#fucking hell how do you delete tags lmao

[pepprs]

crying again lol ok

#purrs #and posting online abt it so i get immediate validation / support instead of asking for help from anyone im close to i know. but god fucking #damn it to hell. ok im going to be candid about this because it hurts so fucking bad. five years ago i met someone so important to me. and I #miss her so so so so much. and every space here i have a memory with her in. and she left in July and she’s gone. and im sobbing my eyes out #FOR WHY because it was over 6 months ago and im happier and she’s happier and we’re all happier. but i think im getting some aftershocks #being here for the first time without her exactly 5 years to the week we met: when she was so important to me. she was the whole reason i #even saw myself as something. and she’s fucking gone. she left. but she’s not dead like LMAO idk why im crying so hard when i could just #text her any time and tell her that i miss her. but idk. it’s just everything is stirring memories and they’re painful to think about now or #at least today because she’s gone and it all changed. i was just saying that i feel like im not having any emotions and tonight the grief ju #just rammed into me like a train and my fucking counselor sucks ass and won’t even help me work through it and everyone is busy and tired an #and im a staff coach so im not supposed to be having a fuckjng mental breakdown over **** pacing around in my bathroom at 1:23am but ive be #been thinking about her so much and remembering all the formative interactions i had with her here and missing her so much i want to explode #and die and p*ke and whatever. so stupid to cry about it but i fucking miss her. and i hate that she’s not here. and i’m trying so hard to b #be her but i have to be me but i can’t not have what she brought here and im just crashi ng and burning and can’t be honest and im having a #breakdown and crying so hard and i don’t know what to do. i ithink i’ll be fine after some sleep and reflection but my heart is like seizing #on itself right now and nothing takes my mind off it and i just keep crying LMFAOOOOOO. i hate it here #delete later #like how can you look at me like that and then fuck off to ****** 4.5 years later. you know? im about to punch a hole into the hallway #and i have to be quiet bc ppl are trying to sleep but it’s making me fucking crazy. #retreat tag

[fanby-fckry]

🕸️ angie-fluffy-bootz Follow

23 hr. ago

adam is literally sinner coded because of his war crimes. but whatever

🍸 bar-cat75 Follow

23 hr. ago

Angel, I know this is a joke, but just remember that if you go knocking on enough doors asking to see the devil, eventually he’ll answer.

🍎 luci-goosey-666 Follow

1 min. ago

Hi! :D

#jumpscaring my denizens #irl source

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🎀 charlies-angel Follow

8 min. ago

New url now that the cat’s out of the bag.

moth-gf -> @.charlies-angel

🌈 hells-disney-princess Follow

8 min. ago

Awwwwww, babe!!! 🥹🥰💖

🕸️ angie-fluffy-bootz Follow

2 min. ago

gay

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1 hr. ago

Lmao I love how Adam fought the radio demon, the princess of hell, and Lucifer himself, but in the end the one to put him down is a two-foot tall cyclops with a knife and blood lust.

💙 ozzie-king-of-lust Follow

58 min. ago

@.jest-fizzarolli Fizzie Frog, you cannot leave this in the tags.

🐸 jest-fizzarolli Follow

57 min. ago

:3

#ozzie peer-reviewed my tags #is he biased? #yes #but idc ↯ #niffty lady ↯ #alastor the radio demon ↯ #adam ↯ #extermination day ↯ #extermination 2 electric boogaloo #jesters privilege #irl source

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🕸️ angie-fluffy-bootz Follow

12 hr. ago

if I make it outta this alive, I’m gonna tell my crush I’m in love with him.

🕸️ angie-fluffy-bootz Follow

2 hr. ago

fuck

#well well well #if it isnt the consequences of my own actions

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🐝 queen-bee-lzebub Follow

3 hr. ago

Nice try Heaven, but: L + Ratio + the power of friendship

#stay sinning stay winning babes!!! ↯ #extermination day ↯ #extermination 2 electric boogaloo #👑🐝

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📺 voxblr4k Follow

3 hr. ago

Alastor is trending again, but this time for the right reasons (getting his ass kicked and running away like the cowardly little pissbaby he is)

So I guess I won’t be deleting this hellsite just yet

↯ #alastor the radio demon #shitposting in 4k

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📻 real-radio-demon Follow

4 hr. ago

I seem to have made what you might call an “oopsie daisy”

📻 real-radio-demon Follow

4 hr. ago

A real “cringe fail moment” if you will

📻 real-radio-demon Follow

4 hr. ago

I fucked up

↯ #alastor the radio demon ↯ #extermination day ↯ #extermination 2 electric boogaloo #real radio demon broadcasts

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💀 be-gay-do-crym Follow

5 hr. ago

hey is no one gonna talk about how a fucking rpf smut writer just killed adam the motherfucking archangel?

💀 be-gay-do-crym Follow

4 hr. ago

@.niffty-lady has over 1000 fics on archive of our souls including a 500k word explicit radiostatic enemies to lovers fic that allegedly caused infighting in the vees because vox wanted it taken down and velvette kept blocking his access

and she stabbed the leader of the exorcists to death

↯ #niffty lady ↯ #extermination day ↯ #extermination 2 electric boogaloo #her url is trending now so ig we are talking about it #cryms crimes

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❤️ moth-pimp Follow

8 hr. ago

people think I’m exaggerating when I say voxxy has a fetish for killing the radio demon. I wish those people could see him now.

🧁 rad-velvette-cakes Follow

8 hr. ago

fr

#hate boner doesnt even begin 2 describe it #radiostatic #vox ↯ #alastor the radio demon #rb

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📺 voxblr4k Follow

23 hr. ago

for 2nd extermination day I’m deleting this entire site sayonara you weeaboo shits

↯ #extermination day ↯ #extermination 2 electric boogaloo #shitposting in 4k #irl source

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⬜️ voxblr-meta Follow

23 hr. ago

Fanby’s Fake Dash Masterpost

#meta #fake tumblr dash

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#unreality cw #fake tumblr dash #hazbin hotel #helluva boss #fanby’s fuckery #huskerdust #chaggie #radiostatic #fizzarozzie #angel dust #husk hazbin hotel #lucifer hazbin hotel #charlie morningstar #vaggie #ozzie helluva boss #fizzarolli #niffty #vox hazbin hotel #alastor #queen bee helluva boss #hazbin spoilers #crymini #valentino hazbin hotel #velvette hazbin hotel #id in alt text #suggestive

[silverware-drawer]

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why is my castle full of smoke

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'-'

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DID FOOLISH HOTBOX THE FUCKING BLOOD ROOM

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'-'

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guys whart happens if you set cocaine on fire you have one minute adn then im trying it

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0_0 . . .whart

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whart

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whart

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THATS CRAZY ITS ALMOST LIKE NOBODY ASKED

#heeheeheeheehee #prank tag

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culeros

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YESSSSS MAMOSSSSS

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es lunes 😏 alguien quiere ser mi novio 😜

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IT'S TUESDAY YOU CHEATING BITCH FUCK YOU

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yes ok I am waiting in the bedroom

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okay give me a couple of minutes

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what the fuck is wrong with you guys

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você vai se arrepender disso nunca esquecerei o quão saborosa sua perna era

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Umm. . . .what the fuck ??

garbage-meister-deactivated92929947

why the hell are people in the notes acting like this is real lmfao did you idiots forget that people LIE on the INTERNET

horsey-of-coursey-deactivated848291083

okay, but has nobody noticed how this lines up perfectly with that insane alcatraz breakout that was in the news last month, only this was posted first??

garbage-meister-deactivated92929947

i'm dying y'all are so fucking dumb LMFAO

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STOP TAGGING ME THIS POST IS A THOUSAND YEARS OLD I DONT EVEN KNOW WHO THIS IS

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ENIGMA DO MEDO 😱

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Get you a man with two hundred and twenty seven alt accounts that are all in constant danger of being banned for hacking

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God damn, hit on by Philza Minecraft himself, never thought I'd see the day 😳

🪺 philza Seguir

Lmao nah mate but I am hitting your gym. Give me ten minutes

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Hell yeah

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PHILZA

--VERIFIED PRESIDENTIAL POST--

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CARALHO BAGHERA DONT REBLOG THAT IT WAS A DRAFT I DIDNT MEAN IT TO POST

--VERIFIED PRESIDENTIAL POST--

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I don't know what youre talking about forever, it was a verified presidential post ?

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lmfao

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HOW DO I DELETE OTHER PEOPLES POSTS

--VERIFIED PRESIDENTIAL POST--

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FUCKING CUCURUCHO GET RID OF THIS BANNER RIGHT NOW

--VERIFIED PRESIDENTIAL POST--

🥵 peterparkoier

nem fodendo 👀

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🥵 peterparkoier 🔁 missa-not-missing

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extra pics of the cake process because lulah told me to post them o7

Link

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CHAYANNE YOU'RE SO TALENTED

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Missa :D you finally back in wifi range?

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YES I AM COMING HOME RIGHT NOW

Thirty minutes!!

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. . .you good mate? It's been hours

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PHILZA HELP I FELL IN A HOLE

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L+ratio well played gf

🪑 what-the-muffin

@kocwillrock

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SHUT UP GO GET KIDNAPPED

🚇 tubbohell

am I missing something since when does etoiles have a girlfriend???

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HOW IS HE GOOD AT EVERYTHING ITS FUDGING BEANBAG TOSS

🪑 what-the-muffin

hey foolish what does étoiles use when it rains

🪑 what-the-muffin

. . .a cucumbrella 0_0

🪑 what-the-muffin

foolish

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foolish

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Hi bad :D

-- VERIFIED PRESIDENTIAL POST --

🪑 what-the-muffin

Hi forever :D

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foolish

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If you want free GEGGS come to the GEGG factory under the statue of GEGG

🎼 wilbur-soot-official ☑️

i fucking hate gegg

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this is the only thing he's ever posted?!??!??????

