers 🎊 to say thanks for all of the support!! I rlly do appreciate all the love 💕

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[mlmxreader]

Hello again! As always, hope all is good with you.

Mea culpa for the 50th ask today but the second I saw you roll up on my dash, and the fact that it was a part 2 to Feisty, I just had to read it immediately 😅.

"Genuinely, go shit in your hands and clap," you huffed, daring to smile to yourself.

😍😍😍😍 I love them with all my freaking heart. Are you smiling??? 👀 we catching some feelings there? 🤭

Alfie leaned forward, tilting your newspaper down slightly so that you had to look at him. "I can see you smilin' there, treacle, c'mon. Admit you like me."

AHHHHH!!! Have to do no such thing, but also yeah, yup, yes we really freaking do, but will we admit that to you, ABSOLUTELY fucking not.

"I'd rather get a hot poker shoved up my arse," you scoffed. "You can fuck off."

Genuinely took a spit take when I read this line. Like what a reply 🤣! This reader by far has to be one of my all time favorites for the reader inserts I've read for Alfie (and I've read pretty much all of them). Like I absolutely cannot with how much I love them. Not only do they not put up with shit but they fully could not give a rads ass that they are speaking like this to THE King of Camden Town. Badass through and through.

"If you must," you sighed. "If you have to annoy me constantly."

"I ain't makin' that promise," Alfie laughed. "You're too charmin' and fuckin' feisty for me to stop annoyin'."

Cheeky but fully honest. Get you a manz that can do both, simultaneously 😂.

You leaned into the touch a little, but not enough to let him think that you liked him. Of course you didn't.

Phesh, of course not. Very convincing. For flipping sure. 👀😉. Don't worry, your secret is safe with me. Hehehe.

Having to sit on his lap to patch up the wound, huh? Okay, okay. Yup. That's good. Approved. Everything seems perfectly fine here.

"Y'know," he mused. "I really fuckin' do like you."

Oh my goodness, like actually I don't even know how to properly thank you for this! Like I said earlier, this is for sure one of my favorite reader inserts for Alfie. They are just as stubborn as the Mad Baker and that crack wipe of a tongue... yeah they have my whole heart. It's so refreshing to see a reader like this, seriously, thank you so much because it actually allowed me to see myself in the insert in a way that I've not felt in many other works.

Like really, you have no idea what it means that you accepted and wrote these requests, genuinely, from the bottom of my heart, thank you oh so very much 🖤🖤🖤.

🐍anon

LISTEN, IF YOU WANNA SEND 5O ASKS A DAY? YOU ARE ABSOLUTELY MORE THAN WELCOME TO DO SO!!!! GENUINELY, GO FOR IT!!!!!

"why are you smiling 🤨🤨🤨🤨" WE KNOW WHY, C'MON. GIVE EM ANOTHER 1K THEY'LL BE SNOGGING BEHIND THE NEWSPAPER SHOP

reader is so stubborn you literally wouldn't be able to beat it out of them that they like Alfie even a LITTLE BIT 😭😭

listen, they are a small business owner in 1920s Camden - they do not have TIME to deal w Alfie's shit. they have a business to run and employees to look after, Alfie is NOT a priority for them!

the more the reader bites at him, the more Alfie's drawn in so it's literally a case of "they're so mean... I love them." - bullying is their love language 🫶🏻

they sat on his lap bc of "the angle" like uh-huh. and I drink Monster bc I like the taste and not the caffeine content, c'mon. the Nile is a river in Egypt.

Idek how to respond just know that I would absolutely die for you, anon, and I would put John Wick to shame to defend you 🫶🏻

[behindthewanderlust]

Hello! You popped up on my feed and I see you don't seem to have any requests yet, so I decided to try and help fill the requests void a little bit! ♡

Could I get some headcanons for the band with an s/o who loves affection, but rarely initiates it because they don't wanna bother anyone so sometimes they just kinda sit somewhere quietly for a while until the band members figure out the deal is? Thanks in advance!

Thank you SO much for sending in my first request. I’m still learning how to write these four, so I apologize if it isn’t the best.

This came out later than I wanted. Tumblr deleted the post and I had to rewrite some things T-T

But it’s here! I apologize for the wait

Hope you enjoy!!

