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s6ngbird · 3 months

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only you — felix catton ᯓ★

⊹₊⋆ warnings — nsfw, p in the v, pretty much no plot, unprotected sex, fingering (f. recieving), overstimulation, lmk if i missed anything

⊹₊⋆ pairing — felix catton x fem!reader

⊹₊⋆ a/n — sorry for not posting for so long! exams were kicking my ass but im back so i will be wrapping up flowers from beneath soon

masterlist | bc: @cafekitsune

summers at saltburn were always delightful and there never seemed to be a break from the drama

especially this year, as felix invited his new friend, oliver over for the summer

you heavily disliked him, believing that he thought too much of himself and believed he could have felix wrapped around his finger

this was not the case though, as you were the one who had felix wrapped around their finger, practically convincing him to do whatever you desired

you and felix had been friends for a few years, but felix never followed the rules of friendship and liked to make out or fuck you whenever he pleased

it did bother you sometimes, since he would be so chill with fucking all these girls that it made you feel like you were just another doll in his ever-growing collection of people who were obsessed with him

you weren't obsessed with felix, but you craved his attention and validation, wanting his praise whenever you could get it

venetia noticed this first, laughing and teasing you about it but then it wasn't so funny anymore when she found out felix and you liked to fuck

but you couldn't think about fucking felix now, oliver had just arrived a few days prior and he was already taking up all of felix's time and energy

you constantly got bad vibes from oliver, but felix never seemed to notice, causing you to confide in venetia and farleigh

venetia was a bit hesitant but farleigh agreed with you, calling oliver a creep and that he probably wanted to fuck felix himself

this left you unhappy, already upset from the attention being dragged away from you, but especially now that felix barely batted an eye in your direction

all of this was finally resolved though, during one of felix's many parties

you were engaging in a mindless conversation with some random guy, who was obviously flirting with you but you pretended to be oblivious to it

you felt a weight on your shoulders, looking up to see felix draped over you, holding his cigarette and yelling at farleigh

the guy who was previously talking with you gave felix an annoyed glare but left as soon as felix's attention returned to you

felix looked at him confused but shrugged it off and laughed, sitting down on the couch and pulling you on him

felix started placing sloppy kisses on your neck, uncoordinated and whiskey filled kisses

“felix you are so fucking drunk” you say, holding your cup away from him as he tried to grab it, but since his arms were freakishly large, he grabbed it with ease, holding the cup to your lips and pouring it down your throat until it was all done

“there all done! now i can take you upstairs” felix said, getting up and grabbing your hand to try and drag you with him

“felix no” you replied, exhausted and still upset that he had barely paid attention to you all week

he pouted and shrugged, muttering that it wouldn't be a problem, leaving you confused until he grabbed you and threw you over his shoulder like you weighed nothing

you decided against fighting him, being glad that he finally was paying some attention to you and allowed him to carry you upstairs to his room

he placed you on his bed, smiling and stripping himself of his clothes besides his boxers, climbing over you and kissing you

it felt good to finally have felix's attention after the week, getting to feel his lips on yours, and his tongue exploring your mouth certainly was not unwelcome

you allowed him to unzip your dress, helping him slip it off your body as you two continued to kiss one another like starving animals

“whyd'd ya ignore me all week?” felix said between kisses, starting to move his lips down to your throat to suck hard as you moaned

“you were ignoring me!” you yelped as felix smacked your thigh and sucked on your breast hard to silence you

“i was not, i kept trying to get your attention but you only wanted to pay attention to venetia and farleigh” he said angrily, his sweet facade melting away as he pulled down your panties, ripping them off of you to reveal your soaking cunt

he grinned at the sight, not hesitating to dive between your legs and lick up all your arousal

you moaned as his tongue nudged inside your hole, going fully in and then backing out, only to slam itself back inside

you tried to grip his hair for support as you continued to moan but felix slapped your hands away, looking up at you with a warning look

eventually he switched his tongue for his fingers, continuing a brutal pace as you took your bud in his mouth, sucking hard when you least expected it, bring you to your first orgasm of the night

he continued to pump his fingers into you, slapping your ass or thigh every time you tried to push him away from your pussy

“i'm not stopping until i'm satisfied with you, after all that torture you put me through this week, it's only fair” he said hoarsely after you had came at least three more times, everytime complaining about how overstimulated you were

he got off of you and you silently pleaded with whatever that was watching over the two of you that he would be done and just cuddle with you

unfortunately no one seemed to answer your prayer since he got back on you, stripped of his boxers and lining up his hard cock with your hole, the precum spilling as he aligned himself

he slid into you with little resistance, sighing as his cock found home in your warm cunt

he stayed there for a little while, savoring the feeling while you continued to whine and push at his shoulders

he finally started to move, setting a rough pace as you moaned, grabbing his shoulders as you cried

“aw baby don't cry, i promise after this we'll be done” he said, kissing your tears and silencing your whimpers with kisses

you felt so overwhelmed, crying from the feeling of being overstimulated but also moaning from the pleasure coming from felix's cock

“you ok love?” felix says after a while, kissing you once more after you had doing nothing but moaning and crying but suddenly stopped

you nodded, tightening around his cock as you felt your fourth or fifth orgasm approaching

“atta girl, come for me” he said, his hot breath right in your ear and that's all it took for you to come undone on him, coming hard and gripping onto his shoulders like he would disappear

he moaned at the feeling, kissing your neck and letting out praises between his moans

“gonna come in you, gonna make you mine” he said, thrusting once more and coming inside of you, his cum coating your walls

he panted, staying inside of you for a little longer before pulling out and stuffing his cum back inside of you, eliciting a squeal as you were still overstimulated

“sorry baby, can't help but do it, you're mine now” he said with a laugh, grinning at your shocked expression

“no more girls? or guys? not even oliver?” you said, confused by his words due to his playboy nature

“no one, not even oliver” he said, holding you close to him and kissing your head

“only you love”

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hoshigray · 10 months

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My Professor's Final Spring Praise ༄ K. Nanami

"Before my summer break officially started, I had to finish my last in-person exam with Professor Nanami. It was so tough, but I made it through! I was the last to leave, so I thanked the professor and shared some final words before heading to my dorm to finish packing up. However, how do a few gratitude and praise exchanges end up with me on his desk and him between my legs?"

A/n: Yessirrrrrr!! First work of my very first series!! I'm very nervous about this as this is the first time committing to writing consecutively for a specific theme, but I got faith in myself!! Also, it's Nanami and my birthday!!!ヾ( ˃ᴗ˂ )◞ • *✰ So as soon as this is posted, I'm signing off and enjoying my day with my hubby Kento~ (sike I'm not, just gonna hang with friends, lol). But anyways, I hope y'all enjoy this piece, and thank you so very much for 1k followers~~~!!! Not my best work, but it's a decent start for the series! >:D (will proofread l8r tmrw)

Series m. list!! This entry has been updated along w/ its contents.

Cw: professor! Nanami x fem! reader - explicit content so minors DNI - taboo (consensual sex b/w a professor & undergrad) - age difference (the reader is at least in their 20s; Nanami approaching early 30s) - fingering (fem! receiving) - cunnilingus - semi-missionary position (reader lies on their back on a table while Nanami stands) - public sex/sex in a university classroom - unprotected sex (PSA: wrap it up, or get the fuck up) - pining if you squint - praise - pet names (baby, darling, love, sweet pea) - clitoral play (licking and sucking) - kissing/makeout sessions.

Wc: 3.4k

Dear Diary...it's been a long while since I had to come to you as an outlet for my thoughts. But something happened today that caused my mind to go rampant, and I need to rely on you again...

Today is supposed to be the best day of the year. You just finished taking your last in-person exam, you were able to finish packing up all your stuff, and you're now ready to kiss this campus goodbye until the upcoming fall season.

You could not wait to start your summer plans. Not only will you work in the internship you've been hoping to get into since last semester, but you'll finally have ample time to hang with your best friends ever — Yuuji, Megumi, and Nobara!

The summer break has been the end goal for the four of you, and now that your finals are finally over, there's no stopping you from enjoying the season to the best you can!

However, as much as you say you're excited, it doesn't correlate to your actual feelings at this point in time. Something happened that altered your entire perception of what the future was supposed to be.

Something so out of the ordinary that you don't know how to properly feel or think about the situation.

Something so out of the ordinary that you turn to a diary to let your thoughts out, alone in your shared dorm room when all the other roommates have left earlier in the week.

Something so completely out of the ordinary that it sends chills down your spine just reminiscing the moment before sitting at this exact desk writing about what transpired earlier.

It all started when I went to my last in-person exam with Yuuji, where everyone else was waiting for the professor...

You and Yuuji had the same Biology class to take care of one of your science credits, and the exam was to take place on the last day of finals week. Although you've been told it's not supposed to be a difficult test — it's a bunch of multiple questions, short answers, and one essay — the exam period starts from 6 p.m. to 9 p.m. Three hours of endless testing was enough to put you, Yuuji, and all the other classmates in shambles, embracing guaranteed failures and having no idea how to study.

Luckily, a true saint descended from above to bless you and your peers with a professor who knows what he's doing and is patient enough to lead you to the right path. Your professor, Kento Nanami, was relatively young enough to connect with his fellow students but held a well-mannered and stern cadence that gained the respect and admiration of those around him. He was able to steer you guys into a secure approach to your studying: taking in questions, making study guides for quizzes and midterms, and highlighting significant areas from the textbook throughout the semester that will be shown on today's exam.

So through all the diligent preparation and practical labs you've attended, you feel way more confident with the material than at the start of the semester. Can't say the same for Yuuji, who's more nervous than you (with his three unexcused absences and constantly coming to you for help). But as long as y'all are suffering together, that's all that matters.

The only problem is that the exam is sectioned into three parts — sixty multiple-choice questions that are one point each, ten short answer questions that are also one point each, one mix-and-match portion, and the essay is ten whole points by itself (twenty if you can answer five bonus questions afterward). So, off the bat, everyone understands why three hours are given to complete the exam. But Professor Nanami said, "You all should be fine because it doesn't necessarily have to take you all three hours to complete. So if you finish early, you can get outta here." Say less.

So once you entered the usual classroom with Yuuji, you followed through and sat distant from each other at the same table. The professor came on time as always, instructing the class on where to get the exam on the class website, giving the password to unlock it, and wishing you luck.

The only sounds in the space were people clicking their keyboards, sighs, and groans, and people packing up to leave after submitting their exams before thanking their professor for a great semester. Soon the number of students would thin out, leaving just you and Yuuji still completing your exam.

Yuuji finished at the two-hour mark, releasing an extended sigh of relief before hurriedly stuffing his laptop in his backpack. He goes down to thank and bear hug the professor. And you giggle at the expression of Nanami's dismay because he would've sufficed with a simple handshake like the other students. But that's what makes Yuuji an anomaly to the mass, being exceptionally himself no matter where or who he's with. The salmon-haired boy walks up and wishes you luck, going to his dorm to pack the last of his things and promising to pick you up when you're done.

And then it was just you and him: the professor standing at the podium in front of the classroom, reading a book while you finish the last bonus questions before submitting it on the class site. You sigh heavily, and a massive wave of relief washes over you. You did it. You handled all your exams. You're finally free!

"Finished?" You look for where the voice comes from. The professor looks up from his book at your figure.

You place your laptop in your bag and stand up from your seat. It took you twenty more minutes just to finish compared to Yuuji. "Yup! It wasn't so bad like you said, but I had more trouble with the bonus questions than everything else." You stretch your arms and legs.

Nanami chuckles at your feedback. "I see. I did say the bonus questions would be more lab-based. Good thing those who couldn't make it to some of the labs got to see me so I could help them or assign them with the other students who missed."

"You mean like Yuuji?" You walk up to the podium to be in front of your professor. "Because the poor guy couldn't make it to some of the labs because of club activities."

"Yes, Itadori is one of those students." Nanami smiles at the mention of the salmon-haired other. "He's undoubtedly a hard-working student, asking questions and enjoying the lectures. But that's for when he is in the class."

You chuckle as the subtle shade at your friend. "He does try, though! All the times we've studied together since this exam shows that he wanted to put his whole heart into this class. Not to mention that you're secretly his favorite teacher~." You mention the last part hoping it sparks something in the professor, and you're glad to see that the older man releases a wee chortle at the tiny piece of information.

"Hmm, well, I appreciate his enthusiasm and that he was deeply interested in the class. However," your professor closes his book and walks to the side of the podium, erasing an imaginary barrier between the two of you. "You also play a huge part in his engagement. He's lucky to have a friend like you."

Your brows trench, but a smile creeps past your conscious. "What makes you say that?"

"You've been a particular student in my class. Not only are you an easy grader, but you capture the material so well that Itadori trusts you enough to help him when I'm not available to do so. Anytime you ask me a question, it's always outside the textbook or linked to something you looked into outside the lectures."

The smile on your face grows large, and you look away to shield it from his vision. "Thank you, Professor Nanami."

"I won't be surprised if I check the grades later and see that you got an excellent grade." He removes his glasses and places them on the podium with his book. "I'd also suggest you consider minoring in this field if you'd like. And did you sign up for that scholarship I mentioned to you around two weeks ago?"

"Yes, I filled it out last week."

"Good." He moves a hand to place on your shoulder, and the action takes you aback because it's the first time he's ever touched you. "I expect great things from you, Y/n. I'm sure whatever you want to do in this life, you'll do just fine."

You bashfully nod at his kind words. And you extend your hand up to him to signify a ready handshake. "Thank you, professor. And thank you so much for all your help this semester."

The hand that was on your shoulder grabs hold of your hand. But what happens next was far from what you expected.

