#thank you for reminding me it existed SO CUTIES

[comvi]

hmm. eggtart goodra

GOOTARRRTTTT heres the gooper

[cjlouwho]

“Hey, Cutie. What's your name?”

Buck stopped digging to look up at the man, using the back of his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead. “Buck,” he replied simply, sucking in a deep breath.

“Buck?” he questioned. “Just Buck?”

Buck sighed. “Evan Buckley. Most people call me Buck.”

The man smiled. “Evan's nice. I like Evan. I'm gonna call you Evan.”

“My boyfriend's really the only one who does that.”

The man stepped closer, invading Buck's personal space. “You're already taken?”

“I- I am,” Buck replied, tripping over his words. Now that he was closer, this man did have some beautiful blue eyes. They nearly stared right into his soul.

“Hm.” The man shook his head. “That's a shame,” he looked Buck up and down. “You're really... really hot.”

“Pr- Probably from the wildfire th- that's nearby.”

The man laughed. Damn, even his laugh did something to Buck. “Maybe,” he shrugged. “But I think you'd look good no matter what.”

“I really, um, I need to get back to digging, so the fire doesn't spread.”

“Looks like you could use a break to me.” The man pulled a bottle of water from his pocket, and the sight of it nearly made Buck's dry mouth start to water. “Ice cold, just for you.”

And well, it would almost be rude not to take the water. So he did.

He twisted the cap off and drank nearly half the bottle down. He couldn't help but notice the man watched every gulp, staring at his throat like he wanted to lick the sweat right off.

“Thank you,” Buck said once he finished. He went to hand the bottle back, but the man shook his head.

“That's yours,” he said. “Can't have a man as handsome as you passing out from dehydration. Someone may have to give you mouth to mouth.”

Buck swallowed hard. “Th- Then why'd you give me the water?”

Buck watched the man's blue eyes darken, his breathing picking up. He reached out, tugging on the collar of Buck's wildland gear to fix it. “You've gotta be careful, Evan. I don't usually go for taken men, but I might have to change my mind.” His hand slowly ran down Buck's chest as he pulled away from him.

Buck's breath hitched. He couldn't look away from this man. Couldn't help all the feelings bubbling up deep in his gut. “I... I don't even know your name.”

“Might be better that way,” the man replied, taking another step closer. His eyes moved down to Buck's lips. “I'll be able to remember you forever, and you can go back to your boyfriend and forget I ever existed.”

“I- I don't know if I could do that.”

“What? Go back to your boyfriend? Or forget me? Cause-”

“Dear God,” Eddie interrupted, exasperated. “You know other people can hear you, right? Get a room, or better yet, get a truck. I'll cover for you if it'll get you two to stop... whatever the hell this is.”

Buck sighed, resting a hand on his hip as he turned to Eddie. “We were just getting to the good part.”

“You've done this before?!” he exclaimed.

“Two days ago,” Hen informed him as she passed by. She gave a wave to the man. “Hey, Tommy.”

“Hi, Hen. Eddie,” he greeted with a nod and a smile.

Eddie groaned. “You two are pathetic.”

“Oh, are they doing that weird roleplay thing again?” Chimney asked as he walked up beside Eddie.

“You've heard it too?”

“I think half the firefighters in the county have heard it by now.”

“Three weeks!” Buck reminded them, holding up three fingers for emphasis. “We've been here for three weeks without more than a few seconds alone. Let me have this.”

Eddie raised his hands in surrender. “I'm gonna go get me a water since, apparently, it doesn't matter if I pass out from dehydration.”

Tommy rolled his eyes. “I'll bring you a water next time.”

“What about me?” Chimney asked. “Because, if I remember right, you'll have to give me mouth to mouth if I fall to the ground.”

“I will bring everyone water next time.” Tommy spoke loudly, so everyone around could hear.

“That's better,” Chimney said. He patted Eddie on the shoulder. “Come on, let's give the lovebirds a minute.”

Tommy turned back to Buck. “As much as I'd love to finish the scene,” he said once the others had walked away, “I do have to go. I told my group I'd only be five minutes.”

Buck couldn't help his pout, but he also knew he had to get back to work too. “When we get home, if we ever get to go home, we're not putting on clothes for three days.”

Tommy smiled, nose scrunching up. “Deal,” he agreed. He leaned in and gave Buck a quick peck on the lips. “I gotta go. Love you, Cutie,” he said with a wink.

Before he could walk off, Buck grabbed his turnouts and pulled Tommy back for one more kiss before letting him go. “Love you too. Be safe.”

[tender-rosiey]

hinting — gojo satoru x f!reader

a/n: thank @callmemirro for the bby fever idea but the video of the baby is what fueled the fire even more

you have a feeling that something has been plaguing your husband’s mind. it’s not a bad thing—like that way too expensive pea-sized handbag he wanted to get just to clown it.

it’s actually good and adorable especially with the way it gets him all smiley and bubbly.

you also started to notice when exactly he gets into these moods or rather regarding what.

for example, you were browsing the store once for new clothes. you and satoru agreed to split to search on a wider scale for discounts.

so when he came back, all smiley and excited, you expected a 50% sale or something. instead, you got surprised with possibly the cutest baby pajama ever.

“what do you think, babe? it’s so cute especially the little smiling duck in the middle!”

you take it from him, examining it up close. truthfully, the material is pretty good and it is soft on the skin. there is only one problem though.

you look up to your husband with a smile, “but, honey, we don’t have a baby.”

satoru deflates for a single second before standing up straight, proud, “hey, now! we can always get it for future plans,” he ogles you, but you quickly pinch his nose.

“haha, very funny.” you start pushing the cart towards that one outfit you liked with satoru following close by.

“y/n, I am serious!” he whines as his hand finds home on your waist.

“and I am a dinosaur in disguise.”

he gasps, “really?!”

“no.”

and that happened more than once.

another thing is that satoru has been obsessed with baby videos.

you remember that one time you were chilling on your beloved couch when he came stumbling into the room, clutching his phone and almost dying of laughter, “y/n! y/n! look at this baby!”

satoru is wheezing as he replays the video over and over again. his uncontrollable laughter is music to your ears, but you feel that you’re going to have to take him to a therapist or a mental hospital.

he laughs loudly for sure, but he has been like this for 4 hours, showing you a baby video every minute or so.

you look at him with sympathy as he cackles, “it was so ready to square up too—huh, what’re you doing?”

you pull him into your embrace and he immediately melts, arms wrapping around you in an instant.

you gently rub his back and press a kiss to the top of his head, “my poor baby,” you coo and gojo lights up: have you finally understood what he has been hinting at?

you cup his face and kiss his cheeks, “work must’ve taken quite a toll on you; we can go to the hosp—“

“hey! that’s just mean!”

he huffs moving away and giving you his back, but then he looks back at you, “but the baby was cute, right?”

you laugh, resting your chin on his shoulder, “yeah, in a way, it reminded me of megumi.”

“you’re so right! even as a first-grader, he was so ready to fight anyone.”

another memorable incident happened when you were in a park, taking a walk with your darling husband.

it was peaceful, accompanied by the squeals of children, the coolness of the ice cream, and the comfort of your husband’s presence. speaking of which, where’s that guy?

you look around, searching for a very prominent walking paintbrush. you blink once, twice, and he is finally in front of you with a huge grin, “y/n, look at this cutie pie I just met!”

you soften at the sight of the giggling baby in his arms. the little baby girl reaches out for you and you cradle her in your arms.

cooing at her, you rock gently while making silly faces and it makes her laugh a laugh from her belly. it also makes a certain someone sport the most lovesick smile known to existence.

smiling, you look at your husband, “where did you find her? was she lost?”

your husband sweatdrops and looks to the side, glasses showing off his bright blue eyes, “about that—“

“there he is, officer! he took my baby!”

so yeah, something is up with your husband, and you have had enough with him hiding it from you. god is on your side today as you’re finally able to back him into a corner and finally interrogate him.

“satoru, is there something you want to tell me?” you ask the man, breathless after running around the school for a couple of hours.

silence occupies the room before your husband finally gives in.

he takes a deep breath and hugs you, resting his head on your shoulder, “I want…” he mumbles, “I want a baby, please?”

you are silent for a moment then you make him look you in the eyes, “really?”

“really,” he says, voice unwavering, “I know that it might be scary, but we have experience with tsumiki and megumi, and they turned out just fine!” he starts rambling, “except for megumi, he can be bratty sometimes, but point is!” he holds your hands in his, “I want to start a family with you, but if you don’t want—“

“okay.”

“—to I completely understand and…wait—did you just say okay?”

“yeah,” you beam, “let’s have a baby. you could’ve said that right away, silly.”

he stares at you for a bit, “do you have any idea how LONG I HAVE BEEN—“

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[melodrangea]

Nicknames Soul Eaters Boys call their S/O

———————

Soul “Eater” Evans

sweetheart

he says this extremely sarcastically, especially during training

“C’mon sweetheart, is that all you got? I saw you lift twice as much yesterday.”

doll

often uses it in a more formal setting or when he’s trying to tease

“What’s the matter doll? Cat got your tongue?”

He’s a little menace but he’s our menace <3

babe

most common out of the three

you name DOES NOT exist to this man

no name, no nickname, nothing

“Babe can I borrow your notes. Babe where do you wanna go later? BABE”

———————

Black Star

n/n or another variation of you name

doesn’t really use pet names much (sorry babes)

why words words on pet names? he’s way too blunt and if he’s feeling something he’ll just say it, not waste time on fancy words or pet names

(that’s what he tells himself being fr he’s not creative enough as much as I love him)

babe

mostly used around friends (this dumbass thinks he’s being smug)

“hey babe wasn’t going out yesterday awesome? I mean since we’re so inlove and everything.”

the little shit would make your relationship EVERYONE ELSE’S problem (no one is safe 😭)

———————

Death the Kid

Darling

this pretentious hipster

is fairly consistent with the pet names he uses but darling is his favorite

“Darling can you please pass me that book there?”

“Are you alright darling?”

my dear

uses this one without realizing it most of the time

will be chilling in the library studying and will half-consciously call for you

“are you almost done?”

“just a few minutes more my dear, then we can go”

you chuckled, “what did you call me”

“what do you mean, what did I call you?”

love

Kid is a romantic at heart, very classy as well

he would stare into your eyes and call you love

“my love you have no clue how much I love you.”

———————

Crona Gorgon

honey

you would call him honey bunny as a joke and he loved it so he started calling you honey

would always have the cutest blush in his face when he said it too

“o-oh thank you honey :)” (cutie patootie 💋)

dear

would definitely take him a while to start calling this, but when he does 🤌💋

“are you alright if we stay a little longer dear? It’s been a while since we’ve seen the others”

being fr this poor soul would be TERRIFIED to call you something other than your name or a variation for A WHILE

his brains running six times the speed 🏃🏼

———————

Professor Stein

this sadistic mf

i pray for anyone dating this man

but we can be delulu for a few

dove

would absolutely call you dove or some other kind of bird

reminds him of how he protects you like your a delicate bird (and he likes experimenting on birds if yk what i mean 😏)

angel

TELL ME HE WOULDN’T

ngl he only calls you angel when he’s horny asf in a good mood

“hey angel, can you come here for a bit?”

NONE OF YOUR HOLES ARE SAFE RIP

honey

only time your safe if when he calls you honey

mostly calls you this when you’re having a bad day

BUT HE STILL MANAGES TO SOUND SARCASTIC ASF

this is a warning, this man will accidentally hurt your feelings 24/7

“You doing alright there honey? You want to talk about it?”

—————��—

Kilik Rung

fuck not being allowed to have favorites I LOVE THIS BITCH

only fully green flag in the show i stg (except Marie ofc)

lovebug

he will call you every single pet name he can come up with, but love bug is his favorite

neither of you know how it started but you’re not complaining

“You’re too sweet for me lovebug” <33

sweets

ya see what i did there? ofc he combines his two favorite things: you and those damn candy bars

“This class is so boring, right sweets?”

will calls you sweets often to express thanks kinda like a “thanks toots”

getting more into that

toots

he thinks he’s funny (and he is)

will say this very ironically and usually infront of friends to make everyone laugh

the only slightly annoying quality abt Kilik is his inability to take anything other than combat seriously

“hey toots, how’s it goin’?”

hon

I SWEAR THIS IS THE LAST ONE!

but you cannot tell me this man is not from New Orleans or some other adjacent

and the hon with the southern-ish accent

being so fr he will call you hon all the time and it will fluster tf out of you (he’s smug abt it, just a little 🤏

“You look nice, who are you all dressed up for hun?”

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woo hoo first post!

anyways hope y’all are doing great

any comments, questions, requests or concerns feel free to DM me!

-Melodrangea <3

[bambisnc]

     [OPERATION : true love] or, how likely riize is to NOT confess!

 PAIRING : ot7 x reader! GENRE : crack/fluff CW/TW : food mention WC : 495!  SUGGESTED 🎧: love me back, fromis_9 XOXO : queued smth :3 + [m.list]

౨ ˖ 大崎将太郎 : OSAKI SHOTARO ৎ ⋆

[2/10] - cutie would plan out eveyrhting the moment he sees you and has that italicised oh moment - i'm talking your favorite flowers delivered by hand followed by your ideal date + lots of fairy lights/candles. trust me.) and woo you exactly how you deserve to be wooed <3 would get a little anxious about making everything perfect for you tho

౨ ˖ 송은석 : SONG EUNSEOK ৎ ⋆

[7/10] - he'd lowkey be such a tsundere ... thanks to my talk w mai i'm fully convinced he's the Only academic rival to lover to exist. would for sure pine after you silently and end up confessing in the middle of an argument. you know like "why do YOU care who i'm going out?" "BECAUSE. i like you. okay bye."