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what the hell

#qsmp #long post #also i stole a bunch of the usernames from @flunkett and @chewydolls dont want to forget to credit them #i dont even know if this is funny but these posts make me very happy for some reason #and they are very fun to make. #silverware lore #cuesumblur #tw unreality #silverware's cuesumblur

[fanyyy444]

Weird how yesterday(Bruh it's 3am already so.. 🕴🏻) I was gonna talk about @eevietarot but then she/they suddenly deactivated.. ?

Yeah tbh I'm fucking sick and tired of being 'over-villainized' in such a toxic and shitty tag, and fortunately, I NOW AM AWARE of the delulus here and I'll be more cautious with what I post and the readings I do(Even tho I always ask the person for their permission to read on them, if they're comfortable with the question, if they want to answer, etc etc etc. Seems like I gotta remind people about this 1 million times lol, I guess some of you have that so famous 'gold fish memory' when it comes to that topic, so sad😢), but yeah, unfortunately, back then I wasn't that aware at all and so that means that → I DIDN'T FUCKING KNEW THAT SAYING X READERS GIVE OFF X BTS FS VIBES WERE GONNA TURN INTO A WHOLE DRAMA AND ALL THAT BULLSHIT LMAO💀💀

Yeah it would've been better if I hasn't replied to that anon👍🏻 But I mean.. ???? I DIDN'T KNEW IT!!???

Just trynna clear some things out so let me just tell y'all that I didn't had any bad intentions when that shit happened, I didn't knew I'd cause such a tragedy lmao, I WASN'T AWARE OF WHAT COULD HAPPEN, if I knew it before then I definitely wouldn't have done it🥰 I was literally just answering a damn ask like de boas and I was okay because what could happen, right? LMFAO. I just answered that ask innocently but the devil decided to leave hell for a min🫠 And + I did deleted the post(s) with the asks after eevie asked me for, in fact, I rejected doing it at first and I mean.. Do I really need to explain the reason?🤔 I rejected deleting it the first time eevie asked me to do so because I thought it was something fine, nothing really important/that could cause a drama, etc etc. I WASN'T AWARE OF THE DELULUS AND I DIDN'T KNEW THEM BOTH WOULD GET HATED LIKE THAT🗣️🗣️

I apologize for all the hate that both eevie and infinity received that time and I just swear my life 2 things → 1. I didn't had bad intentions nor nothing, I was literally just answering an ask innocently. And 2. I wasn't FULLY aware of the delulus thingy, and of course I wouldn't have done that shit if I knew what was gonna happen.

Oh and the energy thing? I was also innocently acting. And tbh I have this feeling that I was like scared? Maybe not scared lol, but definitely I was confused af. Yeah that's it🫠 And so I told eevie that her energy "changed" and tbh I was just so confused lmao, but btw, I think(Not sure since I don't remember those things properly) that it was because of the way she was writing/typing..?? Ikr, fucking dumb and stupid thing🥴 Oh and also lol, I can use any AND how many emojis I want and I can fucking type the way I want, not satisfied? Then get outta my blog babygirl🤩 Anyways →→ I think I said her energy changed because she was typing "coldly" (💀💀) and yeah I was confused af too lol, BUT ANYWAYS, I did deleted the post(s), not right after they asked me to do it, but then after some minutes(Or hours..? Bitch how can I remember? But I didn't took so long to delete them anyways) and then we blocked each other and yeah👌🏻

These bitches GRATUITOUSLY hating on me everytime and all the time I open my anon asks like tf?? Go shave ya hairy poosies, armpits or legs or whatever, get a job or something, clean a dish, sweep the house or whatever bitch lol, u've got so many free time to hate on someone online but refuses to do something way better, useful and coherent.

It is way better to talk to someone face-to-face instead of talking shit about them behind their back, it would be way easier if people tell the person they got a problem with or something, like they talk to them face-to-face and they can solve their problems/dramas calmly without other people's shitty, non-asked, useless interference or opinions. Please talk to ME if you think we got a misunderstanding or you want me to explain what the damn fuck REALLY happened or anything. Talking shit about me to other people won't help anything and if you fucking give me a chance to explain the shit I "did", IT WOULD HELP INSTEAD, it really would and I'd be thankful because u gave me a chance to explain the drama I caused or the misunderstanding or anything, don't spread fake news guys🗣️ Do the favor and listen to both sides AND don't meddle where you weren't called, if someone got (into) an argument with another person YOU do not interfere nor give useless opinions or criticism, do not interfere unless ure asked for, etc etc etc. Just go mind ur own business fr💀

Sick and tired of being this damn "villain" and "wrong person", and actually, fuck off lmfao🖕🏻🫶🏻

안녕~ 👋🏻💗

Y'all have a good day or night and also take care pls, it's mercury retrograde ugh😩

#bts tarot #kpop tarot #bts fs #bts future spouses #kpop tarot reading #bts tarot readings #jungkook tarot #jungkook fs #kpop reading #kpop readings #bts #kpop #bangtan #bangtan boys #tarot reading #tarot #witchblr #witchcraft #bts ot7 #tarot readings #stay alert👀

[lindirs-gaze]

20 questions for fic writers

@thatbluelight thank you for tagging me!! here's to another year of writing and girlbossing etc

1. how many works do you have on ao3?

19. but 26 on ffnet :|

2. what’s your total ao3 word count?

496,029

3. what fandoms do you write for?

so right now it's danganronpa (i KNOW and i DON'T wanna hear it) but the majority of my works are for the hobbit and lotr

4. what are your top 5 fics by kudos?

The New World, Taking Back Time, Archery Lessons, The Fallen Oak, A Distraction. kind of surprising to find oneshots in there but ig it's what people like

5. do you respond to comments? why or why not?

only if i have something to say, i don't really like replying just to say thank you. idk it feels like i'm trying to boost my comment count :| not that i judge people who do do that i just don't

6. what is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

probably The Fallen Oak? the ending is supposed to be somewhat optimistic but it is about grief and letting go so...yeah

7. what’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

maybe Home and Heart? that was just a two-shot but the whole thing was basically straight fluff so the ending was very happy. how the hell would you write boffins angst anyways. don't answer that

8. do you get hate on any fics?

christ i've gotten way too many transphobic comments on Playing the Hero. i got this one really spiteful comment and peeked at their profile and it was someone who had written a ton of fics themselves. like if you're a loser with an empty profile and you leave hateful comments i kind of get it but if you're also a writer like...why would you do that...

9. do you write smut? if so, what kind?

yes. vanilla. next question

10. do you write crossovers? what’s the craziest one you’ve written?

i write a lot of fusion fics but i guess the closest thing i've gotten to a crossover was Embers. Thorin enters the world of The Witcher to train for fighting dragons, etc etc. very self indulgent, boy playing with action figures premise but people seemed to enjoy it

11. have you ever had a fic stolen?

i actually still have the screenshots, i stumbled across this one hobbit fic way back when that was this weird frankenstein piece of cobbled together bits stolen from a bunch of different authors. i was just casually reading it and then i was like "what the fuck this is so similar to the first chapter of Feangren..." anyway the author got a lot of hate and deleted the story

12. have you ever had a fic translated?

naur

13. have you ever co-written a fic before?

naur

14. what’s your all time favorite ship?

ugh i mean i don't think anything will ever hit like bagginshield. i know i don't write for it anymore but it still feels like home a little

15. what’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

stop there are so many and i'm so embarrassed. if i had the motivation i would rework the plot for Children of the Apocalypse and try to finish it. i feel bad because it is a sequel and at one point i was really pumped to write it but just. the moment has passed

16. what are your writing strengths?

i think i do pretty well with like a sprinkling of humor. i can't do straight up crackfics anymore. maybe plot too?

17. what are your writing weaknesses?

probably finishing fics i've been getting better but sometimes i struggle to write long chapters. like i have to stretch to hit 3k.

18. thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

i feel like it only works if you know the language or if you just use short phrases

19. first fandom you wrote for?

legend of zelda. in my composition notebook in third grade lmao

20. favorite fic you’ve written?

it's hard to choose but i have a soft spot for Where Heroes Lie. very self indulgent but it has such a fun mix of action, humor, angst, shlock. feat. my only OC that has healthy parental relationships.

this was actually so fun omg. tagging @nejires-hado @chrononautintraining and i'm definitely forgetting people but if you want to do this just say i tagged you

#tag game

[searchforthescars]

If this is out of line, please feel free to delete this ask :) I follow your Twitter and I read your Cam/Pal ☕️ post here, but now that Nona's been out for a whopping 48 hours, I was wondering how you're feeling about the fandom and the story about Cam and Pal and Paul [screams]

(First of all, I'm very sorry for this delayed reply - it started off as "Well, I want to make sure my self-imposed spoiler period is over" and then continued into "well I don't want to Step In It, fandom-wise." But I have thoughts and you asked, and I appreciate that :3).

The following content was written in mid-September and has been edited slightly for length and clarity. It's still long. Sorry lmao.

Nona the Ninth was, to (probably) the shock of no one who knows me, a gift to me specifically. I joke that this book was written for me because it has so many things I love: apocalyptic settings, examinations of all the hazards and casualties of love, and some EXPLANATIONS OF WHAT THE HELL JOHN DID.

There was also Cam/Pal. So much Cam/Pal. "I hope you know that I adore you, Scholar." SHUT THE FUCK UP?????? HELLO??????????? "LIFE IS TOO SHORT AND LOVE IS TOO LONG" OKAY GOODBYE

Now, I should also say that I've had a Nona ARC since the summer, so I've been sitting on this for a hot minute. My experience reading the book was equal parts "WOW I AM WINNING" and "wow the fandom is going to go nuclear." And while I haven't seen as much hate as I was expecting, I suspect some of that is because I got over my fear of blocking people and have blocked often and liberally if the situation calls for it.

To be clear, I never have an issue with people shipping things that I don't ship. I never have a problem with people actively disliking my ships. What I do have a problem with is people coming into my DMs, notes, askbox, etc., and calling me names, attacking me, and generally being vile in mine own house when they could just as easily scroll away.