Nanami lifts your hand with his and faintly sets his lips on the back of your knuckles.

And this is the provenance of what sets everything in motion.

What he did to your hand didn't just surprise you, but also surprised him. Nanami froze with your hand still in his, not daring to move as you have yet moved an inch.

Why did I do that? It's the biggest question that runs through his mind at this time. One moment he was praising you for being one of his best students, then he busses his lips onto your hand the next. But why?

Nanami knew he was done for. Unable to look into your eyes, he can only tighten his hold on your hand. This was so not part of his routine. Today was supposed to be like any other exam day. He only came here to see his students for one last time before the start of summer break. He only came here to see his final class and have them take the exam before heading home. So why?

Perhaps it was the feelings of spring blinding him like a child. Or maybe his emotions got the better of him. But today was the last day of the semester he'd see his favorite pupil — you. Until now, the professor has done a phenomenal job maintaining an appropriate relationship between teacher and student, keeping a respectable distance while tending to his scholars.

And yet, he still would catch himself sneaking a selfish glance at you following through with his lectures, his heart swooning when you use your lovely voice to ask a question, or going blind when you flash a smile that rivals the sun's beam.

It's never right to have favorites; however, you clearly were the one that caught his attention the most.

Yet, also, this type of relationship is not the best for Nanami or you. You are a student, and he is your teacher. This could damage the reputation of both of you. It's the least favorable outcome between the two of you...

...So why haven't you snatched your hand away from mine yet?

Your hands tighten back with his, and the man finally chooses to look at you.

You're eyes bore into him, looking at him as if he's the only thing meant to have your concentration. Your breathing descends to a slower pace, but the rhythm of your heart beats the more you look at the man before you. "Professor Nanami..." you said his name in a whisper, and God, did it feel so wrong to do such a thing. As if your mouth would be thrown into a pit of flames for even calling to him with an indescribable connotation. Your mind is now fueled with a deep emotion rooted within, rooted with a scary longing.

"Y/n..." It felt even more wrong to have your name hushed in his voice, so hot to the ears that they could melt any second. Even so, a part of you wishes he would repeat it in the same tone again. Expressing the exact feeling of wanting something, wanting you.

Observant brown eyes lock in with your eyes. Faces move forward with hesitance. Eyes close. Noses begin to brush their skins against each other. And pairs of lips seal an unfortunate yet desirable event that cannot be revoked.

It takes a few minutes for you two to melt into each other from the makeout session. It takes a few minutes to block the glass windows with portable whiteboards to block the view from the outside. And it takes a few minutes for you to be a disheveled mess with your back on a table with Nanami between your legs, fingering your throbbing vulva and licking your slick and sensitive clitoris.

"Hoooh...Mmmm, Professor Nanami, your tongue. I-It feels too good—Nnnmph!!"

Nanami flicks his tongue on your sensitive, the cause for you to cry out. "Y/n, I told you. It's just the two of us, so call me by my name."

No, you mustn't. That's taking things too far. But, "K-Kentooo," that name is too tempting to not have seeped through your moans. "Your tongue and fingersss, they're too much!"

His middle and forefinger pull and push inside your gushy walls, prompting more of your sweet cries to fill the blonde man's eardrums. "Is that so? Too much for you? Think you're gonna cum?"

You nod desperately with each question, your cunt clenching around his digits as if you were to snatch them off. But that would be impossible when he's playing with your pussy like a toy. Sweat starts to form on your forehead, your orgasm inching in closer and closer by the second.

And Nanami notices, resulting in him coming to your aid for release. His tongue goes back to lapping around clit, kissing and sucking on the bud while the tempo of his fingers increases.

Your climax hits you hard, having your body twitch and quiver as the inner walls of your slit contract around the digits scraping your velvety texture. You grab tufts of his blond hair, messing up its neat shape. But neither of you cares, too engulfed with each other to worry about the details. Tears form at the end of your eyes as you experience your high, and you try to steady your breathing when your professor withdrawals himself from you.

"Good job, sweet pea. Made a mess on my fingers." He praises you while undoing his tie and unbuttoning his dress shirt, revealing his well-defined torso for your eyes to see. But the real prize is when he unzips his pants and pulls down his briefs, his erect cock out in the open for you to marvel at.

But before you could look at it with all its glory, the tip of his dick presses up against your cunt, sliding it up and down to warm you up before entry. The feeling of his shaft grinding on your folds and clit is enough to have chills travel down your spine.

"Alright, love, I'm gonna go slow for you, okay?" His chocolate brown eyes examine your face to give him a response. You nibble on your lip and brace yourself after confirming your cooperation. "If you want me to stop, let me know. So, take some breaths for me."

And with that, the blonde pushes his cock into you with every exhale you take, the twinge of pain making it difficult to focus. Yet you still pull through because you want this so fucking much. There's no turning back now. And when the tip of his cock finally nestles inside your vagina, a choked shriek departs from your lips.

Slowly, Nanami pushes himself into you, every inch of his cock venturing further into your welcoming, throbbing chasm. He brushes up against your sweet spots causing you to jerk up. Nanami coaxes you through it. "It's okay, darling. You're taking me so well."

Tears come streaming down when the base of his cock kisses your folds, your union now solidified. The blonde gives you a moment to get acclimated with his girth inside before he gradually instructs a patient pace of the hips.

"Mmmm, Kento. 'S so good..." You mewl into the air, your face feeling hot and sweaty. The slow rhythm of his ruts is tantalizing, but it feels so good having his length scrape your insides. "Pleaseee, go fasteeer—"

"Want it faster? Nnmmm, damn, I'll go faster, baby." When the moment is right, his thrusts quicken the cadence, provoking more blissful whimpers to fill the silent room.

Your hands find purchase on his back, your legs wrapping around his waist to cage him close to you. And Nanami takes the notion as a signal for him to dial up the speed, thrusting so deep into your pussy with an erratic tempo. Pelvis smacking hard on your slit and tender clit that it has you seeing stars.

"Hmmm, Ahh—Ahhhh! Ohhhh, fucking shit!" The harsh ruts to your lower half keep your ground to the table beneath you, sweat sticking your clothes to your back. The sounds of skin slapping each other are on par with your pornographic noises, having you feel indecent and shameful. But it's too late now.

"Hmmph! Oh, fuck," husky groans exit from Nanami, the man putting his forehead on yours. "You feel so good and tight around me, love. So close to—Ahhhh!! Shit, so close to cumming.."

You swallow the spit that secretes your mouth. "Haaaah, Kentoooo—" your eyes are shut to wholly focus on the commotion beneath you. Your sexes smacking each other, forcing you to clench around him with every thrust of the hips. "I'm about to—Nnnaaahh!! Oh, Jesus, I'm gonna cummm!"

He kisses your forehead. "You want to cum, sweet pea?"

"Yesssss, please, please, pleaseee!!" Begging for your release is all you can do as your mind turns into mush, the familiar sensation crawling back to haunt you.

He hushes your cries with his lips on yours, the final kiss filled with scorching passion while Nanami pistons a few thrusts plunging to your vulva.

Your orgasm washes over you again, and you moan blissfully into the blonde's mouth. Your gushy walls flutter around his member for the last time, coating it with your essence. And Nanami had to be quick not to sink too deep into the feeling, or else he'd spill his release into you. He removed himself from your lips and body, ejaculating his load onto your bare stomach, and you gasped at the contact of his fluids spilling on your exposed skin.

You look up to survey the man before you, and you're met with an image you never thought you'd see. Blonde hair that was once slicked neatly now had messy strands that framed his face beautifully. Sweat covered his sculpted physique, and hooded brown eyes examined your body under him.

Letting the silence calm the both of you down from your aftershocks, Nanami glances at your face and smiles. He brings a hand to cup your cheek, brushing off tears that painted your face.

"Glad to have you this semester. Have a good summer, darling."

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BAM! BAM!! BAM!!!

An abrupt sound has you stop writing on the entry, bringing you back to the present time.

It sounded like it came from the front door, so you stuff your diary into your bag and exit the room to find out who's causing all the ruckus. When you open the door, the first thing that enters your line of vision is pink hair.

Your friend, Yuuji Itadori.

"Yo!" He greets you. "Ready to go? I called up your phone like four times."

"Oh, you did? Sorry, I must've forgotten to put it back on vibrate after the exam." You move out of the way for Yuuji to enter your dorm, closing the door behind him. "My stuff is in my room. I got two suitcases, a duffel bag, and my backpack."

"Alright then, let's hurry and get out of here! Think we can take the freeway since it's late at night, and traffic should be gone by now."

Yuuji grabs your two suitcases and heads outside to put them inside the trunk of his car. You walk around to check and see if anything is missing or misplaced before heading to your room and grabbing the other bags.

Yet before you leave the space entirely, you grab your diary again and write your final thoughts.

...I don't know what possessed me to let what happened happen. But, at the same time, I don't hate it for happening? I don't know...it was probably the feelings of spring taking over me or the relief that I finished all my exams.

But one thing is for sure; if I wasn't the last person to leave that classroom, none of that would've happened. I wouldn't have experienced that new side of Professor Nanami.

And as long as this keeps between me and him, then I'm kinda glad that it happened.

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spidernuggets · 19 days

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this is so tropey and cliché yet I cannot help but adore it sooo a calm chill peace n love pacifist type of gal who only uses computer skills/detective skills/whatnot for the titans but never violence. that is until some asshat takes jason hostage and reader to the sheer shock of everyone goes deathstroke level violent, demolishes everything, sneaks out alone to single handedly rescue jason whilst the titans are still tryna figure out a plan, and jason wakes up back in titans tower to find out that it wasn't a team effort to get him back, that reader did it all alone and killed the people who took him, jason is maybe a lil shit and is all thanks but I had the situation under control, and then he asks why she cares so much and she's like I don't but if they killed you I would kill everyone in this room and then myself 😊 👉👈

Jason Todd x Fem!Reader

Note: I'M SO SORRY IT'S TAKING SO LONG TO GET THIS OUT, BABES!!! I'M IN MY FINAL YEAR OF SCHOOL, AND I HAVE EXAMS LIKE EVERY WEEK REALLY HOPE YOU LIKE THIS CRIES. ALSO, the first part of this fic is kinda based on Jason and Gar's little moment before they go down to the subways.

"What are you doing now, nerd?" Jason walks into the computer room where yoh sat in front of the downgraded version of the Bat Computer. He leans against the edge, budging your leg with his to get your attention.

"That name is hypocritical, theatre nerd," you bite back.

"Holy shit, they're thespians, not theatre nerds."

"Same difference. Anyways, if you must know, Arkham Asylum's system broke down. Dick asked me to help them fix it. It's fine now, but a bunch of crims broke out. Some are back in, but a few handfuls are still out there. No one above Riddler level. We'll be fine," you say, leaning back on the chair, hands resting behind your head.

"Need any help, babe?" He asks.

You'd be a pathological liar if you said all the nicknames he gave you didn't make your face heat up. You always liked Jason. He has the smart potential that everybody else seems to refuse to see. But you appreciate it.

You shrug. "I dunno. You can if you want, I'm just trying to find where these criminals would be next. But it just looks like they're breaking in and stealing shit from wherever. They pick one building and then move on to a whole different area," you frown, unable to find a pattern.

Jason squints at the big screen. "Hey, zoom into that street over there," he points to the corner of the city's map. You furrow your brows, but oblige. "They're not targeting random buildings, sweet thing," he mutters.

"What? What do you mean?"

"Look. See those buildings there? They already have past records of breaking and entering, and robbery. These Arkham crims are targeting untouched places." Jason says, observing the area.

You then go on your own computer, searching the history of crime through Gotham. Sure, the majority of residents were witnesses or victims to these crimes, but there's still places that have been safe for a good while.

"Hey, all these buildings. I know them." He adds. "Bruce enforced higher security. They're aiming for Wayne Enterprise sponsored buildings!"

"How did I miss that?" You whisper to yourself. "Fuck, Jason, your a bloody genius." You missed the whiplash he got, looking at you in awe for such a simple compliment. "Alright, let me just go mark these locations and I'll go and let Dick know."

"Woah, woah," Jason holds your shoulder. "He doesn't need to know. He's already so busy. I'll handle them. You said it yourself, 'we'll be fine'." He says proudly.

You sighed. "Jay, I know you'd be fine. What's not fine is knowing for a fact that you'd show no mercy and probably make all of them bite the curb." You crossed your arms, folding one leg over your other.

"Ugh, c'mon, Y/n. I promise I won't, and I promise I'll be safe. Dick and the other guys need to know that I can do shit on my own!" He starts to beg. You always knew how important Robin is to him. You were actually impressed about how passionate he was to a mask.

You sighed again, staring at the floor while thinking. "Fine. But you need to be wired. At least be in contact with me. The moment you get into trouble, you call me, I'll get the others to help."

"Why don't you just come out with me? I know you git them badass combat skills?" Then, Jason gives you those eyes for when he asks you for something, and shamefully, you always give in. Not this time.

"Jay, you know why. Even just giving someone a oetty slap just doesn't do it for me."

"Yeah, yeah I know. But if you're ready to throw a punch, make sure I'm there to see," Jason winks as he's about to leave to suit up. But you call out to him.

"Jason." He turns. "You don't need to prove yourself to anyone. Not to me at least," you gave him a sympathetic look. Jason just gives a slight nod in return before turning again and leaving to get ready.

"You sent Jason out there?!" Dick storms into your room without knocking.

You were sat on your bed, holding your hands up. "Woah, man, I could've been changing or something," you say nonchalantly. "Jason will be fine, Dick. He is capable enough of defending himself. Besides, I have him wired, so if he needs help, he can contact me." You say, eyes focused on the laptop placed on your legs.