౨ ˖ 정성찬 : JUNG SUNGCHAN ৎ ⋆

[928304219283/10] - im biased sorry. but you can't tell me you don't see best friend!him being so obsessed with you - like all your friends know it, hell even you know it but the guy himself refuses to admit. is so "we're besties!! it's natural for us to hug and hold hands and make out between classes in the janitors closet :D i mean what. i didnt say anything" coded like c'mon

౨ ˖ 박원빈 : PARK WONBIN ৎ ⋆

[a solid 13/10] - i feel like he'd be really conflicted. like on one hand he'd rather you be the one to confess but on the other he wants to do like a huge romantic gesture and be the one to confess to you. i can imagine there being this one phase of time where he'd kinda start ignoring you to get you to reach out to him or wtv tactics the insta/tiktok girlies (gn) teach him too

౨ ˖ 홍승한 : HONG SEUNGHAN ৎ ⋆

[5/10] - okay but i see him either just randomly blurting it out of nowhere over a voice call or while ur ft-ing ("hey this cat reminded me of u" "aww haha im in love with you" "WHAT") OR doing it via a more traditional, thought out kinda way ... maybe like making you a gift or writing you a love letter/song :(( <3

౨ ˖ 이소희 : LEE SOHEE ৎ ⋆

[4/10] - bbg is confessing to you so fast. he'd only do it once he confirms (multiple times) that you both like each other though. is immediately planning the best way he could confess to you. does all his necessary research, books everything in advance - goes all out to ensure there's no hitches, basically. him and taro probably share notes

౨ ˖ 이���영 : LEE CHANYOUNG ৎ ⋆

[11/10] - bro is Not confessing. you can feel free to tho he'll say yes obvi! as soon as he gains back enough conherence after he (half) faints that is. for sure the type to get you soso many gifts and he'd try to be so casual about it too "hey i got u a customized acessroies set with the fav flower/colour you like" "anton wtf" "uh no dw i had an extra hahaha". def gets u guys matching stuff a lot too

𐙚 . regulars : none yet! ⋆

  [@bambisnc] 2k24

[starsinmylatte]

I saw your dilf Veritas post and listen I had to hop in cause I am so damn hungry for this man istg

Anyway, I don't think I've seen anything in regards to the moment when Veritas loses his cool for maybe even the first time in his life. And that's the birth of his child. He has knowledge on birth and all about it but with that comes the knowledge about all that could go wrong and bro is stressing 🥲 he wants his beloved partner and his precious baby safe and sound and healthy. He also hates to see his partner in so much discomfort throughout all this

I have failed my fellow HSR cuties bc I have been HOARDING some delicious content in my drafts while waiting for the hyperfixation to return. Everyone thank @delirious-donna for pinging my last brain cell and reminding me that hoyoverse still exists 🙂‍↕️💕

Anywho..... Back to our scheduled simping!

Veritas is the man who always has a logical plan or a well-thought-out answer to everything. He is aloof at most times, able to step away from any situation happening in front of him so that he may analyze and produce the best course of action. He prides himself on his ability to organize his thoughts and process his feelings according to logic, oftentimes being the only person to take charge during emergencies. That is, until you wake up in the dead of night to find that your bedsheets are.... strangely damp? Oh shit.

Being the chronic over-planner, Veritas had your due date neatly penciled into his calendar for precisely two weeks from now, so when you tapped at his shoulder rather urgently, he was decently confused. "My darling, I know cravings are intense, but eating at this time of-"

You cut through his raspy, sleepy drawl- the same one you'd heard groaning obscenities against the shell of your ear as his son was conceived-" Veritas, the baby is coming."

His head twitched, raising off the pillow as if he needed both ears to hear what you were saying, "I, I apologize, but it sounded li-"

"Veritas. Get the bag. Our son is coming."

For the first time since you'd met the man, you swear that you can hear the subtle clicking of Veritas Ratio's mind running as he processes a set of data. During that particularly pregnant (ha) pause, you heard one distinct tick as he registered the condition of the bedding, and then the father of your child was immediately out of bed vaulting across the room.

A choice string of vehemently hushed obscenities falls from his lips as he snarls in frustration at all the extra fucking buckles on his goddamn pants that he's never noticed before and-

"Dear, just keep your sweatpants on. Just find a shirt and some shoes first, and then grab pants and shoes for me."

Your clear voice stops his thoughts on a dime. Of course, How had he not thought of that? His beloved wife was so brilliant.

For the first time in his entire life, Veritas's brain was simply on overdrive. His carefully separated thoughts and feelings were clashing with no intention of stopping, leaving the man on autopilot. If it were any other situation, you'd have been amused.

Veritas's mind snapped back to normal after you winced from a contraction as he helped you with your shoes. Knowing that you were in distress gave his mind the kick it needed to prioritize correctly again, and he got you to the hospital in record time.

Originally, you had planned to go to the hospital that was further away- the one Ratio didn't lecture at daily- but now that didn't seem like a possibility. Getting you comfortable as quickly as he could won by a mile in Ratio's list of priorities, so many heads turned in the Emergency Department as they suddenly heard their strictest professor's voice at three in the morning. Some twitched in their chairs, fully convinced they were in the throes of a nightmare as the widely respected, widely feared Doctor Veritas Ratio strode toward them at a breakneck pace in his pajamas.

"Mywifeishereandsheneedstobetakenuptoaroomimmediately."

The doctors glance at each other. From the sea of confused faces, that didn't make sense to anybody. "uh- sir?"

"My wife. Is here. She needs a room. Now." Veritas annunciated his words very slowly as if they were the densest people on the planet, which meant that he actually managed to speak his sentence at a somewhat normal pace.

As if to drive the point home, the nurse Veritas had left to gather your things and bring you in suddenly appeared, quickly wheeling you into the room. The staff paled as they noticed you groan softly in pain, one arm draped protectively over your heavily pregnant belly.

The medical team whisks you away to a delivery room, and Veritas is quickly thrown into an unfamiliar world. The man used to having decisive answers is sat squarely in a chair next to his wife's bedside, grasping her hand tightly as she cries out in pain. He can't stop thinking about all of the variables, all of the things that could go wrong- the way your face is scrunched up in agony- the knowledge that he's about to meet his son.

The thoughts continue on a revolving loop of horror and wonder until a shrill little cry pierces the air, and Veritas Ratio snaps to attention to meet his son for the first time.

[1-xo-xo-xo-7]

[Damian, recently drugged by Scarecrow's gas —NOT FEAR GAS— but JUST gas. That's what scared everyone THE MOST]

Pennyworth : [Is serving some cold water for his Young Master, aware Damian prefers it chill, but a bit cautiously knowing his current predicament] Young Master Damian, water with exactly 3 ice cubes-

Damian : [Very much not paying attention, just spacing out and fiddling with his bandages] The COLD doesn't exist, it is a mere concept society made to conquer HEAT's absence.

Pennyworth : Ah... Yes, Young Master Damian.

___

Bruce : [Is standing by Damian's room, wanting to ask questions, mostly about what he's feeling regarding Scarecrow's latest concoction] Damian? Can I enter?

Damian : Of course you can enter, Father.

Bruce : Thank you, Damian. [About to step in—]

Damian : But may you?

Bruce :... Ah. I see.

[The BatKids, just right behind him snickering in amusement]

Jason : *Whispering* Whoop-Whoop! The Grammar Police! [Laughing]

Dick : Well... He is right, Bruce. Because, you can but may you?

Tim : He reminds me of Mrs. Smith.

___

[It was early morning, and Tim was already awake, lounging on a chair while waiting for breakfast. But he wasn't aware he had company]

Tim : [Texting on his phone]

Damian : You look like a ladybug.

Tim : AH!- Oh, Damian... Whew, it's just you. [ Is scared out of his wits, almost hitting Damian with his phone as a reflex]

Damian : That should be scarier.

Tim :... True.

___

Tim : Hey... Damian? [He called after breakfast was done]

Damian : What.

Tim : [Tentatively] What did you mean... By me looking like a ladybug?

Damian : I am not sure as to why I've called you a ladybug, you just reminded me of one. Do you want to see my sketches of you as a ladybug?

Tim :... You made sketches of me?

Damian : Hm. [Just shrugged his shoulders, wanting to go back to his room]

Tim : I... I would like to, to see. That is. Yes.

Damian : Then follow, Drake.

___

Jason : What is happening to him? [Is motioning to Damian hanging out with Tim, very, very surprised seeing and hearing not one single fight]

Dick : I don't know, Jay-Jay, but I'm warming up to it!

Jason :...

Dick :...

Jason : The gas?

Dick : The gas.

___

Dick : Hey, Baby Bat! Whatchu' doing? [All sunshine and rainbows, sparkly, while leaning over Damian's frame]

Damian : I'm drawing you as DiscoWing.

Dick : Oh, Baby Ba—! [Tearing up with emotion—]

Jason : NO! [Actually LAUNCHED himself at Dick before he was about to even suggest a resurrection of his past version of Nightwing]

Tim : Damian. No.

Damian : Damian. Yes.

___

Damian : [With Barbara, Cassandra, Stephanie, and Duke— Having a Spa Day] You all are quite good company.

Duke : Thanks, Lil' D!

Stephanie : I know, right?! I always wonder why Tim and Co. never accept my invitations to unwind and relax after a SERIOUSLY so rough patrol—

Barbara : You didn't give an invite, Steph.

Stephanie : Oh, shush! Hmph, so what if I want to keep Damian all to myself?! He's such a cutie-pie when gassed!

Barbara : [Is shaking her head in fondness] I'm sorry about her, Damian. She's quite insensitive.

Damian : I don't mind.

___

Cassandra : Healed?

Damian : Since I woke up. The gas was a mere anesthesia.

Cassandra : Cunning. :]

Damian : Thank you.

[thisgirlnamedblusy]

HEY CUTIE, WHAT'S UP?

IDK IF YOU'RE STILL TAKING REQUESTS, BUT I'M JUST GONNA THROW THIS OUT THERE ANYWAY!

Ok, sorry, I'll chill with the caps.

So, I was wondering if you could write a story where Donna and the reader were together for a while, but they broke up over some stupid misunderstanding. Like, classic drama, right?

After a year or two, Donna is STILL thinking about the reader (because how could she not? they were each other's soulmate). but she’s still hurt and has NO CLUE about the truth, so she tries to move on and dates another villager. NEWS FLASH: NO ONE CAN REPLACE THE READER!

So, she breaks up with Ms. “Not Even Close” and decides to go to the village and find the reader. But plot twist! The reader is still fuming because Donna didn’t believe her and wouldn’t even let her explain! Cue the drama! They have an epic argument, but eventually, the reader helps Donna see the truth, and Donna apologizes for being such a misunderstanding queen and blah blah blah.

I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHAT THE REASON FOR THEIR FIGHT COULD BE, BUT THAT'S UP TO YOU POOKIE!

THANK YOUUUUUUUUU! XX

Yesss!!!! Thank you for you request!!! I hope you like it and sorry about the language mistakes!!!! :)))))

Misunderstanding

Pairing: Donna Beneviento x Fem! Reader

Warnings: Angst, jealousy, Donna being Donna, Donna's POV, fluff, happy ending as always :)

Word count: 8,353

Summary: She cheated on me, she can't deny it...

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

“Did you see how that stupid girl ran away? It was fun,” Angie said, pointing to the door.

Failure always seemed to be linked to my existence. Mistakes, disappointments were always part of life. Not even making an effort, trying to move on worked for me.

“Angie, I can't take it anymore,” I protested, sighing, wanting to cry, wanting to torment that girl, even though it wasn't her fault. “I don't know when I thought that… for once… I could forget…”

“Oh, not again,” the doll said, making her mocking tone force me to frown. “I told you that you were stupid, that you couldn't…”

“I know!” I shrieked, clenching my fists tightly. “Do you think I don't know? That I'm so crazy that I tried to fool myself and failed again? Save it, Angie, I have enough with my own conscience.”

I shook my head, running a hand over my forehead, looking at the door, where that girl ran away forever, the girl who tricked me, or rather, with whom I thought I had taken some steps forward.

Thinking that maybe that stupid girl would make me forget was stupid. Even if it hadn't been a twisted plan by Alcina to lift my spirits and that girl had been with me by chance, it would have been in vain.

“You're too hard on yourself, silly Donna,” Angie said, running away from my trembling body. “The only thing that's wrong with you is that you're not able to accept reality.”

“Cosa? What reality?” I asked in a tired tone, with many, many images torturing me in my head.

Normally torture is based on tormenting, on sending horrible memories to your mind, the worst of your life, going over and over again without rest, reminding you of your mistakes, your failures.

In my case it wasn't like that. The torture I was experiencing wasn't based on nightmares, on the memories of a life far from the village, from Mother Miranda. No, the torture the Black Gods had prepared for me was no longer based on my horrible face, on my screams of helplessness.

I wasn’t tormented by my nightmares, but by my best dreams. The screams, the crying and the pain didn’t resonate in my mind every day, every moment… The laughter, the words of love, the whispers, the wet sound of our kisses cutting through the silence of an early morning did.

My torture was a selfless smile, eyes shining with love, sincere words whispered every day in my ears.

She was my torture. Dreaming every morning of her warm body protecting mine from the cold, touching her to know she was still there, feeling her warmth next to mine, knowing that I could speak and not hear my own independent voice in response, but hers.

I didn’t want to forget, to tell myself over and over again that it was over forever, that it was the reason for my torment; a happy life, an exit to the light after so much darkness, a host of special sensations, incredible for someone like me who would never return.

My torment was to loved; my torment was starting to believe that even I had the right to be loved and I was. But it was all gone in an instant, with a stab in the heart, with disappointment and rage whispering in my mind, forcing me back to that comfortable solitude, one that I had grown accustomed to detaching myself from.

“You're still thinking about her,” Angie whispered, pointing at me with her finger, knowing how I thought, what I was imagining, what bright eyes were looking at me in the depths of my conscience. “Don't bother denying it, I know.”

“I don't deny it,” I hissed. “I haven't stopped thinking about her during all this time.”

“So what are you doing here wasting time with brainless maids? Do something,” Angie insisted, pushing me comically, destabilizing me.

“Angie, basta,” I said in a cold tone.

“Do you know what your problem is?” the puppet asked, when once again the idea of ​​regretting feeling contempt for the deception crossed my mind. “You're a coward, Donna…”

“Coward? She cheated on me,” I protested, crossing my arms, feeling my body tremble with memories, ones that told me, day after day, that all those images that tortured me would continue to be just that, torture.

“She cheated on me, she cheated on me,” Angie repeated mockingly, laughing at me.

Nobody laughs at me, nobody.

“Will you shut up?” I asked with irony, resting my hands on a table, with my head down.

“I don't want to shut up,” Angie protested, as expected. “You know where she is, the Duke has told us that her commissions are only for one person, so she is still single, what are you doing here wasting time when you should be begging for forgiveness?”

