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juliana, 19y/o, she/her, reality shifter living vicariously through her writing ♾️
my hero academia, twisted wonderland, genshin impact
masterlist aka directory
my inbox is open always! i mostly write about aged up katsuki, but i’m open to any other characters from different fandoms as long as i know them.
i JUST saw your reverse kiss and make out fic and i LOVE THEM is it okay for you to do the same for the rest of the cast plssss 💖
Kiss And Makeout *FLIPPED
( ✧ ) ────── parent stories . fluff - gn!reader .
- [𝐜𝐡.] riddle . ace . deuce . jamil . idia . silver
- [𝐩:𝐬] ~Fluff with a Dash of Heat . Emotional Comfort . Bad Day Comfort (for Riddle, Deuce, Silver, Jamil) . Impulsive Behavior (Ace, Idia, Jamil) . Suggestive Themes . Kissing . Emotional Vulnerability . Anxiety/Insecurity Mention . Possessive Behavior . Flustered/Desperate Behavior . Unexpected Boldness .
Note: I think you guys want me to make a second part... but I don't know 🤭. Alright, your guys' wishes have come true! Here is part two!!! (≧◡≦) ♡ Hope you guys enjoy it like the first one~
Riddle Rosehearts
It had been one of those days. Riddle had been holding it together by the finest thread of willpower and discipline. His prefect duties had dragged longer than expected, a few underclassmen had dared to ignore the Queen’s Law No. 89 about corridor traffic flow, and worst of all, someone spilled rose jam on one of the unbirthday party table linens.
By the time you found him pacing the Rose Garden, cheeks flushed with frustration and lips pressed into a hard line, he was seconds from snapping.
“Riddle,” you called softly.
His head snapped toward you. That stern expression flickered just for a moment. “I don’t have time—”
You took a step closer. “You’re pushing yourself too hard.”
And that did it. Something broke.
Without a word, he grabbed your hand—firm, but not rough—and began walking. You barely had time to react as he led you down the corridor, past classrooms, past portraits whose eyes seemed far too nosey, and toward a supply closet tucked away behind the alchemy wing. The moment the door shut behind you, he turned the lock with a soft click.
You barely had time to question before he pinned you gently but with urgency against the shelf-lined wall. His eyes flickered with something between anger and desire.
ruggie bucchi has always been scrappy. sharp eyes, sharp teeth, and even sharper instincts. in the harsh slums of the afterglow savanna, it was survival of the fastest, the smartest, the greediest. and ruggie was all three.
that’s why he doesn’t share. not his food, not his money, not his time. if he has a full belly and jingly pockets, that’s all he needs. or at least, that’s what he tells himself.
until you.
you, with your dumb little pack of emergency snacks. you, who breaks your bread in half before you even take a bite. you, who laughs and calls him a “scavenger” when he swipes extra pastries from the cafeteria, but never once judges him for it. you, who says “thanks” even when he hands you a squished onigiri from his pocket, like it’s gourmet.
it started small. he started to pretend he was too full, offering you the last dumpling. tosses you a wrapped rice ball, says it’s a “favor” so you owe him later.
but the truth? the raw, scary truth?
he wants to share. wants to see you eat. wants to feed you like it proves something he can’t say out loud.
maybe it’s love. maybe it’s loyalty. maybe it’s the terrifying realization that he’d go hungry if it meant seeing you full.
and that is terrifying. because ruggie bucchi does not share.
except with you.
hello! So far you have made really good post, and it made me think, what if you made one about bakugou x y/n, they JUST started making out and started this thing where after class and even the cafeteria hours they would go to the roof top and make out, and then come back to class and act like nothing ever happened. Also somtimes he would throw a paper and secretly desk her under the desk where they would meet up. 😍
it started with one kiss.
honestly, you don’t even remember what triggered it. something stupid in class, probably, like you calling him out under your breath and him daring you to say it up close. one second you were bickering in the hallway, and the next, his hand was gripping your jaw, his lips demanding against yours.
after that? yeah, it quickly became a habit.
after class, during lunch, any spare moment the both of you could steal, he’d slip a crumpled piece of paper onto your desk with one word:
“roof.”
no punctuation. just urgency.
you’d show up a few minutes later, heart pounding like it was your first time, only to be yanked behind the rooftop door and kissed like he hadn’t seen you in years.
hands tangled in hair, breaths short, uniform slightly rumpled. and then the bell would ring, and he’d pull away with a low and frustrated growl. you’d fix your tie. he’d fix his attitude.
by the time you were both back in the classroom, it was like nothing had happened. no one knew, not a soul.
except maybe mina, who kept side-eyeing bakugou’s flushed ears every time he walked back into the room with that barely disguised smirk.
sometimes he’d get bold. like leaning over during lessons and bump your knee under the desk. or toss you a note with nothing but a time and a smug little “tch.”
you played it cool, of course.
but every rooftop meeting only made the secret sweeter.
and every time he muttered, “you’re mine, y’know that?” against your lips, you’d nod like you didn’t already know.
