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“Heehee… It’s like… you’re a big brother to me.”
I spend so much time thinking about this line. Top 10 WORST people to call brother of all time.
Identity V Comic Market 104 (C104)
~Today's event~
Have you all arrived yet? Please stay hydrated and be mindful of your surroundings, and enter in order!
The venue is South Exhibition Hall 3-4, No. 2631. We're waiting for you to come and have some fun together♡
Left
Naib : Did the stream started already?
Emma : Is that Aesop taking off his mask? It's crowded there-
Annie : Shall I tell him that the stream is starting? UwU
Right
Annie : Shall I tell him that the stream is starting? UwU
Alice : Ah, it seems that he just realized that the stream is started
Fiona : Aesop's response, very cute wwwww (Japanese laugh)
LUCA PREFER WHITE ROSES OVER RED
Solitude over socialising (even tho he is a friendly guy)
A bright moon night over hazy one
And think people with dreams are imaginative
Ok .. can we marry now I passed the test??
And it's also shown in Shin's memory thing(when you give him the lantern at chap3) he mentions about him seeing Midori as an older brother!
Hello, yttd fan. I've heard you enjoy both shin tsukimi and midori's characters. In front of you is a pencil and a sheet of paper. Right now I will show you multiple scenes from the game that talk about shin and midori, which include:
Shin having a panic attack upon seeing a photo of Midori
AI Shin talking about how Midori enjoyed seeing him scared
Midori saying he wants to kill Shin and considering it a display of affection
Midori immediately killing AI Shin when he showed some semblance of independence
Now, using the pencil and paper, you will write your thoughts about these scenes. If your notes conclude that Shin and Midori are a cute healthy couple, imply that there's no power imbalance in this character dynamic, or use the words "toxic yaoi" at any point, I will activate the mechanism which will drop this church organ on your head. Good luck.
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― interlude
norton campbell x you he finds you crying in your room out of anxiety
(this was requested here)
As you slip out of the manor’s ballroom, the sound of lively conversation follows behind you. Voices blend together the further you go, dulled by the winding hallways, and soon you can’t tell them apart anymore. Once in a while a hearty laugh will ring out, shrill and distinct above the rest—a laugh you can usually identify as Demi’s, her self-restraint long lost to copious glasses of wine.
By the time you reach your room upstairs, the chatter is still thrumming through the floorboards. That rhythm is all you can focus on: the pulse of the party, the drum of your heart. You shut your bedroom door behind you before sinking to the floor. All night you’ve felt like an anvil has been weighing down your spirit, and it’s finally snuffed out the last of your strength. With shaking fingers, you clutch your mouth and choke out a staggered gasp, no longer able to stifle your cries.
The manor’s walls are thin, you know that well. Maybe you should feel lucky that the party under your feet will drown out any noise you make. But you still feel the need to make yourself quiet as a ghost, afraid a single sound might hush the entire downstairs into curious silence. As if they’d be climbing over each other to press their ears against the ceiling, eager for a chance to hear the crying guest upstairs. But the party goes on, and your tears go unnoticed.
Time starts to blur in the dim confines of your room. You don’t care to count the minutes, but enough time passes that you rub your nose raw. Before long it starts to feel like you’re teetering on the edge of sleep: swaddled by the pitch-black room, with the neverending song of muffled laughter and clinking glasses as your lullaby. If you shut your eyes long enough, maybe you’ll really fall.
All of a sudden a foreign sound cuts through your haze. Heavy footsteps, like that of a pair of boots. As they drag down the hall your ears prick up, the entirety of your body freezing over. They trudge along slowly, then stop in front of your door.
It’s Norton. He doesn’t announce himself, but he doesn’t have to. You know it’s Norton from his weary gait and the faint whistle in his breath. He pushes open your door without bothering to knock first. It’s clear he’s not expecting anyone to be on the other side of it, because he loudly clicks his tongue when it jams into you, and keeps trying to force it. The wood thuds against your back a few times before he releases the knob with a scoff.
“It’s me,” he says, striking the door twice with the flat of his hand. “Move whatever’s blocking the door.” His knocks feel urgent, but careful. Even when pressed flush against the wood, you don’t feel the jolt of his usual aggression. Still, your eyes squeeze shut. There’s no strength left in you to muster an answer.