“Io!?” I shouted, pointing at myself. “I don't have to ask for forgiveness, I don't have to apologize, this was all her fault, è colpa sua!”

“Of course, and since it's her fault I have to put up with your complaints day and night,” Angie said, chasing me as I walked aimlessly through the mansion. “Things don't work like that, silly Donna.”

“Oh, certo. Then, according to you, I should crawl at her feet and beg for mercy for having let myself be deceived by that stupid villager, right?” I said, with anger darkening my hoarse voice, unused since she left.

“Do you expect her to come and apologize? How stupid,” the doll said, knowing that with me she could say those things, knowing that she was only a part of me, even if she insisted on believing that her thoughts were her own.

“Well yes, that's what she should have done, come here and apologize, beg for forgiveness, has she done it? No, do you know why? Because she did what she wanted, because she didn't love me,” I answered, with my throat sore from crying.

“Oh, yes, of course she has to come to the house of a powerful Lord to admit that she was cheating on her...” the doll joked, bowing her head. “Last time she managed to escape, but crazy Donna might not be so merciful this time…”

“Leave me alone,” I hissed, fed up with that stupid conversation, fed up with hearing my own thoughts in the irreverent doll.

“You're unbearable, Donna, why don't you dare to face your fears? Who knows, maybe there was an explanation for…” Angie said, thoughtfully.

“Taci!” I yelled furiously, kicking the floor. “The only explanation I had was that she was cheating on me, that she was planning to leave me forever…”

“Ha, that's what you think, but maybe…”

“Basta! I don't want to hear another word,” I protested again, holding my throbbing temples.

“That's because you know I'm right,” the doll mocked, showing no fear of my imminent crisis. “You love her, don't you?”

“I… Ugh, vai a cagare,” I said, spitting out my words, causing the puppet to gasp at my lack of respect.

“Donna!” Angie shrieked offended. “Don't talk to me like that, if mamma was here, she would have given you a well-deserved slap,” she said in a petulant tone.

“Mom's not here, dad's not here, everything that mattered to me is gone, do you understand? Everything I've had, everything that once made me happy has disappeared right under my nose, my parents, Claudia, (Y/N)…” I said, lowering my tone little by little, tormented again by my memories. “Don't you see? All the people I've loved are gone, they've abandoned me, they've cheated on me…”

“Well, there's no solution for that,” the doll commented, climbing onto the table so she could look me in the face. “But, (Y/N)… you haven't lost her yet, she's still alive, right?”

“Angie, I…” I sighed, letting myself fall into a chair, with my hands covering my gruesome face. “Nothing could repair the damage she did to me.”

“Your brain is the one that can't be repaired,” Angie mocked, making me want to turn her off forever. “Come on, Donna… I miss her…”

“And so do I,” I said without thinking, with all the sincerity I could manage. “She was everything to me.”

“Then stop complaining and go to the village, talk to her,” she insisted, rubbing my back in a surprisingly comforting way. “If you don't, you'll lose her forever.”

I couldn't say why it made me think, why the idea of ​​crawling in front of her started to sound good in my head. My memory made me live again those two wonderful years with her. It made me feel all those new emotions again, almost as if I had gone back in time.

(Y/N) was a simple villager, or so she liked to say. She was a villager, but she wasn't simple at all.

I met her by chance, my eye fell on her at one of Mother Miranda's masses. Like a spell, a charm that I myself wasn't prepared for, I couldn't stop from doing it. She was beautiful. Her smile was almost as addictive as her voice, like that joy I could feel on her face.

It wasn't very common to see a sincere smile in a place like this. Everything, the Gods, Mother Miranda, my siblings, even I exerted a strong darkness on all the villagers. I never asked Miranda for a second chance, I never asked her for eternal life, I was just wrong.

I was always isolated. I always liked the solitude that my parents had left me as an inheritance. I had nothing, I wanted nothing. I just wanted her back. I wanted my little Claudia back. She was the only one who didn't see me as a monster, who didn't care about the scar on my eye, the only one who was still with me after our parents lost their minds. Claudia was the only thing I wanted.

Instead, I gained undeserved immortality, powers far beyond my understanding. I became a Lords, a monster, without feelings, who would guard the village.

Miranda's trust was meaningless. I was never right in the head, I never spoke. I only knew how to make one thing: dolls. But that was more than enough to stop me from crying, to stop me wishing my sister would come back to me.

I had gained the ability to take revenge for that tormented childhood, the ability to punish all those who laughed at me.

Solitude began to be comfortable. My face stopped being flawed and became horrifying. It didn't matter how many times my heart beat desperately, screaming at me to end that isolation. I had become a ghost, a feared woman, the doll maker: Donna Beneviento.

I began to forget to ask questions, to want someone to share my existence with. Angie came to life, and became my only company. I believed that I was finally where I should be, that I had obtained a deserved reward for all my misfortunes.

I stopped being interested in love, I stopped discreetly looking at the girls in the village to give more importance to everything that Miranda ordered me to do. I didn’t lose hope, because I never had any.

Still, (Y/N) appeared, rekindling desires from adolescence, making me wonder again what it felt like to be loved.

When my lips touched hers, I knew. I saw in her eyes a sincere love, admiration mixed with desire in her gaze, one that ignored my scar. (Y/N) looked at me without fear, without disgust, she looked at me as I had imagined so many times.

I freed myself from my chains, from my fears. I let my heart explore those new feelings. Loving, feeling, kissing, making love… Everything was new to me.

She was a wonderful girl, attentive, affectionate and terribly intelligent. Her beauty was just a detail, another gift from the Gods for an unhappy and sick woman like me. She put up with me, she relieved me when the voices in my head tormented me, she understood me, she loved me… At least that's what I thought.

Two years with (Y/N) seemed enough to calm my insecurities, the nightmares that haunted me in my dreams, which disappeared with her hugs, with her whispers, with words that had long since ceased to be just words.

“Everything will be fine, Donna, everything is fine… I love you…”

Her consolations were a balm even more addictive than her kisses. Her patience, her desire to discover that terrifying lady in black were sincere.

No matter how hard I try, I’m unable to forget that night, that terrible night in which reality made me see that I never deserved it, that this gift from the Gods had been temporary, and I would have to pay the consequences.

“You're back,” I sighed, letting her lips kiss me.

(Y/N) had a life in the village and I had no right to monopolize it, although I confess that I would have liked to.

“Of course I'm back,” she said in a soft voice while I gave her a romantic spin in the air.

Seeing her appear through the door was the best feeling, dispelling my fears, thinking that she would always come back. I was just stupid.

“You're just in time for dinner,” I said amused, letting my gestures be involuntary, devouring her with small kisses while (Y/N) pretended to protest. “Tutto bene?”

“Um, as always,” she said, relaxing her expression, something that worried me. “You know, commoner things.”

“Commoner? You're not a commoner, tesoro, you're my princess…” I whispered romantically, fed up with that wonderful girl being unable to see herself the way I did.

“Oh,” she said, looking away with that same blush while I, chivalrously, picked her up in my arms. “Hey, put me down.”

 I laughed amused, kissing her one last time and obeying her request, lowering her to the floor.

“I’ve missed you,” I said, brushing her hair away from her beauty, not letting anything get between her gaze and mine. “But you’re here now…”

“I’ve only been gone for an hour, it’s not that bad,” (Y/N) said, laughing too, stealing a tender kiss from me before slowly moving away. “Well, I better take a shower. I want to be perfect for you.”

“Yes, um… can I go with you?” I asked innocently, following her with my gaze as she walked towards the hallway. “I really want to hug you under the water.”

“Mm…” she moaned, looking at me with desire, biting her lip. “Yes, well, but, but this time, I prefer to do it alone.”

Something inside me told me that this rejection wasn’t a coincidence, but I didn’t give it any importance, I just insisted.

“Why? Are you feeling sick?” I asked worriedly.

She never used to reject that kind of things. I should have realized it sooner.

“What? Oh, no, no Donna, it's just that... well, for once I feel like taking a shower alone,” explained (Y/N), with an innocent look that had the word lie drawn on it.

I nodded distrustfully, but always respecting her decisions, noticing a strange movement she made, one that seemed to check something in her pocket.

“Relax, my love, I'll be back soon, why don't you come down with me and decide what culinary delight you're going to prepare?” the girl suggested, as if wanting to avoid my inquisitive gaze, taking her hand out of her pocket.

“Oh, va bene,” I murmured with a frown as she smiled again, a forced smile.

“Don't miss me so much, my love...” (Y/N) whispered, caressing my cheek and kissing me slowly, causing a stream of cold air to flow freely between us as she separated from me.

“I can't help it,” I said with a smile but without missing the expressions on her face, the subtle trembling of her hands. “Take a shower. I'll prepare a delicious dinner for you.”

“Great,” she said, definitely moving away and walking towards the hallway, letting my gaze follow her until it couldn't do so anymore.

“Donna, Donna...” a shrill voice brought me out of my enthrallment, Angie.

The doll climbed up my body without permission, approaching my ear.

“Don't you notice something strange?” the puppet asked with a discreet whisper.

“What? No, why do you say that?” I asked, frowning and looking towards the hallway. “She seemed tired.”

“Yes, yes... tired,” Angie sighed, shaking her head. “Are you blind? The fool was hiding something.”

“Don't call her that,” I complained, lowering the doll to the floor, without taking my eye off the hallway. “I've told you a thousand times that she's not a fool.”

“Oh, yes, you're the fool,” the puppet said, crossing her arms in disinterest. “Have you seen what she had in her pocket?”

“No,” I said, looking down with the shadow of doubt beginning to cover me. “In her pocket?”

“I've seen it, I see everything,” Angie murmured, unintentionally, making me think.

“W-Well, so what if she had something in her pocket? Are you ever going to stop distrusting her?” I protested, blinking erratically.

“You distrust her, don't try to pretend, I know you,” Angie said, pointing at me unpleasantly.

“No, I don't...”  I sighed, clearing my throat. “Hey, stop... putting ideas in my head.”

“Whatever, silly Donna, let yourself be fooled,” she said mockingly, pointing with her head towards the hallway. “I'm telling you that the silly... I mean (Y/N) is hiding something.”

“And I'm telling you that she's not,” I insisted, trying to fight my jealousy, that distrust that Angie always made me see she had.

I couldn't help it. I couldn't help thinking that one day... I would lose her.

“Find out for yourself,” Angie said, pointing back to the hallway. “Do you want know what’s going to happen if you ask her to shower with you?”

“What? I-I don't understand you...”

“It's clear, silly Donna, (Y/N) was hiding something in her pocket, she's probably already hidden it so she shouldn't have any problem with you joining her,” the doll speculated, making me doubt again.

“Okay, I'll do it so you can see that you're wrong,” I finally said, walking towards the elevator.

The doubt would always torment me mercilessly. Even without Angie, I knew myself that I couldn't fight it. (Y/N) hated my jealousy and I really tried to hide it. But sometimes, especially when she left me, even for a while, it came back to my mind, to stalk me, to increase my madness.

“Oh, Donna,” (Y/N) said, already in the shower, looking at me with an elegant smile. “Do you want something?”

“No, I… are you sure you don't want me to accompany you?” I asked unintentionally, not wanting to listen to Angie, but doing so, letting my jealousy lead me to listen to that unbearable part of my conscience

“Well, now that you mention it, I could use some company,” she whispered, poking her head and making a gesture with her finger. “Get undressed and come here, my love.”

I would have preferred a rejection, an excuse, something that would have made me go back to the kitchen. But Angie was right. She said the same thing would happen, that, somehow (Y/N) was herself again and she had gotten rid of something she was hiding.

“O-On second thought, I'd rather make dinner,” I said in a dark voice.

(Y/N) shrugged, not surprised by my sudden changes of mind. After all, she was already used to dealing with my sick mind, tothe point of making me believe that she could be manipulating me.

“As you wish, my love, I won't be long,” she whispered, putting her head back in the shower while I slowly closed the door.

“I told you!” Angie shrieked, who was, of course, listening.

I shook my head with an angry growl.

“Angie, stop... giving me reasons to worry,” I hissed, walking towards the kitchen, trying to forget, to not dwell on that stupidity.

“I only make you realize,” said the doll, chasing me relentlessly down the hall. “Why don't you take a look in the room? I'm sure she's hidden it there.”

“She hasn't hidden anything, she's not hiding anything, do you understand? Lasciami estare,” I protested as I walked.

“Oh, but you do think so. You're walking towards the bedroom, Donna,” the doll mocked when I realized she was right, that my path had altered towards the dark room.

“Yes, so that... so you see that you're wrong,” I said, turning on the light and walking around the bed. “See? There's nothing here.”

“Of course there's nothing, do you think she's stupid?” Angie said, searching under the sheets, in the dresser, searching the room, next to me. “Look in her nightstand.”

“I'm not going to look in her nightstand, it's her stuff,” I said, shaking my head, glancing at the piece of furniture, which, mysteriously, had the drawer half open.

“Her stuff are yours, silly Donna, or so it should be,” Angie said as I walked slowly towards the drawer.

“No... that's not right. (Y/N) doesn't like me to think that way, she likes to have her own room,” I murmured, thinking for a second about opening the drawer, but closing it immediately. “You do nothing but torture me, Angie, behave or else...”

“You torture yourself, what does it cost you to open that damn drawer and get rid of your doubts? She doesn't have to find out,” Angie insinuated in a sing-song voice, pointing at the drawer.

I, furious, but wanting to appear firm, refused for a moment, but I couldn't bear the pressure. With a strong pull, I opened the drawer again, taking a look inside.

“You see? There's nothing...” I said triumphantly, but my smile faded when I noticed something strange, a small box that before, I was sure, wasn't there. “There's... nothing.”

“What is that?”

“Non lo so…” I murmured, gathering my courage and taking the small box, opening it to discover something that at first, almost made me cry with joy.

Inside the small box was a ring, a shiny ring. My heart was beating hard and I sat up in bed while Angie watched over my shoulder.

“A-Angie, this is…” I stammered, unable to control my excitement. “Gods, Angie…”

“Oh…” the doll sighed, jumping up and down on the bed. “Wedding, wedding, wedding…”

“(Y/N), tesoro…” I said excitedly, covering my mouth with my hands. “Amore mio…”

“See? It doesn't hurt to clear up doubts,” the doll said, holding me by the shoulders.