Possible trigger warning for mentions of anxiety

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Russel Hobbs

As much as he loves affection, Russ enjoys having his personal space

You knew this, and were afraid that your affection may be making him feel uncomfortable or annoyed

You started to withdraw from Russ in an attempt to make him more comfortable in your relationship. You initiating kisses, hugs, cuddle sessions, etc., was far and few in between

He's not the most clingy guy so he wouldn't notice your behavior at first.

He just assumed that you were just like him!

As time went on, though, he began to pick up on something that was going on

Always a firm believer in communication, Russ would sit you down and ask you why you've been initiating less and less, if he's done anything to make you uncomfortable, and all that jazz.

Once he found out your reasoning, he hugged you tight

He told you that his misses your affection

And that just because he isn't one who wants to be touched 24/7, it doesn't mean he doesn't want your affection at all

Reassures you that although he does enjoy time to himself, it doesn't mean you're annoying or bugging him in anyway!

The two of you came up with a plan to communicate better so a situation like this wouldn't pop up again

He'd make sure to tell you if he wasn't up for contact so you'd be less worried about bothering him

You also promised to come to him if you felt this way, instead of withdrawing

When you two finished talking, he invited you to grab a bite to eat :)

2D

Probably the most clingy and affectionate out of all members

Bc of this, he'd pick up on what was going on quickly

May not know the exact reason for your withdrawal, but immediately notices you doing it

Confusion pops up first, followed by anxiety

He thought your relationship was going pretty well..?

He began to wonder if you weren't feeling well

Or if you weren't in the mood for physical touch

Or if you had been tired recently

Or if he did something to make you upset

Or if you didn't like holding him anymore

Or if you fell out of love with him

Or if-

Okay okay I'll stop but the point is, 2D does nothing but overthink the situation

He'd probably (unknowingly) start to initiate less and less himself!

Which would probably leave you confused

Now you're both confused and overthinking messes

You'd probably be the one who starts the conversation

Asking him why he's been looking so anxious and deep in thought recently

And then he just spills

Asking if he did something to make you upset

Why you've withdrawn from him

If you still even love him

And you immediately feel bad because you withdrew initiation because you didn't want to be a bother

And now he's upset!

It felt like a complete and total backfire on your end

You explained to him that you didn't want to bother him, so you started to initiate contact less

And he just looks at you like "WHAT???"

You already know how affectionate 2D is, so he's quick to knock those thoughts out your head

He just latches onto you and doesn't want to let go

He loves holding you

He loves when you hold him

He makes sure to repeat this over and over to you

He doesn't want you feeling like you're a bother

He needs you and your affection

Noodle

I hc her to be extremely observant

I feel like you have to be if you grew up the way she did

So l'd imagine she'd be the quickest out of all the members to catch on to what you were doing

And why you were doing it

She just didn't know how to bring it up without sounding confrontational

It was a conversation topic she did have to sit on for a few days

She did feel more and more lonely each day she didn't talk to you about what was going on

Noodle missed the hugs and cuddles :(

Don't get me wrong, she still gave you her love and affection, it just didn't feel right without you doing the same

She decided to talk to you during one of your movie nights

You had sat on the opposite side of the couch instead of sitting next to her like you usually do

So Noodle walked over to sit next to you

She told you she's noticed you initiating less contact

And that she assumes why you're doing it

And you confirm her assumptions - you don't want to be bother

Her face softened when she found out she was right

She felt awful knowing you were afraid of bothering her

The whole conversation was basically Noodle asking you questions

How long have you felt this way?

Was there anything I did or said to make you feel like you were a bother?

Why didn't you come to me about this earlier?

Bare with her, she hates seeing you feel this way

You answered all her questions thoroughly, apologizing for withdrawing

She asked for you to communicate with her more and come to her when you feel like this, which you agreed to

You asked her for some cuddles while you watched your movie and Noodle agreed, suddenly remembering that it was your movie night Imao

Murdoc Niccals

Murdoc isn’t the most affectionate guy

It just something he wasn’t used to

So you’re the one who initiated most of sfw contact

You learned that he didn’t like being affectionate in front of the band

So contact was mostly kept in his room or in the Winnebago

He found out he liked cuddling. He liked when you played with his hair

But he wouldn’t initiate it, that was on you

He would sometimes drop hints that he wanted to be hugged and you would pick up on it

He was finally comfortable enough to hold your hand

And he’d sometimes ask you to sit next to him while he played his bass

Since you mostly initiated, Murdoc noticed when you started to withdraw from him

Cue the internal panic

He hasn’t had many good things in life

Your relationship is probably his first serious one

And he’s afraid of fucking it all up

Not one to beat around the bush, he’s quick to confront you

He asks you not to leave him

And you’re like, “what makes you think I’m leaving??”