“I will love you forever and when ‘forever’ ends, I’ll love you some more.”
For the event, can I request Malleus for this? I need to send ALL my love to him ASAP. Although for this, feel free to have him being the one saying it to reader.
Gender Neutral Reader x Malleus Draconia Word Count: 1.2k
Prompt 51: "I will love you forever and when ‘forever’ ends, I’ll love you some more."
GN!Reader x Malleus Draconia vs. Azul Ashengrotto vs. Vil Schoenheit Word Count: 5.3k
Summary: Who knew that in a world of magic, and mayhem, and outright villainy, that it'd be something as stupid as Valentine's Day that would push these idiots over the edge. Or, Malleus, Azul, and Vil go to war over some chocolates
A/N: This MC/Plot takes place in the Heroes vs Villains universe -- specifically Post-Staff's route, rather than any of our other lovely idiot husbands.
synopsis : you want to be the first person to wish your katsuki a happy birthday every year <3
an. HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY BOYFRIEND!!
cw. nothing, pure fluff!!! also fem reader!
"5..4...3...2...1...aaaand—happy birthday, katsuki !!"
katsuki groans sleepily as your arms tighten around him. "you're fucking insane. it's midnight."
happy birthday to the god explosion murder dyamight
Hii! I saw that the requests are open and I js want to ask a little request, it's been a while since I last did anyway,,
I saw that you —atleast used— to do obsessive love before! So can I request an obsessed! Diasomnia x reader? Tysm :))
Ty for requesting!! Loved this
Obsessed!Sebek that’s addicted to your voice of all things- so meek compared to his, and regardless of the volume, he’s constantly encouraging you to ‘speak up’. He won’t quiet himself for you of all people (no matter how many times he imagines laying his head in your lap and letting your gentle inflections lull him to sleep), and so what if he wants to hear you more? It’s not HIS fault your every sound makes his ears prick up and stand to attention,, Do better, human 😒 (before he subconsciously gets gentler)
Obsessed!Silver that can’t stop dreaming of you,, Being whispered to by your gentle lips and getting held in what appears to be your wedding bed seems all but too good to be true- because it is, and he wakes up in the middle of a lecture :( He watches you in an enchanted daze from across the room- and even with his sleep-addled vision, he decides that’s what he wants to wake up to every day.. He’ll work hard to make it his reality- if you’ll have him <3
Obsessed!Lilia that just. Can’t stop smelling you. Not your deodorant, cologne, or shampoo- but you, that sweet-sweat-smell makes him go INSANE. And what’s worse is it’s only yours?? He goes as far as to copy your daily routine in an attempt to,, Adapt your scent himself, but it’s just not the SAME!! So, he steals your favourite shirt, and all is well. (Until he needs another one and you’re forced to move in with him to get your wardrobe back :p)
Obsessed!Malleus is the yearning final boss. EVERYTHING you do makes him go wild with this selfish need to observe, to know every aspect of your life until he can predict your actions with terrifying accuracy- then, and only then may his,, “Idle Interest” abate. All the human habits of doodling and yawning you’ve pushed him into are excluded, of course,, He knows painfully well how unbecoming and childish this is of him, but he can’t seem to stop </3
Ace trappola,romantic,true colors(Justin Timberlake version)
𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐲 𝐕𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞'𝐬 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭
𝐒𝐨𝐧𝐠: True Colors by Anna Kendrick, Justin Timberlake
𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 510
𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐬: Established relationship, Fluff
Ace always acted like he wasn’t the protective type. He teased you relentlessly, called you ridiculous pet names just to see you groan, and pretended to be indifferent about most things. But you’d learned the truth a long time ago—Ace cared, and he cared a lot.
It was in the way he always matched his pace to yours when you walked together, even if it meant slowing down from his usual long strides. It was in how he always noticed when you were feeling off, nudging you playfully but keeping a close eye on you. It was in the way he hovered without making it obvious, like now.