"Okay, genius, then why did Hank inform me just now that Jason's unresponsive and that his tracker has been disconnected!" Dick yells at you. You stop typing.

"I'm sorry," you choke out a sarcastic laugh, getting off your bed, walking out of your room, Dick following suit. "What? It sounds like you're saying someone cut off all connections that Jason has to us," you said, hoping that you heard wrong or that it was some lame, insensitve prank. You walk into the debriefing room, where the other Titans were. And to prove what Dick said was true, the screens showed that there were no signs of Jason, his tracker, or his wire.

"That's exactly what I'm saying." Dick replies sternly. "Jason's gone missing, possibly kidnapped. Why didn't you tell me he was going out?! Why didn't you tell us?"

Hank chimes in. "Yeah, kid. You know how reckless Jason can be-"

You chucked your laptop to the wall, completely smashing it, the screen chipping everywhere, and the keys scattering across the floor. It instantly made the room dead silent.

You stayed silent, too. You said nothing, giving the others no explanation to your sudden, quiet outburst, and headed back to your room.

From behind you can hear Dick sigh, and preoare everyone to find Jason.

You had other plans.

You didn't know where Jason could be. But from the tracker, you can pinpoint his last known location. Not that you told Dick or even Bruce, but you managed to connect your smartwatch to Jason's tracker. No, you are not a stalker... is what you always repeated to yourself. You just wanted to be the first one to always be sure that your spontaneous friend is okay. And look at what good it's doing.

Opening your closet, deep in the back, situated your throwing knives and flame thrower.

"Come to mama," you whispered. Sure, the use of violence is more or less a disturbance to you. But these assholes have your friend hostage. And you know that if you stay with the others, they'd slow you down.

You packed a backpack with everything you think you'd need, and you climbed out your window and ran to where Jason was seen last. You didn't have a hero suit of your own, seeing as you refused to kick ass with the others. Oh, well, you thought. A face mask would do you good.

You ended up in the outskirts of the city. There was no noise, and no Jason. But there was blood. Possibly his.

Unfortunately, there were only splatters and no trails that could guide you.

"Well, aren't you a pretty little thing?" A deeo, raspy voice said behind you.

You turn around and tilted your head. "Hello. I'm lookin' for a friend. About yay high, black domino mask, Christmas coloured superhero suit with an R on the left breast of the chest plate. Goes by the name Robin. You seen him anywhere?" You politely ask.

The gruffy man hummed. "Hmm. Show me what you're made of little lady, and I might spill a secret or two," he disgustingly smirks.

You shrug. "Since you asked so nicely." Swiftly, you threw a knife at him, slicing right through his shoulder as the man howls in agony.

"YOU BITCH," he screams.

You slowly walk up to him, and right as he tries to throw a punch, you dug, slicing his leg with another one of your knives, making him tumble to the concrete.

As he lays on his back, you tower over him, your foot resting on top of the knife that was impaled through his shoulder, making him cry out in pain.

"Now you listen to me, pretty little thing," you smile, mocming him. "After this, you're going to live. Because the sight of a dead body makes me gag. But the catch is," You reach for your flamethrower from your back, pointing it to the man's crotch as he whimpers in fear. "You're gonna be walkin' around with a fried dick. So what's it gonna be? Giving me a location? Or giving yourself a grilled sausage?"

You blink twice before he yells and reveals where Jason is. "Thank you so much, sweetie," you smiled, moving the flamethrower away and your foot lifting off the knife, turning to go find your friend.

He sighs out in relief, but you then turn back around. Saying nothing else, you point the flamethrower at his face, setting it off, letting the flames char his skin.

You hide behind crates in a dimly lit, abandoned warehouse, trying to search for Jason. You then go into a different room, and upon going in, you see a figure tied up in a chair, mouth covered in a dirty rag and a blindfold over his eyes.

My poor- shit. I mean. Poor Jason. You think.

The room was empty. It's an opportunity for you to help him. You cut the ropes, take the rag, and blindfold off.

"Jay?" You whispered. "Jason, wake up, c'mon we gotta go." It was no use.

"So you're the little gal burning up faces," another rough voice says.

You stand up straight, facing the significantly larger man in front of you. "Why does everyone keep calling me that? I'm the average height," you complained, crossing your arms.

The man grunts, snapping his fingers. Then, what seemed to be a whole army of men dressed in black and white striped jumpsuits appeared from every corner, with crooked grins and nasal chuckles.

"Naw, but you'd be cut, chopped, and sliced into little pieces after we're done with you, little thing," he smiles.

"All of you against me?" You pouted. Well, that's just not fair, is it? How about a little disadvantage for you guys." You threw knives in all light sources, smashing the bulbs, now with the only source of ligbt being the moon shining out from a window or two.

You quickly whip out night vision goggles, activating them and your flamethrower ready in your hands.

You start blasting at all the men that attempt (and failed) to attack you, quickly burning their faces, hands, legs, all over their bodies.

All you could hear were the sounds of their writhing pain. You also made sure to stay close to Jason, making sure no one tried to hurt him.

Just as you were about to roast another guy, your flamethrower suddenly ran out of fuel.

"Well, shit," you muttered to yourself. "Old fashioned, it is."

You used the flamethrower itself as a combat weapon, hurling it through their guts and crotches, any of their most vulnerable areas.

The last guy to go down was the supposed leader. You smash the flamethrower into his head, probably leaving a dent, and he falls to the ground. You then take out any knives that remain, stabbing them through bith his shoulders and shins.

You took out your remaining anger and adrenaline out on him by using the flamethrower, striking it against his abdomen.

"Asshole! Perveted! Kidnapping! Ugly! Son! Of! A! Bitch!" You exclaim with every blow.

You pants, looking around the room full of unconscious men. Even the one in the cape.

You lift him up, throwing his arm over your shoulder, beginning to haul him out of the warehouse.

By the time Jason woke uo, his head was spinning, his throat was dry, and his vision was blurry. He sits uo, trying to stay still to focus his vision. He then notices that his shirt is off and his torso is bandaged. There were also many patches all over his face.

He slowly gets uo from bed, wincing at the pain. On his nightstand, he sees a glass of water, pills and a sticky note.

"Take the pill and drink all the water, theatre nerd

- Other Nerd."

Jason couldn't help but smile at the little message and consideration. He did as was told, swallowing the pill and gulping down the water.

Wanting to get into bed, he heard voices coming out of his room. He leans against his dokr, trying to listen.

"Half of those guys are in death threatening condition! The other half have permanently damaged bones! You killed a guy, Y/n! When the fuck do you even kill!" It was Dick. Who seemed pissed. Wait.

Did he just put your name and the word kill in the same sentence?

"What was I meant to do, Dick? Lock them up and wait for them to escape again? You and I both know the justice system is bullshit!" You spit back.

"That doesn't make you the judge of death, Y/n!"

"What-Fucking-Ever! Here's an idea! Maybe if you had just a little faith in Jason, he wouldn't feel the need to go out there! He was just trying to help! You're his older brother. Act like it!" You bite, not wanting to hear another word coming out of Dick's mouth, and stormed into Jason's room.

Too bad you didn't know he was leaning on the other side of the door.

He grunts heavily, and you shove the door against him.

"Shit! Jay, what the hell are you doing out of bed!" You scold him, taking him by the arm and leading him back to bed.

"Hello to you too, nerd," he mumbles, lying back down.

"You just wake up? How you feelin'?" Your hand rests against his face.

"I'm fine. What happened?" He replies groggily.

You sighed, sitting on the floor, resting your chin on the edge of the bed. "You got kidnapped. Your tracker and wire went offline."

"So what were you and Dick arguing about?" His brows knit together.

Your head tilted so that you were leaning on your cheek.

"Just tell me, nerd," he scoffed.

"Went to save you on my own. Killed a guy," you shamefully admitted.

He smiled in disbelief. "I thought I was fuckin' hallucinating. Fuck, wished I was conscious to see you in action. You didn't even need to get me, nerd. I had everything under control." He scoffs at the end.

"Mm.. Okay, Mr. black eye and stabbed stomach," you reply tiredly, while poking his nose.

Jason sighs and stares at the ceiling. "Thanks." He mutters.You smile.

"Hm? What was that?" You tease.

"I'm not saying it again. You know what I said."

"Yeah, yeah. I know." You admire the side of his face.

"Why? Why go through all that, Y/n? You haven't even punched a person in who knows how long. And suddenly you put people in the hospital and kill someone? I don't understand," Jason suddenly says, turning to face you.

You look back at him. "They took you."

He shook his head, unsatisfied. "No. That's bullshit. Gar and Conner got kidnapped once. You didn't kill people then."

You looked away. "They aren't you." You mumble.

"So what? What the hell's so special about me, Y/n? Why do you care so much?" Jason was confused. He wanted answers as to why someone could care so much for him. He wanted to know why someone who doesn't believe in violence would kill for him when even his own family couldn't.

"I don't," you tried to excuse yourself. "But if they killed you, I would've killed everyone, and the Titans, and then myself," you casually say, still avoiding his gaze.

Jason couldn't help but snicker. "Sounds very caring to me, nerd," he lowly says.

You hum. "Mm, whatever."

He then dramatically sighs. "You know what, sweetheart. It's pretty cold up here. And I assume the floor isn't as comfortable as the bed," there's a look of both want and need in his eyes.

You smile. "What? Wamt a blankie?" You teased.

"Fuck, just come up here," he scoffed, rolling his eyes.

You said nothing else. Just quickly obliged, going around to the other side of the bed, lying beside him.

"You're too far," he complains.

"I'm gonna mess up your bandages," you pout.

"You're so stubborn," Jason says, using his gokd arm to pull you closer, making your head lay on his chest.

"You're one to talk," you snap, though nestling your head into his warmth.

He just hums in response, letting his lips linger on the crown of your head.

I'M SORRY AGAIN, ANON. this is probably lame... and I didn't know how to end it

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heyyyharry · 1 year

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Hits Different (from the Flatmate series)

...in which Harry goes to the club while his flatmate goes on a blind date.

Word count: 2.6k

Inspired by Taylor Swift’s unreleased song “Hits Different”

___♥___

The muffled club music was still thrumming in Harry’s ear as he splashed his face with cold water. He stared at his reflection in the dirty mirror. Jesus, had he been looking like this all night long? His eyes were red and his hair suggested that he’d either just had sex or just got out of bed five minutes ago. Neither of that was true. He’d been living off of coffee for the past few days because of the exam season, and he really wished he was having sex right now instead of hiding in the loo, suffocating from the smell of urine and vomit.

The door swung open all of a sudden and Niall rushed in, face taut with worry. “Mate, you alright?”

“Yeah, I’m fine,” Harry murmured as he washed his hands under the running tap. Niall looked the opposite of him – so clean and sober, with his hair neatly pushed back, and his white polo shirt made him look like he’d just gone golfing. Harry looked even more of a mess now with Niall’s reflection behind him in the mirror.

“You sure you’re alright? We’re worried about you,” Niall indeed looked worried.

But before Harry could deflect the accusation that he might not be alright, Layla walked in, wearing a silver sequin dress that made her look like a mirrorball. Layla always treated the club like her Met Gala as it was her way of manifesting an invitation for the event in the future. But seeing Niall and now Layla made Harry feel even more like shit.

“Harry, are you taking drugs?” she asked, eyes wide.

“What? No.” Harry scoffed, frantically pushing his hair back. “Why? Do I look like I’m on drugs?” A pause. “Wait, what are you doing in the men’s room?”

Layla ignored that as she pushed past Niall to grab Harry and started fixing his hair and shirt.

“I think we should take him home, Layla,” Niall said.

“No, we agreed to go out tonight, so we’re gonna have a great time,” Layla said while aggressively tugging at Harry’s sleeves to straighten them.

“He’s clearly drunk,” Niall breathed. “We should take him home.”

“Why are you guys talking about me like I’m not here?”

“He’ll get over it,” Layla told Niall as she stepped back and looked at Harry, satisfied with her work. “He’s just being dramatic.”

“I’m the dramatic one?” Harry gasped. “Said the shiniest girl in the club.”

“At least I’m not being emo in the toilet because my crush is on a date.”

“I don’t have a crush on Y/N.”

“Denial is a river in Egypt.”

“Layla, give him a break.”

“Let’s get back out there,” Harry said, not wanting to argue with Layla right now. Besides, they were finally playing a song he knew.

___♥___

Oh, my, love is a lie

Shit my friends say to get me by

It hits different

It hits different this time

Catastrophic blues

Movin' on was always easy for me to do

It hits different

It hits different 'cause it's you

As it turned out, Harry hated that song. It was the one Y/N had sent him earlier this week on Whatsapp, and he only listened to it because she loved it. Now they were playing it in this bar and it made him chug down more pints than he could count, and by the time he’d made it out of the club, his knees were wobbly and his head spinning.

Layla threw her big coat on, and Niall shivered in his trench coat, but Harry, with only his jumper on and alcohol flooding in his blood streams, was not affected by the October chill.

I wonder what Y/N is doing right now.

“Bet she’s having a better night than us,” Layla muttered, and Harry realised he’d said that aloud.

“Layla, don’t say that.” Niall put an arm around Harry to help him stand. “Let’s get you home, Harry.”

“Can we pick up Y/N?”

“We don’t know where she is.”

“I’ll text her.”

“Don’t you dare.” Layla snatched the phone out of his hand before he could even unlock it. “The only night that Y/N gets to not be boring and you’re plotting to ruin it for her. Also, you’re being very selfish right now, mentioning her when you’re with us.”