You’re told that you’ve been withdrawing a lot, so he assumed you were done with him

You tell Murdoc that you aren’t leaving, you just initiated less because you didn’t want to bother him

He has this “ohhhh” moment or realization

He appreciates you not wanting to make him uncomfortable

But he still misses you

He told you that he’s fine with being touched

And that he wouldn’t mind you doing it again

In fact, he wishes things would go back the they way they were

You picked up on the fact he was trying to say he missed your affection without directly saying it

You apologized for withdrawing and he accepted it, you only had good intentions

He told you that he’d try to be more affectionate

And you said you’d do the same

It did take some time for things to go back to the way they used to be though

You still had the lingering feeling that you were bothering him, despite knowing that wasn’t the case

And it took him some time to be more affectionate but he did put the work in

The two of you appreciated the effort the other was putting in

The day he asked you to cuddle with him is what made all the work worth it

It was like you both reached a new step in your relationship

It definitely took some time, but you both got there with enough determination <3

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That’s it for my first request! I hope it was good! Writing this was definitely a challenge, but it was a welcome one <3

Again, thanks for sending the request in!

[mstrashmouthsworld]

Michael with an s/o who talk to themselves.

This is atiny drabble bc I have no idea what to right tbh.

ALSO PLEASE SEND REQUEST PLS ❤️ I have literally no idea what to write-

Michael Meyers

-to be honest he's quiet and doesn't give a flying ass cheek about anything.

-so the fact that you talk to yourself he wouldn't care but will be confused.

-but sometimes he would catch you talking to yourself and just give a head tilt and look at you. he means no wrong but he will be confused on who you are talking too.

-at first in the beginning relationship he will be annoyed and leave the room or leave you alone.

-but later in the relationship he wouldn't care and just be unbotherd about it and leave you alone.

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"I just don't understand why people kept pushing it. I mean I'm fine and I feel great but nooo they just had to push my buttons." you say mumbling as you walk into the house. You keep muttering about your work space and how annoying everyone was, as you take your jacket off you turn around and bump into Michael. "And then they think they can try and make me stay over night. With no overtime pay? are they cra- EEK" you say looking up from the hard chest you hit. "Michael I said stop creeping behind me. I love the attention I do!. But c'mon my nose hurts from bumping into you!." you say turning around to start dinner. Again you turn back around to see what he wanted to eat today. "Michael what do you wanna eat today? I mean if you wanna eat something else. We still have left overs." you smiling up at him. Ofc he says nothing...nice try tho. You got to the kitchen and talked to yourself again. You hear a small thump and turned around. You see nun other than Michael Meyers with his signature head tilt. You look at him confused as he signed "Why are you talking to yourself?" to which you reply "It's something I do when I need to cool off y'know." you say turning back around to cook.

-since then he never questioned it.

[shotorozu]

hello !! I'd rlly like to request Monoma if that's alright! I've had a huge soft spot for him for a while now and I'd love to see more content of him ;v;

anyway! we all know that superiority complex of his is definitely hiding some insecurities, but I also feel like he'd be quite touchstarved too bc of his peers seldom physically interacting with him due to his quirk, yknow?

with that in mind, I'd love to see how he'd handle an s/o who has "physical touch" as their main love language. they can give verbal praise/comfort, but they always get so shy abt it that they prefer giving physical affection to show their love. and maybe combining that with "quality time" being their second love language, they love to just cuddle him or toy with his hands/hair during quiet moments uwu

if you wanna do multiple characters, I'd love to request Shinsou, Midoriya, and Amajiki (separately) for the same idea, but if you'd rather do this with just Monoma then I'm okay with that !! no worries if you don't wanna do all four ♡

thank you if you do this request, and make sure to take care of yourself !! ♡

physically affectionate s/o

character(s) : monoma neito, shinsou hitoshi, midoriya izuku (i cut out tamaki for this one, sorry :[ but i’ll do another part if anyone wants it)

legend : [Y/N = your name] they/them pronouns used, strong quirk but the details aren’t specific, reader is a part of 1-A

headcanon type : fluff (and if you squint, then crack)

note(s) : yes i do agree :,) monoma should be getting a little bit more content, and i’m sorry that this came out so late! i was multitasking with other requests (because i took a 2 day absence,,) but this doesn’t mean i don’t read people’s requests