Norton himself isn’t what concerns you. It’s having to show him the state you’re in. He’ll have nothing sensitive to say about it, and you’re not in the right mind to brave through that callous indifference of his. Honestly, the thought of addressing anything feels utterly impossible. You’ve been holding your breath ever since his footsteps came trudging down the hall, wishing you could just disappear.
“(Y/N),” he presses.
I’m sorry, you think.
There’s nothing you can offer him that he wouldn’t be able to find at the party. It doesn’t matter what he wants or if you let him in—your answer won’t change from a mortified I can’t help right now, sorry I’m so useless. At least staying in here eliminates the need to say it to his face. He’ll get the memo eventually.
. . .
. . . .
. . . . . .
When you’re certain he’s not fussing with the door anymore, you lean back into it, waiting for the click! of its close. Then you exhale, shallow, shaky, but quiet still. The fresh air tastes sweet in your lungs. It’s your own fault for holding your breath so long, but you’ve never been kind to yourself, especially not in moments like these.
You decide to wait a few seconds before locking it. Every sound you make is another tick on the time bomb, after all. Counting down to what exactly, you wouldn’t know; that’s a detail you’d rather not uncover.
Right when you’ve decided enough time has passed and you fumble for the lock, the door bursts open again. The force catches you off guard, practically sweeping you across the floor, and Norton strides in before you have the chance to push him out again. His eyes lock on you, shadowed by the dark of your room.
It’s an odd, silent reunion. You almost feel like you’re in trouble for something. He doesn’t even greet you before he tears his gaze away, peeking around your bed and bookshelf. Perhaps he thought you’d snuck off with someone.
“N-No one else is in here,” you croak.
“Where are the matches?” he asks, brushing off whatever you were insinuating.
He digs around your drawer until he finds a matchbox, then lights your bedside candle. From your spot curled into your knees, you gaze at his large figure, backlit by the candlelight. You’re still not sure what he came in here for. Though Norton isn’t exactly known for his transparency, not even with you. While he’s occupied at your nightstand, you try to wipe the puffiness from your eyes. It still doesn’t stop the next wave of tears from welling up.
“I’m sorry…” you murmur. He glances over his shoulder, waving out the match.
“For what?”
For crying. For leaving. For shutting him out. But with your words failing you, all you can do is shake your head — ‘forget it’ — and nuzzle deeper into your knees. It’s embarrassing to be the only one who’s ever crying between you two. Norton closes off his heart so stubbornly that you can’t even imagine a tear in his eye. You’re sorry for that, too. For burdening him and not extending the same care in return.
He doesn’t say anything for a while. Stillness overtakes the room — with him standing by your bed, watching you; with you buried into yourself, soft sniffles leaking through. Finally you hear him approach. He crouches in front of you, bringing the candlestick holder with him.
“Hey.” His tone of voice always has a biting edge to it, even when he’s trying to be gentle. He takes your hands, guiding them away from your bloodshot eyes. “Stop crying.”
I’m trying.
“Why didn’t you come get me?”
You shake your head again. “I’m okay,” you insist between snivels. “You didn’t have to come up.”
What use is there in saying that? One look at you gives the truth away. Norton would never take the bait that easily. He reaches a hand for your cheek, wetting his thumb as a stray tear falls.
“You’re a lousy liar,” he says. His hand is warm. Rough, but warm. It tempts you to lean into it, to rest in its gentle hold for a little while. But even with him wide open in front of you, your lingering guilt anchors you in place. You meet his brown eyes, the flickering candlelight reflected within them. Come here, they say. You’re sure you’re just imagining it.
Seeming to sense your hesitation, Norton makes the decision for you. He scoops you up effortlessly, and as you’re raised into his arms another rush of tears floods through you. At the same time, the heaviness you felt before begins to lift. It’s as if you’ve finally been given permission to cry, no longer weighed down by the shame you felt previously. Or maybe you’re just too relieved to care about that now. You wrap your arms tightly around his shoulders.
“You never have to ask,” he murmurs to you. It’s a reminder you’ve ignored too many times before. He lays you gently on your bed, and you refuse to unhook your arms from around him. He slots himself beside you. You think you mumble out a reply, but you can’t remember what it was before the cloak of sleep comes over you.
Midori is not a good lover
The REAL Sou Hiyori relationship headcanons <3
first off, you don’t know if he genuinely likes you or not and most likely will never be sure
Maybe you’re a piece of pawn in his stupid chess game but what can you do?