Harry felt his stomach churn. “Do you think she’s having fun?”

“Well, obviously. She would have texted you if she wanted to leave the date. She might meet someone who’s perfect for her and fall in love and live happily ever after with him–”

Before Layla could finish painting that picture, Harry braced his hand on the wall beside him. He heard Layla scream as vomit pooled beneath him, staining his shoes, his stomach clenching in pain. Niall’s voice was muffled, though Harry could feel Niall’s hand rubbing his back.

While the taste of vomit passed down his tongue and filled him with shame and regret, the memory of tY/N getting ready for her blind date stormed back into his head, and when he thought about another man touching her, the second torrent of sludge exited mouth.

“These boots are vintage!” Layla screeched. Harry feared that she’d start crying, but instead, she just smacked him with her purse, knocking him onto the ground.

Through his fluttering eyelids, he could see how scared Layla was because she hadn’t expected him to fall. It wasn’t her fault. She hadn’t hit him that hard; it was his legs that decided to give in, and so he sat on the pavement, head against the cold brick wall.

This felt too comfortable, he thought, eyes pinched shut. Maybe he should just stay here…

___♥___

“Is that a new hat?”

“Yup, just got it from a charity shop,” Y/N said as she studied her reflection in her full-length mirror. Harry stood in her doorway, a piece of toast in hand, chewing as he watched her. Y/N rarely got dressed up, so when she did, it was extremely noticeable. It wasn’t really because she thought she was too cool for all those girly things, but she’d once told him that she felt like putting on something nice would draw attention to herself and she hated that. Now she was wearing a new knitted hat and a bright blue trench coat that she’d worn once for a book club event.

She wanted to get someone’s attention.

Not another gay neighbour, Harry hoped.

“Where are you going?” he asked, trying to act casual as he leaned a shoulder against the doorframe.

She paid him no attention and kept on trying to pick out a lint from her cream knitted hat. “Oh, just this blind date that Sian set me up on.”

“What? Blind date with whom?”

Now she finally turned around to face him. “Harry, it’s called a blind date for a reason. I don’t know who I’m going to meet.”

“Okay, that sounds safe,” he said sarcastically. “Who’s this Sian and why do they want you killed?”

“Sian is my boss.”

“At the student office? Isn’t she like thirty?”

“It’s with one of her cousins, I think.”

“Hmmm, still sounds sketchy to me,” Harry said as he took a huge bite of his toast and started chewing aggressively. “Do you want me to go with you? Just to be safe.”

“No, Harry, I would prefer not to have you on my date with me.”

“I’ll just be in the background. If he turns out to be a decent guy, I’ll go away.”

Y/N tilted her head and gave him a look that said ‘Really?’ sarcastically, of course.

“Please?” He didn’t know what else to say.

“You don’t see me asking to go with you on your dates!” said Y/N.

“That’s because I know who I’m going on a date with?” He laughed dryly. “Also, my ‘dates’ aren’t actual dates. It’s just sex.”

“Said that to all the girls who came up to me to ask why you ghosted them.”

“Well…” He thought for a moment. “I didn’t have feelings for them, so it was better to rip the bandage off.”

Y/N let out a laugh, but he didn’t think she found it funny. “I’m not getting relationship advice from someone who switches out his Barbies and skips town like an asshole outlaw.”

“Hey!” he said. “But I like that…asshole outlaw.”

Y/N rolled her eyes and sat down at her desk to start doing her makeup. Harry guessed it was his cue to leave, but he didn’t want to just give up like that.

“I’m not giving you relationship advice,” he said.

“Oh, you’re still here,” she sighed, her back still turned to him.

He went on anyway. “I’m just saying that it’s not safe to go on a blind date in London. People get stabbed left and right in this hell hole.”

“I’ll be fine. Besides, if he turns out to be a creep, I’ll text you.”

That sounded more reassuring, but not exactly what Harry wanted to hear. “Okay,” he breathed. “Keep me updated. Stay safe.”

“I’ll get condoms.”

“Ew, I did not ask for that information.” Why did she have to say that? Now all he could think about was her having sex with this stranger?

Y/N glanced at him over her shoulder and smiled. “I’m just kidding. I’ll go slow. I’m a relationship type of girl, Harry.”

“Good…to know.” He awkwardly nodded. “I’ll leave you to do your thing.”

“Thank you. Shut the door on your way out, please.”

He rolled his eyes and shut the door behind him.

___♥___

“She was very excited about her new hat,” he murmured.

In his daze, he heard Layla ask, “What?”

“Y/N got a new hat. I should’ve complimented her.”

“Are you seriously crying over a hat?”

“I’m not crying.” He sniffled. “I’m just…cold.”

“Do you want my coat?” asked Niall. He loved Niall. Niall was cool.

Harry blinked up at the blurry outlines of his two friends, backlit by the pink neon light of the club. Layla looked like a disco ball now and he found it amusing.

“I want to go home with Y/N,” he slurred, thinking he sounded quite robotic.

“Our Uber should be here in five minutes,” Niall reassured Harry while pulling him back to his feet. “But we’ll have a conversation about this when you’re sober.”

“About what?”

“About the fact that you don’t want to admit you’re in love with Y/N.”

“No, I’m not…” It took him a moment to get the words out, “I mean, if I was capable of love, she’d be the only one that I love. But since I’m not, I’m…not.”

“That makes no sense.”

“It kinda is,” Layla chimed in. “Love is a lie, anyway. Also, you’re always whining about needing your own space. You and Y/N would never work.”

“Layla!”

“What? I’m trying to talk some sense into him. I think he just wants her because she doesn’t want him and he has a massive ego.”

“I’m still here.”

“Yeah, and I said what I said,” Layla told him. “Besides, moving on is always easy for you to do. You’ll forget about Y/N the next time you lay eyes on a hot girl.”

Harry would like to say that it wasn’t true, but maybe Layla had a point. He knew his nature, and Y/N didn’t deserve someone like that.

“I’m a relationship type of girl, Harry.”

They said when it’s right, you’ll know, but nothing had ever felt so wrong. He supposed the real reason he was so upset was because Y/N seemed to know what she wanted, and he didn’t. In his head, he was cursing the space that he needed and the doubt that he had for himself. If he just knew what he wanted–

“Our Uber is here,” Niall said as a black car pulled over in front of them, headlights blinding.

He heard Layla say, “Let’s stop inviting him out.”

He wanted to tell her to stop talking about him when he was right here, but now that he was in the comfortable backseat instead of the pavement, sleep quickly enveloped him.

___♥___

Dreams.

Harry was dreaming. Well, he must be, because just a moment ago, he was in the Uber with his friends, and now he was sitting on the sofa with Y/N and it was morning again. He felt fine, not a single drop of alcohol in his system. She was wearing her joggers and a massive hoodie. While she perused the book in her hands, the sun from the window behind her made it look like she was made of light, and he sat and stared.

For the first time, it felt so simple. He knew what he wanted, and it was to hold her for a while and tell her how much he loved her hair, her stare, and her sense of belief in the good in the world and, well, in him.

It was the sound of the key turn in the hallway that made him start awake. The room was dark and he was covered in sweat. Was she at the door? Was she okay?

No, just his neighbour coming home.

And so he sat there with his head in his hands, wishing he could go back to the dream.

“You’re alive.”

The voice made him jump. Y/N stood by the kitchen door, backlit by the kitchen light, looking just like she had in his dream.

“When did you get home?” he asked, catching his breath.

She seemed amused by his reaction. “Before you. Niall and Layla dropped you off.”

Fuck.

“Did they say something to you?”

“Nope. Oh, Layla did mention you’d need to pay for her vintage shoes, though. I saw what you’d done to them.” She made a face. “I assume that would cost you a whole month of night-outs.”

Harry kneaded his temples to ease away the headache while trying not to make eye contact with her. The last topic he would want to discuss now was Layla. “How was the date?”

“It was alright,” she said and sat down beside him. “He was nice.”

He glanced at her. “And?”

She shrugged. “Friends vibe.”

Harry had to fight the urge to punch the air and start dancing in circles around the room. With a straight face, he said, “That sucks.”

“Oh, well, I’m not giving up that easily. I’ll meet someone,” she said with a smile as if she knew something that he didn’t, and Harry didn’t like that at all.

“Go shower. You stink,” she said and stood up.

If she thought he would let this end so easily, she didn’t know him at all.

“Wait.”

“Hmm?”

“You said…friends vibe. Was it…like you and me?”

It took her a few seconds to process the question. “No.” She shook her head. “Nothing like you and me. I don’t know…we’re different.”

“How different?”

“Sometimes, I want to strangle you. Other times, I like being around you.” And when she saw the look he was giving her, she went on, “You do have a lot of redeemable qualities, Harry. You’re like a likeable villain.”

Likeable or not, Harry didn’t want to be a villain. The villain never gets the girl.

“Nah, I’m the main guy.”

Her lips curled. “The type that should be killed off but lives?”

“Yeah, an anti-hero. You wouldn’t want me killed. I could still melt your world, not like those boring Ken dolls out there.”

“See, whenever you say things like that I want to strangle you,” she scoffed, shaking her head. “Good night, Harry.”

Harry said nothing as he watched her walk away. His argumentative, antithetical dream girl.

___♥___

"Hits Different"

I washed my hands of us at the club You made a mess of me I pictured you with other girls in love Then threw up on the street Like waiting for a bus that never shows You just start walkin' on They say that if it's right, you know Each bar plays our song Nothing has ever felt so wrong

Oh, my, love is a lie Shit my friends say to get me by It hits different It hits different this time Catastrophic blues Movin' on was always easy for me to do It hits different It hits different 'cause it's you

('Cause it's you)

I used to switch out these Kens, I'd just ghost Rip the band-aid off and skip town like an asshole outlaw Freedom felt like summer then on the coast Now the sun burns my heart and the sand hurts my feelings And I never don't cry (And I never don't cry) at the bar Yeah, my sadness is contagious (My sadness is contagious) I slur your name 'til someone puts me in a car I stopped receiving invitations

('Cause it's you)

I find the artifacts, cried over a hat Cursed the space that I needed I trace the evidence, make it make some sense Why the wound is still bleedin' You were the one that I loved Don't need another metaphor, it's simple enough A wrinkle in time like the crease by your eyes This is why they shouldn't kill off the main guy Dreams of your hair and your stare and sense of belief In the good in the world, you once believed in me And I felt you and I held you for a while Bet I could still melt your world Argumentative, antithetical dream girl

I heard your key turn in the door down the hallway Is that your key in the door? Is it okay? Is it you? Or have they come to take me away? To take me away

Oh, my, love is a lie Shit my friends say to get me by It hits different (It hits different) It hits different this time Catastrophic blues Movin' on was always easy for me to do It hits different (It hits different) It hits different 'cause it's you

Oh, my, love is a lie Shit my friends say to get me by 'Cause it's you Catastrophic blues Movin' on was always easy for me to do It hits different (Yeah) It hits different 'cause it's you

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yuriwritestwst · 2 years

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Casual Touches

Despite his cold and calculating ways, Azul comes to realize that you make him very nervous but also very happy; wherein you make physical contact with Azul, and each time is a new realization for him.

notes: spoilers for book 3, Azul x gn!reader

Exactly one week before exams, Azul wakes up just after an hour of sleep, but despite his exhaustion, he’s nearly brimming with excitement. After all, there was nothing more profitable than students desperate to pass their classes, and who would he be to ignore their struggles? His study guide that he had poured months into was freshly finished, edited, and priced so that the Mostro Lounge would be flooding with money very soon. All he had to do now was to get ready for class and play the pitying man’s act, contracts in hand.

He makes eye contact with you in the hallway, and with a scheming grin, he all but saunters over to you, the Leech twins following ominously behind. You’d be scared if this was your first time, but after countless supposedly random encounters with Azul, you’re pretty much used it by now.

“My, you’re looking awfully stressed over there,” he opens, feigning a look of concern.

“Stressed, but not nearly as worn out as you,” you respond almost immediately.

Azul pauses before he can even bring up the topic of exams and frowns. He was a man of routine, and like he did every morning, he always made sure to check his appearance before heading out. Today, too, he was sure that he looked presentable as always.

“I’m afraid I don’t know what you mean.”

“It must be hard staying at the top of our class and keeping the Mostro Lounge running,” you comment, disregarding his previous statement. This time, it’s your turn to frown. “I hope you get some proper rest soon.”

Without skipping a beat, you reach to brush a stray strand of hair away from his face, fingers lightly grazing his skin. It’s almost tickling, and it takes everything Azul has in him to appear blasé despite the chill that runs down his spine. It’s an incredibly brief action, but he swears your fingers linger for a lot longer than they should (they didn’t).

“I have to get to class now, but I’ll catch you around, Azul. Maybe try taking a nap later?”

And with that, you’re dashing off to the room down the hall, leaving the house warden speechless and hand still inside his school bag where his contracts are. If he weren’t frozen in place, he’d surely reprimand the snickers and giggling from the two eels behind him, but he’s still short-circuiting.

Even so, he realizes with horror, he can’t say that he disliked feeling like this.

In normal circumstances, Azul doesn’t really care for others watching him during flying class. He’s a new land-dweller having only gotten used to using legs and feet for a little bit over a year. So what if he can’t figure out how to control a broom? He’s from the Coral Sea, and what didn’t they do down there? Fly.

“You’d think you’d get the hang of at least floating upright after all this time,” Vargas sighs, shaking his head.

“I promise you it’s my broom’s fault,” Azul replies rather pettily. “I’ll have you know that I can float perfectly fine on my own.”