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monoma neito

monoma 🤝 bakugou “the pros at sending mixed signals”

if there’s one thing he’s known for— then it’s for the persistent teasing, and his quite obnoxious attitude (especially at 1-A)

but he’s not a terrible person, he sure does have his reasons. and by now, people either choose to ignore him, or they simply knock the wind out of him

so, he was not prepared to encounter someone that was tolerant of him, AND also his type— like.. huh. that’s.. odd

and he was even more surprised when they accepted his wild love confession. there must be some catch to it, right?

so like i’ve said— monoma sends a lot of mixed signals. it’s either he’s complimenting your existence, or teasing you in various ways.

so— it’s just another normal day of monoma mouthing off to you, teasing you in a playful way, while you guys are hanging out this is way of making you remember him

but then, you just.. leaned forward and placed your hand on his head— not exchanging any words at all.

monoma’s first reaction is (・・?) because what?? someone is touching him right now.. wait.. someone is touching him!

honestly really shook, and at a lost for words— because everyone has refrained from coming into any physical contact with him? what a surprise! what even is this?

after said incident, you decide to speak “you had something in your hair.” and for once, monoma is the one that’s sitting in silence

“R-REALLY, Y/N? DID YOU REALLY THINK THAT WAS GOING TO W-WORK ON ME OR SOMETHING?” he questions in his usual mocking tone, but his cheeks are accompanied in a flushed red

he’d only experience field day when he realized that touch was basically your love language, with quality time in the second lead

so whenever you guys are spending time together, you’d,, actually go closer to him! this has never happened before, let him be

he doesn’t really like the idea of getting his hair touched, so you usually choose to fiddle with his hands— sometimes observing his details, and other times you’ll be comparing hand sizes

he’ll ridicule you for being so touchy— but he’ll ask if he’s “that irresistable?” while also moving you closer to him. he loves it a lot, okay?

don’t let class 1-b see this, he will flex on them because when he starts getting annoying again, they’ll use you as blackmail.

“monoma, i swear— if you do that, we’ll tell Y/N-”

“HAHA— ok, i’m sorry.”

shinsou hitoshi

he probably has the most chill reaction out of the bunch

again— another person that has been antagonized because of their quirk. he’s been perceived as villanious ever since his middle school days

kids have been told to keep their distance away from him at a young age so.. you’d bet that he’d be really touch starved

he never had any serious experiences with dating, and he never had any real friends— that weren’t cautious of his quirk

that was until he met you, which he just assumed you were another highkey stuck up person in the hero course

but, you were basically the opposite, and you were a real pleasure to have around. one thing lead to another, and now you guys are dating

he thought it was really cute whenever you got too shy to just sit in silence during dates, or to even give out words of affirmations

but hitoshi was surprised at first when he felt you pull yourself closer to him— resting your head on his shoulder. the concept of someone wanting to be in his presence is still sinking in for him

lucky for you! shinsou knows how to adapt to situations quickly, immediately slinging an arm around your shoulder, as he listens to you talk

he’ll be surprised when you start touching his hair, because golly!! are you guys close

but do it more pls, he loves it a lot— it sometimes makes him really drowsy.

if you play with his hands omg, his heart will do somersaults. he’s lucky that he’s able to keep himself composed.

loves watching you choosing to cuddle him, after briefly giving up on trying to form coherent words of affirmations.

it’s something he brings up quite often, but not in a teasing manner!

sometimes he’ll pat the free spot beside him, basically begging you to come closer to him.

eventually, denki notices on how touchy he’ll get whenever you’re around— but hitoshi will just shrug it off

“it’s always been that way.” he simply says, but he’ll turn around with this big ass grin on his face 💀

he’s whipped for your touch. so please, do it more

midoriya izuku

he’s also touchstarved. actually, all of them are really touchstarved, and for different reasons 💀

well.. it’s not like he had a choice from the getgo. he was born quirkless, and that lead to him becoming an outcase— and also the victim of bullying i wanna hug him

and being told constantly that he won’t ever be enough, or he won’t ever be a hero— it’s obvious that he doesn’t have any dating experience

but he didn’t think he’d be dating anytime soon— especially since he was ‘just’ pinning over you. he was convinced it was going nowhere

until you confessed. he’s surprised that he didn’t pass out

ever since you guys started dating, he noticed that you’ve been a little timid— not in the way that you feel awkward, more like,, you wanted to say something

or do something, because when you guys were studying together, you just suddenly sat closer to him— and started counting his freckles

he short circuited for a second.