Midori manipulates and gaslights you just like with anyone else, you’re the primary victim that receives most of it though
He seems like a man that didn’t have a heart, and he literally doesn’t
Feels like he doesn’t know how to act in a relationship or more like he doesn’t care enough to
You think he’d choose his work over you anytime
He’s so on and off with his affection
He treats you like everyone else, particularly more strict with you sometimes and scolds you more often than the other participants
This fucker is adamant about “being fair to all participants and not letting a personal relation change that” and yet you feel like he’s being the most unfair to you
Even more passive aggressive when it comes to you, he loves to bring up the past and laugh when you get pissed
But then sometimes, he would appear out of nowhere and gives you a quick peck
You’d expect him to be open to PDA, and yet he only ever initiates (and allows) any affection when it’s just the two of you
You’re conflicted, though, at certain times he’ll choose a timing where most of everyone is gathered in one place and approach you with the most affection you’ll ever receive from him
He makes sure everyone is looking, maybe it’s his way of showing his twisted sense of superiority?
Midori very quickly reverts back to ignoring you if he is satisfied
You learn that he is extremely possessive
Yes, you get fed up with his shit many times and he knows it well
Does he ever apologize? Never.
Like ever.
You could confront him, but he’ll give you the same saccharine smile and feigns innocence
“What’s wrong with me showing my lover off to everyone? Does that upset you?”
When you try to explain that’s not why you’re upset, he convinces you that you’re overreacting and somehow makes you seem like the bad guy for “not wanting to be seen with him.” (bitchass)
Weirdly loves small talk
Midori would interrogate you whenever he pleases and ask about your favorite color to wear on a rainy day
You cant tell if he really cares about your responses at all because he just stands there and blinks with his smile and throws follow up questions at you
Kind of feels like he wants to know everything about you but also nothing at the same time
Remembers small, itty bitty details about you
It’s endearing but also freaks you out because he remembers which angle you prefer to wear your collar
Very touchy when he wants to be, but acts like a jerk when he decides he doesn’t feel like it
Limited use of pet names because he prefers calling you by your name
Will call you sweetheart (mockingly most of the time), “my favorite participant,” or a shortened version of your name
Likes to receive but doesn’t give, unless he needs something
You don’t know why you’re still with him
Midori is very good at making you feel special but also worthless
Will give you overly expensive presents that you don’t need and stare at your reaction as you open them
(does he think this makes up for his neglect as a partner?)
Very likely to give you jewelry with his initials, he might have one with your initials but won’t wear it
Sucks at comforting
He actually just doesn’t comfort at all
He makes things worse when you’re upset
“You’re crying? Humans really are sentimental beings, after all. I guess crying is all that you’re capable of.”
Let you play and style with his hair in private
Gets defensive and change the subject when you mention Shin’s history with him
Avoids personal questions like the plague
Actively tries to poke into every corner of your life. Boundaries? What’s that?
Not a very good partner, he’s just not a good person in general
Midori rarely mentions your relationship in front of the other participants, but when he does, he refers to you as his lover
Will pair you with him with the red light, he knows you don’t have the guts to kill him
Urges you on to kill him way too often
He gives you a smug knowing grin and a kiss when you can’t do it
Don’t try to physically hurt him, it turns him on (he won’t hesitate to break your arm)
Remember when I said he’s very possessive?
Fucker treats you like an object
no one takes what belongs to him
Won’t be the type to defend you and won’t fight if someone hits on you
He would direct the conversation elsewhere and weird out whoever it is somehow (always works)
Shows up a few days later with news that the attacker mysteriously jumped of a building (willingly?)
His romantic side is very unconventional
“Would you love me even if I was a worm?”
“Worms are rather dirty and invasive, are they not? I’d rather not deal with a pest, thanks.”
Found you ❣️
Yandere Nikolai??
i forgor again
i just want to say..im not that active on tumblr, so if you want to see my works more often, my twitter - k0waiku !<3
I've been horribly sick lately TwT, would you be willing to write something for Luca or Andrew taking care of a sick reader s/o? Regardless, have a great day!
This situation is a lot worse for Andrew than Luca!
Andrew Kreiss
-Having lost his mother, the only good thing he had in early life, to sickness, so you falling ill would bring out a lot of panic and desperation. You're just about the only good thing he's got now, and he's not willing to go another round with fate or God or whoever about that. Worse if this is in the manor, because people don't get sick here.