That's what happened around Cam/Pal between HtN and NtN. I'm not going to dredge up the details for the sanity of myself and my friends, but it was real and it was bad. Real people were deeply hurt. I've been in fandom - including some really nuclear ones - for more than half my life, and it has never been this bad.

At this point, my stance is this: Nona the Ninth made a near-ironclad case for Cam/Pal being canonically romantically entwined. Nona the Ninth also established that the two of them have been in love for a long time. The scene where they became Paul is, in my opinion, akin to a marriage proposal - especially when you weave in the fact that the "three strands" verse Dulcie quotes about them in Harrow the Ninth is often quoted in weddings and also talks about two people being better than one, etc etc.

My stance is also: if you read them as platonic but vibe just fine with people who don't read it that way, and you filter your internet experience through tagging, blocking, and scrolling past what you don't vibe with - more power to you. You're doing great, and I have no quarrel with you at all.

If you, however, choose to make sweeping faux-pearl-clutching statements about the creeps who ship cousins, you can get the fuck out of my house. Block me, unfollow me, whatever, but this is not the place for you.

Because also, nine times of ten, it's not about the fact that they're SECOND cousins (which is vastly different from cousins). It's about people disliking that a female character is with a male character. The Venn diagram of people I've seen being loudly angry and faux-pearl-clutching about Cam/Pal as a romantic ship and the people who insist Camilla is something that isn't bi and say that anyone headcannoning her as bi is something-phobic is almost a circle.

Again. You don't have to think Cam is bi or ship Cam/Pal. But there is no reason you need to rain on the parade of those who do.

But, because so many people do, I chose to open my umbrella and shout over the noise with my properly-tagged fic and all my online shenanigans. Because that's what fandom is about, for me. And I - like I ask others to do - mitigate my own online experience.

I'm always going to be a little angry and bitter over what happened with the Cam/Pal discourse. I'm always going to grit my teeth when I recall the person who told me they felt sorry for my sister because I "shipped incest." (Ironically, this person ships the Tridentarii.) I'm always going to be twitchy about being a Cam/Pal gremlin on main (despite that fact that I am apparently now something of a Sixth House Expert on TikTok??? weird).

But overall, Nona's release day was one of the most entertaining, unhinged 24 hours I've ever had in fandom. It reminded me of why I love fandom so deeply and fiercely; it's supposed to be about community and celebration, both of the source material and about all the diversity that accompanies a myriad of reads of that same material. I truly hope (edit: as of the time this was posted, the following statement is true) that this is a sign of what is to come for the corners of the TLT fandom I'm in; I hope that we will continue to celebrate what Tamsyn gifted us while also going unhinged over the possibilities left for us in AtN.

#anonymous #the locked tomb

[toririvas]

first time listening to superpowereds year 1! welcome to the live blog, to be updated as i get through it.

I'm listening to the graphic audio version, if that matters.

Let's begin, I'm starting the liveblog on chapter 4 because I figured it was a good idea to document it. Also, it's a slow work day. Sue me.

First chapter is good at getting me intrigued. I have to say Vince is a solid protagonist, and his VA is fun. I just imagine him as a silver haired Miles Morales, 12fps and all. I'm intrigued with Nick because I goddamn love these types of characters. (If you've ever seen me tag stuff for Ike, you'd know.) I heard Nick and I'm immediately like, Nick Furcillo from supermassive games' The Quarry? Pretty hair, pretty face, and praying that's all you notice kind of boy. Tboy swag detected as well, I may just be projecting a little for him tho. Herschel... oh, I pick him up in my ARMS. I have a thing for the sweethearts, I really do, and I have a character that's kind of similar to him (always left to clean up the messes). The dynamic of him and Roy is. Well, it's sure a hell of a thing. Speaking of Roy, holy shit dude, chill. I get it, though, he's the literal representative of ego, blah blah- stop bullying your headmate>:/. MARY. Mary I am going to stare at you. Oh my god. I love weirdgirls. They have such swag. Hyper powerful weirdgirls? be still my beating heart. And, Aelwyn Aberna- I mean, Alice Adair... She's cool. I like the mean girl archetype. It's a vibe. I hope she goes feral like Regina George becoming a jock.

Okay, onto the actual plot.

Okay, it's a program to turn Powereds into Supers. I got that from my dad's summary and the back of the book. Cool.

Nick gave me vibes from the start. Why are you like this. I can tell you're sad, weirdo. Vince having clothes and a bed and being weirded out by it is heart wrenching. I didn't get what Herschel's deal was when I first listened so I just sort of accepted the Shifter thing. Alice is neat, Mary is weird. Cool. I've got the dynamic.

Combat training! That's typical, the placements make sense but the rule of five and the not being able to challenge the top five is... Weird? I guess the rule makes sense but not the waiting until the end of the year thing.

New side character, Sasha Foster. Speedster. Roommates with a Julia? Fun. Punky vibe. That's fun. She's into Vince, that's neat.

I'm skipping around a little because again, starting this late

Wow, Roy is a cunt and a half. That mf is friends with Mitch (NPCs) in another universe, I can feel it. Lmao, get stronger without your powers is his arc. Got it. Solid.

Did he... Charm someone into getting him into the bar? Does he have a fake ID JUST FOR HIMSELF? Insane.

Goddamn, going back to Casino night for a second, obsessed with the weird mind games of Nick and Mary. Like. He's so fucking weird. What's with his journaling? Why'd he delete it? The fucking sunglasses??? Is this some kind of fucking Mr. Spender moment (shout out to the 1 other Drew Hayes/Paranatural fan, who I am pretty sure does not follow this blog).

Poor Hersch and the damn mornings after. I hope he gets to be liked by someone genuinely.

Okay, back to chapter 4, will report back with thoughts.

Vince is awkward. We love this. Graphic audio funneled kiss noises directly into my ears. Disgusting.

Roy plans to fuck him up but hail mary, it's Mary. And she thinks Hersch is nice, so she's threatening Roy. Good for her. Holy shit, by the way, she's so scary. I'm in love for real. I just see her in my brain as kinda Allison Reynolds, kinda Lydia Deetz, kinda Eleven in terms of aesthetics, but she's Rose Lalonde in scaring the fuck out of people. God bless.

Wouldn't Herschel being officially classed as Super mean he has control over Roy appearing? Why isn't he forcing Roy into going/taking control when he doesn't do what's best for the host body? Anyway. Roy has a challenge now, let's see how this goes.

Chad stomped him, as I heard in the audio sample. Fuckin nice.

Midterm, huh? Okay. Twenty page paper and an ethics project. Interesting. Pairs? Nick and Alice, lmao. I think they're bitey at each other. That's hilarious.

Vince and Will. Cool! Everest is their project.

Hersch and... Alex the Jedi! Okay cool. The more I listen to Alex talk the more I'm like *Donald?*

Nick and Alice are fun. Love that there's jazzy music whenever Nick's brain is in focus.

Will has a twin, Jill. Wow. Okay fun. Will is a support member! Neat.

Jill vs Sasha. Sasha wins! Speedster makes sense. Fast healing, probably? Decent recovery.

Chess again. Hersch is getting better. Nice. Herschel is her rook, Vince is her bishop, Alice is her knight, and Nick is her king. Obviously, she's queen. Alice is so interesting. I hope they become girl best friends.

Girls day!

Movie night boys!

Vince: I'm gonna leave!

Mary: no you're fucking not.

AHA HE DOES HAVE A FAKE!! GOD. Alice is going to make plans. She has decided it. She has DECIDED it. Shut up, Nick, you *know* you wanna go to Halloween with her. Nerd ass.

Nick, flippantly, in the beginning of the book: Mary I have /trust issues/

Nick, upon realizing she was taking that as a personal project: well fuck me running.

Alice... Oh my god nobody's ever stood UP for her. She likes Mary!

Back to studying. Nick and Alice. Yeah. They have this "I know you"/"I refuse to be known" dynamic that flows both ways. They're getting together I'm calling it. Calling it!

Globe, huh? Big traitor? Alice's father is his old teammate? Fuckin SWAG

Alice is opening up? Nick is doing it in return? Fucking knew he didn't have parents tho. Motherless behavior, Nicky.

Defective? Oh, Alice...

Movie night. Uh. Will and Jill, Sasha and Vince. Uh. Zombie movies. Video store? When is this fucking set ???

HaLLOWEE- "Roy was either an ancient gladiator,or a male escort catering to a very specific fetish" i CACKLED

Nick's got some fuckin eyes. I know he does. I don't know what's wrong with them but this Strider mother fucker ain't flying under my radar.

Oh shit, okay, Michael is gonna attack Vince outside. That's not a blatant use of his power or anything. Feels...weird man.

Nick is being a hilarious wingman. Pft. "You realize there's no girls in earshot, right?" "yea them hoes be shutting us down." Wild.

Thomas? Okay, new guy shut this shit down. He's cool. He's a stickler. That's important for later.

Alice would be friends with Adaine Abernant. God. I love her. Autism wins again.

CHAD IS GLOBES KID? yep.

Coach wants to talk to Vince. I looove this. Scared of his own strength. Poor bishop. He has the Eyes! The Paladin Eyes! I say a lot about DH character archetypes but that man makes paladins I want to *love*. I've never met a paladin by him I DIDN'T love.

Vince's dad went to this school? Cool.

Updates to the Dean from Numbers.

Edit to add I think my last addition got deleted. Whatever. Started Nick's backstory flash. It's official, I love the cynic. Happens every time.

#meliveblog #melodys mumblings

[luescris]

i remember specifically seeing this group of really annoying weirdos who claim to be sonic fans but literally do nothing but shit on sonic material.....well thats actually not my point. i remember vividly that these people HATE surge and kit, which is one thing like to each their own, but oh my god

do u remember that issue where surge is depicted as having an emotional breakdown, nearly a panic attack? they fucking dogpiled her and called her "bad and inconsistently written for being so weak out of nowhere" like. literally shaming her for being traumatized

so. thinking its bad writing that a character is written as traumatized and emotionally unstable is so incredibly stupid. but also its legitimately chilling the....the absolute lack of empathy. the way they refuse to be at all compassionate just because they dont like her character. the fucking nerve to call her displaying symptoms of mental illness "WEAK"

i hope these people are completely alone in their lives and i dont even mean that in a trying to be mean way, i mean that as in the way theyve shown their asses, the way theyre willing to be so senselessly cruel and mean just because they disagree with it and its not their taste, like. its scary. i dont want these people near anyone else, the idea of them even thinking of another person the way they talk about surge is horrifying to me

...... What the hell???