he was reduced to a stuttering, and blushy mess— and you just laughed, telling him “you should continue what you’re doing!” as you ran your other hand across his shoulders

that night, he was wide awake in his bed— recalling your gentle and loving touch, running his hands along the parts of his hair, that you’ve touched

he loves quality time, because while he does like to ramble a lot— he does enjoy spending time with you in silence, but it’s the touches that makes him flustered

despite him being quite shy to initiate any sort of touch, you— on the other hand, were shy with saying praises. so you coped with physical touch, and quality time

man, izuku never gets used to it. no matter how much he tries to— he’s just.. needy, touchstarved.

he doesn’t realize how lost he looks when you’re sitting beside him, and not touching his hair or hands for once. please feel free to do so

oh, and since we’re on the topic of hands— he’ll tear up if you start playing/fiddling with his hands, and especially when you start tracing his scars. it makes him feel so warm.

okay but,, please give him a heads up if you’re going to act touchy in public. he’ll start stammering and blushing hard you might have to put him in rice or smth

the dekusquad talks about that quite a lot, especially when they accidentally witnessed it in the common room (for the first time)

in short— he adores it. sometimes he’ll initiate it, by asking you if you want to sit beside him, to play with his hair. he’s so inlove

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[nightmareeclipse1]

Soft bakusquad x y/n (separately)

Fandom: My Hero Academia

Warnings: none, mostly fluff with a hint of swearing/cussing

Authors note: Before you start, please check out my account for for multi-fandom (mostly Genshin Impact and My Hero Academia) content! I also take requests, enjoy! I tried my best for Mina's one bc I am a straight female soooo.... it might not be the best....

Bakugou

- I feel like cuddles are a must, every night before bed to remind him that you are still there for him

- Forehead and lip kisses, but I think he would bite on your lip as he pulls away from the kiss

- When training he wont go all out, because he is worried about severely hurting you and always reminds you that you can tap out if you need/want to

- Really protective of you, like, if the glares he sends their way doesn't stop them from flirting with you, his explosions and deadly attitude will... so Mineta is dead....

- Loves every inch of your body <3

- Sometimes he lets you win at video games but if you get too cocky he will go all out and put you back in your place (dont bet anything on these games, he will destroy you)

- Loves doing your hair

Sero

- Will try to fix stuff for you with his tape (the boy tries so hard to do this and it is so cute <3)

- Mexican/Spanish food, but not the stereotypical tacos and shit, he makes the real stuff for you and it tastes so fucking good!

- cuddles as much as possible (trace the circle things in his elbows, he loves that so much!)

- Again, forehead and lip kisses

- Loves fiddling with your hair and even learnt how to do braids and shit

- Swings around town with you hugging his waist for dear life like a real life Spider-Man

- Worships you, no question

Mina

- Dance lessons for freeeeee (haha jk, kinda)

- will literally melt somebody with her acid to protect you (not that you need protection if you dont want it)

- Loves it when you play with her hair or when she plays with yours

- Cheek and forehead kisses

- Makes cute faces at you from across the room or where-ever the two of you are but not side-by-side

- will pick your outfits or help you pick your outfits (and vise versa)

- cuddles on the couch or in the dorms, no question

- the both of you do that couples face-mask thing and take photos

- amusement park dates

Denki

- Your nicknames for him are Pikachu, boo, baby or your preferred nickname for him because he just loves the fact that he found some-one that loves him enough to give him a term of endearment!

- Portable charger, but don't use him for that unless he offers because it will probably get really annoying, but he's happy to do it!

-video-game dates at home or at some gaming cafe or something

- fiddle with his hair, especially with that black streak in his hair, he loves that

- matching chokers are a must for the two of you

- if you're a hero or something the two of you would have matching merch or necklaces

- loves it when you refer to him as your significant other or boyfriend

Kirishima

- Will do anything to help you around the house, carrying things will never be a problem for you as long as he's around, like, he wont even ask, he'll just take em' from you...