Love your stories♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️ Could I request the female reader falling asleep on their boyfriends lap with the dorm leaders and vice dorm leaders + Floyd? Thank you.
In the Comfort of You
( ✧ ) ────── boyfriend stories . fluff - no prns mentioned .
- [𝐜𝐡.] dorm leaders . vice dorm leaders + floyd
- [𝐩:𝐬] none
Note: Aww, this prompt is actually so cute are you kidding! I came back from my dance comp early so I celebrated by writing again! (*¯︶¯*)
Riddle Rosehearts
It was a quiet afternoon in Heartslabyul, the garden unusually still after a morning of chaos. The usual string of rules, order, and unexpected mushroom inspections had tired out even the strictest members. The sun filtered through the rose bushes, scattering golden flecks across the picnic blanket laid out under the gazebo. The breeze rustled the leaves above, and the faint smell of strawberry tarts lingered in the air.
Riddle sat upright, posture perfect, a book open in his lap. He was mid-sentence when he felt a shift beside him.
You, his girlfriend, had been curled up at his side for a while, your head resting lightly on his shoulder. But now, slowly, without a word, you repositioned yourself and laid your head fully in his lap.
He stiffened.
Rules. There were rules about propriety. About maintaining posture. About not being flustered in public—even if it was just you two in the garden. His brain fired through a checklist of what he should do. He should tell you to sit up. He should maintain boundaries.
But then he looked down.
Your face was peaceful, softened by sleep. A slight smile played on your lips, your chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm. One hand loosely held the hem of his jacket, as if even in sleep, you wanted to be close to him. You trusted him enough to rest like this. On him.
His heart stuttered.
Kalim shines like the sun, radiant and unwavering—yet each day, he burns a little closer to the edge, waiting for the moment he no longer has to be the light for everyone else.
Kalim Al-Asim is the sun.
Golden and bright, the very picture of abundance. He is the warmth that spills into every crevice, the laughter that brightens any shadowed corner. To anyone who looks upon him, Kalim is all light—glowing, inexhaustible.
He smiles, beaming as though he has never known a reason to frown. He is the friend who helps without question, the noble who offers wealth as casually as he breathes. Everything about him seems limitless, as if there’s a wellspring of joy tucked beneath his ribs.
To the world, he is everything one could want. Money? He has enough that he could give it away a thousand times and never feel the weight of the loss. Status? He holds it effortlessly, carrying the Al-Asim legacy like a crown he was born to wear. Power? He stands at the top of his dorm, a place reserved for the most capable, a place so few could even dream to reach.
Yet when he is alone, under the quiet of his own thoughts, he wonders if this light truly belongs to him.
For he is the sun, yes, but only in appearance. And sometimes, when the crowd's noise fades, and he is left in the quiet of his own mind, he feels more like the moon.
A surface that reflects the light given to it, glowing not because it burns but because it must imitate what it cannot create. He looks at his life, and the brightness seems less a gift and more a performance—a practiced gleam, like polished gold.
In which he slowly realizes that he'll never be able to look at anyone else, he's been ruined for everyone else but you.
Riddle’s hand trembled slightly as he lingered over the pastry display, his eyes darting between options. The thought of indulging felt reckless, wasteful even, but the ache of exhaustion gnawed at him.
You stepped beside him, your presence a quiet anchor. Without hesitation, you gestured to the strawberry tart.
“That one,” you told the waiter, your voice steady. “He’ll have that.”
Riddle blinked, startled. “But I—I didn’t even—”
“You didn’t have to say anything,” you replied gently, turning to him with a small, knowing smile. “You’ve had a long week. This will help.”
When the tart arrived, he stared at it like it was some foreign object. Slowly, he took a bite. The sweetness hit his tongue, and his chest constricted—not from the sugar but from the overwhelming realization: you knew.
You had seen his fatigue, his silent need for comfort, and you didn’t push or pry. You just… provided.
He couldn’t meet your eyes after that, afraid they might betray the way his heart ached—aching because no one else had ever seen him like you did.
Prompt: "It's a Zing not a Fling" :: The moment they realize you're the one. Masterlist: LinkedUP Parts: Heartslabyul | Savanaclaw (Here) | Octavinelle | Scarabia | Pomefiore | Ignihyde | Diasomnia A/N: No bullets this time. Excuse my wheezing. I hope that I finally leveled up - Also I'm doing these out of order baybeee. Mixing it up hohoho.