“Come on, let's put it away, surely (Y/N) wants this to be a surprise.”

“Yes, yes,” the doll repeated as I closed the box. “Wait, what is that?”

“Mm?” I murmured, looking where the doll was pointing, at a small, unsealed envelope, which contained a letter, a letter I should never have read. “Oh, (Y/N),” I sighed, thinking it would be a declaration of love, the fruit of a constant rehearsal that would surely explain so many times she left the house.

My love, I can't live like this anymore, my life becomes a torment when you're not by my side. I know she would never allow it, that I have to lie to her.

I thought I was braver. Day and night I think about you, about our forbidden encounters. I only have one way to show you that you are the place I want to be, that she can't stop me from loving you and that she never will again. I count the hours until you give me an answer, so that we can end our forbidden love and finally be what we really want. Marry me, let's run away from the darkness.

I love you, Ivana

My hands shook holding the note, my mind was confused, reading over and over those words that I didn't know how to interpret. My name wasn't there. There was nothing that indicated that this note was for me, because it wasn't.

“Donna, what...?” Angie asked, surely seeing me turn pale, seeing how the emotion disappeared from my face, seeing how my eye began to shine in a different way.

She was cheating on me, she had declared her love to a girl I didn't know, to someone else who wasn't me. My rational thought didn't matter at that moment. I could only imagine horrible visions of my girl in the arms of another woman, in night escapades far from me, in a hidden love, surely because of the fear she really had of me.

(Y/N) never loved me, she only pretended to do so in order to have the opportunity to escape, to live that forbidden love she had, that real love.

I wasn't furious, just paralyzed. My chest was slowly tearing as a scream crossed my heart, breaking it into a thousand pieces.

“Wow, the shower was amazing,” (Y/N) said, entering the room, still not knowing that I was there, that I had discovered her secret. “Oh, Donna, what...?”

I didn't look at her, as my breathing suddenly accelerated, as did her, seeing me with the ring and the note, she sighed with a look of terror.

“Hey! What are you doing with that?” she asked with a frown, snatching the ring from me. “Have you been rummaging through my stuff again?”

I shook my head, clenching my teeth and getting out of bed.

“You dare to accuse me?” I hissed as she put away the box and the note, with an annoyed look that made me react. “How dare you?”

“Donna, how many times have I told you not to spy on me?” she asked smugly, crossing her arms.

“You have the nerve to demand me, (Y/N)…” I hissed, approaching her, making her back off. “Don't bother pretending, I know everything.”

“What? What do you know?” she asked, holding my gaze in an almost masterful way. “That's not for you.”

“I know it's not for me!” I shrieked, letting out my rage. “You're a bitch, (Y/N), how dare you to cheat on me?”

“Donna, stop insulting me,” she said calm, too calm. “You're misinterpreting things again.”

“A ring and a love note to a certain Ivana,” I repeated with a nervous laugh. “How can you misinterpret that? You've been cheating on me… for how long?”

“The letter and the ring aren't mine, they're from a friend who…”

“Now you're lying to me?! Do you think I'm stupid!? That you can fool me!?” I shouted, echoing off the walls, cornering my girlfriend against a wall. “You've fooled me!”

“Donna, that's enough!” said (Y/N), shaking her head. “Stop talking nonsense and listen to me…”

“I don't want to listen to you! This time you're not going to take me for a fool, not like other times,” I growled, hitting the wall right next to her head. “It has your handwriting on it… it's your fucking handwriting, (Y/N)… What are you thinking? That I'm so crazy that I wouldn't notice?”

“Okay…” she sighed, making a calming gesture with her hands. “Okay, Donna, relax, there's an explanation for everything.”

“An explanation?” I asked, arching an eyebrow, shaking my head. “Of course there is, tesoro… sei una troia! You've been dating a girl on the sly! You're going to leave me for her! You were waiting for the moment, weren't you? When I wasn't aware, you'd disappear…”

“No, no honey, listen to me, you're really nervous,” (Y/N) said, putting a hand on my shoulder, one that I pushed away with a furious gasp. “Donna…”

“Don't tell me to calm down… don't you dare!” I screamed, mixing anger with tears, with the worst disappointment of my life. “I was stupid for believing that you really loved me, for believing that you didn't care about my appearance… what is she like? She's beautiful, isn't she? She doesn't have this disgusting thing on her face,” I said, pointing at my scar.

“Donna, for Gods' sake, let me explain... it's not what you think,” (Y/N) insisted, mocking me, laughing in my face. “My love, I love you, it has nothing to do with you, I have a friend who...”

“It's your fucking handwriting...” I growled, clenching my fists, holding back the urge to hurt her.

“Yes, well it's my handwriting, but Viktor has a terrible one and that's why he asked me to...” she said, increasingly nervous, scared, fearing me.

“Taci! Chiudi quella Cazzo di bocca!” I shrieked, making her back off again. “You're good at pretending, really, I really thought you loved me...”

“Donna, I love you,” the girl sighed, with tears in her eyes. “If you'd let me explain... it's all a misunderstanding.”

“I don't want to listen to you! Misunderstanding? Don't be stupid,” I hissed, with the same nervous laugh. “Misunderstanding was believing that you loved me, that you were different. But no, you're like everyone else, a cowardly rat who doesn't even dare to tell me that she's in love with someone else... Why, (Y/N)? Am I scary to you, is that it? Are you afraid that I'll kill you if I find out that you're with someone else?”

“L-Listen to me Donna, I know that I can't do anything to make you stop acting like a jealous little girl, but this time, honey, you're wrong,” she said, frowning, with an arrogance that almost made me lose my mind even more.

“Of course I'm wrong, I was wrong about you, (Y/N),” I whispered, moving away from her, passing a hand over my forehead, my whole body shaking, my heart breaking into pieces.

“You're not thinking clearly, honey, it's not you…” she sighed, trying to caress my cheek, a gesture that I avoided by slapping her hand. “Donna, please calm down, I'll bring you your medication so I can explain to you that…”

“Yes, now you intend to drug me, right? To run away with your lover and marry her… You should marry me!” I yelled, pushing her furiously.

“Donna, my love… come to your senses, please… it's not what you think,” she insisted, making me roar with rage and shake my head.

“Get out, (Y/N), get out of my house,” I growled, pointing at the door.

“What? No,” (Y/N) said, with a sad look, tears running down her cheeks. “I'm not going to leave. I want to be with you…”

“Don't touch me!” I screamed after another attempt by (Y/N) to get closer. “I don't want to even think about how many girls you've fucked while you were with me, while you said you loved me… You're a whore…”

(Y/N) gasped with a sob, succumbing to the pressure and giving me a loud slap that made my face spin.

“Gods, I'm sorry…” she said seconds later, while I calmed the itch of my wounded skin with a hand on my cheek. “Donna, forgive me, it's just that… it's that you won't let me explain to you that…”

“Fuori,” I whispered without looking at her face.

“Donna…”

“Get out! Get out! Get out of my house! Don't you dare come back, you bitch! Porca puttana! Ti odio, ti odio, ti odio, ti odio! Get out, get out of my house! Get out, get out, get out!”

“Donna…” she sobbed, shaking her head. “My love…”

“Go away…” I whispered, still trembling, approaching her and giving her a nasty push that almost made her stumble. “Get out! Go away or… or… or I'll kill you!”

She left. She left me that night, she fled from my ferocity, from my madness, she fulfilled my suspicions, and she abandoned me forever.

The rage calmed down with the sudden loneliness, with the cold of her absence. She returned for a moment to collect the evidence of her infidelity, she cried, but she didn't say anything. I didn't say anything, but I didn't cry.

It wasn't until some time had passed that I was unable to calculate that reality fell heavily on my shoulders, forcing me to fall to the floor, to scream, to cry, to break things, to shout her name over and over again.

The only thing that mattered to me, the only thing that made eternal life worth living was gone, she had cheated on me. I lamented, I protested, I cried out to the Gods to stop mocking me, but I didn't succeed.

My penance wasn’t discovering her deception, but the loneliness she left behind. She obeyed me, she didn't come back; she never came back.

The passage of time stopped making sense to me, I locked myself in even more, but I couldn't do it the way I wanted to. My hands were clumsy, unintentionally creating her favorite foods, sculpting her face on my dolls as a silent appeal to my feelings.

Yes, she would have left anyway, but at least she would pretend to love me a little more, just a little more. My life became black, dark and even more miserable. Every night I dreamed she was still with me, that her body warmed the cold of my heart, none of that had happened, but they were just lies, dreams.

Even if she didn't love me, I couldn't help but love her with all my soul, love the ghost of what was once our love. My misfortune fell on my body, on my mind. The episodes of madness became persistent, without being able to stop them, because she was no longer with me.

I spent too much time like that, so much so that it took me a while to realize that a year, 365 days, 12 months had passed without (Y/N) by my side. I cried, I screamed, I broke everything within my reach. The days were torture, the nights were even worse.

One day, someone came to see me. It wasn't her, but a young maid from the castle. According to my sister Alcina, I was even worrying Mother Miranda. Her name was Rebecca and she was... well, she was beautiful.

Little by little, those visits began to be frequent and my head made me think, it made me believe for a moment that the girl began to replace (Y/N) in my dreams. She didn't run away from me either, she wasn't afraid of me, she just stayed with me, listening to my crying.

Little by little, I began a deeper journey into my madness, trying to hold on to the idea of ​​finding in her some resemblance to (Y/N) so that I could start wanting to feel something for her. My absurd plan didn't work. That Rebecca was stupid. She didn't like to read, she didn't find my dolls fascinating.

No, she wasn't (Y/N). I don't know why I insisted on pretending that she could love me.

“My lady, you must cheer up,” the maid said, seeing that my curiosity began to wane, that I realized she wasn't (Y/N), that (Y/N) couldn't be replaced by a girl as stupid as her.

“Mm” A dry murmur was my answer, while her hand wandered through mine, without her caresses being reciprocated.

“Come on... I'm sure I can do something for you,” Rebecca insisted, looking for my gaze behind the black veil. “Come... let me help you...”

She came too close, but I didn't pay attention to her. That stupid girl always took much more than she should and her shy approaches were increasingly risky and shameless. Her hand began to wander over my leg, sneaking under my dress. I knew what she wanted, but I didn't care.

“Like this, my lady? Do you like this?” she asked while caressing me, while her hand ran over my shame without feeling any qualms or desire to stop.

I didn't say anything, I simply closed my eye. Maybe some lust wouldn't be so bad for me, maybe I could remember those nights of passion with (Y/N), imagine that it was her who touched me... I was never sane, but my madness had reached dangerous limits.

I didn't enjoy those caresses, I didn't feel anything. I didn't want to feel anything. Fortunately, the sound of the phone interrupted her intrusion, interrupted that deception she was playing on my poor heart.

“Oh, it must be Alcina,” she said, moving her hand away with a seductive smile, disappearing down the hall.

My sister's calls were common and I never gave them any importance, surely she wanted to make sure that her maid hadn't suffered my wrath.

“That stupid girl... why is she talking with Alcina again?” Angie commented, appearing by surprise.

“I don't know,” I answered indifferently, with a tired sigh.

“Aren't you curious?” the doll asked, pointing at the living room phone, which had stopped ringing. “Come on, Donna, you threw (Y/N) out for much less…”

“Don't mention her name,” I said furiously, getting up from the sofa and walking towards the phone. “Cazzo…”

“Have you done your job, Rebecca? My patience is wearing thin,” my sister's voice reached my ear as I spied on the conversation.

“No, my lady, I'm afraid your sister won't listen to reason, although today I almost got her,” the maid answered, making me frown. “It won't be long before she gets carried away, I'm irresistible.”

“Oh, I already know that… I'm convinced that Donna won't be long before she succumbs to your charms,” Alcina answered, with a smug laugh. “She needs to get better, to feel loved, you understand? And what better way to do so than some sex with a beautiful maid like you…”

I should have assumed that girl would never notice me of her own free will. Angie was right; I'm blind, completely blind. My lack of experience dealing with my feelings had made me fail twice, but it wouldn't a third time.

“Yes, my lady, I look forward to my compensation, my lady,” the girl said, hanging up the phone while I did the same.

I should never have bothered to listen to that stupid woman. I could never fall in love again. I never had the right to. A horrible eternity awaited me without her, without (Y/N), my soulmate, the only one I ever loved, and the only one I would always love.

“Well, excuse the interruption,” the maid said, returning to the living room, where I was waiting for her, ready to get rid of her false devotion. “What is it that…? Ah, help!” she suddenly shrieked, at the same time I raised my hand to make her suffer.

“Get out…” I hissed, guiding her torture, making her run away from her worst fears.

“No, no! Leave me alone!” she shrieked, running terrified out the door.

Rebecca left and my twisted mind couldn't help but rejoice. If I had to live with that memory, with (Y/N) only in my dreams, so be it.

And so, I got to where I was at that moment, rethinking the doll's words, ones that, after remembering how I had gotten to that situation, reverberated in my head.

“If you don't do anything, you'll lose her forever...”

“Oh, cazzo,” I growled, getting up from the chair and looking for my black veil, covering my face again before doing something that I really didn't want to do.

“Where are you going, silly Donna? Are you going to listen to your friend Angie?” the doll mocked, with an amused smile.

“Shut up... I'm going... I'm going to get some air,” I lied, walking out the door while the doll's laughter penetrated my ears.

Of course I knew where (Y/N) had gone, what was going on in her life. The Duke provided me with the information I needed, and the guilty pleasure of knowing that stupid Ivana didn't take her heart. She surely betrayed (Y/N), like (Y/N) did with me.

I walked with a fixed course, avoiding the terrified eyes, the curious whispers of the villagers. I had a clear objective, but with my steps it was blurred until I reached the cabin, that secluded corner where (Y/N) had lived for a damn year.

“I shouldn't have left Angie at home,” I muttered, hesitating whether to knock on the door or not, looking around, searching for an answer, something to say.

(Y/N) opened the door before I could knock and her expression, her beauty left me speechless. Her eyebrows arched and her mouth slowly opened, as if she had seen what I am, a ghost.

“Donna,” she said dryly, shaking her head and crossing her arms. “What are you doing here? How do you know where I live?”