- soft cuddles all the time and hugs from behind when he sneaks up on you while you're in a convo

- Kisses anywhere you like, I'm not kidding, he just knows where you need em

- skate park and beach dates

- loves you with every fibre of his being, so you can't get away with not loving yourself the way he loves you <3

- hates it when other guys talk to you, but understands you can have friends and won't push it too far unless you are obviously uncomfortable

- the two of you have little things you do when you wanna get away from a situation, like, coughing three times, do this and he will whisk you away from any situation.

[the-lady-of-stars]

The one about the Gonk droid and the Comm

For @itsyellow ☺️

Crosshair x Reader

Peace, love and kisses for my man Crosshair bc boy does he deserve it after todays episode. No spoilers for TBB. No plot at all tbh just shameless love for grumpy man. Somebody give this man a kiss pls.

Warnings: Very brief non-explicit mention of sex near the end but nothing graphic at all it's just Wrecker poking fun at Cross and reader.

My inbox is still open for requests! See my earlier post for details :)

You left your bunk on the Maurauder just in time to watch Crosshair storm off the ship, lips pulled into a thin grimace.

You immediately turned to look at the rest of the boys, furrowing your brows in silent questioning. The sheepish smile on Wrecker's face told you enough about what had occurred.

As much as they loved each other, Wrecker's boistorous and loud personality often clashed with that of his silent and snarky brother, something which proved to be the starting point for many arguments when they were crowded together on such a small ship.

With a roll of your eyes you slipped out the ramp and headed over to your sniper who was now perched on top of a tall rock glaring out over the forest. You basked in the feeling of grass beneath your boots, enjoying the fresh air that the planet you had temporarily stopped on provided.

Crosshair, as you had expected, was polishing his rifle with a cloth, a habit he had formed to calm himself down. He paid you no notice as you settled next to him, just meticulously scrubbing at the rifle.

"Cross." No answer. "Look at me. Please?" you spoke softly and sweetly to him, not wanting to anger him any further. You knew his annoyance at Wrecker wouldn't last long, it never did, but when he was angry Crosshair was a ticking bomb.

The sniper huffed out a sigh, carefully placing his rifle down before turning to meet your gaze. You smiled at him, and Crosshair immediately felt his irritation melting away at the tenderness in your eyes.

"What happened back there?" you asked tentatively.

He groaned, scowling at the memory. "Wrecker was weightlifting that karking gonk-droid again and he slammed it down on my comm. I'd only taken it off for a second before he crushed it. Tech's got it now, but there's only so much you can do to fix a pile of scrap metal with sparks coming out of it."

You choked lightly, trying to hide your laughter under the guise of a cough.

"Oh, think that's funny do you?"

Crosshair tried to get up to storm off yet again but you grabbed his wrist and lightly tugged him back down.

"Hey, hey no. 'S not funny. Not at all," once again you barely concealed a snort, resulting in the sniper rolling his eyes back. You didn't miss, however, the way his mouth began to form a grin.

Crosshair sighed to himself, finding his thoughts drifting to how you were his weak spot, how something about you brought him a feeling of peace that no other could.

He shook his head with a huff of laughter, finally seeing the humorous side as his anger faded.

"Gonna kill 'im," he grumbled, turning to face you and taking your hands in his.

You laughed openly this time, and Crosshair felt his heart skip a beat at the sound. Tech had described him as 'wrapped around your finger' a few days ago, and as much as he hated to admit it, his little brother was right.

Cross smiled, playing absentmindedly with your fingers as you sat cross-legged facing each other.

"I'm sure he didn't mean to drop it on your comm, Cross," you reassured with a smile.

"Eh, I know. Doesn't make the sheb-head any less annoying though."

You snickered then lifted his hands to your face, pressing a soft kiss against the knuckles of each one. Crosshair found himself in a trance, feeling his skin heat up as your plush lips skimmed across his hands.

He slid one hand out of your grasp to reach up and gently cup your jaw, running a thumb over your cheek. His breath caught in his throat as you leaned into his touch, your eyes fluttering closed. You tilted your head to the side to press a kiss to his palm. In return, Cross pulled the hand he was still holding to his lips and mirrored your previous actions, trailing kisses across the peaks of your knuckles.

It didn't matter how Crosshair liked to portray himself to outsiders. The second you came close to him he would always drop his cold and bitter facade in exchange for tenderness and passion.

"I love you," he breathed against your skin, barely audible but still music to your ears.