“Yeah, in the water,” Vargas scoffs. “Well, at least try a bit today. It’d be a shame if you were caught flying left and right upside down when the first years come out.”

“What?”

“The other class is coming to this side of the field today,” Vargas explains, clearly not considering it a big deal. “I hear they’re redoing the lawn where they usually have class.

It is a very Big Deal to Azul, though, because for some reason, when he sees you walk out in your gym uniform with Grim and your magic broom in tow, he finally has the decency to feel shame for not being able to fly. His sea-related excuses instantly dry up, and he’s suddenly thinking about every single way possible to get out of class before you spot him, because he definitely was not going to successfully fly 50 meters today. Or ever.

“Go down,” he mutters under his breath, but his broom ignores him like usual. It doesn’t help that he’s getting more nervous by the second, palms growing clammy as his broom continues to spin him upside down. “Just for once, will you-“

“Azul!” he hears you shout.

The merman physically jolts and falls onto the ground without a single shred of dignity. His broom, as if to gloat, zooms away. He’d have to find it later, no doubt, but he’s more concerned about looking like an absolute fool. Luckily, he isn’t hurt and quickly adjusts his glasses so that they aren’t askew. Aside from the minor dirt stains, he’s fine.

“Are you okay?” you ask, running over to him.

“I meant to do that,” he says quickly. Anything for that shred of dignity back.

“I’m sure you did.” With a roll of your eyes, you pull him by the arms up onto his feet. “Can you walk okay? Does it hurt anywhere? Let’s get you to the infirmary.”

He says nothing. His brain is doing the weird short-circuiting thing again as he stares at your hands around his arms. What the heck.

“Did you hit your head?” you ask worriedly when you’re met with a blank stare and no response. “Wait, can you stand properly? I’ll go call Coach Vargas over and-“

“N-no! I’m fine.” He doesn’t even have time to mentally kick himself for the stammer. Instead, he clears his throat twice, breathes in air to straighten himself out, and takes extra care to make sure that his shoulders look much less tense than they actually are. “My name is Azul Ashengrotto. Today is a Tuesday, and I’m in second period, which is flying class. See? I’m completely fine.”

“Are you sure?” you ask, still concerned. “Azul, I think you’re shaking-“

“It’s just the adrenaline!” he denies immediately, all but ripping his arms out of your grasp. “Now if you excuse me, I need to fetch my broom. I’d hate to take up your precious class time, too.”

He storms off, face feeling hot, much hotter than when he was working up a sweat earlier. He said he was going to find his broom, but frankly, he doesn’t even remember in which direction it took off too. All he can think about are your hands and the way they grasp around his limbs. It was delicate but firm, and he finds himself thinking that he almost felt comfortable like that despite the disaster that led up to it.

“Ashengrotto, what are you doing wandering around? I told you that you needed to be upright in the sky by the end of class today, not on the ground-“

“Broom,” is all Azul can manage, head full of other scenarios where he’d much prefer you grasping onto him. For example, on the way to class or perhaps on a weekend in town. He nearly trips over himself when he realizes what he’s fantasizing about, and over a single casual, meaningless contact at that too.

He thinks he must be going crazy, because what the heck.

Azul overblots and the aftermath is equal parts horrifying and humiliating for him. Horrifying because he could have died, but he considers it not that daunting after realizing that he has 1) lost all his contracts 2) exposed his merman form, and 3) thrown the biggest tantrum known to man in front of his entire dorm. It’s extra salt to the wound when he’s taken to the infirmary at the behest of Jade and is all but interrogated on what had happened by the healers there.

He lies on the infirmary bed dwelling on mostly these three big things overnight along with other concerns eating at the back of his mind.

As much as he hates to admit it, he feels drained, physically, mentally, and emotionally. He’s left with no other option but to start at a blank slate again, and he finds it so devastatingly frightening. How could he go back and face the rest of the Octavinelle students? Would he even have the prestige of housewarden when returning? What did he really have now?

He hates uncertainty but is even more peeved with the fact that he knows with definite confidence the answer to his last question. Absolutely nothing.

“Azul?” a voice calls for him and snaps him out of his thoughts. He blinks, looking at the orange-red sky outside. He’s not sure if it’s early in the morning or late in the day. Either way, he’s still not quite back in top shape, and can only murmur something incoherent as a response.

“I hope you’re feeling better.” He turns to his side, eyes meeting yours. “I guess not.”

“Thanks,” he groans sarcastically before falling into heavy silence. He doesn’t know why his throat suddenly goes dry when he sees you. He knows he has so much to say to you, and to everyone else at that, but it gets stuck in his throat.

“I, um, got notes from your lectures today for you,” you offer rather awkwardly, setting some papers on the nightstand next to him. “I figured you wanted to stay updated, so take a look at them when you feel up for it…if you want, of course.”

“I see.” It’s a murmur again, and he looks at the papers to your hand that is now laid idly by your side. He takes a breath. “I’m sorry.”

“Yeah,” you say, smiling rather sheepishly. “I know. We all know.”

“I’m so sorry,” he says again, pain contorting his voice. So much to say, so few words falling out.

“Azul-“

“I can’t even offer anything to fix it,” he continues, struggling to speak. “I have nothing left. Nothing.”

Azul is, by nature, a crier, and he hates it so, so much, because once he starts, he can’t stop. That and the fact that his tears are dark black ink. It’s a mess, and he’s a mess, and it hurts when he’s forced to confront this truth in front of someone else. Embarrassing, shameful, always the same, unchanging Azul Ashengrotto.

“Oh, Azul,” you say, carefully wiping his tears with a tissue.

The tears bleed through, of course, and upon seeing your fingers stained with ink, he clumsily pulls away, opting to use his nightgown instead. He thinks you’ve given up on him at this point, because who wouldn’t feel disgusted, but when he feels a firm tug, he’s confused and panicked.

“W-wait,” he protests, resisting your pull. “I’ll ruin your uniform-“

“I can get another one,” you reassure, gently pressing his head onto your shoulder with one hand and rubbing circles on his back with the other. “You just looked like you needed a good hug.”

He’s tense and awkwardly presses his face into the space near your neck. Azul’s not even sure if he’s crying anymore or if he’s been shocked into silence, but his hands start feeling the same cold clamminess they did when he saw you at flying class.

Needless to say, it’s been a long time since he’s been held like this, or even ever, and he certainly doesn’t know the rules to embracing and if they differed between acquaintance and lover. His arms mechanically wrap around your back, because that’s what he has seen other people do and he figures mirroring your actions would be his best bet. He startles when you laugh.

“Azul, you can relax.” Your voice, like everything about you, he realizes, is warm and comforting. “Don’t think too much about it.”

How could he not think about it, he wonders in near delirium, when he feels one of your hands gently card through his hair and scrape his scalp. He feels nervous, but in the best way possible, and after what feels like hours of apprehensiveness and hesitancy, he sinks into your touch. He doesn’t remember the last time he’s been this unconcerned about how he presented himself in front of someone, but when he breathes, he finds himself relaxed, unburdened, and at peace. For now, he thinks he'll settle for an apology and silence, and tomorrow, he'll figure out what it is that he exactly wants to say to you.

And when you promise to walk him back to Octavinelle after he’s discharged, you give his hands a squeeze, and somehow, he knows that everything will be just fine.

Azul has friends, and even though the Leech twins are rather unique, he knows that perhaps he doesn’t act like friends with you. Sure, he knows that some friends are more touchy with each other, be it kisses on the cheek or linking arms. He knows that Friend Behavior varies widely and that he shouldn’t be overthinking your touches as anything more than that.

While he hates uncertainty and ambiguity, he also is admittedly too shy to ask you out properly. He likes you for sure, and everyone can see that, but he’s scared to confront the fact that perhaps you considered the two of you simply as friends.

But when he wakes up for the first time in your arms from the most peaceful sleep he’s ever had in his life, his mind starts to reel wondering if spooning is also Friend Behavior.

“Good morning,” you whisper, pressing a kiss to his forehead like you usually did when the two of you were alone. Casually and as a Good Friend, of course.

“Good morning to you too,” he responds, cheeks tinted with red before snuggling closer into the crook of your neck to hide his face. His blush reaches to the tips of his ears, though.

“Should we get up?” you ask, mindlessly caressing his head and neck. “I know you’re busy all the time.”

“…5 more minutes,” you hear him mumble and it sends you into giggles, because even Azul, a man of rigid routine and schedule, could act like this on a Sunday morning. “Why are you laughing?”

“Nothing,” you hum, delighted that you can practically hear the pout in his voice. His heart flutters. “I just like you a lot, that’s all.”

“So, can we date?” slips out of his mouth before he can even stop it, and he instantly stiffens when he feels your hand stop at the top of his head. He’s done it now, he curses. There goes everything he’s ever wanted. Why was he like this?

“Are we not already dating?” Confusion laces your voice, as he abruptly pushes himself off of you, eyes wide as saucers.

“We’re what?” he practically squeaks out, shaking. His hands grab the sheets of his bed, knuckles white. “When did this happen?”

“Azul, we cuddled all of last night during our date, and today, I woke up with you in my arms in your bed.”

“That was a date?!”

“Azul, when I asked if I could kiss you, and you said yes, what did you think that was for?”

“I- I don’t know! I thought you just picked up something from Vil! You know, as a friendly greeting?” he panics, still reeling from the fact that he went on a date without even knowing. Sure, to some, maybe cooking you dinner and watching your favorite movies all night while hugging may have looked like a date, but who was he to assume?

And sure, maybe when you asked him to bathe with you last night, he should’ve suspected something, but who is he to be weird about it when he’s been the one in water with other people for most of his life?

“You kissed me on the lips!” you nearly shout, and he wants to crawl inside an octopus pot because he feels so stupid. “Vil only does cheek kisses, too!”

You try your best to hold in your laughter, but it spills out, and through all his humiliation, Azul still thinks it’s one of the most wonderful sounds he’s ever heard in his life.

“Fine. In case it wasn’t clear already, Azul Ashengrotto, I love you so much. Can we date?” The last part is said teasingly, but he can only react by grumbling before sinking back into your arms.

“Yes, please." He’ll come up with a better way to respond later, perhaps when he calms down, but for now, he settles with his clumsy self and the feather-light kisses that cover his forehead.

(“So how many dates have we actually had?” Azul manages to ask as he’s whipping up breakfast and has come to terms with the fact that neither of you had been doing Just Friends activities for a while now. The realization takes him longer than expected, but hindsight is 20/20, and he wears glasses.

“Probably more than I can count,” you giggle, arms wrapped around his waist as you watch him chop up ingredients for an omelet. He groans apologetically. “But that’s okay because we can start all over right now.”)

#twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland #azul ashengrotto #azul ashengrotto x reader #azul x reader #twst imagines #azul x mc #azul x yuu #repost #azul’s a dork #azul x you #twst x reader

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gentrychild · 2 years

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Can we have more hcs about the one with Iida accidentally getting mangled in the battle trial? That au was very interesting and I had set an ask about it at some point but I think tumblr ate it.

1 - During his convalescence (since he got stabbed in Hosu), Izuku refuses to see any of his classmates. Shouto might have tried to climb through the window to talk to him but the nurse was closing the window a the time. Shouto fell but since he is a Todoroki, and about as resistant as Nura when it comes to near-death experiences, he doesn't even have a scratch.

2 - Everyone in UA takes a sharp turn now that Izuku has "redeemed" himself, so to speak, but Izuku doesn't care. His mental health is at its worst and he is training like crazy to make sure he has perfect control over OFA so he doesn't make any mistake anymore. However, during a training a little before the Final Exam, he manifests Blackwhip, which causes one impressive mental breakdown. All Might is the one to calm him down and he pulled him out of UA.

3 - For a few hours, Izuku is convinced that All Might is about to ask OFA back but no, All Might just tells him they both need tome away from the insanity and that right now, UA has nothing to offer him. They go in the countryside, in one of Toshinori's many safe houses, and for a couple of weeks, they just chill.

4 - All Might tells Izuku about the history of OFA. They train together. They look for signs of AFO. They focus on the All Might legacy most people have no idea about: what OFA users used to do. Gran Torino also joins in, delighted that his son and grandson are taking vacations and subtly holding them up so they don't crumble in a pile of trauma (which is deeply ironic when you know Sorahiko's mental state).

5- There is also a moment where Tensei innocently something about him being the kind of person who "protects his own". Unfortunately, Gran Torino was right next to him and he rips him a new one by spelling out that he contributed to the harassment campaign of a teenager who had made a horrible but honest mistake during which he was trying to avoid taking the equivalent of ten grenades to the face. He is both a grown man and a pro hero and his brother didn't get a career-ending-injury. If he hadn't blacklisted Midoriya Izuku, the problem could have been resolved with a minimum amount of trauma. Instead, he blacklisted him and no amount of "forgiving" will undo the damage.

#The reason why All Might wasn't the one to tear Tensei a new one is because he is busy taking care of Izuku #as sure as he is certain his boy stops having a continuous panic attack All Might will fight back #5 headcanons game #closed ask game #engine trouble au

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the---hermit · 11 months

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13|06|2023

35/50 days of productivity

The history of religions exam is done as well. I was very nervous, but luckily the professor asked me some of the stuff I knew very well! And now I can finally rest for a little while. As I had mentioned the exam I initially wanted to take in July will be postponed to another exam season. I still want to started getting some of the work done (I have over 30 recorded lectures and a book so it will take a while). But for now it's going to be a bit of rest, this week I plan on doing absolutely nothing, because in preparing these two exams I really burned myself out and I need a break. So it will be a lot of reading, possibily some movie watching, and if it will stop raining I might get back into my morning walks. In the list of nice things for the day, other than passing my exam and finally be free for a little while, there's: my dad who picked me up at the bus stop when I got back from uni and brought me tea and a cookie, the fact that that mindless crochet I did in these past few days turned into an improvised top that looks great, and an afternoon of reading Gender Queer by Maia Kobabe.