I couldn't answer, I simply shrugged. Luckily, my expressions were hidden under the black veil. She couldn't see how my eye sparkled when I saw her again.

“Uh, I guess I underestimated you,” (Y/N) whispered, leaning over the door frame. “What do you want? I'm busy.”

Hearing those hurtful words, I turned around, nodding slowly, confirming that it had been a bad idea to go to that place, to meet my memories again.

“Oh, wait, wait,” she said, taking several steps towards me. “Um... I'm not really busy, maybe you'd like some tea,” she offered with a distrustful look.

“Va bene,” I whispered, nodding and turning on my heels, entering the small cabin under her watchful gaze.

“Sit down,” (Y/N) said, pointing to a small sofa.

I obeyed as I looked at her new life, that cold and pitiful cabin.

Why did you have to deceive me, (Y/N)? Why did you have to do it?

“Here you are,” she said after a moment of waiting, sitting far, far away from me.

“Grazie,” I whispered, slowly taking the cup.

“What have you come for?” the girl asked abruptly, hardening her expression. “I haven't heard from you for a whole year, and suddenly you show up at my house for tea, what are you up to?”

I could hear the resentment, the rage, the hatred in her voice. That should have been reason enough to leave forever, but I didn't, I couldn't do it.

“Have you come to apologize?” (Y/N) asked cockily, something that made me tremble, remembering those horrible moments.

“No, I came for you to apologize,” I said furiously, shaking my head. “I have nothing to apologize for, (Y/N), you cheated on me.”

“Oh, straight to the point...” she sighed. “What audacity, Donna, you show up at my house after having thrown me out of yours to tell me to apologize… Do you really think about what you do?”

“You cheated on me, you are the one who has to apologize,” I said, pointing at her with my finger, trembling.

“I never cheated on you! Damn it… a whole year and you are not able to understand it, right? I never cheated on you, it was just a product of your fucking jealousy and paranoia,” she protested, getting to my level.

“Are you still denying it after all this time? I think it wasn’t a good idea to come, (Y/N),” I said calmly, holding back my desire to scream. “How can you continue denying the evidence?”

“I will deny it until I die, Donna, because it's a lie. I never cheated on you, I was always loyal to you, but you didn't listen to me,” (Y/N) hissed, gaining courage to face me. “You never let me give you an explanation!”

“There is no explanation,” I said, approaching her slowly, this time, without her backing away, losing the fear. “The ring and the letter were for your whore.”

She laughed, shaking her head and crossing her arms, biting her tongue.

“It wasn't mine!” she shrieked, clenching her fists tightly. “That letter, that ring weren't mine, it wasn't for my lover, don't you understand? My friend Viktor wanted to confess to his girlfriend and asked me to hide them at home because his mother was always against his relationship with Ivana, I did him a favor, I wrote the letter because his handwriting was intelligible…”

“Mm,” I muttered ignoring her pathetic defense. “That's the best thing you've come up with in a whole year? I thought you were smarter, (Y/N).”

“I see you haven't changed at all, you're still… The same jealous crazy woman as always!” she shrieked pointing her finger at my chest. “You know what? Don't believe me, I don't care. You were always the same, Donna, jealous, impulsive… Well, you know what? Fuck you…”

“I wouldn't be jealous if you didn't give me reasons to be!” I shouted, grabbing her arm tightly. “You cheated on me!”

“I never cheated on you! I could never do something like that because I loved you, Donna, I love you!” she shrieked, breaking free from my grip. “But I'm not going to keep wasting my time to make you understand, I have, I have to learn to live without you…”

“Are you playing the victim? Do you know what I've been through all this time?” I accused, chasing her through the house.

“Do you know what I've been through? No, you don't, you only think about yourself,” she whispered.

“Bugiarda,” I said, running out of answers that didn't seem childish.

“Ugh, you're…” (Y/N) growled, clenching her hands, kicking the floor, interrupted by some strange knocks on the door. “Shit.”

“Oh, is she your lover?” I asked sarcastically.

“I'll tell you so you understand: vaffanculo,” (Y/N) hissed, pushing me with her shoulder before opening the door.

“Fanculo a te!” I shrieked, furious.

“Oh, Ivana…” she sighed, mentioning a name that set off my alarms again.

“(Y/N), it seems I'm coming at a bad time so…” that girl said, looking at me scared and turning around.

She couldn't run away, (Y/N) grabbed her arm tightly, dragging her close to me.

“No, no, no, no, no, no, come here, come closer,” (Y/N) said, putting that slut in front of me and taking her arm, stretching it out. “Look, Donna, do you see this? Does it sound familiar?”

I looked reluctantly, discovering on one of her fingers a shiny ring, identical to the one I found that night.

“M-My ring? Oh yes, Viktor must have saved up a lot to buy it,” Ivana commented, visibly terrified. “Do you like it, Lady Beneviento?”

“Oh, yes, you love it, don't you, Donna?” (Y/N) mocked.

I blinked, with different thoughts crossing my head. Everything matched, the girl's name, the boy's name, a wedding ring on her other hand... The truth fell on me like a bucket of cold water. No, she never lied to me, she never cheated on me.

It was all my fault.

“W-Well, I just came to tell you that Vik and I are having a child and I wanted to celebrate it with the person who made it possible, but I'll come back another time, okay?” Ivana said, comically fleeing from my presence, stumbling along the way.

“Yes, go, oh, and congratulations,” (Y/N) said, closing the door and letting an angry sigh escape from her lips. “You, leave too.”

“Wait, (Y/N),” I said, approaching slowly, letting a tear roll down my cheek. “Is that true? Were you telling me the truth?”

“Donna, I've never lied to you,” she said, crossing her arms, holding back a sob.

“Why didn't you tell me?” I asked in a small voice.

“Because I know how you get, Donna. Fuck, you didn’t even let me explain it to you, you kicked me out of your house without giving me the right to defend myself,” she whispered, a little calmer. “You were always the same, honey, you always doubted me and I…”

“(Y/N),” I said, kneeling on the floor, pushing the black veil away from my face, begging for mercy. “Please, I beg you to forgive me… it was a misunderstanding and…”

“A misunderstanding? It’s always a misunderstanding, Donna, you were always the same, always your… fucking jealousy… You don’t know how much it hurt me to think that you thought I had cheated on you, that you didn’t know how much I loved you, how much… I love you…”

“I’m sorry,” I murmured, lowering my head. “Gods, I'm so sorry... I just, I was scared of losing you and... (Y/N), I haven't stopped thinking about you all this time, I...”

“Me neither, but I'm tired, Donna, tired of your doubts, of your jealousy. I'd love to forgive you and continue as always, but I can't do it,” she said, pulling away and shaking her head, wiping away her tears. “Leave, Donna, please.”

She was right, I was stupid and I lost her because of me. I could have screamed, begged for forgiveness, but I saw the pain in her eyes, she could never forgive me, because I behaved like, like a monster.

I just nodded, getting up from the floor and covering my shattered face with the veil, walking towards the door.

“Gods, come here…” (Y/N) whispered, turning me around, pushing aside my veil and kissing me deeply on the lips, leaving me stuck to the ground, unable to react. “Donna, why do you have to make everything so difficult?”

“(Y/N), I…” I murmured, letting myself be carried away by the pleasure of her kisses, of that reunion that I had dreamed of so much. “I'm sorry, I'm sorry for being a sick and jealous woman who is not capable of… of loving.”

“No, no darling…” she sighed, cupping my face in her hands. “I know you can love, I really do, but it's just… Oh, my love… if only you knew how much I've missed you…”

“G-Give me another chance, I beg you, I promise I'll never doubt you again,” I pleaded, squeezing her hands tightly, making her hiss in pain. “Per favore…”

“I would like to believe you, Donna…” she whispered, freeing herself from my grip and caressing my cheek. “But… it's going to be hard for me to do so, you'll have to earn it, do you hear me?”

“What?” I asked startled, blinking in confusion. “So…? Will you come back to me?”

“Yes, my love, I could never be with anyone else but you, you're the love of my life, my soulmate… Together we'll overcome those stupid things you have in your head. I'm sure we will…” she said, kissing me again. “No more misunderstandings, okay?”

“Okay, (Y/N)…”

[ferrarisonfilm]

A turn of events (social media au)

description: in which yn wolff, daughter of toto wolff, is best friends with almost everyone on the grid, but when suspicions of her dating one of the drivers are raised the fans are a bit confused at first

pairings: charles leclerc x reader, platonic!grid x reader

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@yn.wolff

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caption: recently 🤍

lewishamilton so happy you’re joining us for the season again!!

yn.wolff can’t wait to see you guys again :)

carlossainz55 i still can’t believe you beat lando, george and me with karting again…

yn.wolff i’m just talented like that 😌

charles_leclerc do you need a reminder of who won and who became second?

landonorris shhh don’t burst her bubble mate she was so happy when she thought she beat you for once

f1fangirl yn being besties with the grid is the best thing ever, they’re friendships are so cute 🥹

lewis44pal super random but does anyone else get the feeling she could be dating one of the boys?

f1wags she does seem pretty close to lewis? with toto as her dad it would make sense ig

ricsshoey how can someone be so pretty omg 😭

@yn.wolff

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caption: went for a little walk, bumped into some people :P

toto_wolff well this explains why i couldn’t find you anywhere in the garage

charles_leclerc phew who are those two handsome guys in red? 😏

yn.wolff i am never taking your picture again 👍

lilymhe my fav paddock babe, ily 🫶

yn.wolff aaa ilym lils mwah <33

lewis44pal omg guys, lewis has been really active on yn’s insta and now he liked her post and he’s in the first picture? i’m getting a little suspicious 🤨

@yn.wolff added to their story!

@charles_leclerc added to their story!

@yn.wolff

liked by charles_leclerc, toto_wolff, lewishamilton and 439.552 others

caption: a little getaway 🏂 <3

maxverstappen1 i hope he fell down the slopes lmao

yn.wolff oh he sure did, i was the one who pushed him ;)

carlossainz55 i'm still laughing at the video you sent to the gc

pierregasly let's all say thank you yn because that video is the best blackmail ever

lewishamilton i hope you guys had fun! 😚

yn.wolff thanks lew! we really did :))

f1wags wait... so it's not lewis but then who is it?

@charles_leclerc

liked by carlossainz55, yn.wolff, maxverstappen1 and 941.834 others

caption: what a way to come back after a small break! couldn't be happier to be on the podium again, thank you to everyone for working so hard and of course as always the tifosi for your never ending support ❤️ (p.s i guess that good luck charms do exist ;))

georgerussel63 congrats mate!

yn.wolff you did so good! congrats char :)

charles_leclerc thank you so much yn <3

carlossainz55 🔥🔥🔥

leclercsleftwing i'm not the only one seeing this right? charles and yn? is she his goodluck charm? my heart can't take this wtf

f1wags what if the person he’s smiling at in the last picture is yn 🥹

@yn.wolff

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caption: now playing "i'm in love with you" - the 1975

isahernaez beautiful as always 🫶 and those flowers, adorable!

susie_wolff cuties ❤️

ricsshoey OMG SHE'S SOFT LAUNCHING IT

f1fangirl everybody stay calm (i'm not staying calm and i'm already so invested) 😭

@charles_leclerc added to their story!

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this is my first fic/insta au ever AAAA, i hope you guys like it and let me know if you want a part 2 i guess??

[absolutebl]

This Week in BL - It's 2024 & I'm talking about TayNew... really?

(They pretty much told us all to sit down and shut tf up, 'cause they got this. AND THEY DO.)

Organized, in each category, with ones I'm enjoying most at the top.

Feb 2024 Wk 3

Ongoing Series - Thai

Cherry Magic (Sat YouTube grey) ep 9 of 12 - I broke. In my defense, it was Monday, I needed comfort, and TayNew were right tf there. Ya know what? They are great in this show. It's a great adaptation. I might like it more than the JBL live action. You know why? Really, honestly WHY...?

That was a PHENOMENAL KISS. Those boys did Thailand fucking proud. They did fandom a solid. Thank you OGs for reminding us how it's done. I was getting used to SloppyHot. And SloppyHot has its place, but that TayNew rooftop kiss was a top tear class act. It was tender and sweet and respectful and joyful. It was eye work and breath work and years of practice. How very far BL has come while still staying so much the same. TayNew - I salute you!

(Read all about distribution issues here.)

The Sign (Sat YT) ep 12fin - we waiting, I guess? Bah.

Cooking Crush (Sun YT) ep 11 of 12 - The recipe book thing was so damn cute and I love a claiming. YOU KNOW I LOVE A CLAIMING!

In fact, I love OffGun.

I love food based BL.

I adored seeing a reboot of "the infamous dragging". 

But I don’t love anything else about this show. Sigh.

1000 Years Old ep 1 of 12 - Finally we get our gay vampire BL from Feel Good Bangkok. Stars Shane (My Engineer) and fresh face Opal, directed by Champ (2gether). It’s kind of odd but enjoyable. A group of teen UFO seekers find a vampire instead. Opal looks a bit like a mix between Newnu + Leo (VIXX) - so cute + edge. Also, nice to see Shane again on our screens after so long. 

Finally, I like the subtle (and sometimes not subtle) presence of ghosts permeating this show. Do the friends know she's there? Do they know she's dead? Is the existence of paranormal accepted but not that of aliens? Or are the two combined? Is this lazy writing or just fun world building? Who cares! It's enjoyable.

For Him (Thurs iQIYI) ep 12fin - the nail painting bit was very cutie queers and I've not seen it done in BL before, so that was nice. For some reason captions never dropped for me on this last episode, but it didn’t really matter. Not much happened and I understood everything anyway.

Quick pitch?

From the people who brought us Unforgotten Night based on a y-novel, about a young man nursing a heartbreak who has a one-night stand, but the other boy didn't want it to end. This turned out to be a pulp that wasn’t half as good as it should have been and even less memorable, but not terrible. 5/10 DON'T BOTHER unless you're v bored

City of Stars (Fri iQIYI) ep 3 of 12 - Oh it is such a pulp: the acting is not good and the script is terrible. Of course, I’m mildly enjoying it. Very good dream kissing. There's something appealing about these main characters - I think it's the moot crushes. We rarely get to see that. These days everything feels very one sided, this... isn't.