-Andrew hardly gets a moment of rest when you're sick, even if it's only mild. Unfortunately, he's uneducated and inexperienced with caring for people, so most of the ways he tries to help are outdated home remedies that won't actually help much. Worse, perhaps, it would take a very strong will to say no to a man as panicked as Andrew is over your health. Nothing you say or do can soothe him, but taking whatever "cures" he offers will at least keep him from completely losing it. (If you're lucky, he might have some aspirin.)
-You'll be asked to gargle warm vinegar for a sore throat, drink so much tea and broth you'll be sick of them, take bath after bath with whatever herbs and oils he can get his hands on. It's hard to get proper rest with all his scrambling. In the manor, there's at least Emily's professional voice to reign him in. When he's not buzzing about you with cure after cure, he's sat right next to your bed, head bent with bitter prayers.
-By the time you're feeling better, he might be a little worse for wear. He spends so much of your sickness stressing, not sleeping, not eating, and it all catches up to him when you're back to normal.
-Trying to talk to him after you're better can lead to a myriad of results depending on where you are in your relationship, but it might be one of the best opportunities for him to tell you about his mother. Your relationship can only be stronger for that.
Luca Balsa
-Luca is concerned but tries to be more logical about this. Plenty of people fall ill and recover. If this happens in the manor, he doesn't jump to the worst conclusion. The manor's healing factor does have its limits, he reasons, so if it's something particularly nasty it may be possible for you to come down with it for a few days. But it always heals people up in the end, so you'll be fine.
-He's much more removed than Andrew his. Luca will help you get comfortable in bed with all your basics taken care of. (Tea, a cold wrap, maybe some snacks.) Then, if feasible, set someone more qualified to taking care of you. In the manor, this means Emily, of course.
-Luca will pop back in to check on you a few times throughout the day, but mostly he carries on with his own work until someone tells him there's cause for more serious concern. You're in good hands.
-If you're not contagious, he might lay down with you for a while. But otherwise, Luca's health isn't great due to his previous injuries and him being underweight, so it's best for him to keep his distance. Whatever you've come down with has a good chance of hitting him harder, if he picks it up.
-Once you're feeling better, he's prepared to smother you in kisses to make up for him having to stay away more.
how do u think one would go about getting in a relationship with Andrew/Matthias 👁️ a lot of patience no doubt but i wanna hear ur BEAUTIFUL thoughts 💋 love how u write everyone tbh u have such a good grasp of IDV characters and their personalities
You HAVE to be friends with them first.
Andrew and Matthias are top contenders for requiring the most patience for building a genuine relationship our of all the survivors, and for both of them it's due to trauma and trust issues. Neither of them trust people to value them, and are always waiting for the dime to drop. One day they'll almost round a corner and hear you complaining about them to a friend, saying how ugly they are, how much you're annoyed by them, how so-and-so is much better to be around.... And you'd have to pry and admission of that concern out of their cold, perma-dead hands. So the only way to combat this is with time and a genuine friendship as a foundation.
They're both the type to fall for a friend, for the above reasons and more. You've always been pretty/handsome, sure, but you can admire a sculpture without wanting to take it home. Its a kind, patient, and understanding heart that they value the most. If you've got the patience for this, the manor will give you the time, and one day they'll open up.
anhane…… how life chabging
"jealous, jealous, jealous boyy.." ft. diluc
bro was discombobulated
A Luca x reader would be nice........... preferably slow burn and y/n is the shy type............. I'm hungry................. Thirsty............ Would beg....... Thank you.... *dying*
♡— The Prisoner with a shy S/O
♡— Oh my god… anon… N-N… NO!!!! Anon please, don’t do this to me… breathe. Oh my god. BREATHE!! *sniff* *sob* i’m… I’m so sorry i couldn’t save you, anon…. I hope you’re in a better place now… *sob*
♡— Warnings: g/n reader, fluff, possibly ooc i’m not sure, word count is 1400
♡— Luca Balsa, despite going through a turmoil of tragic events, never did once even try to stop working on his lifelong passion, god forbid even think of it. Yes, around him there were degenerates, murderers, thieves, even mystical, strange creatures - such combinations would drive any man crazy, as if anyone in here already wasn’t. But after all, finding something you could get absorbed in is the best method for killing time, don’t they say? Not even his developing issue with memory loss can stop him now.