That's all kinds of gross.

So, this is getting to a point where idk if it should continue. Sending asks about how bad anti-idw haters are. While I like interacting with people, I also would like to focus on more positive things (This isn't targeted at you anon I promise!!). Yes, I suppose I did start talking about it myself, but I'm gonna be honest. I didn't expect people to respond, haha. 😅

I will say that you all are still allowed to send me asks! Just maybe more about what things we do like about the IDW comics, so we can put more positivity in the tag?? If we keep talking about the hate, I don't know if we'd be any better than the anti-IDW haters (Though I will say, I went back to the anti-IDW post I commented on, and I'm pretty sure my comment got deleted /: That's so mature smh)

I will also say that I agree with you, Surge having a panic attack makes sense with everything she went through, and the way those people responded was toxic as hell. For those of you out there (like me LMAO) that have mental illnesses, you are not weak for having them. And you are certainly not alone. <3

#sonic the hedgehog #sonic sega #sega #sega sonic #sonic would be so disappointed in all of us this wasnt the point of his existence and im mad about it #sth #sonic idw #idw #idw comics #sonic comics #asked and answered #luescris

[csmeaner]

https://csmeaner.tumblr.com/post/685101208243994624/at-this-point-id-rather-pay-500-to-a-one-off

Oh they do, nonnie lmao. DA is fucking notorious for it but I’ve seen MULTIPLE one-off artists with TOS saying you can’t redesign the character even slightly, can’t change the gender, even shit as ridiculous as hair style and length couldn’t be edited. Some allow it, but make you pay for the edits. Some will even revoke the character without refund if they don’t like how you’re using it. There are also one off artists who won’t let you resell the character, some won’t even let you trade or gift it despite putting a $400 price tag on it. Like anyone is just gonna up and delete a $400 character if they don’t want it anymore. Some say “if you don’t want it anymore then you must send it back to me, but will not be refunded and I am free to resell the character again to a new owner.” It’s disgusting. You think they’re better? Hell no they’re not. One-off artists are no better than CS owners, especially the high-priced ad popular ones. Once you’re in the adopt industry as long as some of us have been you realize that there’s no good side to it. If I had the power I’d love to go back and warn my past self about adopts in general. I got out of CS long ago because of the toxicity and the stupidity, and thought one-offs would be better for the same reason you thought they would be. Turns out, it’s just as bad. Adopts in general are a shit show.

god fuck them all im happier just daydreaming about my characters rent free in my head than putting them up on toyhouse or anywhere public

#general

[aehyei]

𝗚𝗛𝗢𝗦𝗧 𝗢𝗙 𝗬𝗢𝗨

So, the school’s most famous heartthrob killed himself and now everyone in school is depressed Jaemin’s gone—well, that’s what you thought until Na himself asked for your help to bring justice to his actually murdered death.

PAIRING : ghost!na jaemin x reader

GENRE : !angst, !high school!au, !fluff if you squint a bit, !crack, !strangers to lovers!au, !hurt/comfort, slight !enemies to lovers!au

WC : 3.86k

WARNINGS : cuss words, mentions of death, violence, mentions of mental illness, aggressive attitude, jeno’s kinda yandere here, mentions of obsession, our boy jaem being a playboy, playing of feelings, mentions of su1c1d3, murder, has a booger scene (lmao don’t ask), kiss scene near by the end

PLAYLIST : (When I Saw You • BUMKEY), (Love is a Compass • Griff), (As I Am • Justin Bieber and Khalid), (Beautiful • Crush), (One Day • Monsta X), (Emily • Jeremy Zucker and Chelsea Cutler)

TAG LIST : @nikisimpsharon, @ishokenmei​, @kristyxoxo, @forhaever, @kingjeno423, @furryllamas​​

AUTHOR’S NOTES : Originally, this story is entitled My Youth, but I changed it to Ghost Of You instead. The part two was deleted! I rewritten the story into something more (better) and ended the story in this oneshot. So with that said, yes, I did change and added a lot of scenes, so check it out. Have fun reading!

SILENCE.

that was all.

The whole class was devastated to hear their heartthrob, Na Jaemin, commited suicide. No one saw it coming. He was such a bubbly person and he didn’t seem like the type to hurt himself just like that. Although everyone was mourning over his sudden death, you just remained being okay.

It wasn’t like you were close to him anyways. Sure, a few ‘hellos’ and ‘goodbyes’ were exchanged, but that was all. To you, he was more of a stranger rather then a friend or an acquaintance. So why the hell would you waste your time crying over some stranger? All you could do was awkwardly comfort the people around you.

“He must be murdered. He can’t do this Y/n! Jaemin’s a mere pussy, so how the fuck did he get the sudden confidence to get a knife and slit his throat?!” Jeno asked with tears flowing down his cheeks. He wiped them hastily and sniffled. 

You sighed, “Jeno, I don’t know how to answer your question. I mean, I barely know the guy. Anyways, as your partner in lab, I think Na wouldn’t want you crying and overthinking about him too much.”

“Your one cold motherfucking woman, Y/n.”

“I just said I don’t know the guy!”

One more time someone calls you cold for not crying over the infamous Na Jaemin’s body, then you’ll gladly kill yourself next.

You bitterly grumbled to yourself while walking home. The professors and the students of Neo High really had the audacity to judge you and glare at you for not caring for the playboy’s death. Well, in the first place, he’s not your friend or anyone close to you for you to waste tears. Although, your not happy about his suicide either. 

Even if Na Jaemin may be a heartless jerk, toying with every girl he laid his eyes on, he didn’t deserve what happened to him. No one did. 

“Damn, what a fine girl.”

Immediately, you shot you head up and looked around to find whoever just cat-called. Goosebumps rose up from your skin as you fasten your pace of walking. “Ok, that’s just an old drunk ugly man. Ignore him Y/n, just ignore him and everything’s going to be fine.” You tried to assure yourself, the grip you have on your bag’s strips tightening. 

“Girlie, rest assured that I’m not drunk, definitely not ugly nor old.” A young man who was wearing a simple white shirt with some grey joggers appeared before you. 

Good news is, he surely was handsome, young, and sober. 

Bad news was he’s the dead Na Jaemin. 

“Shit! Fuck! Motherfucker—”

“Excuse me, my mother is not a fucker you rude hot woman.”

“—Don’t haunt me just because I didn’t care you died! Leave me alone, I’m allergic to evil spirits!” You screamed, obviously terrified. Jaemin frowned deeply and placed a hand over his chest, looking as if offended, “Evil spirit? Hey, I died a good man! And why can you even see me?”, then took a couple of steps towards your shaken poor figure. 

“I know Jesus, don’t take another step!” You warned, going on karate position if ever the ghost attacks you. “Even I know Jesus,” Jaemin scoffed, “And stop screaming, lady. My ears hurt now.”

You couldn’t believe it. Is this some kind of nightmare? Hallucination? Has the math test you took just this morning finally ruin your mental state? How the fuck is Na Jaemin standing in front of you right now? 

“Calm down. I’m not going to hurt you because believe it or not, I have better things to do. But I need your help.” He desperately pleaded, clasping both his hands together. “H-Help? W-What do you mean?” You stuttered, still in fighting position. “First, before I tell you, let’s introduce ourselves and stop standing like that.” Jaemin clears his throat, passing you a dazzling smile, “I’m—”.

“Na Jaemin, I know.” You did slowly stand up properly, but still made sure there’s at least a meter that’s in between you and the ghost. “Oh? Nice to know I still have fans.” Jaemin snickers, smirking as his ego has been fed, “And what’s your name beautiful? Or do I call you mine?”. 

“It’s Jung Y/n, and fuck off.”

“Feisty and hot? Damn, just my type.”

“No, no. Shut up. What help do you need from me so you could finally leave me alone in peace?”

A moment of silence passed, and the playful aura Jaemin had disappeared into the wind. He spoke in a low sad voice while staring deeply in your eyes, “I need your help to find justice in my death.”

Why did you agree again? Oh right, because your one dumbass. 

You let the ghost sit on your bed while you fix the messy scattered notes on the floor and on the desk of your room. Jaemin observed the place, tilting his head with a small smile, “Nice room,” he complimented. 

Awkwardly, you responded, “Thanks?”. 

Jaemin chuckled when he noticed how tensed you looked and laid on the bed. Weirdly, the bed bounced because of his weight. You watched him with wonder and pure curiosity, “Ghosts can touch things physically?”. He stared at your ceiling and exhaled, “Yeah, I guess so.”

Amused, you slowly sat beside him and poked his arm. His skin wasn’t warm yet you could feel it. Jaemin diverted his gaze at you as he watched you feed your curious mind. “Can I...?”, you asked, not wanting to be rude. He nodded his head. You placed your hand on his chest, where his heart used to beat. 

Nothing.

Jaemin placed his cold hand on top of yours and squeezed it. “How come you know me but I don’t know you?” He asked suddenly. You laughed a bit in sarcasm, “Probably because you never dated me yet? And I just know your name because your the popular boy who killed himself.”

Awkward silence is at it again. 

Clearing your throat, you beat yourself up internally and removed your hand, causing the both of you to feel an empty feeling. “So, uhhh, you were murdered?”. 

Jaemin nodded his head, “Yeah. I was at my room getting ready for bed when my so called friend came over. I invited him in and we played video games when he excused himself that he needed to use the bathroom, so I let him. Then I felt someone came up at me from behind and cuts my throat out. You know what’s the funny thing though? He apologized before I closed my eyes.”