Productivity:

Last minute review before my exam

Took and passed my history of religions exam

Finished reading Gender Queer (and loved it)

Started listening to the new episode of the booksunbound podcast

Self care:

Read first thing in the moening but it was my history notes so idk how much it counts

Chilled and read in the afternoon

Took a relaxing back

📖: Gender Queer by Maia Kobabe

#studyblr #studyinspo #uniblr #university #studying #student life #book #bookblr #currently reading #productivity #50 days of productivity #journal #kinfe gang #mine #journaling #the---hermit

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cordelia---rose · 11 days

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15 questions for 15 friends

i was tagged by the wonderful @johaerys-writes, thank you so much!

ARE YOU NAMED AFTER ANYONE?: nope! my mother found a book of rare names, wrote down a whole bunch, and my father only liked one of them. fun fact, only three people in the entire world have the same first name as me ⭐

WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU CRIED?: oh man in terms of like any tears at all…like this morning because my PMDD is hitting me hard at the moment and i saw my dog being cute and it was all too much for me but in terms of a big, proper cry…probably a couple of weeks?

DO YOU HAVE KIDS?: i am actively filled with repulsion and dread at the thought of having children so it’s a good thing i don’t

WHAT SPORTS DO YOU PLAY/HAVE YOU PLAYED?: i used to play hockey, netball, tennis and rounders at school and then whatever they made us do in PE but i’m not a huge sports person, especially not teams ones!

DO YOU USE SARCASM?: too much. i realised in my teens that if i’m deliberately deadpan and sarcastic all the time, people just think it’s funny and don’t look at me weirdly when i’m having an especially autistic day and can’t mask well because it just blends into my usual demeanour. everyone at work thinks i’m very dry and sarcastic when actually it’s mostly just me failing to understand social cues.

WHAT IS THE FIRST THING YOU NOTICE ABOUT PEOPLE?: gosh honestly i really don’t know. although i do pay a lot of attention to people’s smiles, i think you can learn a lot about a person by how they smile. whether it’s forced or natural, if their eyes smile too, if they hold their happiness back or let it come out unrestrained, etc., so i’ll go for smiles!

WHAT'S YOUR EYE COLOUR?: boring boring blue

SCARY MOVIES OR HAPPY ENDINGS?: can we not have both? i’ll always have to pick scary movies though because horror is my favourite genre, but i love a final girl ending!

ANY TALENTS?: ooh this is tough because for me a talent is something you’re just naturally good at, but the things that other people would probably say i have a natural talent for are my hobbies which i’ve worked at for a long time so i wouldn’t be able to say if it’s an innate talent or just a skill i’ve honed. i think i’ll probably say playing the double bass (or upright bass in the USA) - i tried it out at a musical open day thing at my school and decided i liked it, and then twelve weeks later i sat a music exam for it and passed with top marks despite it usually taking several years to get to that point!

WHERE WERE YOU BORN?: england. i was doomed from the start.

WHAT ARE YOUR HOBBIES?: my main ones would be writing, reading, gaming, obsessively researching and then yapping about my special interests, and baking! i also do some crafty stuff when the mood strikes (i’m not really very good at it, but that’s chill, because it’s just for fun) and i’m not sure if it counts as a hobby but i love going on the trampoline!

DO YOU HAVE ANY PETS?: i have my dog who is simultaneously the reason i get up in the mornings and the reason i don’t want to get up in the mornings, and also a crested gecko who mostly just vibes doing her own thing.

HOW TALL ARE YOU?: 5’7”/1.70m

FAVOURITE SUBJECT IN SCHOOL?: this changed so drastically over the years! when i was younger it tended towards history, then when i started secondary school i still loved history but classics became my main area of interest, but after i decided i didn’t want to pursue a career in that field i cast about a little bit and realised that while i hated, like, plant biology and chemical reactions, i was really into specific aspects of science and that’s what i’m studying at uni now!

DREAM JOB?: forensic anthropologist, i’m undertaking my master’s in this and i really hope i get to have a career in this one day, it’s my life’s ambition.

Tagging (i barely talk to anyone on here lmao so it's definitely going to be fewer than 15! also there's with no pressure): @stressedanime @royalthorned @a-good-sandwich @toy-soldiering @claudiadiary

#personal #tag game

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spadesinred · 1 year

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Jotaro, Polnareff, Kakyoin and Avdol with a Mute S/O! - G/N

REQUEST<3: holaa, vi que hablas español espero no halla problema con que solicite en español 🥲

podría solicitar de jjba a los cruzados(excepto Joseph) con un lector mudo? Algo románticon por favor

Espero no incomodar muchas gracias y suerte con tu blog ❤️✨😄

(Thank you anon! please excuse me for taking so long..Classes are a pain in the ass and i had final exams this last weeks..!) (btw..i take this as the S/O is mute but not deaf, sorry if i was wrong)

JOTARO KUJO!

-When he met you, he actually thought and suspected you had something different, always so quiet and eyeing everyone with piercing eyes.

-He didn't mind it or seemed weirded out or anything, as he is himself a very quiet and introvert guy.

-When you hang out, it's usually going to a quiet place where he can talk to you and you to express yourself calmly, hearing his random thoughts and perhaps watching marine documentals?

-Somehow, Jotaro can read your thoughts and what you want to say when you're looking at something or someone in a certain way, how your eyebrows furrow, how you squint your eyes, the way your lips curve, if someone can't understand you, he will sulk at the person and then explain it, turning his head at you to know if he was right.

-When you began to date, your conexion was so rooted, you always enjoyed his calm and collected nature, just like he felt at peace with your chill and silent vibes.

-You two actually developed like a secret telepatic language, only for Jotaro and his quiet lover, stare at each other, smile, pout, he knows what you mean, and so do you.

-When fighting a stand user, he is afraid of you getting hurt and he wouldn't know since he might not see you, he wouldn't be able to hear your screams for help either, he keeps you close to him, holding pinkies..!

JEAN PIERRE POLNAREFF!

-When he saw you, he was mesmerized. Planning on how to introduce himself and impress you, he didn't know that you were mute, so when he comes to you and he sees you don't say anything, he actually got nervous.

-At first he didn't know exactly how to talk to you, later, he just gets used to your silent presence, he will tell you a random history of his, his dreams, his crave for love while batting his eyelashes at you.

-He will sometimes tease you lightly, since you can't answer back to him (at least with your voice) he will sometimes annoy you, perhaps just to get your attention and lighten your mood.

-You want to melt this man's heart? write him a love letter, it will fucking kill him.

-He will take revenge on you by leaving little notes with corny stuff everywhere.

-He's very protective of you too, if he sees anyone mocks, treats you bad for anything, he will probably have to hold himself from smashing their heads on the ground, especially if they mess with your mute condition.

KAKYOIN NORIAKI!!

-He understands completely at first. If he was already paying close attention and with interest everytime you were pointing something out, now, he had his full attention on you everytime.

-He never gets bored of you no matter what you two are doing, he will often invite you over to play videogames or do random stuff at home, he knows he is able of understanding you and you are comfortable with him, but outdoors it may complicate things, so he rather have you do something nice in a safe place for you to do anything.

-He loves that even when you can't speak through your voice, you actually have a lot of long and interesting conversations, he often finds himself giving free rein to his mind. He loves that you two simply are so safe with each other.

-You tried to develop a little language for you two to use, but you can only say like some basic or urgent words, tho it works in case you need something or the other way. You feel bad? No more, Kakyoin is already taking you to a nice place to help you out with anything. Need a hug? He's got ya.

-Sometimes he won't speak at all, of course, he is an introverted guy and will just lay with you, his head on your thighs, or resting on your shoulder.

MUHAMMAD AVDOL!

-He will treat you the same were you mute or not, he's a very polite and nice man already with anyone at first time.

-Since he knows a lot of stuff from being a fortune teller, (most fortune tellers have to analyze with precission the people they try to "read their fortune or misfortune" so they can come up with a believable answer, he knows how to read body language and the way someone expresses themselves) he manages to make you surprised most of the times, guessing things you never thought he could ever know if you didn't told him, but he did.

-He will teach you about tarot cards, he loves it when he has your whole attention focused on him, expect for him to do the same with you.

-When you began dating, he made a pack of small cards with essencial words for you to pull out in any place if anything happens or if you need something.

#jojos bizarre adventure #jojo x reader #jotaro kujo x reader #kakyoin x reader #polnareff x reader #avdol x reader

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the-cooler-kira · 2 years

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Could we have a Jotaro confessing to his Fem! reader friend? It can be post-part3. I wanna know how he confess to her ;3

Prom || Jotaro Kujo x Reader

cw: female reader, fluff, light swearing/flashback, unedited

summary: (post-SDC) jotaro uses this chance to ask out his long time friend and crush

a/n: I've just had the last official day of year 11 and wow the leavers assembly was bittersweet 💔

MASTERLIST

Final exams were over! All your and your peers' hard work had paid off, so now all you have to worry about is the prom next week.

That should be fine, right? Wrong.

There is an immense pressure to go with someone, as a date, to the prom and time was running out. To make the situation worse, your friends were the ones who put that idea in your head. Of course, she already had her boyfriend so she didn't exactly see the struggle of not having anyone to go with romantically and you didn't exactly feel like third-wheeling. This special night was supposed to be fun for everyone.

You had a few decent guy friends, some of which were just going to go with a friend or by themselves thanks to the double standards, but if you were to choose... you'd go with Jotaro Kujo.

Here's the thing: you have no idea how he truly feels about you, and if he even wanted to go to the prom. Avoiding your feelings, you decided to just not say anything and hope your friend doesn't berate you for not bringing anyone.

Walking to your locker, you clutched your belongings to your stomach and let out a breath you didn't realise you were holding. You changed your shoes, put away the materials you didn't need, and tied your jacket around your waist. It was cold earlier, but now it's fairly warm and you didn't want to become sweaty as you walk home.

"Hey, (Y/N)." A rough voice called out from behind you as you started walking in the direction of your home. You turned around, eyes meeting with none other than Jotaro himself.

"Hey, Jotaro." You offered a subtle smile in return as you kept walking. He easily matched your pace considering how much taller he was.

The two of you have only been friends since the beginning of the first year of high school when you were put in nearly every class and sat next to each other for a majority of them.

You remember finding yourself low-key missing his presence in the time he spent away doing who knows what at the beginning of this year. He came back covered in bandages, but he talked to you as if he never left so you decided against asking about it.

"Can I talk to you about something?" Oh look, your heart rate has never been quicker. Not even when your PE teacher forced the entire class to do cross country in the intense snow while only wearing a t-shirt and shorts.

"Uh, sure." You attempted to sound relaxed, but your voice did not translate that well.

"I'm gonna get straight to the point, I've liked you for a while and I would like to take you to the prom. Maybe after we can go get food and chill out, see where the night takes us... I guess. If that's what you want, I don't mind." He said it a little too fast, but you heard every single word.

Holy shit.

One thing's for sure: you weren't expecting that. You didn't catch it because you were both faced away from each other, and the sunset reflecting in the house windows had the both of you slightly squinting, but he stole quite a few nervous glances at your glowing appearance. He thought the sunset just made you look somehow even prettier.

During his time in Egypt, he found himself thinking about you quite a lot, typically in the quieter moments whether that be on a breezy balcony or half falling asleep in the back of a car...only to be interrupted by Joseph's reckless driving.

He had a lot of alone time with Polnareff, so naturally the topic of potential love interests came up.

----

"What about you, Jotaro?"

"What about me?"

"Well, I talk quite frequently about girls... but what about you? Do you have a girlfriend in your life? A crush, maybe?"

The ever-stoic delinquent slowly looked over to meet the prying eyes of the swordsman and gave him an unreadable expression.

"I'm being serious!" Polnareff exclaimed, "I'm not going to tease or anything, I'm just curious! I swear!"

"Good grief." Jotaro shook his head in disbelief, not being able to get you out of his head.

"Please! I won't tell Mr. Joestar, you have my word!" He continued to plead as the teenager took his offer into consideration.

"Tell anyone and I'll kill you myself." He began before Polnareff let out a quiet cheer. "There's a girl in pretty much every class... had a crush on her for ages. To be honest, I can't stop thinking about her. This trip certainly doesn't help. Not only am I worried about her being in danger, but it's making me worry if I'm going to be able to return to her so I can tell her how I feel. Plus, it's making me want to take her around the world...for quality time, obviously. I wouldn't put her life in danger like that, I don't think she's a stand user either."

Polnareff nodded in understanding before talking, "ah, young love."

"Shut it."

"Never thought the cold and closed off Jotaro Kujo would go soft for a girl- OW!" Jotaro flicked Polnareff's forehead to shut him up.

"You said you wouldn't tease."

"You know I couldn't help myself!"

"Good grief..."

----

The much larger teenager stopped in his tracks to look at you, and you looked back at him in return. His aqua eyes stared in anticipation, you wouldn't have known but he was nervous. He had a feeling you reciprocated the feeling, but there's always a chance of you saying no.

"I- wow, I'd love to!" You exclaimed, a wide grin making its way onto your face. "I mean, yeah, I think it'd be fun." You said after, trying to collect yourself and appear cooler, which didn't convince the either of you.

"Great, I'll pick you up at 6:30 so we can get there for 7." There was a subtle smile that rested on his seemingly perfect features.