♡— That’s why the prisoner, most of the time, could be found in the comfort of his own dorm, sitting by the desk while brain storming for yet another solution to the new experiment he was currently developing. And to be frank, he did quite like it this way. He had his own corner in the world, didn’t need to worry about money, could eat delicious meals and could even discuss some scientific matters with a few other enlightened individuals. And the prize for winning the game was even more tempting. Just imagine how much quicker he could develop his project with all this cash.
♡— Despite all the focus on his own dreams and scientific infatuations, Luca didn’t stray from engaging in interactions with other people. He’s certainly considered as one of the friendliest and most cheerful people in here. Some wonder if anyone im here ever managed to get on his nerve. He’s just very tolerable towards most, if not all, however, clearly he feels most comfortable near people who are willing to listen to his info-dumps, or engage in smart conversations, ask questions and give suggestions. There weren’t much residents in the manor like this. Most are either uninterested or too weirded out, therefore the prisoner always appreciated the open minded ones.
♡— Sadly, Luca’s past whereabouts left a permanent scar on him, making him a little unaware to some social cues. This man can not pick up on someone being painfully visibly attracted to him. He assumes all people willingly interacting with him are either friendly or just curious. Luca likes showing off and exchanging ideas with his mentor Alva, asking Helena for advice and letting her touch all of his tools or projects, trying to connect nature with science together with Luchino, or even explaining his ideas to the suspiciously fascinated Florian.
♡— And then there was you. A person very shy, awkward even. Everyone didn’t mind your presence, you just existed in your own bubble, in silence. Sometimes, someone would try to include you in some conversation, and while you did appreciate the gesture you just couldn’t grasp why you felt so uncomfortable, barely able to form a meaningful sentence. That was until you first encountered a young, quite charming in his own way man personally. You instantly became fond of Luca Balsa. Something about him just radiated pure happiness. He genuinely wanted to talk with you, sensing your anxiety, and you have no idea whether it’s for better or worse, because, oh God - he made you feel butterflies in your stomach and needles in your heart. You’ve got a crush on the Oletus manor’s „Prisoner”.
♡— You didn’t know what to do. The newly discovered feelings for the boy made your anxiety far more intense than it already was. Something in your head just screamed to not get too attached, after all, this is Luca Balsa we’re speaking of, he most likely doesn’t view you as anything else but a companion in matches. But, of course, the heart always does whatever it wants, ignoring the brain. That’s how you found yourself standing in front of his dorm doors, reflecting on if it’s alright for you to knock on them. What if he’s too busy right now and you’re just going to be a burden? This was a part of your mastermind plan - try to get into his interests and become a closer friend, and then…. maybe the friendship could bloom onto something else? You were in deep wonder, unaware that the doors are now open and Luca was waving his hand in front of your face. Earth to you.
♡— Either way, you spent some quality time with him together. He was very pleased to hear that you wanted to find out more about his projects and shared several insights related to his future plans. His dorm felt oddly cozy. You didn’t even realize that visiting Luca became some sort of a habit of yours, entering his workplace nearly on a daily basis - it made you forget about all the atrocities you witnessed during the bloody games. His voice was so soft and gentle, his eyes beamed as you kept asking questions about what is he doing right now. Luca felt so glad to elaborate and ramble about his passion. He’d even offer you to help him, giving you simple tasks as asking you to bring a certain tool. He was well aware of your shyness, so he was as understanding as he could, not forcing anything onto you. One day, Luchino teasingly called you „Luca’s little assistant”. The intense colour of your cheeks spoke for itself. You were head over heels.
♡— Quickly enough, your small acts of kindness turned into something way more serious. At one point, you felt like Luca’s own caretaker, because he was literally too absorbed in his work to pay attention to his own well-being. After you began frequently assisting him in not only helping to build some programs, you just took care of his needs. While Luca would love to stay up all night and didn’t like when people complained about it, oddly enough, he didn’t hesitate to tuck himself into his bed after you offered the prisoner too. You made sure he went outside and ate enough. Simple gestures like that were your own way of showing him affection, as you were too shy to be verbally affectionate.