Durable. Thick yet durable leather. It's part of Leona's skin at this point. His palms hide - feeling naked and alone - without the supple caress of leather. Gloves that he's adorned for as long as he can remember.
When was it, that his father gifted him a pair of gloves? Not too long after his unique magic was revealed, he knows that much. The exact day is lost to a time before he could recall such things. Before he had a reason to think twice about touching the world with his bare hands.
Now, all Leona knows is supple leather. Letting himself go bare alone in his bedroom is a risk. One he hadn't allowed himself until the ripened age of rebellion. In a country that worships the sun. Washes in the rain. A prince that turns the lush world to sand is a poison. No matter what assurance or empty reach for his potential - that damned word, it's never enough. He is never enough - a prince like him is no prince to the people.
In a world of firsts, he would forever lack.
Oh my goshhhhhh I LOVED the Randomly Kissing the Dorm Leaders prompt you just did!! Their reactions were so cute and it was just the right amount of suggestive hehe!! Is there any chance you would consider doing the vice housewardens too?
Kiss And Make-Out
( ✧ ) ────── boyfriend stories . fluff - no prns mentioned .
- [𝐜𝐡.] vice dormleaders
- [𝐩:𝐬] suggestive themes . mentions of making out . romantic tension
Note: I sure can! Here you go anon! <3
Trey Clover
It was supposed to be a normal afternoon. Trey had just finished up club activities and was making his way back to Heartslabyul’s dorm, a bit dusty from helping Riddle with some garden chores. He was in the middle of rolling up his sleeves when he heard footsteps running up behind him — and before he could turn around fully, you had grabbed his hand and yanked him into an empty storage room near the greenhouse.
“Whoa—! [Name]?” he blinked, only slightly surprised as the door shut behind you. “What’s going on? Did something happen—”
Your hands came up, cupping his face, and then? Kiss.
One, two, three — they came like sugar-sweet raindrops: on his cheeks, his lips, his nose, his forehead. A barrage of affection. Trey just stood there in stunned silence, warm hands lightly hovering at your waist as you showered him with love. He blinked behind his glasses, heart thudding a bit harder with each peck.
“Missed you,” you whispered between kisses. “And I just couldn’t wait anymore.”
That’s when he finally exhaled a soft laugh. “You’re unbelievable,” he murmured, cheeks flushed just enough to pinken under his freckles. He pulled you in by the waist, leaning his forehead against yours. “Dragging me into a room like this… You trying to give me a heart attack, sweetheart?”
You grinned up at him, eyes sparkling with mischief. “Guilty.”
He chuckled, brushing your hair back gently. “You could’ve at least let me clean up first… I’m all sweaty from gardening,” he teased — but even as he said it, his thumb was brushing softly along your cheek, eyes drinking you in like you were the sweetest confection he’d ever laid eyes on.
Then, in a rare moment of selfishness, Trey kissed you back — not just once, but again and again, slow and thorough like he was trying to memorize the shape of your love. The kind of kisses that felt like coming home after a long day.
no one ever trusted katsuki - not fully anyways. i mean, how could anyone? he fired up quickly, and made rash decision out of pure anger. katsuki didn’t even trust himself, he knew how he was and it, honestly, scared him.
that is - until you came along.
from the moment katsuki met you, he couldn’t get your sickly, kind attitude out of his head. some people would call your viewpoint naïve and stupid and blah blah blah (real footage from katsuki's head) whereas, katsuki saw it as his guardian angel. you led him to a path where he did have faith in himself, because you did.
he almost felt lucky to have you— fuck that, he was lucky. especially now, with your body waiting for him to take care of you, just like he often does.
low snores escaped your body and katsuki snorts, kneeling down in front of you, to slip your fingers away from the book that you were previously reading. his hand moves to your hair that cascades over your face, while giving you lightest peck known to mankind.
that wakes you up instantly, your lashes fluttering and heart beating from the mere smell of him.
“’suki? when’d you get home?” you try to sit up, before his hands stop you.
“just now - go back to bed,” you hum in satisfaction at that “i’ll get you to bed, m’kay?” a slow and drooling nod answers him.
and, just like that, something that would be so ordinary to anyone else, feels so special to katsuki. the fact that you let him look after you in such a vulnerable way, that you have this much trust in him, as you let him take your clothes off, so you can wear something more comfortable, never fails to amaze him.
after all, no one has ever had so much belief in him like you did.