"Great!" You echoed, the smile widening and Jotaro noticed a certain sparkle to your eyes that made you all the more cuter to him.

He walked you all the way to your house to make sure you'd arrive safely. Once you arrived, you turned to each other once more. You simply smiled at him and stood on your tip-toes to press a quick kiss to his cheek.

"I honestly can't wait, see you around Jojo!" You shouted as you walked up to your front door.

"Yeah, can't wait either." He mumbled, only turning around to keep walking to his place when you had walked into your house and shut the door.

Of course, you were barely in the door when your mother sprinted through to interrogate you as she saw the interaction through the window. This should be fun.

That doesn't matter though, Jotaro asked you to the prom next week!

#jotaro kujo x reader #jotaro kujo #jjba x reader #fluff #jjba fluff #stardust crusaders #jean pierre polnareff #joseph joestar #jjba stardust crusaders #jjba part 3

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hanna-kin · 2 years

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Swedish facts- graduation edition

Swedish graduation is called Studenten.

Gymnasiet (High school) last for three years and you graduate (tar studenten) in the beginning of june.

Bare in mind I graduated many years ago so this is based on my experience and my school. But the basics are pretty much the same.

You don't have the same type of final exams many other countries have but for some subjects you have nationella proven (national exams) that are the same in every school of the country and you take them at the exact same time.

In other subjects you'll take normal tests and hand in your tasks throughout the year and the final grade will be based on how you perform over all.

But now to the fun part, studenten.

Usually you'll have some activities in the months before Studenten. Fun things you do with your class. The last month is especially filled with these things. It's usually both fun and a bit sentimental and it's pretty chill. (Was for me at least)

A common tradition which I didn't do is mösspåtagning which collerates with Valborg which I've previously written about.

This is what the hat looks like though the colour of the thingy in the middle depends on what program you studied (I did social science and mine was dark blue) you also write your name and your class and our year.

You also write messages in eachothers hats for memories.

👗Prom

A week or so before graduation you commonly have a prom. It's pretty straightforward. Many people have a date but it's also super normalised to just go with friends.

Since you typically only have one prom during your time at gymnasiet your final one is a big deal for many people. It’s very common to do your hair at the salon and maybe even your make up.

We had a "fancy" three course meal, danced and then left to go to a night club later in the evening.

The day of graduation often start super early. I think I woke up between 4.00 and 4.30 to get ready.

🍾 Champagne breakfast

On graduation day you usually start off the day with a champagne breakfast. It can start as early as 6-7 in the morning because you have busy day. Together with your classmates you buy lots of nice foods that you eat with your class before the cermony starts. You also drink alot (if you want to)

🍇🍉🍒🍓🍍🥭🥝🍑🍌🥖🥐🥞🧇🫒🍸🍾🍸🍾🍷🍾🍾🍺🍺🍺🍻🥂🥃🍸

Here's some of the typcial food you eat. Many people are wasted from like 8am to 4am the next day.

This is typically when you write in eachothers hats.

The "boring stuff"

Then there's usually some kind of cermony in school. You'll spend more time with your class and your teachers, the headmaster etc. You get your grades and say goodbye to your teachers.

There are often photos taken too by a professional photographer.

There will be speeches and scholarships handed out (not scholarships for collage or uni. That's still free. Basically just money)

We ate lunch in school too.

Then begins the fun part.

Utspringet

A common tradition is something we call "utspring"

Family and friends if the graduates gather outside and then you run outside either together with your class or one by one.

At my school it was divided by class and one my one your class will be called. You run out to a stage and everyone cheers you on and then you have to try to find your family among the sea of people which brings us to the next tradition.

Each family have their own poster that they can hold up in the crowd. It has picture of you (baby pictures are common) and your name and you usually try to find your own in the crowd which is very intense.

Then you typcially are greeted my family and friends and you get little bouquets of flowers, stuffed animals and small bottles of wine etc that you hang around your neck. You may get a whisle too to make you extra noisy.

I got a vuzuela.

After a while you typically gather with your class again and go into the next tradions (the order may vary)

Studentflaket

During the school year you safe up money with your class to rent a huge truck like the ones in the pictures. You decorate them with branches of birch and sheets that you write on. Then someone drive around in the middle of the city while you party on them and play music, sing, dance and drink alcohol.

Usually there's a cortege with these and it causes huge trafic jams. But mostly people will just be happy and cheer on.

We also had a walk through the main street where we just played music and did the same thing but walking. Instead. A little redundant if you ask me.

Studentmottagning

Then you typically go home where your family have gathered to celebrate you. You get presents and there's usually food or fika ot both depending on the family.

The house is usually decorated with branches of birch and the swedish colours (blue and yellow) if your family is swedish. It's common to have some sort of buffet style so people can help themselves with food and drinks.

Many studenrs are still wasted but try to hide it from their grand parents and other relatives. You try to eat and recover a bit but are typcially exhausted and or wasted. (I was exhausted but everyone thought I was wasted)

Studentfesten

After you've celebrated with your family its pretty common to meet up with your class again for a pre party and then go to a night club. Usually the night clubs have their own event specifically for the students so you meet up with other students and party for as long as you can.

It's not uncommon for the party to continue in a park when the night club closes and since it's june its only dark for a couple of hours.

It's common to be awake for 24 hours and when you wake up again you are officially an adult and the real life starts.

To prove how long ago I graduated. This is the song I remember the most from the dane floor and it brings all the memories.

#young royals #swedish facts #Spotify

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ancient-remnants-of-love · 2 years

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“bren i love you but you still confuse your left and right”

this is so bad but idc imma post it anyways

brendan brisson x reader

(jock bf x academic reader)

not proof read

you had met brendan brisson through peer tutoring. you were majoring in athletic training with a minor in biology. he came in needing help with his biology 151 course after failing his first exam. you knew he was on the hockey team and they could not play with any type of failing grade. so he reached out to you and you had agreed to meet him once as week as his scheduled allowed. you were sitting in the library waiting for him, working on a paper for my psychology class. it was about falling in love and what the brain looks like as a person falls in love, not that you could relate. suddenly you heard someone come up to the chair across from me and you look up and see him sit down. you smile warmly at brendan. right away you notice how cute he is and immediately feel way more shy. ‘youre y/n im assuming” brendan says. you nod and say “hi brendan you can call me y/n/n” and he say “call me bren or briss, all my friends do, and i can tell we are gonna be good friends” with a smirk on his face. you blush and turn away. “are you ready to get started?” you ask shyly. he nods and pulls up the information he doesn't understand. we quickly get to work, you explain it to him as simple as you can and he seems to be getting it. you only get through one unit of the chapter before an alarm goes off on his phone. “oh shit,” he says, quickly throwing all his stuff in his blue and yellow backpack, “i gotta get to practice but same time next week?” you smile again at him and say “yes same place too.” a week passes uneventfully and once again you're in the library waiting for him, at the same table you were last week. once again he comes in like a tornado, with his backpack half unzipped and the messiest hair but it looks oh so good on him. you smile at him and say “hi bren, how are you?” he looks at you and smiles and says without taking a single breathe “hi y/n/n how are you im good practice has been brutal, but we are winning our games but estapa needs to learn how to stay out of the sin bin, and bordy got a new tatttoo and ive been studying more and..” “bren take a breath” you laugh at how excited he is and how much he rambles. “sorry sorry i was just excited to see you,” he says, much calmer now. “have i told you that you are like really pretty?” he blurts out after you guys have been studying for like an hour. “bren stop youre making me blush, you say “but thank you, you are quite pretty yourself.” he looks at you with a funny look on his face, “you think im pretty” he asks and you smile and nod, a little confused. suddenly his lips are on yours and you manage to kiss him back after getting over the inital shock. when he finally pulls away he looks a little embarrassed “sorry i just really wanted to kiss you, do you wanna come over and met my friends after, its ok if you dont, you totally dont have to but we are jsut chilling at bordy’s house, hes my best friend, and most of my teammates will be there..” you giggle and look at the rambling boy in front of you. “of course i wanna meet your friends bren,” you assure him and the smile he gives you makes your heart melt. “also,” he says nervous once again, “do you maybe wanna go on a date” “yes bren i would love to go on a date with you”

5 months later

the last 5 months have been the best 5 months of your life. saying yes to that date with brendan brisson was one of the greatest decisions of your life. he came to your dorm to pick you up and when you looked out your peephole he had flowers in his hand and you quickly opened the door and gave him a huge hug. the smile of his face grew and he greeted you “hey pretty girl, these are for you,” you smile at him and take them, placing them onto your counter with a mental note to put them in a vase later. “thanks bren, they are beautiful,” you say, smiling at the sweetest boy standing in your doorway. you quickly grab your coat and lock your door. bren grabs your hand and you walk out the building. “where are we going” you ask him, taking in the outfit he is wearing. “a picnic, watching the sunset and listening to taylor swift” he says, looking shy now, wondering if you were expecting something else. but you stop dead in your tracks and jump into his arms, brendan wasnt expecting this but thankfully catches you. you kiss him and tell him that a sunset picnic while listening to taylor swift is your dream date and how did he know. quite sheepishly he says he talked to your best friend and she mentioned how much you loved sunsets and taylor swift. he has to stop by his place first and grab the food and blanket, and then your guys are on your way to the local park. he sets up the blanket and the food, and pulls you against his chest. you relax against him and enjoy listening to him talk about his day and he smiles when you tell him all about yours. soon, the sun starts to set and he stands up and asks you to dance. he starts to play “love story” (taylors version) and you gasp when he takes your hand and pulls you close. “brendan brisson, i didnt take you for a swiftie.” you tease him and he smiles at you, and says “forever and always, pretty girl” as you two dance well past the sunsetting, his taylor swift playlist playing softly into the background, you have never felt more at home with someone and you thank your lucky stars you said yes to tutoring him. as you come outta your daydream, you look over at bren who is taking a nap after his class while your studying for your last final. you go back to work, typing and making flash card for about an hour when suddenly you feel arms wrap around you and bren placing a kiss on your cheek. “hi bren, how was your nap?” you ask the still sleepy boy, who mumbles “ok, would have been better with you cuddling me” “bren i gotta study for this and once i take it tomorrow morning you can have all the cuddles in the world” “ok, do you need help studying?” you cant help but laugh “bren, baby i love you but you still confuse your left and right.” bren pouts but he knows that you are right and you kiss the pout right off his face. looking at him with his bed head, wearing nothing but some umich sweats you cant help but wonder how you managed to be with such a pretty boy with the sweetest soul. after taking your final the next day, and getting a 90% you make your way to your dorm and open your door to find brendan sitting on your bed. “cuddle time?” he asks with the most adorable smile on his face. “yes bren cuddle time” you say and crawl into bed where yall stay for the majority of the day. once again you are so glad you decided to say yes to tutoring bren. all of your friends and his dont understand how you, someone going to school to get a doctorate, would be with someone who once asks you very seriously “do you think 20 chickens would be able to kill a lion? but your relationship makes perfect sense. you keep him grounded and his check and he brought you out of your shell, taking you to the hockey house and introducing you to all his friends. bordy had even convinced you to get a tattoo, though it was a small one it meant a lot to you. you had gotten a mirrorball in reference to your favorite taylor swift song. but the best part out of all these memories you had were that bren was by your side, because he was your lover and you were his.

#brendan brisson #brendan brisson imagine

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mrssimply · 1 year

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7th: Soft

I decided to do a fic advent calendar this year, and idea that was given to me by Bones a.k.a Riots from the Totentanz Discord Server.

You can find the prompt list here.

Every fic will be posted on my AO3 Account here.

This one is for @rockerboyrepo, whose prompt was: "snowflakes that stick to one's nose and eyelashes aka the winter weather date [Kerry/V] (my only thought is that Kerry would look beautiful in the snow, and V would agree. Also, I bet Kerry would be good at ice skating)"

Here is a bowl of warm feelings and fluff, enjoy!

The doctors said it would take four to five years before he was back to “full health”. The nanites injected into V’s spine would provide uninterrupted repairs to the neural tissue, until it stabilized. The therapy in itself would be spread over the coming year, with control exams every six months after that, and probably one or two more rounds of treatment, depending on the results.

Still, it’s an aggressive treatment, which means it gets worse — really worse — before even the basic improvement can be detected beyond numbers on a chart.

After eight months, V is finally starting to have good days, good weeks even. He still feels like shit most mornings, but the feeling passes as the day goes. With his renewed health comes frustration: he feels better but he’s still weak as a fawn, and can’t do shit without having a coughing fit. The most he can do is sit his ass in the Afterlife and play fixer. Business is going strong, thanks to Rogue’s heritage and training, but he wishes he could do some of the gigs he passes off to young wannabe mercs.

Through all this, Kerry has been a constant. It surprised V at first, because he thought that past their hot tryst on the burning boat, Kerry would lose interest fast, as he is rumored to do. But the rockstar showed up every two to three days with food, fresh laundry, or just to watch scop on TV. They got really invested in Watson Whore during those eight months.

They don’t talk about their relationship, just like they don’t really talk about Johnny, so V is trying not to get his hopes too high. He thinks they’re both guarded, in a way: both unsure this is gonna last but fuck if V doesn’t wish ardently Kerry would spend the rest of his life with him.

“I have a cabin in the Alps,” Kerry says one night while they lie in bed.

They don’t often do more than sleep because V is just too tired, but Kerry never pushes. The merc thinks he might have other people for sex, and that’s fine, it’s not like they talked about exclusivity. Plus, Kerry has a reputation for being both jealous and unable to commit. In a way, this situation is ideal: V is available and faithful, if only because he can’t do much, and Kerry can do whatever he wants.