A Secretly Love (Thai WeTV) - Khonprot, a third-year hazer of the engineering faculty, has a secret crush on Pluem, a tsundere fourth-year head hazer. Over the years, he's seen Pluem cycle through girlfriends. Recently, after a public breakup, however, Khonprot thinks maybe a boy has a chance.

I tried but I can't get into my WeTV account anymore and I'm way too lazy to figure it out. I'll catch it grey if I can, since I've rebooted the bootlegging side of my BL life for Cherry Magic anyway.

So this show may stay in this section, or I may bump it down to "it's airing but..."

If anyone is watching it, let me know if it's good?

Ongoing Series - Not Thai

Love For Love's Sake (Korea Weds iQIYI) 7-8fin - Ugh it was GREAT, despite some pretty telling flaws. I ended up feeling like some of the filming was amateurish (very overworked low angles - director's first feature, I assume), and the narrative is a little disjoined and on the nose, AND the subs are clumsy (which I don't expect from KBL) BUT I still loved it. (FYI - I wouldn't be so harsh on a BL for this kinda thing except one from Korea.)

Quick pitch:

This isekai-based KBL is about a man who must win a game by convincing a reserved teen outcast to fall in love with him. Of course, that teen represents himself and his own unhappiness. Like many queer narratives, this show is actually about self worth, trust, and found family, and it is VERY on the nose. But I don’t expect subtlety from my BL and I enjoyed it's truly lovely redemption arc and earnest performances. While I found the narrative a touch disjointed with overworked filming angles and poorer than average captions, this is certainly much better than early KBL in terms of consistency of tone, script, and immersion. Highly rewatchable and charming, which counts for a lot. 9/10

Trigger warning for suicide depicted.

Perfect Propose (Japan Fri Gaga) ep 4 of 6 - Gosh, it’s so lovely. But I do just constantly want to give them both hugs. 

AntiReset (Taiwan Fri Viki/Gaga) ep 4 of 10 - Oh look, Taiwan has created yet another BL where I spend most of the time watching it grinning like an idiot. Surprise surprise. The pet name thing was fucking adorable. Also Taiwan once more proving they come by their "kings of kissing" title honestly. I mean to say. In a week of good kisses this one was just... WOW.

On the other hand, some of the underpinning themes are starting to v worry me (ownership, consent, age), and we only just got started, and I don't trust this production company so... I have concerns.

But also... YAY KISSES!

(I'm made of weak moral fiber.)

Although I Love You and You AKA Sukiyanen Kedo Do Yaro ka (Japan Thurs Gaga) ep 6 of 10 - Like many other shows on this list. I just enjoy it the most when the two leads are on screen together. So this episode was kind of lacking because they were apart for most of it. I also am starting to agree with the tone of the plot, that maybe they ARE better off as friends not lovers. (And I'm sure I'm not supposed to want that.) Oh Japan, must you?

My Strawberry Film (Japan Gaga) ep 1 of 8 - Oh it’s good. In the arthouse lane so don’t expect sweetness & light or an HEA. If there’s no cartoon aspect to a JBL, there’s usually no joy. But it is certainly good. Teens uncover some old film and a mystery around a pretty girl. The background music is wildly annoying (and rarely in the background). 

It's Done

What Did You Eat Yesterday Season 2 AKA Kinou Nani Tabeta? Season 2 (Japan Gaga) 10 eps - will binge when I have any spare time. 2024 is crazy busy for me so far.

The Servant and the Young Master - from Vietnam, it's on YouTube. I will give it a try when I have a window of time.

Began Beginning (Myanmar YouTube) - A Burmese BL? @heretherebedork vouched for it, so I will give it a watch.

7 Days Before Valentine (Weds WeTV) - Gave me Luminous Solution vibes have decided not to watch.

It's Airing But...

Dead Friend Forever (Thai iQIYI) - rumors are it's interesting. I'm waiting to know how it ends.

Ossans Love Season 2 (Japan Gaga) - 5 years later, will anything have changed? This is Japan so… probubly not. I won't be watching this. I disliked Season one and actively hated the follow ups. No thank you.

Playboyy (Thurs Gaga) 14 eps - Dear Playboyy, it's not you, it’s me… I hate you. You’re about as deep (and as palatable) as a shot glass of cum. While I'm sure you’re someone’s kink, you're my weakest link. Goodbye. I DNFed this at ep 5. Frankly I'm impressed with myself for getting that far.

Time the series (Tue Gaga/YT) 10 eps - dropped it at ep 4.

Next Week Looks Like This:

2/24 Unknown (Taiwan Youku) 12 eps - Older brother tough guy breadwinner looks after his sister and defacto adopted little brother. Little bother falls in love with him and is sent away after a stolen kiss. But when he comes back…

Sam Lin has a cameo so even if I wasn't already excited, I'm in. We should be on our guard though, Taiwan will occasionally go edgy, dark, and sad... this could go there.

One assumes GMMTV is filling in the BL time slot with something queer on their YT Channel after Cooking Crush ends, they gonna lose subs if they don't. But I've not been paying attention to the chatter so I don't know which of their line-up it will be. I think G4 are filming/off radar now, and Earth is in that het noona thing? Plus they gotta sort out the IP for MIx-Up and Ossen. So it won't be one of the announced adaptations. They'll hold My Golden Blood for the high season, so I think it'll be one of the lesser known lead-outs. Wandee or Only Boo maybe? But they only just started filming those. Are we getting our long awaited GL? Anything else left from 2023 that I forgot about?

Upcoming BLs for 2024 are listed here. This list is not kept updated, so please leave a comment if you know something new or RP with additions.

THIS WEEK’S BEST MOMENTS

Two crawling kisses from Thailand this week. Now this is a fetish I didn't know I had. Turns out, we love this one! (*waves hand in air* I speak for all of us now.)

Cooking Crush

City of Stars

Possibly the best tsundere to cinnamon roll pivot we've had in a long time.

Also the best asshole to KING pivot. Could we have a whole drama staring this character now? Please?

And finally our sunshine learning to love himself.

SIGH. what a lovely show.

And a good SMILEY kiss from a KBL.

And then some cute cuddles? Korea is spoiling me these days. I'm catching expectations now. What's next? Japan learns to kiss in their light BLs? Ha! I kill me.

(All Love for Love's Sake).

(Last week)

[m1ssunderstanding]

Get Back Rewatch 55 Years On: Day 21: The Concert

Every time they're not on camera I simultaneously feel so relieved for them and so upset that I don't get to watch. Messed up of me, but hey. Remember that slightly disturbing quote where Paul said he actually does believe he's kind of public property and he's fine with that?

He looks so determined. Like the fairy tale prince staring down the dragon or Enjolras about to hijack a funeral (Literally my baby was conceived after I watched this in IMAX so if that tells you anything about my feelings . . . I'm going to be annoying I'm sorry I can't help it)

Her legs look so good in those tights! I love that Mo came not because her boyfriend needs his mommy but because she wants to see them perform! Kissing her on the mouth right now.

Danger boy Paul!

Fun fact, I was this John for Halloween in 2021 to a college party. My hair was already like that, and I had dirty white keds and black jeans, so I just did fake sideburns, fake glasses, and a fake fur coat. I tried to get my best friend to be Paul. She wanted to be a hooker, and I was like “It’s the same thing!”

See, look at him and his whorish ways!

John’s little lip-bit smile. He’s so happy with himself nailing that solo. Cutie. 

Cocky boys. As they should be. I love when they’re proud of their work together. Get Back is 95% just Looks between John and Paul, isn’t it?

John and Paul instantly jump into their little “humble working class entertainers” act. You know what just occurred to me? You know how they talked about the “rattle your jewelry” comment backstage and Paul dared John to say it? I wonder if they talked about the “audition” comment too.

It really is a beautiful thing they’re doing. It’s lovely, watching everyon leave their desk jobs and their shopping and whatever else to sit in their fire escapes and congregate in the street and huddle together on rooftops. It really is just like the happy end in a sixties zeitgeist movie. 

All the girls nervous to be too enthusiastic after years of being made fun of themselves and watching others like them being mocked on TV. Let girls like things, damnit!

Mo jamming! I’m in love.

John mouthing Paul’s lyrics.

“Paul McCartney singing that. What a voice.” Literally me if time travel existed. 

“And if SOMEBODY loved me like she does,” Well, it is good manners to look at the person you’re talking to, I guess. But you do have an audience, John. And a mic and a camera. 

“Absolutely disrupt all the business in this area.” Yes! Get those blue meanies, boys!

“No lay rishi gahd blay bloojaygoo” should replace all the stupid quotes the Lennon estate puts on everything they sell. Then I’d actually want their shit. Paul trying to magic the words from his head into John’s there. Successfully, though.

That “Pleeeeeheeeeease” is one of the prettiest beatles vocal moments. I love it with all my heart. And clearly, so does Paul. Doing that thing he does, inappropriately thrusting into his bass. 

Oh my gosh it’s the song Paul and John do together on tour right now!

That “Yyyyyeeeeeah, yeaaaaaah!” (I mean the whole song, the whole concert, but especially that) does things to me. 

John’s extremely blurry, because he turned his head quick enough to give him whiplash there, sorry everyone. But look! They’re having the time of their lives! They just love performing together so much!

Everyone goes to check on their accumulating audience. (except Paul. Wonder what that’s about.)Ringo’s little pleasantly surprised smile is so so sweet!

It must be so fun for them to be performing One after 909 again after all these years. Bitter sweet with everything that’s changed since then. 

LMAO Kevin thank you for your service!

He’s a silly cutie.

The mic in the street asking that girl if she’d like them to come back every lunchtime. Imagine if they did? How cute would that be? Like back to their cavern lunchtime shows. Maybe that could’ve saved them.

Them playing God Save the Queen reminds me of that story where Brian was like, “This bigger manager wants to buy your contract from me, and I just wanted to be straight with you. They could probably get better deals for you.” and they were like, “If you sell us to him we’re only playing God Save the Queen from that moment on.” It’s probably a fake story, but that’s what it made me think of. 

I always think that quote of Paul’s is so strange, where he was like “I never got the chance to watch John while we were playing.” Like. What are you talking about, baby?

Literally “Uh. Yeah. Uh. Yeah.” Fucking his bass. Staring at John. Okay? And I’m not supposed to take that and run with it? I’m not supposed to assume from that that you want to fuck your songwriting partner?

I think he genuinely wants to get arrested. I really do. I think he wants them all to get arrested so they can finally be alone in a room together. A lovely cell for four. Just shimmying at them. And Billy looking at him like, Bro. What the fuck is wrong with you?

Paul’s “woo” and shimmy :: John’s “woo” and weird little kick move. And Paul looks so fond, of course. 

God bless Mal for stalling those little fucks as long as humanly possible. And Debbie! “Don’t actually go on the roof because it’s overweight.” Gaslight, gatekeep, girlboss!

Absolutely LOVE John and George turning their amps back on. That’s right. You guys are what’s keeping the country going at this point, so if you want to play on your roof they better let you play on your roof and say thank you.

All the times when they just simultaneously turn to each other. Like, yes, this is our que to stare hungrily into each other’s eyes. 

My stomach just dropped at those words across the screen. “This was the Beatles’ last public performance.” We know, Peter Jackson. You don’t have to remind us. Jeez. 

John and Paul’s two very different but equally important leadership roles in the band at work here at the end of the concert. John delivers his iconic line, makes everyone laugh, and seals the band’s last performance with a very tight bow. Meanwhile, Paul’s climbing the gate to bypass the crowd and schmooze the police out of arresting Mal. 

THIS is sooo cute. Heads buried together and John’s very sweet, “‘s’matter? Hmm?” 

George is so cute here in the control room afterward. No wonder they don’t listen to his not wanting to do things, honestly, if he acts like this after. “What’s the law say why you can’t do that? Well how disturbing the peace? Yeah, I’m for taking over London. And every rock group in the world all on different buildings, playing the same tune.” Adorable.

Poor John. It breaks my heart that he doesn’t think his little lyric flub is funny. He’s disappointed in himself. I wish he could see that that’s one of the things everyone loves about him. George was grinning ear to ear about it. For fuck’s sake, that’s one of the reasons Paul fell in love with you in the first place. If only John could see himself the way we see him, you know? 

This little moment cracks me up. John always has to be mommy’s naughty little boy, and Yoko does a very sweet job of playing her part here. 

Linda and Paul are so touchy and clingy and it’s very romantic and I love that Ringo joins in and makes fun of them.   

The whole after-show glow for everyone was just so palpable and fantastic. I wish they could've gone on performing together. Clearly it made all of them very happy.

[jaiistg]

Enemies to lovers with Oikawa Toruu.

Authors note: Hiyaaa im back from the deadd, school's been stressing me out lately and I've been studying hard because I want to make my parents proud since they have high expectations of me.Im currently finishing my drafs and request's,Im sorry if it took awhile to write this HAHAJKAKAHAHAJJ

•You didn't really like Oikawa when you first met him,I mean....You didn't hate him nor like him so...Yeah.

•Your probably questioning why you feel neutral abt him Oikawa WELL YOU WERE WALKING TO THE SHOP TO BUY MILK BREAD BUT THEN YOU TRIPPED.AND YOU KNOW WHAT THIS BITCH DID????? HE LAUGHED AT YOU.But when he finished laughing he did offer you an hand "Hey are you Okay?" LIKE I LITERALLY TRIPPED DO I LOOK OKAY TO YOU?? "Nice of you to help me after laughing at me".

•You expected to never see his face again BUT NOOO....When you arrived at Aoba Josai YOU WERE MET WITH HIM.What a nice way to start school! "YOU?!" "The principal told me to help you with your first day to school cutie" "ew.I can do this on my own,leave me alone" and you got lost...THANK GODDD YOU SAW HIM,it was so awkward like you had to approach him from a bunch of fangirls giving him chocolates and shits😭 "Hey so.....I actually need your help...." "Ohohohoh?"

•You don't really know what his fangirls see in him.Was it his cocky attitude? Was it his narcissistic personality? Or was it his good looks? Even if you dont like him you can't deny that he has good looks,like bros magestic and knows it😭😭.