"I love you too, Cross. More than you'll ever know."

He exhaled deeply before shifting closer to you, lifting both hands now to cup your jaw and pull you in for a kiss. There was no rushing this time, no swift kisses stolen when his brothers weren't looking, no rapid pecks before charging into gunfire, there was just pure emotion.

Crosshair didn't need to use words to tell you how he felt. The way he tilted his head to swipe his lips oh so perfectly against yours told you enough, and you found yourself reaching behind his neck to pull him closer. You lowered one hand to rest it flat over his heart, feeling how strongly it pounded, how fast it jumped. You'd be lying if you said you were in any better state. His tongue lightly traced your bottom lip before he tugged on it with his teeth playfully, grinning.

He wormed his hands under your thighs and scooped you up into his lap, deepening the kiss. Crosshair felt high in that moment, caught up in the taste of your lips and the way your soft skin nuzzled against his. Your hands clutched the back of the collar of his blacks at the base of his neck, keeping him secure and close as you could.

The two of you were so caught up in the moment, in fact, that you failed to notice Wrecker bounding towards you until he practically roared out Crosshair's name in joy. He groaned deeply, his annoyance at his brother returning at being interrupted.

"What, Wrecker? Can't you see we're a little busy here?" he spoke sharply, turning his attention to the large man who was parading Crosshair's comm up in the air at the end of an extended arm.

"Tech fixed it! See? Good as new!" he bellowed, waving it around.

Crosshair groaned, reaching out to snatch it from his brother's grip before he went and broke it again.

"That's great, Wrecker. Now. D'you mind?" he sharply motioned his head in the direction of the Marauder, signalling his brother to return and leave him alone.

Wrecker convulsed with laughter at this, clutching his sides.

"Yeah, sure! I'll leave you alone so you can keep makin' out with your girl. Don't have too much fun though. Me and the boys are only over there in the ship and we sure as kriff don't wanna hear anything like we did the other night from your bunk."

You choked at this, turning to hide your face from Wrecker in embarassment, naturally only sending him into another fit of laughter.

"Wrecker!" Crosshair howled, pointing a finger aggressively at the Marauder.

"Alright, alright, I'm goin'." Wrecker chuckled, turning to depart for the ship but not before shooting you a heavy wink.

You groaned, hiding your face in Crosshair's neck. "I don't think I'm ever going to be able to show my face to your brothers again."

Cross' chest shook in laughter. "Oh well, they'll get used to it."

[avid-idiot]

NESSA'S ON SOMETHING 🗣📢📢

Featuring: Your fav x gn!reader

Warnings: Nothing really, cursing like once or twice, but otherwise purely just cracked fluff

A/n: THIS!! I wanna annoy the shit out of someone bc I can, I'm in a mood. Don't take this seriously but reblogs much appreciated <3

Okay, but imagine you're chilling in bed, scrolling through your phone, until one particular person catches your eye.

You figured you'd stop at one, maybe two, watches, but something about the way this person moved was fascinating. You'd completely forgotten about your boyfriend who sat right beside you, watching with a pout as you once again added to the view count.

"How many times have you watched that video?"

"Enough..."

"Babe," —he starts tentatively— "it's been playing nonsto–"

"Hush. I don't say anything when you're busy replaying mine."

"BECAUSE THEY'RE YOURS!"

You can barely contain your laugh as your next words follow, "Yeah? Then what I'm watching should be no issue then."

He sits, dumbfounded, as you finally reveal what's held your attention. On your screen was a series of clips, showcasing your boyfriend in all his glory, melded together to form a small part of what you see in him each day. The look on his face as it turns from one of confusion to pure embarrassment is what gets you, and you end up clutching the phone to your stomach as you break into a fit of laughter.

"Jesus, your such a pain in the ass sometimes, you know that? But uhm...send it to me, will you?" He can't even look at you in the eyes.

Once you compose yourself, you wipe at your tears to hear his request. "Sure, ya big crybab–" you paused "–oh, you big oaf! You made me press the home button, I can't scroll down again."

And this man has the audacity to laugh, throwing his head back even as you swat at him arm in a show of annoyance. Finally stopping you attack, you would do as he did and pout while facing away.

As his arms wrap around you from behind, you would realise that even if that one video was lost, you had the subject right behind you, nuzzling between your shoulder and your neck.

Plus, you could also make your own with, like, all of his cursed photos and clips >:))