That’s fine. That’s totally fine.

“Yeah?” V asks, wondering where this is going.

“Yeah. I thought we could go? For Christmas,” Kerry explains, voice rough and low, like he’s forcing the words out against his will.

V turns on the bed to face him and only catches the sapphires of his eyes thanks to the neon lights filtering by the windows.

“We’re spending Christmas together?”

“Yeah. I mean… It’s what inputs do?”

V tells his heart, who leaped at the words and is now beating faster than when he was running from Arasaka, to chill, damnit. The thing refuses to obey, backed up by a good part of V’s brain who is having a moment and not computing things beyond “inputs”.

“Sure yeah,” he replies lamely.

The unenthusiastic answer makes Kerry retreat to himself.

“I mean, it’s just an idea, we don’t hav —”

V kisses him to shut him up. To shut himself up. He doesn’t know what would spill out of him if he let his mouth run because right now, he’s seconds away from proposing or doing something equally dumb.

“I would love to, really. I was surprised, is all. But yeah. Never been to the Alps,” he says, and then chuckles deprecatingly “I mean… Never traveled outside the NUSA so…”

In the dark, he feels more than he sees Kerry smile and curl up closer.

“I know. I want to show you the world.”

Chill, he scolds his heart again, but the organ is on a roll and there is no way Kerry doesn't hear it cantering like a mad horse in his chest.

“I… Yeah I would love to see the world with you.”

He gets a soft kiss on the crook of his neck in answer, then Kerry settles to sleep. Before long, his soft snores are the only sound in the room, he sleeps peacefully while V is wide awake, oscillating between elation and desperation: it’s gonna hurt so bad when it comes to an end.

---

The cabin is exactly what V expected: it’s modern, designed by the latest architect en vogue, but it’s mostly too big and empty for one. It has all the comforts of home, though: a jacuzzi, a private recording studio, a winter garden filled with lush plants. The living room has one huge window that gives an amazing view of the lake at the bottom of the valley, and of the snowy mountain overlooking it. When V gets out in the evening, there is an atmosphere like it’s the end of the world and they’re the last people on earth. The merc likes the idea more than he really wants to admit. It would be ok, he thinks, if it ended here, like this.

Kerry, on the other hand, is like a child. He’s been living through V’s excitement, vicariously experimenting taking a plane for the first time (an experience V found exhilarating), seeing Europe, France, and then Italy for the first time. He preened like Johnny would have when V praised the view.

The rockstar joins him on the balcony with a glass of chilled white wine.

“Cheers,” he says softly but with a big grin. They clink their glasses together, and V watches Kerry take a sip before he does. It’s always a pleasure to watch Kerry taste good things: the way he closes his eyes and hums in delight… It doesn’t miss with the wine, so V tastes it with a smile. He has no palate for such quality, but his input — cause apparently, they are, what an amazing turn of events! — ensures him it will come.

Kerry lights a cigarette, the smoke billowing out of his mouth drifts away slowly due to the chill. It passes in front of Kerry’s eyes for a second, and when it’s gone, V rediscovers the blue of his eyes and smiles stupidly. It’s like the landscape itself is trying to match Kerry’s color, harmonizing everything until it’s a tableau of perfection.

“What?” The musician asks when he catches V’s gaze.

“Nothing. Happy to be here. With you,” he adds a bit softer. Kerry looks pleased and gets closer, nosing under V’s jaw. His cold nose makes V laughs, and he wraps an arm around him.

They share the cigarette in silence — V really misses smoking but he shouldn’t, with the treatment. It’s fine, though, it’s christmas, he’s allowed to relax a bit. Kerry says so, too.

---

Later, Kerry rides him while V lies on the rugs by the windows, with the moon as their sole source of light. It dances over Kerry’s skin and tattoos, drawing his shapes and shadows in stark relief. He’s so fucking beautiful like this, arching over V, thighs straining to bring them pleasure, mouth open to let out the most alluring sounds.

V can’t stop touching him, stroking his sides, brushing against his nipples and pinching them when it makes Kerry moan lounder. Lube and sweat make Kerry’s body shine, make his cock glisten as it disappears into V’s fist, until he comes and paints his stomach with white streaks.

V can’t stop kissing him when he sags forward, even if Kerry is out of breath. He watches, mesmerised as the man starts riding him again, whining and keening through the over sensitivity, shivering as he tortures himself for V’s pleasure.

If V was stronger, he would take him against the window, rail him until he would slide to the floor, exhausted and satisfied. As it is, V encourages him, babbles sweet things that are miles away from what he really wants to say.

I love you, you’re perfect, you’re the best thing that happened to me, you take my breath away, please don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop.

V shatters into his orgasm, barely registering the bell like laughter Kerry lets out as he does.

---

On Christmas Eve, they don’t exchange gifts. V insisted: he wouldn’t have known what to get Kerry, and he’s ready to bet the man would probably buy him something too expensive that would make him feel like a kept boy. Kerry is already paying for this whole trip, no need for something fancy on top of that.

But of course, Kerry still has something up his sleeve. As midnight grows closer, Kerry entices him out. They take the trek down to the village, about fifteen minutes from the cabin. When they arrive, it’s clear they’ve stepped into some sort of Christmas tradition for the locals. In the plaza in front of the church, an ice-skating rink has been set up. Families and couples are still having fun on it despite the late hour, bathed in soft lights provided by ancient lamp posts and bright lanterns.

Kerry takes him to the right, to a small cabin where he exchanges words in fast italian, and before V has time to wonder at the fact Kerry speaks yet another language, he’s pushed to the edge of the rink to put on the ice-skates.

“I don’t know how to do that, ya know?” he warns Kerry, suddenly anxious.

“Don’t worry, it’s not harder than half the things you do when on a gig.”

“It’s really not the same” he insists while he does the laces. Kerry smiles at him, face half buried in a baby-blue cashmere scarf. It matches his eyes and contrasts nicely with his dark skin, flushed red because of the cold. V sorts of zone out, lost in his observation of his input, and startles when said man drags him up and on the ice.

V tenses, which is exactly what he shouldn’t do, and grips Kerry tight to balance himself. The rockstar laughs and pushes on the tip of the skates to land a kiss on his nose.

“C’mon big boy, you can do it, just relax and follow my lead.”

Sure, V thinks, I’ll follow you anywhere.

---

Midnight comes and goes, and families go back home to put the kids to sleep while couples enjoy the relative calm. Around one in the morning, there are only a few of them left, plus a group of young people laughing loudly around what are probably glasses of eggnog.

V has somewhat relaxed and is now moving fluidly besides Kerry, who spins effortlessly around the rink.

“It’s snowing,” the man remarks and they stop to observe the phenomenon. Indeed, snowflakes are lazily drifting down, until one lands directly on V’s nose. He chuckles and wipes it before turning to watch Kerry.

His input has thrown his head back, and is hoping to catch snowflakes on his tongue apparently.

“Really?” V says with a breathy laugh.

“What? I could never do that as a kid, there wasn’t any snow in NC.”

This is an experience they share: rainy dressing christmas while the TV displayed images of idyllic snow covered chalets in switzerland. V never thought such places existed, always imagined they were artificially created just for movies or advertisement, but apparently he was wrong, since he’s standing right in the middle of one.

With a shrug, he tilts his head and opens his mouth to try and catch snowflakes. His wish is granted very fast, because now it’s snowing for real and he gets a mouthful in about ten seconds. It’s… anticlimactic, and it must show on his face because Kerry laughs besides him.

With a wry smile, V closes his mouth and glances at him. In the deep of the night, surrounded by pristine white snowflakes, Kerry’s eyes seem to shine with inner light. He looks so happy, and it takes V’s breath away.

The musician catches him looking and his smiles brighten before it freezes and transforms into alarm.

“Are you crying?” He whispers, getting closer to catch a lone tear with his fingers. V startles, he didn’t realize he was crying.

“I just — It’s… You…”

But he gets distracted by a snowflake getting caught on Kerry’s eyelashes.

“I love you?” he breathes out, blinking wide. He feels like he’s in a dream.

Kerry’s eyes widen, and then he makes a weird noise which, in turn, snaps V out of his funk.

“Huh, I mean, it’s just the, I — fuck, I’m sor —”

Kerry clamps a hand over his mouth and looks at him with an intense expression.

“Don’t ruin it,” he warns, sounding serious so V nods slowly. “I love you too.”

V feels himself melt as tension suddenly flees from his body.

“You’re not taking it back,” Kerry orders and V nods again. “Ok,” he says while slowly removing his hand. He gets back to wiping the tears from V’s face with a small trembling smile.

“I love you too,” he repeats.

With a wounded noise, V wraps his arms around him and holds him tight.

“I love you,” V repeated in the crook of Kerry’s neck.

#Kerry x V #kerry eurodyne #male V #cyberpunk 2077 #cp2077 #my writting #fic advent calendar

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moonjxsung · 5 months

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hi star my little moonlit angel 😔💖💖

aa im having like the most stressful week and idk where to talk abt it so i hope you dont mind me dumping for a sec :((

exams are killing me rn and idk if its finals week or my final week cs holy shit i am dying 😭😭

ive been pulling all nighters trying to get all my projects and group studies done and my exams are DEF not helping in my case and idk if ive even been eating properly there's probably a spoiled banana from last week in my bag somewhere atp 🤸‍♀️🤸‍♀️ (im going mentally insane)

i havent even properly been on tumblr in a while and my social media is blowing up w notifs and dms from friends and ive been too busy to check it either tbh

honestly im hoping itll all turn out well by next week cs is my winter break 🤧

on another note i wanted to dump on my exes when all your anons were doing it but i was too scared to but now i genuinely need to tell u abt this because umm

my fwb is like a super nice guy and ive been friends w him for a while but i recently found out hes rlly good friends with one of my exes ⁉️

basically i asked (my ex) out once and he said yes and i thought we were chill but a few friends ended up asking him if we were dating like two days later without asking me for confirmation first and he said no.. (??)

i assumed he js didnt want like a too public relationship with everyone knowing so to clarify i asked him what was up and he said he ended up having second thoughts on me because his friends called me a red flag and he doesnt like the fact that i have guy friends and im close with them.... (💀💀)

so then i said oh okay..? 😭 and was over it but almost a month later he asked me out and atp he just gave me the icks so i made an excuse saying that i wanna focus on academics and not do anything relationship wise and he said he would wait 😭😭 (he in fact did not pick up the hint!)

then a little over month later he asked me out AGAIN and i said no i dont think i like you anymore sorry and he said oh that's fine and i thought we were chill??

a week later my messages BLEW UP one day and my guy friends were all snitching on him telling me that he's gong around slutshaming me and talking shit abt me for no reason and he said i was desperate and asked him out 3 times when he said no and he was never interested in me in the first place.. and then proceeded to sexualize my body and say weird ass shit abt it to everyone and they believed that i was a desperate whore or smth 😭

this happened a year ago but i was walking down the halls around a month ago and i saw him with his friends so i just rushed past

and his friends were like "oh isnt that the bitch who liked you?" and i heard him say "oh yeah she liked me like a year ago" and then proceeded to sexualize me while i was right fucking there but i dont even want any more drama w him so i dont bother saying anything back or leaking messages or wtv i js hope karma gets back at him 😭

and now idk if i should tell my fwb abt this?? or maybe it doesnt really concern me but it bothers me that hes hanging out with a guy like that and im conflicted on what to do

its not like i have the right to tell him who to be friends with either so 🤷‍♀️

what should i dooo

-《as always, your occasionally appearing but always stalking ☘ annonie》

(p.s. do you have any spotify song reccomendations 🥺🥺)

much lovee

Pooooookie you can always vent here ily ily :(

I’m so sorry to hear you’re stressed from exams :(( I’m rooting for you okay !! Please make sure to eat whenever you can (even if it’s something small!) and stay hydrated :( what’s the use of doing good on finals if your body gives out on you :(

No I feel u on the social media thing I get SO stressed when I have DMs or texts or whatever I just flat out don’t check them. I think I have 200 unread texts rn (it’s been around 1000 at some point) and I know im such a shitty friend but I just cannot respond to them 😭😭 I gotta put me first you guys

WINTER BREAK NEXT WEEK THOOO hang in there baby it’ll get better soon 🥺🫶🫶🫶🫶

OH MY GOD???? Pookie that’s fucking disgusting I’m so sorry you’re dealing with men like that rn???? I had a veryyyy similar situation with a guy who my friend tried to set me up with at a party who kinda liked for a little bit and then when I said I was comfortable being in a relationship he started slutshaming me to everyone under the fucking SUN and apparently he had a discord group where I was just CONSTANTLY the topic of conversation and when I heard about it I cried so hard ☹️ in my case I also had people who were friends with him and I voiced to them that it made me severely uncomfortable. Like the people in my life should know about the people who wronged me (especially if I’m sleeping with them??) and it just made me feel safer. It’s obviously up to you but I would probably tell him just so that he knows that’s someone you’re weary about and you don’t feel safe around ☹️ your safety and your wellbeing is the most important thing pookie ☹️ keep me posted if you need anything at all okay I love you lots and I’m sorry you’re going through this ☹️🫶

Song recs song recs yes here are some I’ve been listening to on repeat all week (there’s only like one kpop song in there but it’s my fav kpop song of all time so TRUST it was gonna make it to the list) I’ve been listening to Glass Animals, TV Girl and M83 on repeat for the entire year I think 😭😭

I love you endlessly okay keep you chin up better days are coming for us !! 🫶🫶🫶🫶 soon it’ll be winter break and you can just sit back and drink hot chocolate and tell me all about it and say you lived through it. Hang in there my love

#☘️ anon #ask

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