•He was really shocked when you didn't became all over him on the store,He was curious about you and wanted to see you again.You on the other hand WANTS TO AVOID THIS BOY.LIKE WHEN HE SAW YOU AT HIS SCHOOL HE WAS THINKING "this must be my lucky day" while you were thinking "Why does god hate me this much" LMAOO😭

•It all changed when your little brother was lost and you FINALLY saw him with Oikawa.He was so Gentle and Nice to him.You didn't expected him to have that kind of side.Maybe you were to judgemental of him so you decided to become friends with him and apologize.It was hard with his cocky attitude but you did it !! So proud of you

•As time goes by you became good friends with him surprisingly and got along with him ! It didn't take long until you both catched feelings for eachother tho.You didn't confess whatsoever because your afraid of rejection soo my boy Oikawa confessed first and didn't expect for you to return his feelings but he's happy !!

•We all know Oikawa has alot of fangirls amd it isn't rare for his significant other to be insecure of themselves because of It.He reassured you that he loves you more than anything and would never leave you for anyone.

•He would remind you everyday that he loves you so much,and he ALWAYS talks about you to his team to the point that whenever he says "do you guys know that y-" "dude just shut up already,we get it okay.Your in a healthy relationship 🙄". You get flowers everyday from him *winks*.

•And boy when I tell you,this boy is touch starved ‼️ whenever you guys walk to school together he would always hold your hand.And when your in class and you're tired he would always offer you his shoulder he gave the professor money so y'all could sit next to eachother,so worth it.

•This dude literally has all the love languages to exist lets not talk about quality time,yeah? BUTT HE MAKES IT UP WITH YOU WHENEVER YOU GUYS CAN'T SPEND TIME WITH EACHOTHER OKAYY.This poor boy feels so guilty and thinks he isn't worth your love just because you guys haven't spended time with each other for 2 DAYS pls comfort him.

•Hes happy that you support his passion for volleyball,its rare for someone to not get mad at him because he always plays volleyball and barely can spend time with his significant other.But just because you support his passion for volleyball doesn't mean that you support him ALL the time.When he is tired and exhausted but still wants to practice volleyball you say that he needs to take a rest.He can't say no to you so he did take a rest.He is really grateful to have a girlfriend like you !!<33

[weird-bookworm]

LET'S SPREAD SOME LOVE!!!!!

talk about your favourite mutuals and why you like them

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oh god this is gonna be one hell of an answer

@fairyhaos because shes the sweetest comfiest most adorably chaotic lil ball of energy + she gives the best advice like hello??? what are you??? oh god my heart goes a little off track everytime we talk i just love you so much

@wheeboo okay shes part 2 of the they-make-me-feel-the-safest trio along w yena and axe like please i stumbled across the sweetest sassiest boo stan ever ALSO UR GORGEOUS???

@blue-jisungs axeaxeaxeaxeaxe so chaotically lovely and so boomer and so fun and yoid think shes savage but no shes just soft and as harmful as a pinecone (why do u remind me of tht one joon meme of him just. sitting there. peeling potatoes. in tiny.)

@slytherinshua we kinda talked less for a while bc life happened and then caught up (kinda lol) and im so glad to see shes still as crazy and lovable as ever (im waiting for tht ppt) like talk abt impressive. impressive is her whole personality. sometimes in, uh, less than conventional ways...hehe

@eternalgyu HANNIE WHERE TF R U I MISS UUUUUUUU 😭😭😭😭🫶🏻 like yk what i imagine when i think of hannie? causing mischief. LIKE IDEK WHY OKAY i just feel like we'd be running around giggling like idiots js pulling random pranks on people and js the thought makes me smile

@yllouhannie ylli is like love. ylli is gentle and kind and sweet. shes understanding and passionate and really quite cute. oh my love you make me wanna jump off a cliff because how can someone like you exist 😭 (no srsly what is this witchcraft ilysm mwah)

@woozvc nora is like home. which is saying a lot lmao i sound dramatic but like yk when u just talk to someone and it feels just right even tho ur not rly doing much? shes older but she lets go and i can just feel how absolutely beautiful this person is *melts off a cliff*

@welcometomyoasis shu oh shu i have no words so pardon if this is a little small but. ik i say this a lot but i rly do mean it. i love you. so much. yr msgs and reblogs and asks always make a smile and they make me giddy and suddenly nothing is wrong with the world 🥺

@haecien bro is my ultimate gay bestie like what else do you need in life other than cien. what. nothing is the answer. life is complete when u hv cien and his shenanigans lolol like i dare you try to Not like him. i m p o s s i b l e.

@glosskirt AYYYYY MY ARMY SOULMATE we connected over min yoongi. we still rant over min yoongi. we shall die talking about min yoongi. like there is nothing better than having someone to fangirl with over my favs gloss you filled a hole in my life <3

@mesanthropi weiwei!!!! my little bundle of sugar spice and everything nice!! (+ chaos and a passion about the randomest shit ever how do u live why am i not this exciting) how is it always fun to talk to you and why do ur msgs excite me so much

@aaniag chaos. thats it. chaos. this woman brought with her about half a dozen more desi moots for me like how do i hug you how do i appreciate you enough i ugghhhh 😩

@thepoopdokyeomtouched im still waiting for my flirting yk? lol on a serious note, u and ur crazy streak r probably the most entertaining thing on here, and i fucking love it. i love ur chaos and the fact tht u choose to share it w me, thank you 🫶🏻

@arafilez bro rly dropped outta thin air like a fucking ghost and made my life abt a 100x more exciting where were you my entire life ara. where. why didnt the atz rants and the writing and the random asks show up sooner. why.

@nonononranghaee HAFS MY LIL CUTIE PATOOTIE WHY DO I ALWAYS WANNA SQUISH U NOMNOM U CRUSH U KSKSJEHEH u give me so much cuteness aggression oh my god...

@kkooongie sarah sarah sarah sarah sarah i live for ur writing and im always looking forward to our little chats abt books and random stuff (...when r u updating btw 😅)

@maeleelee @mxnsxngie @imagine-a-life-like-this i don't tell you guys enough how much i love and appreciate each one of you. i dont tell u enough how grateful i am whenever i think abt u bc god ik how hard it is to take in a random person in ur circle, to adjust w a kid, to make said kid feel safe and included and loved. so thank you. for all that you do for me and for loving lil ol' me <3

@cadenonlinelive where u at damn i hvnt seen u in ages

@rubywonu @idubiluv GUYS STOP HIBERNATING ITS NOT WINTER ANYMORE I MISS U

[jayparked]

BBG SAY LESS

when i tell you i’ve been IN my riki feels these days GAHHHH i refuse to believe someone that cool born in the same year as me exists rip

we all know he’s such a freaking tsundere but these days?? bro’s been acting wayyy too nonchalant smh fake ass emo frfr lmao but something i can definitely see him doing is having a playlist with songs he wants to share with his s/o aWWWW. i feel like he’d enjoy bonding over music even if their taste doesn’t align. yk that big couch he has in his dorm room? just sitting on floor, back against the leather sharing headphones? GIMME RN >>>

ohh another thing i love to do with my friends and would KILL to do with mr nishimura (only a slight exaggeration) is go through his camera roll? not in a creepy way lmao ik it sounds weird but i feel like you learn so much about a person and their habits/experiences. seeing old baby pictures or photos of food he’s eaten, places he’s visited, etc. i feel like it wouldn’t even have to be a romantic thing necessarily! just the emotional intimacy would get me:’)) seeing his boxy smile while he explains what the reason behind a drenched taki and harua or yelling jay in his camera roll LOL

(sorry this is so messy btw lolol i have a final tmr so i haven’t slept all night and i’m sorta losing my marbles THANK YOU FOR READING MY RAMBLE)

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this is so cute PLS 😭 i'm always in my riki feels so feel free to come share yours with me ANYTIME. i love that fake ass emo he's fr just like me

stop that's literally what i do 💀i have a playlist for jay, riki, mark, and jinwoo with songs that just remind me of them, that i think they would like etc. and i have a playlist for like a future partner with songs i love and i just keep adding to it as i discover more! i can definitely see riki being the same way. he'd even have a 'random dance playlist' that he'd love to have you shuffle and see how many he can get, and he'd be even happier if you danced along with him :(

i can also picture him being the type to want to sneak out late at night and find a quiet place to look up at the sky and share one of his headphones, trying to convey his thoughts through music. very on brand for him

imagine all the cool fit pics he has in his camera roll too????? like i feel like it would be whiplash going through his photos. you'd get the cocky selfies, the funny pictures of his friends, outfit pics, screenshots of songs/song lyrics and like you said food he's eaten or places he's been! how cool is it that we get to capture memories and hold onto them through photos 🥺 i love when it's a members birthday and they share photos of each other that we haven't seen before. i'm such a sucker for emotional intimacy, little acts of love and little ways of sharing yourself with someone go such a long way. would love to listen to him explain the stories behind his funny pics

i feel like you would enjoy this soft thought i had about him earlier today

good luck on your final tomorrow cutie :( i hope you can get lots of rest afterwards and thank you for sharing your soft thoughts with me!!!!

[missamyrisa2]

Story Archive: Megan's New Student

I found something very interesting~! This is an RP I did a long time ago, which I've converted into a tease story by removing the other person's reactions. This was me playing my character Megan, the aloof inventor with a penchant for running sensory overload experiments on cuties, as she leads a class at the local university. I felt like this was too good to only have ever existed as a closed door conversation. I remember doing this session in particular was one of the reasons why I started writing teases and fiction over always being tied up in private sessions ~<3

You feel the weight of eyes on your body, and catch an amused analytic gaze from me. Suppressing a grin, I take a seat next to you and begin speaking as though the conversation had already started when I first spotted you. "Are you usually nervous when you are starting your first day in a new environment? Your body language suggests you are highly bashful. And that is both cute and perfect for the machinations of which I'm currently authoring."

"Oh yes, you are particularly bashful. I haven't even started working on you yet and you're already so red and adorable." I clap my hands together and grin widely at you, pausing for a moment to observe you quiver in your seat. "But, I'm so sorry. I've gotten ahead of myself. The dean has tapped me to help get undergrads such as yourself acclimated to the school. My name is Megan. I'm currently working towards my masters." I put my hand out to shake yours, and then add as I look into your eyes- "...and I'm going to tickle you. "

I give you a wry smile and nod. "Yes I know. That is precisely why I am going to be tickling you. I was given a wide selection of students to choose from. I perceived your ticklishness almost immediately. This, coupled with the bashfulness I've just observed clinched you as a primary candidate for this experiment. Our studies of the subject are somewhat limited, but my thesis involves a bevy of exploratory wings, such as the effects of ticklishness on cute boys in campus settings. Oh, but I'm getting ahead of myself once more. I apologize. We will commence immediately." I grin and pull back my hand.

My hand then slips down and you hear a mechanical beeping as I touch one of the petals on my flower-shaped belt buckle, which glows faintly purple. An instant later, you see a copy of my hand, with perfect matching purple fingernails, slide out from within my black duster sweater. The hand is attached to a long white tendril, and its fingers are wiggling slowly in your direction. As it floats toward you, several more hands with wiggling fingers appear from within my sweater.

"Why, thank you. Your compliment is most appreciated. Especially considering how much this is going to tickle. Now, try to relax.." I can't help but giggle as the hands spring to work as you try to curl up, with one landing on your side to gently begin grasping at your tender spot with a long set of nails. Another hand tries to wiggle the fingers under your arm. The last of the first wave of hands teases you by drawing a fingernail along your ear, affectionately reminding you of your predicament. I grin delightfully at you, watching as my machine goes to work. "...of course, that's merely a joke of the scientific community. You're likely to laugh and squirm and blush in the most adorable of manners as I tickle you."

"Oh, removing your footwear saves me the trouble. And it means you are of a high calber submissive personality type. In that case, I'm recommending that the tickling frequency be doubled. Which is funny because I'm the sole executor of this experiment, so...tickle, tickle, tickle!" I smile warmly, directing the hands to skitter their nails over your feet, scribbling in wavy patterns over your soles with purple fingernails. I let you hide your red face for a moment because it amuses me, and point the hands to tickle the back of your neck with loving caresses, and briskly draw two index fingers up and down your sides. While the hands keep busy, I make gestures on my tablet computer, taking and documenting various statistics about your body and reactions. "Hm. There's a high probability that you are simply ticklish in all locales. Your reactions indicate a hot spot in your midsection, which indirectly suggests t-zones above and below the tummy in varying degrees. I'm recommending a full exploration of all ticklish territory."

"Ah, quite the positive reaction. I would surmise tickling excites you, doesn't it? Now, let's see that tummy that you're making such a fuss about." I dial a sequence into the machine and two hands spring forward, snatching you by your wrists and gently lifting you out of the chair. The tickling hands follow, still tracing the curves of your feet and probing your toes with their nails. By this time, our little experiment has caused quite a ruckus in the classroom, and people are now gathered to watch.

"I neglected to mention. You are the demonstration for this class today." I say with a grin, standing and walking towards the center of the room, my mechanical minions carrying you along with me as they continue to tickle your feet and underarms. "So, about that tummy." I wink as a new hand emerges and daintily grasps the end of your shirt...

"Okay class. I'm Megan, and I'm the teaching assistant in this reflexology lab. Today, we're studying ticklishness. Specifically, his ticklishness." I gesture to you, and send the hands in as one lifts your shirt. A hand spiders over your extra tender tummy, its nails trailing all around and grasping at your skin. "As you can see, this subject is highly ticklish. What's more interesting is that he is highly embarrassed by not only the tickling, but your presence as I make him laugh into submission. Today we will push his ticklishness to the maximum threshold as well as his factor of embarrassment, as the two go hand-in-hand in a subject this cute."

"That level of laughter indicates he has much more tickly giggles to give us. And yes, he's quite adorable" I continue, speaking to the class. I then gesture to the hands to have them lift you and place you on a padded exam table. I adjust the spot lighting above to focus on you, and activate cameras that display zoomed in feeds of your feet, tummy, and face.

"Next, we'll introduce raspberries into the experiment environment." I press a different petal on my belt and a new tool emerges: a pair of luscious lips attached to a mechanical tendril. A hand keeps your shirt lifted while the others hold you down. "Also known as zerberts and belly blows, this technique is super effective in administering tickles to a cute tummy such as this." The purple lips press their pillowy surfaces together with a smack and descend towards your exposed midsection.