♡— The whole situationship was now taking way too long. You were absolutely crazy over Luca, while he viewed you as a good friend and a fast learning companion. Everyone could tell you were following him like a lost puppy outside of matches, and he didn’t mind it at all. You just wished he would finally pick up on your real intentions, but at the same time you felt worried. What if he won’t talk to you anymore? What if there will be weird tension between the both of you if you confess? On one ordinary day, you were sitting by his desk as always, silently reading the notes hanged on the cork board while Luca came to you and asked to help him draw a technical sketch in his work notebook, to which you agreed to. After months of practice in his dorm you already knew how to properly draw a project on a piece of paper with accurate proportions - yet this certain sketch was new to you, you weren’t quite sure how to do it. That’s when Luca held your hand and guided it, helping you be more precise, and what an amazing, ecstatic feeling it was, his hand contained a specific, electric even, feeling on top of that. You blushed so hard you were surprised Luca didn’t even notice, but you knew you can’t be with him this way. You were hurting yourself by not telling the truth.
♡— This is how you found yourself sitting on Lucas’s desk, looking down and fidgeting with your fingers after telling the prisoner to listen for a minute. The whole thing was so stressful you can barely remember anything from that moment, not sure if it’s because of your own anxiety or if it’s the curse of this wicked place you’re stuck in. Either way, your confession to him was probably the most awkward one this Manor has ever seen - and it certainly saw a lot. Luca was surprised he didn’t manage to connect the dots for so long. He was focused on all the wrong things and failed to notice your affection towards him. Those were a few painful months, but he was going to make sure you know he appreciates all the help, not only on the projects, but also helping him take care of himself. Luca asked you for permission to kiss you while holding your hand, which you agreed to, feeling happy like never, making all your shyness go away for once… which did not last long, as Florian entered the room without knocking, making a loud „EWW” sound. Luca was going to make sure no one will interrupt you, scribbling something about a doorbell in his notebook right after kissing you like his life depended on it. Turns out, Luca Balsa now has found something to look forward to in his life other that science and innovative inventions - which was you.
Thank you for your request anon… i hope you can read this fic in the afterlife at least… anyways this my first time writing a fic for a character i’m not very familiar with. I tried to be as accurate as i could so i’m sorry if it’s ooc 😭 anyways it’s 2am now… idv x reader tag how are you doing on this lovely summer night
SPOILERS FOR YTTD CHAPTER 3
SHIN TSUMIKI ... 0.0%
(little bonus comic underneath :) )
hugs from the 'senior' partners
good afternoon anhane nation 💥
which survs (or hunters) do you think would get worked up knowing its their partner's first time? maybe im biased but i think fool's gold and luchino (maybe just evil reptilian? luchino is a gentleman but also he can be freaky idk) would get off on the idea that they're claiming their partner like nobody has before - 🐶
HMMMM yeah I've got some thoughts. I'm gonna split this into three groups and just give a few mentions that fit each one well
Thinks it's Hot (Corruption Kink)
Fool's Gold does not care about your experience levels or your comfort, and in fact it's hotter if you're tight and weak. His partners are just whiny little holes for him to fill, after all. Keep in mind, this one is going to hurt, and he doesn't care.
Florian doesn't even think he counts as a corruptor for this kink, because obviously he's squeaky clean polished gold! Still, it's pretty cute that you wanna give him the first run of your tight little body. Just don't be weirded out, okay? I promise everything he does and says is completely normal....
Ithaqua wouldn't want it any other way. But that doesn't surprise anyone at this point, does it? You are HIS, and HE is the only one that should be inside of you. Point. Period. Done.
Mostly Neutral/Mixed
Andrew is, on one hand, thrilled that you've both 'saved' yourselves for each other! On the other...neither of you really know what you're doing as a result. He would be flattered if he was your first, but practically speaking it's better if he's not.
Antonio thinks it's adorable that you want to be with him, but he does question if that's a safe choice to make. He'll go through with it if you really want, but he does make sure to warn you about the risks. (His size, for one, and the whole devil-posession thing.)
Alva doesn't mind either way. He's a slow burn, so if he considers it you're already in love anyway. He's a very patient lover--maybe too patient, for some--and will make sure you have plenty of prep. Honestly, with the way his libido is you might not even get his dick out of his pants the first few times. It's all fingers and mouth work, baby.
Would Really Rather NOT Be Your First...
Luchino knows how he is as a lover (intense, to put it in a word) and while he will agree to be your first if there is mutual attraction and feelings, and he will be considerate and patient with you, he'd still prefer if you got someone else. His easy mode might still be a bit much for you, and anything more vanilla than that isn't often enjoyable for him. (Evil Reptilian is more like Fool's Gold, though. He gives no fucks.)