You could hear the sadness in his voice even if it was hard to notice. He talked about it as if it was all just a joke. Anyone could have been fooled with the smile Jaemin had on his face, but if you listen closely, you will know that he’s hurting. 

“Hey...I hope you don’t mind, but for me to help you, you need to tell me who’s this ‘friend’ of yours.” You nudged his side. Jaemin took a deep breath, his lips trembling. He bought both his hands to cover up his face as he gulped. “You look like you need a hug—”

“—No shit sherlock.” Jaemin didn’t even let you finish before he suddenly wrapped his arms around you, snuggling his head on the crook of your neck. You were taken back from his sudden action, but didn’t push him away. 

“Jaemin...?”

“It was Lee Jeno.”

Holy shit. 

The next day in school, you entered the classroom. Usually, you would go to school alone, but now you have company. 

Real weird shit company. 

Jaemin followed you around like a lost puppy. He continued to talk on and on about his old life while you do your best to keep in your sanity and ignore his chatty nature. You sat on your seat and placed your bag down. Jaemin sat on an empty seat beside you and continued on with his stories. 

That’s it. 

You gave him a side glare and mouthed ‘shut up before I take back on what I said about helping you’. In an instant, he closed his mouth and shrunk himself on the seat. 

Tension arrived with Lee Jeno when he too entered the room. His eyes were puffy and it was obvious that he had been crying for straight days. Why would he cry about the friend he murdered? Did he feel guilty? 

While on the corner, Lee Haechan was keeping a strong gaze on Jeno. You continued to observe quietly as you mumble to yourself, “Does Haechan know something?”. 

“He should have. I just hoped I saw this coming...then I would’ve been still alive.” Jaemin looked down on his pale cold skin and sighed. 

Still ignoring him, you grabbed an empty notebook from your bag and wrote down about all the things you know that’s possibly linked to his murder. But after all the notes you took, it only confused you more. Why did Jeno kill Jaemin? They’re just two best friends who seems like brothers. It doesn’t make sense. But your willing to crack this case. 

For the only person who stayed with me night and day, Na Jaemin.

“Have you heard? Jeno oppa’s so depressed about Nana’s death.”

This captured Jaemin’s attention. He turned around and followed two school girls, listening to their latest gossips. 

“Poor Jeno, I feel so bad for him.” The other said, pitying the man. 

“Hey Haechan!” You called out and tried to chase over the tanned male. Haechan stopped on his tracks and faced you with confusion written all over his face, “Yeah?”. 

You raised your hand, telling him to wait while panting to catch your breath, “God damn, you walk so fast.”

“Sorry?”, Haechan didn’t know why he had to apologize but took his water bottle, offering you the drink, “Here. You need it more then me.” You ignored the fact that it’s the same bottle that the boy already drank on and took it, thanking him after. 

“Jaemin was murdered by Jeno.” You said straightforwardly. You expected him to call you crazy and to leave him alone, but all he did was stare at you and nod. “I know.”

“...so you’re telling me that you can see, touch, and talk to Jaemin?” Haechan raised a brow. “Yeah,” you nodded, talking before he could open his mouth, “Look I know this all sounds crazy and shit, but I can prove it.”

“Do it then.”

You glanced at the ghost standing beside you, murmuring, “Help me out here Na.”

“Right, sorry. Ummm, tell him that he cheated on the English exam last year and that’s the only reason why he passed. For extra measures tell him that he always cry like a baby whenever he watches The Notebook.” Jaemin spilled. 

Your brows creased as you looked at Jaemin then at Haechan then back at him, “Wait—Haechan watches The Notebook? Damn, I respect.”

“H-How do you know I watch The Notebook?” Haechan felt his legs weakened. Only one man on earth knew about his secret. And that was—

“—Jaemin told me.”

“Oh my god, you could see him.” Haechan’s jaw dropped, fully believing you now. “Thanks for believing. But listen, Jeno is the murderer and we need a plan on how to make him confess. For all I know, he might be dangerous. I still can’t believe I’m working with a murderer in the lab all this time—are you even listening to me?”.

“Can I hug Jaemin?” 

Is he kidding?

“Are you kidding right now?” You ask. “Please? I miss him. Jaemin’s the one who saved me a couple of years ago from the bullies who took my money back at junior high school. I just want to say I’m sorry for not being able to stop Jeno.” He begged, tears filling up in his eyes. You cringed slightly and sighed, massaging your forehead. 

“Just let him hug you, Y/n. And tell him I forgive him.” Jaemin smiled. 

“Alright, you can hug me. Jaemin says he forgives you by the way.” You opened your arms, not entirely a fan of hugging but if someone needs one, then you’ll be able to give it. Haechan wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you closer, silently sobbing against your shoulder. 

Huggers. That’s what they are. 

“Can you ask Jaemin if he could pick his nose?” Haechan leans closer to your ear, whispering. “What?” You glanced back at Jaemin then at him, looking utterly half confused and half disgusted. 

“Tell him I can, but there’s no boogers.” Jaemin whispers from your other end. You gagged a little in your mouth and pushed him by his chest, resulting the ghost to laugh. “Tell him yourself that!”

“Don’t you remember? I can’t talk to him!” Jaemin continued to tease you, pushing his index finger inside his nose. “Na Jaemin! What the fuck?!” You scowled, hitting his arm. “Wanna hold hands? Let’s hold hands.” He reached for your right hand, securing it with his own. 

“Wash your damn hand!”

“I’m damn dead!”

“I...just wanted to see if ghosts can pick their noses.” Haechan stared at you, understanding Jaemin may be doing something disgusting that you hate which is why it looks like your hitting and struggling in the air right now. “Yeah, I’m going to leave. Bye guys.”

But no one even gave him a look. Haechan smirked, shaking his head then grabbed his bag before leaving your room to go back home. Jaemin hovered above you, smiling so widely at your struggling figure. 

“Get off me!” 

“Never!”

For once, Jaemin finally had a perfect view of you. He examined how beautiful you looked and how your eyes showed the whole universe, sucking him right in. His breath hitched. “I’ll repay you, Y/n, one day. Thank you for everything....J-Just want you to know that.” 

Your heart weirdly sped up, you felt like it could jump out of your chest at any moment right now. Na Jaemin is one handsome man, his features were perfect. No wonder why girls go crazy for him. Jaemin stayed on top of you, just staring at you in silence. He brushed off some of the hair covering your face that lead the two of you to feel warmth. 

Which didn’t entirely made sense, because face it, he’s a goner—a dead man. Yet his heart fluttered along with yours the moment his gaze went lower to your lips. 

No words about each other’s feelings were said, but it wasn’t needed. 

They were both sure their hearts, beating or not, belonged to each other. 

“Jaemin? C-Can you get off of me?” Your voice cracked. Jaemin licked his lips, finally obliging and sitting beside you instead. He hugged himself, resting his head by the wall behind him, “Is it weird that I’m thankful I was murdered because I met you?”. 

Butterflies in your stomach seemed to start one hell of a party. You cleared your throat and looked away, trying to compose yourself, “Yep. Really weird.”

Oh but Jaemin likes weird. 

Jeno didn’t know why he suddenly sliced Jaemin’s throat. But rage and jealousy won over him, and before he knew it, he was in front of his best friend’s house. He woke up the exact moment when he realized that He just killed his brother, his best friend, his partner in crime, Na Jaemin. 

Jeno remembered everything as clear as day. How fear blinded his guilt. He staged everything up as a suicide and even typed in Jaemin’s computer a fake goodbye letter. Tears filled his eyes when he escaped through the window. 

He knows the truth will always find it’s way to reveal itself, and before that happens, Jeno is ready to confess and pay for his sins. 

“Hey Y/n,” he approached you, weakly smiling. He noticed the way your body tensed uncomfortably when he came. Jeno knows you know. He isn’t stupid, especially when you’ve been hanging out with Haechan lately. 

“H-Hey, what’s up?” You tried to act cool, smiling back at him. You offered him to take a sit in front of you. “Fucker.” Jaemin cursed under his breath, glaring holes straight at the man. You held his hand from under the table, a way of trying to comfort him. 

“I murdered Jaemin.”

It was quiet, leaves from the tree above fell but it all the movements felt like they were moving in slow motion. 

“Why?” Was all you could muster out. Jaemin held back all his tears, all the anger and betreyal he’s feeling. He tried his best just so he could not scare you. A revengeful ghost is what makes one evil. 

“I-I didn’t know what came into me. I-It was the other me who did it. The me who was obsessed with Haerin.” Unlike Jaemin, Jeno let all his devastation show. He sobbed uncontrollably, covering his face in shame. 

“H-Haerin? The girl who’s president of Jaemin’s fanclub? That Joo Haerin?”

Jaemin was beyond furious. He jolted up from his seat and tried to grab Jeno’s collar, full on anger at this point. “You killed me over Joo Haerin?! You killed your best friend just because of a girl?! A girl?! Lee fucking Jeno, if I’m going to hell, I’m dragging you in with me!”. 

It hurt you seeing him like this. A tear slowly rolled down your cheek without you even noticing. 

“I was diagnosed with obsession ever since I was fifteen. Me and Haerun were childhood friends, she was my first friend before we met Donghyuck or Jaemin. I was so in love with her but Jaemin happened. He flirted and took her for a date. As a joke.”

More tears fell from your eyes. Your chest heavies that you started to shake, “W-What happened?”. 

“I tried to control myself, so I took therapy. Only Donghyuck knows about my condition when he saw me back at the hospital. I thought I was getting better when Haerin came to me crying a-and told me that Jaemin broke her heart—”

You looked down, bitterly thinking. Typical playboy. 

Jaemin clenched his fists tightly, looking down at the ground. 

“ —I-I lost it and marched up at Jaemin’s house. When I confronted him, he just simply told me that she was just a toy, an entertainment for him. He called her names and laughed at Haerin until everything kind o-of ticked something inside of me ad before I knew it I...I killed him. Y/n, I killed Na Jaemin, I killed my brother. P-Please turn me in, please let me pay.” Jeno dropped down on his knees, head lung low. 