Some of the students get out their phones and you hear clicking as they take photos and videos of your predicament. "Yes, yes, good note taking class. Now...for the tickles!" The lips descend on your belly, forming a seal and buzzing loudly. "I've coated these lips with a special gloss to make them extra slippery and tickly." The soft lips kiss and buzz all along your tummy, and the purply tongue licks inside of your bellybutton, leaving purple lip prints all over your midsection.

"And now, we'll start the complimentary tickling. Ah, I forgot." I wiggle my fingers at your feet and the hands comply, trailing over your instep with long raking motions. "I need a volunteer." A buxom young woman with bright blonde hair in a high ponytail immediately steps up. "Do you know what this is?" I pull out a magic wand vibrator. The girl takes it enthusiastically. I wave to your helpless body and the hands lift your shirt completely off. "Let's see how stimulating his buttons affects his ticklishness and embarrassment" I point to your nipples and the girl eagerly turns the magic wand on with a big smile.

"aww!" The girl pinches your cheek lightly and kisses you on the nose as she brings the vibrating wand to your nipple, lightly caressing it in tight circles. "Goochie goooo baby..." She says, holding the tool tightly with two hands as she tickles your buttons.

"Now, we are administering tickles to two highly sensitive places. Given the test results so far, we can conclude these are also erogenous zones for our cute subject. As the tickling continues..." I gesture to the hands and have them grasp your hips, both holding your pants tightly against your body and lightly tickling your hipbones with their thumbs in slow rolling motions. "We should see a *growing* effect in this region" I wave my hand in a circle between your legs.

The class watches intently both at the table and on the monitors, which are showing your tummy being raspberried, your nipple being buzzed, and your hips being tickled.

I smile with satisfaction as a swelling becomes apparent between your legs. "There we go. Our adorable boy toy has become aroused. Now, let's help him along, shall we?" The girl with the magic wand continues to tease your nipple and rapidly flicks the other with her nail.

The lips continue to raspberry your belly, their purple surface brushing your lower abdomen and nibbling your belly. I direct the hands at your feet to drift upwards and begin squeezing your knees lightly. "With a slightly altered tickling routine, we can then introduce something...softer. I'll need another volunteer, someone with very nice lips." I glance around and zero in on a goth girl with crimson full lips. "Perfect. Come here please." I direct her to you. "Have you ever kissed someone who is being tickled? It's quite a challenge, but I can see you are up to it." The girl smirks and nods.

She tosses aside her long shiny black hair steadies your face by holding one jewelry-laden hand to your cheek and brushes her lips against yours. "A tickle makeout is just the thing to take him to the next phase!"

"Oh, this is precisely what I had expected. As you can see from this impressive tent, our subject is now quite aroused. But, this lovely volunteer is also receiving a residual effect, as our actions cause him to vibrate which in turn is transmitted through the kisses she's giving him." I have one of the hands stroke the girl's hair, as she continues to make out with your squirming lips. She moans softly through the kiss, pressing harder and sliding her tongue along yours.

The students are crowded tightly around the table, egging the girl with the vibrator on, who is now testing the wand on your sides as she continues to work your nipples with her fingers. The purple lips drift up to the free nipple and begin kissing, allowing the more bold students to sneak pokes and strokes of your belly.

For the moment, I stand with a hand on my hip, satisfied as I watch your reaction to all the tickling and analyzing you on a deeper level for the next stage of the experiment.

"Why yes, he does sound like a teen girl with those laughs. Let's work with that, shall we?" I direct the machine to lift you from the table and the hands begin to slowly remove your clothing for all to see. As the machine hands tug down your garments, the class can't help but reach up and tease your exposed skin, tickling gently.

You are naked for a moment, on full display before tickly fingers, before one of the hands begins sliding up a pair of purple panties onto your legs. The robo hands work the silky material over your swollen member, taking extra care to position it. As you are brought back to the table, you can see the goth girl is getting a new application of lip coating from another machine of mine.

Barely clothed and laid back down on the exam table, my hands retract for the moment. "There we go" I say with a big smile "isn't he so cute? Okay class, I'm going to let you take this round." The hands of the classroom begin reaching for your body - their hands immediately tickling up your underarms, sides, belly, and thighs, while the goth girl flashes a big grin to you with her newly glowing purple lips as she descends to start the kissing anew.

"Okay class. I believe we have demonstrated how machines and hands can be used to effectively tickle our subject. Additionally, tickling can be supplemented with additional fetishes. Today I've injected kissing and a sprinkle of crossdressing" I press a petal on my flower belt and the machine hands distribute feathers, vibrators, and makeup brushes amongst themselves.

"Lastly, we shall study the fine art of the ticklegasm." I turn towards you and grin, directing the class to step back. Your goth kisser reluctantly breaks contact before reading your nipples with her nails.

"Now, this may tickle a little bit." I raise you by your arms in full view of the class, my robohands wiggling their fingers and waving their tickle tools.

"Aww. Isn't our subject just the cutest? Let's have a big round of applause." I make the robo hands pinch your cheeks and caress your hair as the class applauds and take pictures of your helpless form, suspended in front of them. "I suppose we can give him a little break before the finale..." I muse, thumbing through your vitals and scans on my tablet. "So what shall we supplement his treatment with? Hmm? Some spanking?" I have a hand playfully and lightly tap your behind, then gently pinch it. "Forced feeding?" A hand inexplicably pulls a huge cake from nowhere and the class laughs. "Hmm...he's awfully blushy, isn't he?" I grin wide, and turn to my robotic hands holding makeup brushes.

"Let's doll up our little toy before the big show." I direct the girls over and we crowd around the tablet, picking out various clothing and accessories. After a little deliberation, we approach you and I dial in a new sequence. "...unless you'd rather just get right to the tickles?" I wink, as portals open in the floor bringing in clothing, and my robot hands with makeup brushes wave back and forth in anticipation of either tickling or applying their tools to you.

"You heard him, ladies!" I laugh and press a button to start. "One makeover coming up!"

The robotic hands set you down and start rubbing together in pairs, spreading a sweet smelling perfumed lotion. They approach you with their slippery digits, massaging the lotion onto your skin. They caress your legs, knead your knees, squeeze your sides gently, draw up your arms, and palm over your chest and back.

As the fruity fragrance fills the air and your skin softens, the hands position you to slide a purple sheath dress over your body. The material glides over your skin and settled into place. At the same time, the machine pulls black stockings up your legs, drawing a finger or two over the surface to make you wiggle and writhe compliantly.

As you are lifted and deposited into shiny black wedge shoes, the hands accessorize you by slipping a silver necklace with a heart shaped charm over your neck, snapping matching chunky black bracelets over your wrists, and cinching your waist with a thick black belt.

The class oohs and ahhs at your transformation, taking more snaps with their phones. I grin and gesture to the eager makeup brush hands, who descend quickly...

"Why, look at that ladies!" I giggle as the hands adjust your new clothes and accessories. "He doesn't even need any blush he's so red! Even the lotion tickles him!" I dial in a makeup sequence and the brushes spring to you. "But, it never hurts to put a little on." The hands apply a light layer of foundation to your face, massaging it in gently. Next the blusher brush hands dust your cheeks merrily. Two spinning mascara brushes slowly approach your eyes as the hands hold your face still, the dark liquid spreading over your eyelashes. A light bit of black eyeliner is applied, and the hands wrap up by rolling purple lipstick on your lips.

As you are put on display, the crowd closes in again. They admire and take photos of you. Their hands poke and caress you, sneaking in gentle tickles. One bold girl holds you by the belt and starts tickling your side. Through the crowd, you see your goth admirer puckering her lips, seemingly even more attracted to you.

I grin, as this was all part of my intended experiment. She looks to me, and says "May I?" I nod at her and smile at you.

"This, ladies" I gesture to you "is a lovely test subject". I look at my tablet and purse my lips, looking back at you a few times. "Okay. Now it's the trifecta. Dr. Megan prescribes a heavy makeout session, a nice dose of tickling..." In an instant, the hands snap into action, backing you against the wall with your arms in the air. Two hands with makeup brushes begin dusting your underarms as more hands creep up and down your legs, gently squeezing your knees and skittering their nails over your thighs.

Then the goth girl appears in front of you and drives her lips into yours once more, as she squeezes your sides with her hands, running her thumbs up and down briskly.

Eyeing your vitals between your legs I grin and wave over a curvy girl in an adorable pinafore who has been eager to join the action. "And for the naughty boy, plenty of spanking to follow. This will ensure maximum inspiration of arousal for the ticklegasm experiment."

The hands proceed to deposit you into the waiting lap of the buxom young lady, whose ample curves are accentuated by her dark pinafore dress with buttons over a striped top. She grins and runs her long-nailed hand over your back. Taking advantage of both her larger size and your submissive nature, she easily spins you around for all to see, and invites the girls to take a closer look at your cute new outfit and..."look at this tent! Poor baby, he just can't help himself!" "awwww" the girls echo, their hands reaching out to glide their finger tips all over you.

"are you an excited wiiidle boy?" "tiiiickle tiiiickle!" "such a naughty girly boy"

The woman whose lap you sit upon agrees with the naughty sentiments as I look on and take notes, my mechanical minions floating at the ready. You are flipped onto your back and feel a soft hand slide over your bottom through the dress and panties. With a deafening *smack* her hand comes down onto your soft posterior. She then lovingly gropes your tush, probing for sensitive spots with her nails before repeating the spank.

"This is quite exciting. Our adorable subject is completely submissive to anything we desire. Why, we could draw lewd characters on his face right now with honey and he'd take it! But I like to think I give something back to my subjects. He is quite aroused as you can see. We're going to force him to orgasm shortly, and this spanking will help as it drives his erect penis into the panties, dress, and our lovely volunteer's ample thighs. I'm going to bring tickling back into the mix because 1) he is soooo ticklish! 2) tickling very much tuns him on. While I start the sequence, I'll be taking a poll among you ladies as to whether we should make him orgasm while wearing his cute new outfit or make him naked as the day he was born"

As the girls watch and giggle, you hear my machine beep to life, as two hands close their nails around your sides just as your spanker rears back for another round...

"Do you like being tickled?" I ask, clipboard in hand as I direct the mechanical hands to briskly run their thumbnails up and down your sides alternately. The spanking woman brings her hand down for a playful smack, then gently massages your rear occasionally bringing up her nails to dig them into your sensitized cheeks as my machine merrily tickles you.

The ladies cast their votes on a tally board, and call over my attention while I study your giggles with a big smile. "ah, it looks like you are staying in that cute dress, my tickle doll. The ladies have spoken!"

With a grin, I dial a new sequence into my belt and a new set of mechanical hands appear at the ready. Equipped with magic wand vibrators, feathers, and a large bottle of massage oil, they are specialized in ticklegasms, and begin slowly descending to your helpless form!

With a flip you are brought about to rest on her lap face-up, seeing my mechanical minions descend. Oiling up eagerly between their fingers as the wands buzz around your waist and chest, my machine works quickly to start this process much to the amusement of the girl who holds you supportively. And just as the hands slide under the dress and over the panties to start making you feel good, the feathers start in teasing at your ears and feet and legs with those distracting tickles. Lastly with a little needy squeak, the goth girl reappears, pulls your upper body back and proceeds to make out with you upside down, catching your quivering lips with hers as her fingers skitter and wiggle over your neck. Not to be left out, the spanker girl reaches around to pinch your booty while enjoying how the dress shuffles and dances with all the activity happening below.

And as all of the session's teasing and taunting and tickling overloads you with this grand finale of a climax, I tap a new sequence into my machine so the hands can lift your shuddering form right at the moment of the ticklegasm. All around the class is able to enjoy your clenched toes and quivering legs as you are made to climax in front of them in your teasing little outfit. The feathers follow, tracing your ears and cheeks and toes to make you dance through all your gasping moans.

"Ah, class. It looks like I was too eager today. We have ten minutes remaining. Feel free to run out the clock." I grin as I have the machine toss you onto the exam table, the class eagerly rushing forward especially those who haven't gotten to play yet. I start taking my notes and make sure the camera catches the ending melee as my mechanical hands retract, ready to start a session with the cutie candidate in my next lecture.

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Hiiii! I’m a femme back in the dating scene and I have literally zero idea where to find butches/mascs/studs that’s not in a bar :( I don’t drink and I’m only 20 anyways. I’ve had shit luck on hinge </3 any advice for a femme who really wants to love and be loved ☹️✋🏻

Hey! Thanks for asking!

I use social media a lot, so i try to find instagram pages of groups for my city. I’m part of a transmasc club, and a sapphic book club. both of which, i found on instagram!

You can do this on facebook too if you’re into older studs/butches/mascs 🤪

There’s the app Lex. Sometimes people post about events there! and it’s sorted by location. there’s also groups you can join on lex, and some groups are local and not just online.

Make queer friends. we stick together. Do all the things with new people with the intention of being friends. and meet their friends. merge social circles. do what you can to build your own community. you’ll meet people!

Go to gay events. find event venues near you and go to the stuff they host, that you like. and talk to people! start with a compliment, see if it sparks anything! if not you just made someone feel good.

Try going to local markets! There might be probably are queer vendors or shoppers!

make an effort to get people’s number or socials. that’s how you stay connected and see them in your feed to remind yourself that hey! these people exist and do things!

try new things!! oh my god. you have to try new stuff, that’s where the butches and studs are hiding. they’re doing their craft. helping someone else in their free time. I met a carpenter nonbinary lesbian going on a date to make pottery! they were making new stairs for the shop.

The app Her is good! I’ve met up with some really great people from that app! Lots of “not for me” but you don’t know until you try!

Look in the paper, or the app for your local paper and look for events that sound alt or really artsy. Gallery opening? small shows? things like that. if you think it’s interesting, maybe a butch/stud/masc does too!

Try a free period at a local gym out and scope out the hotties.

When you see em, you gotta talk to em. Don’t let the opportunity pass you by!!!

Don’t we all want to love and be loved. 🖤

All those things are things I have done and is how i met my lover. i said “okay yeah”, and i went to stuff. i tried things i thought looked interesting! i made some really great friends on the way. and did a lot of things to gain some really interesting lore. Sometimes it takes awhile. And you can take yourself on all these dates and outings too. get comfortable being you and being with you. It can take time and practice, but you’ve taken a step by asking, and that’s super proactive! Love that energy! Keep it up and you’ll have your pick of all the cuties in your area.