Matthias can't stand the thought of being the one to 'taint' you. It's hard enough getting to a point of feeling like it's okay to interact with you sexually at all, but to be your FIRST? No. Please, don't ask him again. He'd rather turn a blind eye to you bedding someone else for release.
Edgar will straight up tell you that he doesn't want to have to teach you how to have sex. He will, if you really want him to, but he's gonna grumble. (He's not the best or most patient teacher for this and he knows it. He'll try his best...but his best may not be satisfactory.)
Also, unironically some of the BEST male options for your first time: Luca, Eli, Joseph
This ask
VALE boys x shy gn reader
I'm sorry it took so long anon😭
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Victor Grantz
Expressing yourself has always been hard. Being shy makes talking to people a really hard task for you. Victor understood. He isn't good with words but can talk in necessary situations so it's not as hard for him. But he still understands.
Every day he saw how you struggled to keep a conversation and how nervous it made you feel.
He decided to leave notes for you. Notes that had words of encouragement. Notes that showed how much he loved you.
You always found notes in your pockets that had words that calmed you down.
It was his way of comforting you when he wasn't there.
Today was a tiring day. It was Emma's birthday and everyone decided to celebrate it together.
Parties aren't your thing. Kevin dragged you with him to talk to everyone else.
This was one of the most awkward days of your life.
You just stood there while everyone else talked and laughed.
Victor saw you and came towards you. He took your hand and walked to the green house.
The greenhouse is a quiet place. All the flowers and plants make the place feel like another world.
You sit on a chair as the moonlight shines on you.
Victor can't take his eyes off of you. You look beautiful is all he could think of.
He sits next to you and takes your hand.
“[Name].” He says.
“Hm?”
“You know you can ask me for help right?”
You giggle. “Where did that come from?”
“I just don't like seeing you struggle so much to talk to people. I mean you slightly change when you're talking to different people. It's tiring no?”
You look down to the floor. He's right. Altering your personality every time you talked to someone was tiring. You could only be yourself around Victor.
“I know you're worried it's just…I can't do anything about it it just happens.” Your said with a low voice.
“I know.” He said while smiling. “That's why I said you can ask me for help."
You blushed. You felt happy. He was the first ever person you expressed yourself to. The fact that he goes out of his way to tell you this made you feel warm inside.
You lean towards him and kiss him on the lips.
“I love you.” You said.
“I love you too.”
Andrew Kreiss
You've been participating in matches day after day.
You not only have your matches but end up participating in place of others when they can't attend.
This match was a long one. You ended up kiting Bane for pretty much the whole game but in the end you lost.
You came back to the Manor with cuts and bruises all over your body.
Andrew rushed to Emily's office to check on you.
“Are you OK?” He said as he panted.
“I'm OK don't worry.” You said with a weak smile. “I'm just tired.”
He took a deep breath and sat on a chair next to your bed.
He took your hands and sat there quietly.
The sight of you like this made his heart ache but also made his blood boil. Those selfish people. How can they keep giving their work to you?
“Andrew?” You said as you brushed a strand of hair away from his face.
“Why do you keep doing this?” He asked.
“What?”
“This. Why have you been attending others' matches left and right?”
“...Are you mad?”
“Of course I'm angry. I'm angry at you for throwing away your needs. I’m angry at you for overworking yourself. Im angry that you never asked me for help.!”
He went quiet for a second and then continued with a lower voice.
“But most of all I’m angry at myself. At the fact that I’m so useless that I don’t stand up for you…Whenever I think of the times where I could've pulled you away when someone asked for you to do something. The times where if I didn't let you attend a match you wouldn't have been in pain. Whenever I think of those I hate myself. I hate myself because I didn't do anything.”
Andrew understands you well. You two are really similar. So you can understand what he's feeling right now. You know how much he's beating himself up for it.
You drag him into a hug and you don't let go.
You start to kiss the top of his head and caress his hair.
“I'm sorry.” You muttered. “I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry.”
“Please. Just stop wearing yourself out. For me.” He said in a low voice.
You nod. “I promise.” You whispered.
Luca Balsa
How many times has Orpheus made you “help him” and then dump all of his work on you because “he got a new idea”? You've lost count at this point.
You've gotten used to it but you obviously don't enjoy it but you just can't say no to him. You wanted to a couple of times but you just couldn't bring yourself to do it. You didn't want to turn him down when he asked for your help. Well that was one of the reasons. You didn't want him to dislike you. You don't want anyone to dislike you but Orpheus was one of the people that the idea of him disliking you scared you.