Silence. 

That’s what they all needed. 

It was like deja vu.

You walking home alone from school, with no ghost following you around. After Jeno’s confession, just like he wished, you accompanied him to the police station and watched him turned himself in. Jaemin refuses to come, saying he needs to think alone first and you respected that. 

But he’s a playboy. 

And a playboy will always be playboy. Alive or dead. 

You don’t know why it’s suddenly a big deal for you when you already knew on the first day you met him, but it’s different now. You’ve learned on how to like Na Jaemin—him and his chatty nature, him and his flirty attitude, him and his addicting laugh, him and his beautiful smile. Everything about him.

But you aren’t sure if it’s right. Because first of all, he’s dead. Gone. His body into ashes. And second, he’s a playboy. Just like you said, playboys never change.

“You lied.” You didn't have to look just so you could confirm that you're not alone anymore. His presence was too strong for you, and you hate how he weakens your heart. "I did." Jaemin admitted, now standing right behind you. "Why did you lie?".

"Because...I thought if I told you what really happened, you'll never help me."

"Selfish motherfucker." You turned around and faced him, tears uncontrollably falling down from your eyes, "You deserved what happened you heartless jerk. H-How could you...why would you...was it even fun playing with women's hearts?".

Jaemin stayed silent, closing his eyes then spoke, "I had my first love. She controlled me all around and I followed her like a brainless puppet, blinded by love. When she kissed my brother right in front of me, I finally had my fucking eyes opened. She's just using me to get close to hyung. Since then, I thought love is just that cruel. I vowed to myself and to the heavens that I will never fall in love ever again, and tried to avenge my remaining pride by being the heartless, selfish jerk you know me as."

"Well, did you feed your pride now? Are you satisfied?" You spat, not able to control your feelings. You know it isn't your place to be mad, for god's sake— your not his girlfriend. "No," Jaemin took another step closer to you, looking straight at your eyes, "Because all the walls I built up around my heart, you just broke them and entered with ease. I didn't give you the key, but you managed to see right through me like I'm some kind of transparent thing or whatever."

A shooting star fell, soon did another.

"You had what you wanted, justice." You could merely say those words, having a hard time speaking. "I did, didn't I? I have everything I want now, except for one thing."

"What?"

"Are you willing to grant my final wish?"

"I'm not your genie, Jaemin." You responded with a hiss, but it was a clear that you really are willing to grant anything he wanted. If he would ask you to jump off a building, you wouldn't even hesitate to do so.

"I want to kiss you."

Your the one who leaned in first, placing a hand by his shoulder and pecked his lips softly. Jaemin chuckled, feeling flustered by the softness of your lips and placed one hand on your cheek, kissing you fully now.

The kiss was short, but it was enough to full both your hearts with love. "You don't deserve me, Y/n. But I want to be more selfish then I ever had been and have you all to myself." He mumbled against your lips, brushing his on yours gently. Jaemin sent you his last sweet smile before whispering the words that squeezed your heart too much that you thought it'll bleed.

"I love you."

And he vanished through the wind, along with the third shooting star falling.

It hurts. It hurts from the fact that even while slowly disappearing, he still tried to keep you in his arms, he still tried to kiss you and wipe your tears. Jaemin's now truly gone, and there was no more annoying, chatty, heartless, selfish Jaemin who used to brighten up your day. No more bugging you every morning to wake you up for school. No more.

"I love you too."

Was it too late? No. Not at all. You know that even if the winds took him away from you, it would never be able to take the love he left. He's in a better place now, safe and sound inside your heart. No one's going to dare hurt Jaemin anymore.

So, is the ending happy or sad?

It's neither happy nor sad. Why? Because it's still not the ending. There will be no ending with the love shared between you and Jaemin.

"Will you be okay?" Haechan asks.

Will you?

A shooting star fell from the sky, you smile as you see it pass by your window.

Yes, you will.

"I'm alright." You answered him with no sense of regret. He's here, you know it. He's watching and it warms your heart. "Okay, that's all I needed to hear." Haechan breathed out, smiling too. You opened the notebook in your hands, looking through the notes you used to take to help solve the case on how to propose proper justice.

Funny thing actually, everything's useless. Jeno confessed himself with no one pushing him too. He's willing to serve the punishment since he knew he deserved it, and that's enough for Jaemin to forgive him wholeheartedly.

"You and Jaemin never answered my question though." Haechan cuts off your thoughts, staring at the bright moon through the window. "Question?".

"Can ghosts pick on their noses?"

You laughed. You fucking laughed. "Yeah, but no boogers."

© AEHYEI, 2021

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Wth Are You All Doing Here??

Immy’s 200 Follower Event 🎊 🎉 🎊 || [CLOSED]

MINORS/AGELESS BLOGS DO NOT INTERACT || 18+ ONLY ||

Thanks to everyone who participated!! 💖💖💖

The event is now closed and I’ll be working on finishing up the prompts that I got.

DISCLAIMER: I am a very slow and finicky writer. For this reason I don’t usually take requests because there’s a good chance that I won’t be able to actually come up with anything for some of them. The whole process usually just leads to a lot of stress and disappointment for all parties involved, honestly lol.

All that said I want to at least try, but there’s no guarantee that what you send me will be completed in a timely manner or even at all. If that is something that’ll bother you I kindly ask that you refrain from participating altogether.

There are now 200 of you guys kicking around (well technically 199, but w/e) and idk why lmao. But! I’m so very happy to have you nonetheless. To better show my appreciation I’ve decided to try my hand at a writing event. Will this end well? Who tf knows, but I still wanna give it a shot!

↠ The event will run from today, (Monday, August 23, 2021) until Monday, August 30, 2021, 12 am CST.

↠ Seeing as how this event is for my followers it would ideal if you were actually following me, but honestly it’s not that big a deal to me.

↠ I’ve provided a number of lists below for you to choose from; topics range from fluff to NSFW themes.

↠ All fills will be tagged with ((Immy’s 200 Follower Event))

↠ Rules and details can be found below the cut.

The Rules

↠ As stated in literally everything I post on here, this is an 18+ blog so minors shouldn’t be here. Still, I’m not so naive as to think there aren’t any lurking around here so… Look, all I ask is that you don’t come at me with anything NSFW.

↠ Anonymous requests are fine for the SFW stuff, but anything spicy will have to have a handle and an age attached to it. Sorry to all the shier folk out there, but since the kiddos won’t stay out of spaces where they don’t belong that’s the way it’s gotta be for the safety of all parties involved.

Note: Your age should be somewhere readily accessible, i.e. in the header/your blog’s about me section or in a pinned post. If I can’t find it within a few clicks then I’m gonna have to delete your message, sorry.

↠ I’m fine with writing for teen aged characters, but it’ll never go any further than cute fluff with a bit of hand holding/hugging/light smooching. Any NSFW stuff will always be with adult age characters; if this means I have to age up a character I will (and no, idc if that makes some people feel some type of way).

↠ You can either choose:

One (1) prompt and three (3) characters.

OR

Three (3) prompts and one (1) character.

OR

Two of one, and one of the other.

Basically what I’m trying to say is there should never be more than 3 of one thing (be it prompts or characters)—does that make sense??

Also you don’t have to pick three lol, that’s just the upper limit.

↠ You can mix and match prompts and fandoms.

i.e. 1 HQ boy for the tea list; 1 Batboy for the NSFW list; 1 VDL girl for the relationship ABCs list.

Or 1 character and 3 prompts from across the various lists.

Or 1 prompt for 3 characters from any fandom.

Or any other configuration you can come up with so long as it doesn’t exceed the 3:1 ratio.

↠ Also be polite.

This should go without saying, but this is the internet, so I feel the need to make this point explicitly lol. I’m a person, not a content factory, and would like to be addressed as such. Not saying you have to have a whole dialogue before your request (tho that’s fine too!) but a simple greeting goes a long way, yanno?

What I Will and Will Not Write

↠ I will write:

Everything from fluff, to thirst, to straight up smut.

I fucks heavily with angst lmao. H/C, H with no C? Oh hells yes.

Ficlets, HCs, imagines, scenarios; the format will depend on the prompt and my mood, honestly.

↠ I won’t write:

Pedo-shit, obviously

Incest

Noncon/dubcon

Bestiality

Watersports/scat

Vore/cannibalism

Heavy gore in a sexy way (tho I have no issue with it otherwise)

Anything related to tiktok. I’m too old to understand anything that goes on there and I’m okay with that lol.

Also please keep my work away from any other platforms. If I want it posted somewhere besides here and my AO3 I’ll do it myself.

There are probably others, but this is all I can think of off the top of my head. If you’re not sure about something just send me a message and I’ll let you know.

I also reserve the right to refuse a request on any grounds.

The Formatting

↠ Prompt(s); Character(s); pronoun preference; preference for SFW/NSFW.

Even if the prompt came from a SFW list I don’t mind adding in a bit of spice because I’m ~classy~ like that lol.

If no gender is specified I’ll default to a gender neutral reader.

The Fandoms/Characters

↠ The Batboys

Aside from the main boys, I don’t know enough about anyone else to feel comfortable writing about them in detail, but they may still pop up in the background.

Characters: Damian Wayne | Dick Grayson | Jason Todd | Tim Drake

↠ Haikyuu!

Still pretty new to this fandom, and am anime only besides so things may be OOC and-or not line up with canon.

Characters I’m most comfortable with: Anyone from Karasuno’s VBC, management and coaches included (*cough*Asahi* and Daichi are my favorites*cough*)

Characters I like but have never written for (italicized characters are my faves, btw): Akaashi | Anoe | Bokuto | Iwaizumi | Kenma | Kita | Kuroo | Matsukawa | Meian | the Miya twins | Sakusa | Tendo | Ushijima

Characters I’ll try to write for the culture lmao: Goshiki | Hanamaki | Kanji | Kyotani | Lev | Oikawa | Suna | Yamamoto

*Note: I’ve already done the whole of the ‘Wholesome Tea Prompts’ list with Asahi, check it out here.

↠ My Hero Academia

Still anime only for this one too, but I’ve Seen Some Things on here and yeah lol. I won’t be spoiling myself anymore than the bluehell site already has so whatever I write may not match up with canon as it stands in the manga.

Characters: Aizawa/Eraserhead | Dabi* | Keigo/Hawks | Yamada/Present Mic*

*Note: I’m in the middle of writing the Relationship ABCs for Dabi as well as the NSFW ABCs for Mic so I won’t be taking prompts from those lists for them. Also I’ve already done the NSFW ABCs for Dabi. Check it out here.

↠ Red Dead Redemption

I still love my emotional support cowbabies, even if I haven’t written for them since the start of the year lol...

Characters: Everyone in the van der Linde gang that isn’t Micah is fair game.

Note: I have already completed the whole NSFW ABCs for Javier over on my main blog (link), as well as letters A, C, D, and Z of the Relationship ABCs for all of the VDL boys.

The Lists

↠ Wholesome Tea Prompts ((source))

lemon tea; what are mornings like with them?

peppermint tea; what do they get excited about?

chamomile tea; what is their sleep schedule like? does it change around their s/o?

earl grey tea; how did they court their s/o?

milk tea; what are their kisses like?

coffee; do they get jealous easily? how do they show it?

rosehip tea; how romantic are they? how do they show affection?

black tea; what do they look for in a person?

pomegranate tea; at what point did they know they loved their s/o?

matcha tea; how and when do they propose to their s/o?

chai tea; how do they spice up their relationship?

hibiscus tea; what’s their favourite place to take their s/o?

green tea; how do they comfort their s/o?

russian caravan tea; how experienced are they with relationships?

english breakfast tea; would they want a family?

rooibos tea; what’s their favourite thing to do with their s/o?

↠ Various SFW ((source))

For these please be sure to include which flavor of fic (i.e. fluff, h/c, misc.) you want along with the number.

|| Fluff

“I’ll always choose you.”

“You remembered.”

“I can’t imagine a world in which I don’t adore you.”

“I’m so proud of you.”

“You make me lose my words like no-one else can.”

“I can’t believe I married you.”

“It feels like home here.”

“I never stopped thinking about you.”

“You’re such a sap.”

“I would run out of breath trying to describe all the reasons I love you.”

“It’s a surprise, so you can’t tell them.”

“I can’t believe you did that for me.”

“I can never say no to you.”

“You must be freezing! Here, take this.”

“I got you your favorite.”

“Shit, I think I’m in love with them.”

“There’s no one else I’d rather bother for the rest of my life than you.”

“I can only hope they’ll like it.”

“I’ve been in love with you since we were kids.”

“You’re stunning.”

|| Hurt/Comfort

Please tell me exactly how much hurt you want because I like the ‘H’ part of H/C a little too much lol...

“I’ll never be good enough.”

“Do you think I’d drop my walls like this for just anyone?”

“I don’t understand.”

“You deserve every single bit of what you have.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Losing you would be a nightmare that every day I beg to awaken from.”

“But you have me now.”

“I wish you could see yourself how I see you.”

“Shut up!”

“I just need some space.”

“They’re wrong, alright?”

“Shit, I didn’t mean to say that.”

“I refuse to let you talk about yourself like that!”

“Are you okay?!”

“There’s no need to apologize.”

“You’re crying.”

“They’re better off without me, I know they are.”

“I didn’t mean to, I swear.”

“It would take much more than that to drive me away.”

“Please, open the door.”

|| Misc.

“Do you not have better things to be doing?”

“Is that who I think it is?”

“In my defense, I was left unsupervised.”

“Where the hell have you been?”

“That was up there with some of the stupidest shit you’ve ever done.”

“Spill.”

“There had better be coffee.”

“Get your ass over here before I drag you here myself.”

“That’s normal, right?”

“How many of these things have you eaten?”

“Do not touch that.”

“You have got to be kidding me.”

“This is quite possibly the last thing I had wanted to be doing tonight.”

“You didn’t.”

“This is gonna sound bad, so hear me out.”

“Are you sure you want to commit to that for the rest of your life?”

“It’s finally here!”

“Fuck what everybody else thinks!”

“You’re my best friend now, no take-backs.”

“Oh my god, please don’t tell them.”

↠ Relationship ABCs ((there’re so many floating around that idk who the originator is, soz))

A is for ‘Activity’ || What is their favorite activity to do with you? 

B is for ‘Beginnings’ || How do they act in the beginning of a relationship?

C is for ‘Communication’ || Are they good communicators? How do they normally talk about their problems or solve issues?

D is for ‘Drunk’ || What are they like when they’re drunk?

E is for ‘Emergency’ || How are they in emergency situations? (You get hurt, they get hurt, someone is dying etc.)

F is for ‘Free Spot’ || I’ll give you any headcanon I come up with.

G is for ‘Gifts’ || What kind of gifts do they give? What kind of gifts do they get?

H is for ‘Hugs’ || How do they show affection/cuddle?

I is for ‘Irritation’ || What is something that irritates them? How do they show their irritation?

K is for ‘Kryptonite’ || What is their ultimate weakness?

L is for ‘Laughter’ || What makes them laugh?

M is for ‘Morning’ || How do they wake up in the morning? Are they a morning person or a morning grouch?

N is for ‘Needy’ || When do they feel particularly needy? How do they show it?

O is for ‘Oasis’ || Where is their happy place? Where would they go if they didn’t have anything holding them back?

P is for ‘Pain’ || How do they handle pain? How do they handle when you are in pain?

Q is for ‘Quality Time’ || What do they like to do for quality time with you?

R is for ‘Reunion’ || How do they celebrate seeing you after a long time of being apart?

S is for ‘Stress’ || What stresses them out? How do they deal with stress and how do they relieve it?

T is for ‘Terror’ || What are they afraid of?

U is for ‘Unique’ || What is a quirk that is unique to them?

V is for ‘Vanity’ || How concerned are they with their looks?

W is for ‘Wow’ || What is something surprising about them?

X is for ‘Explicit’ || For all you degenerates.

See the NSFW ABCs list below.

Y is for ‘Yucky’ || What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?

Z is for ‘ZZZ’ || What are their sleeping habits? Both with and without you.

↠ NSFW ABCs ((I have no idea who to credit this one to either :/))

A is for ‘Aftercare’ || What they’re like after sex.

B is for ‘Body Part’ || Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s.

C is for ‘Cum’ || Anything to do with cum basically…

D is for ‘Dirty Secret’ || Pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs.

E is for ‘Experience’ || How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?

F is for ‘Favorite Position’ || This goes without saying.

G is for ‘Goofy’ || Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous? Etc.

H is for ‘Hair’ || How well-groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes? Etc.

I is for ‘Intimacy’ || How are they during the moment, the romantic aspect…

J is for ‘Jack Off’ || Masturbation headcanon.

K is for ‘Kink’ || One or more of their kinks.

L is for ‘Location’ || Favorite places to do the do.

M is for ‘Motivation’ || What turns them on, gets them going?

N is for ‘No’ || Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs?

O is for ‘Oral’ || Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.

P is for ‘Pace’ || Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.

Q is for ‘Quickie’ || Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.

R is for ‘Risk’ || Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.

S is for ‘Stamina’ || How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…

T is for ‘Toy’ || Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?

U is for ‘Unfair’ || How much they like to tease.

V is for ‘Volume’ || How loud they are, what sounds they make?

W is for ‘Wild Card’ || Get a random headcanon.

X is for ‘X-Ray’ || How they look with their clothes off.

Y is for ‘Yearning’ || How high is their sex drive?

Z is for ‘ZZZ’ || How quickly they fall asleep afterwards.

↠ Smutty/Flirty Prompts ((source))

“shut your fucking mouth.” “make me.”

“kiss me, kiss me again.”

“did you forget to lock the fucking door?”

“pull the car over.”

“i need you.”

“i want to hear you beg.”

“say my name again.”

“don’t make a sound.”

“look at my fucking neck, how am i supposed to face my mother?”

“we’re in public!”

“you’re mine.”

“are you stoned?” “does it matter?”

“we’re in public, dipshit!” “so?”

“stop talking.”

“fuck it, i can’t even pretend like i don’t want you anymore.”

“stop looking at me like that.”

“take your shirt off.”

“you have no idea what you do to me, do you?”

“tell me what you want?”

“i missed you.” “how much?”

“what if we get caught?”

“don’t leave any marks.”

“be quiet!”

“is it that obvious?”

“you really love to get on my nerves, don’t you?”

“we could always make a one night stand a two night stand.”

“when can i see you again?”

“you’re such a fucking tease.”

“how can i not look when you’re dressed like that?”

“come back.”

“take off your shirt.”

“i hate you so much right now.”

“say it out loud.”

“would you stop doing that?”

“would you be upset if i kissed you?”

“i need this.”

“i thought you ‘couldn’t stand me’”

“look at me.”

“that’s what i thought.”

“prove it.”

“don’t test me.”

“is this okay? do you want this?”

“tell me to stop, tell me or i won’t be able to.” “then don’t.”

“i can’t stop thinking about you.”

“it’s like three in the morning, what the fuck are you doing?”

“you’re making me crazy.”

“i want you all to myself.”

“i hate being so far away.”

“i have feelings too, you know?”

“this is such a bad idea.”

#((Immy's 200 Follower Event)) #dabi x reader #aizawa x reader #hawks x reader #present mic x reader #mha x reader #bnha x reader #dick grayson x reader #damian wayne x reader #jason todd x reader #tim drake x reader #arthur morgan x reader #charles smith x reader #dutch van der linde x reader #javier escuella x reader #john marston x reader #abigail roberts x reader #tilly jackson x reader #mary-beth gaskill x reader #molly o'shea x reader #sadie adler x reader #haikyuu x reader #haikyu x reader #hq x reader #haikyuu asahi #asahi azumane x reader #daichi sawamura x reader #koshi sugawara x reader #bokuto x reader #kuroo x reader

[samikozume-todoroki]

Warning: straight crack

Masterlist | Request rules | Gen. Taglist

Wildchild memelord reader meeting the guys for the first time and love at first sight:

Bakugou Katsuki:

You bump into him

“WATCH WHERE YOURE GOING EXTRA!!!!”