It wasn't only you who was bothered by this situation. Luca was really worried about you. You would come to his room, exhausted and drop yourself onto his bed and pass out pretty much every night.
Luca always stays up late. You have to drag him to bed if you want him to sleep. But after this routine with you and Orpheus started you would sleep without a word out of exhaustion. On some days he barely even saw you.
Orpheus told you to wake up earlier than usual today. You didn't sleep last night which didn't help. You get up, wash your face, get changed and go to the library where Orpheus told you to meet him.
“These are murder case files. I'm going to use these in my Novel.” He says. “So read these papers and write me a summary of them. I need it by tomorrow evening.”
You blacked out for half of the conversation. Your mind started to properly work just now and this is all you understood. You sighed and were about to say “I'll do it.” When you felt a hand on your shoulder.
“Sorry Orpheus.” Said a person you cherish. “But I need y/n's help today. I know you had plans but it's really urgent. I'm sure you can do this yourself.” He continued with a smile.
“Oh.” Said Orpheus. “Well I guess I wouldn't mind since they've helped me so much. Then bye for now.” He takes the papers and takes a seat in the library.
“What's wrong?” You ask Luca.
“Come on I need your help.” He takes your hand and drags you to his room.
You enter and he closes the door. “Well?” You ask.
He lays on the bed and pats the spot beside him. “I need you to sleep.” He says with a cocky smile.
“You dragged me all the way here to sleep?” you asked a bit annoyed. “I was supposed to help Orpheus.”
He gets up and sits on the bed. “You call that helping?” He asks. “He is using you. Well even if he doesn't have bad intentions he still doesn't care if you want to do it or not. You can't just say yes to everything people ask of you.”
He sounds a bit mad but he's keeping his cool. You lower your gaze and play with your fingers. You don't know what to say. I mean what can you say? You know he's right.
He sighs and gets up from the bed to stand in front of you and takes your hand. He grabs your chin and gently pulls up your head. “I'm worried about you OK? You're just tiring yourself like this it's not good for you.”
“You're one to talk.” You say annoyed.
He laughs. “Well at least I do something I enjoy. Plus you always make me rest. But you just won't listen to me no matter how hard I try.” He kisses your forehead. “I won't let you try to please people like this anymore. You have to start saying no to them.”
You don't say anything. Instead bury your face into his chest. Luca wraps his arms around you and kisses your head. “Come on. Let's sleep. Neither of us have slept these days.”
You tighten your arms around him and nod in response. Then both of you get on the bed and drift away into a deep sleep.
Edgar Valden
Failed rescues, terror shocks, short kites. You really messed up in today's match.
Well, everyone messes up.
But Freddy came up to you and started bickering with you.
“How can anyone be so bad?”
“Practicing is a good thing you know?”
“If you're going to mess up everything don't play the games.”
“Why did you even come to the Manor?”
His remarks didn't stop.
You couldn't say anything. You knew you did terribly in the match but it happens to everyone. He doesn't have the right to be this mad. But you couldn't say anything. Not a single word came out of your mouth. You just stood there while he said anything he wanted to you.
“What makes you think you can talk to them like that?!” You heard someone shout from across the room.
You look over Freddy's shoulder and see Edgar. He was fuming and coming towards Freddy.
“Your little lover over here messed up the whole game!” Freddy shouted. “Why do they even participate if they plays like this?”
Edgar grabbed Freddy by the collar. “You're disgusting.Have you forgotten how many times you've messed up the game yourself? How many times our win turned into a loss because of you? You think you have any right to be shouting at them like this?”
Freddy was surprised. His face was turning red. He quickly snatched away from Edgar's hand and left the room.
He huffed. Then he turned to you. “Why weren't you saying anything to him?” He looked angry.
You just burst into tears. He was surprised and came to his senses.
“I'm sorry. I didn't mean to say it like that. I'm sorry.” He panicked and pulled you into a hug.
“I'm sorry. I couldn't stand seeing you like that.”
You just cried into his chest. Freddy shouting at you like that scared you.
He caresses your hair and whispers “It's OK.” Sometimes.
After you've calmed down he pulls you away and wipes your tears. “Please. Stand up for yourself OK?” Then he pulled you into a hug again.
“I'm always here for you.”