Boom boom, fingy explosions, boom boom

Gets in yo face

Not in the sexy way tho😔✊

You back up slightly

“I have a thick skin but dude you are scary scary”

Does that cute confused thing^

Like no one has said that straight to his face, and not with such nonchalance either

He respects it

But he’s still confused

“W-what??”

“Also sir please get outta my bubble, I mean I don’t mind a hot guy getting all up in my space but like consent is sexc ya feel?”

You’re an idiot.

Katsuki likes idiots (bakusqaud cough)

“And that’s how your father met me kids😌💅✨”

“Y/n I’m older than you”

“Kiri shut up, don’t ruin the story of mom and dad meeting🥺”

Todoroki Shouto:

You come up to him after the sports festival

“Ay yo! That’s the ice zuko!”

Ice zuko??? What’s a zuko???

You grab his hands in that whole “I’m praying with/for you” position

“I believe in your redemption arc!! You got this Ice zuko!!”

“My name is shouto todoroki??? What’s a zuko???”

He ends up in some random strangers, yours, house binging Avatar the next few days.

and that’s the story of how you met your future hubby

and how y’all went to comic-con in Zuko and Mai cosplay

and how your three kids were named

“Alright Zuko, Aang, and Iroh let’s go to bed”

“I can’t believe you named your kids that”

“Shut up Midoriya, when you meet the love of your life through a show then you can talk”

Kirishima Eijirou:

You bumped into him at the mall

And fell into the fountain

He helped you out apologizing

“Ya know, I don’t think this is how you get a girl wet sir”

“Agsjsghsjs w-w-whAt”

*voice crack bAybEE*

“Ya I mean usually you take her out to dinner or y’all watch a movie then you lure her to the bed-“

“mAAAM PLEA-“

“I mean that’s how it goes in all the wattpad lemons hm. Not gonna lie tho, the view of you-“

Licks lips

“Is all I need”

Kirishima_Eijirou.exe stopped working

Wait or Restart?

“Yes he will gladly take your number”

Bless Kaminari, after hyena cackling his ass off, he stepped in

A true bro😔✊

“And that is how I seduced your future son-in-law!”

“Y/n we talked about this- get better pickup lines cmon your game is weak”

“And Kirishima honey, I’m disappointed in your pick up line tolerance”

Midoriya Izuku:

You fell from the sky

Well not really you just crashed through the ceiling

Landing on top of deku your dazed face looks into his eyes

“Damn I must’ve crashed into hell because you’re fucking hot”

Izuku is blushing yes but he’s also out of it cause he knocked his head

“Then baby there’s no way you’re an angel cause you’re dripping sin”

I made that up on the spot and I am proud, wow my own talent astonishes me🤩

“I may be an angel, but I will gladly sin for you”

You both are two inches away from a heated makeout session but-

Cough cough

“Dudes the whole class is still here”

Izuku finally snaps out of it and promptly faints in shock

Meanwhile you’re mad cause

NO HEAD?! *throws phone, jumps and snaps a skateboard*

Doodling you number on Izukus forehead you skip out of the classroom and back upstairs

“And that’s how we met Miss Midoriya!”

“Izuku you’re all grown up”😭

“Mom whAT-“

Kaminari Denki:

This motherfucker also has wild child memelord energy

And wild children meme lords attract

Like put some meme lords in a mile radius of the other and they will sniff each other out eventually

So your first day of UA you run into the class in the middle of English

Point straight at Denki, him out of his seat pointing straight at you

“BRO!””PIKABRO!”

“Shawty let me suckle on them toes”😫

“Only if you allow me to break your ankles and put you in a skirt cause you remind me of my mom”😫

“BRO! FEEL free! Please lure me into your basement!!”😫😫

“I ain’t paid enough for this bullshit” present mic leaves the classroom💀

“And that’s how the mafia works”🤩✨

“Dad you literally told us how y’all met where did mafia come from?”

“Denki we raised a wack ass kid wtf”

“Ikr like who put the stick up his ass”

“Parentals I’m literally right here how are you guys adults I cannot-“

Shinsou Hitoshi:

So like everyone knows he loves cats right???

All of UA knows too

“Hola cat boy! Can you do me a favor???”

You walk up to him in a cat costume

Not one of the skimpy ones

Sadly

Like a full on cat in the hat onesie type deal

“I didn’t know cat in the hat went to UA?”

“I heard ya like cats, and I need you, so I am a cat

I am now irresistible you have to do as I say”

“You would have had better luck if you wore a skimpy cat costume but I’ll hear you out. What do ya want?”

“Okay right so this dickwad decided “yo let’s take panty shots of random girls”

and I’m one of them

and like he took the picture with one of my comfty panties

so the picture isn’t even cute

and I want it back but he won’t give it to me

so like can you do your whole Jedi mind trick and get me the photo back???”

“Lmao,,, what???”

“Wat???”

“So you get sexually harassed and you’re more upset by the fact that you weren’t wearing cute panties???”

“When you put it like that it sounds bad”

“That’s because it is bad”

“Oh yeah now that you put it like that it is bad. Can you fuck up his shit too???”

Mans beats the fucker up black and blue, shreds all the photos, destroys the camera, memory stick thingy, deletes all gmail account data then the account, destroys laptop, computer, hard drives, phones, 3DS, etc. etc. thoroughly

“Wow when you smashed his 3DS in his balls that was very hot”

Make out session over a half dead body: check 💯✅

“And that was how I prevented a man from having kids”🥰

“God you’re so hot, I could fu-“

“Y/n. We are literally in public with all of our friends. Stop being horny”

“I can’t help it you’re so hot yummy yummy man🤩”

A/n: LMAO I’m rereading this after waking up. I wrote this ten minutes before I went to sleep and it shows cause my god this is a hot mess💀

Tagged: @mssyprsn

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tagged by kora @ispyspookymansion for this little questionnaire thingy thank you!!

1. why did you choose your url?

title of one of my favorite cramps albums and also it's just sexy as hell. fits my vibe very well

2. any side blogs?

i used to have a saw sideblog which i've basically abandoned but other than that no... just urls i'm hoarding

3. how long have you been on tumblr?

on and off since 2017 or so, consistently been active for the past 2 years or so

4. do you have a queue tag?

no i don't understand how to work the queue feature that well and wouldn't use it even if i did

5. why did you start your blog in the first place?

my blog was originally a thrash blog!! i had a megadeth url and i was deep into thrash at the time so that was the main focus. still love the genre obv but i've broadened my horizons lol

6. why did you choose your icon?

poison ivy rorschach is the queen of my heart

7. why did you choose your header?

severen from near dark is my favorite on screen vampire of all time + he's cunty and sexy

8. what's your post with the most notes?

ummm the biggest one was a rant post about like the tiktok effect of everyone looking the same and commodification of subcultures and shit but i deleted it bc stupid comments so i think its the evil b-52s the hate shack is a little old place where we can kill together post

9. how many mutuals do you have?

idk if there's a way to tell but putting a number to it is weird for me,,, just bc i follow someone who follows me doesn't mean we interact like that to me either so idk. like to think it's many lovely people!!!

10. how many followers do you have?

2368

11. how many ppl do you follow?

414

12. have you ever made a shitpost?

that's. all i do nothing i say is important

13. how many times do you use tumblr a day?

far too fucking much lmao

14. have you ever had a fight with another blog?

as shameful as it is to admit yeah the person was just being an idiot and i thought they were cool and i got my feelings hurt over me being. correct so u will not catch me stooping to trusting internet strangers again lmao

15. how do you feel about need to rb posts?

i won't even read them are you kidding

16. do you like tag games?

YASS! they're so fun and i like sharing and learning more about my mutuals too!

17. do you like ask games?

all in all, yes! sometimes i get overwhelmed by the amount of stuff in my inbox and that can cause it to glitch so i abandon them but i do enjoy em

18. which of your mutuals do you think is tumblr famous?

definitely the icon @omegaverse !

19. do you have a crush on a mutual?

i mean my mutuals are all very cute and sweet but having a crush on someone you don't know irl is so weird and foreign to me. never.

20. tags

ummm okay no pressure bc this one is kinda long but i'll tag @mircallasgrave @desacralization @isaactheram @davemustaine @richardhkirk @gunfucked @gurneykink if u guys are up for it,,

#long post #like sooooo long lmao sorry #tag games

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Don’t Call Me That Pt. 2

Wordcount: 10,129

A/N:  I thought this part 2 would total up to 10k words, but when it hit 10k, I realised that I was only about 65 percent done. So based on the responses I got from tumblr, I decided to publish this first and then conclude the story later on!

TW:  mentions of r*pe, mentions of torture, mentions of drugging someone (??) , mental breakdowns, vulnerability, descriptions of anxiety

Also, HERE’S MY FAV MEMES!! I’m so sorry that I can’t tag respective meme creators, because I saved them on my phone and some of them I forgot to include your usernames!! I’M SO SORRY!!! And honest to god is wear there were more but i must have lost them im so sorry im so incompetent lmao

memeesss

You glanced at your phone.

It had already been a week in Hawaii with your friends, and Jason still hadn’t texted you.

Well, you should have expected it, really. Jason was a traumatised, mentally ill man who had been locked away for two years.

Of course he wouldn’t text you first.

You had contemplated texting him over the past few days, typing in an array of messages ranging from a simple “hey” to a whole paragraph, and deleting all of it without hitting send. Did he even switch the phone on? Was he surfing the internet? Or was the phone still there on the shelf where you had left it.

It was driving you crazy.

“Do you have a boyfriend we don’t know about?” a voice called.

You looked up and squinted at the man who was standing up, looking down at you. You were sitting on the beach, a little further away from the ocean where your friends were.

“What are you talking about?” you asked as Alex plopped down next to you.

“You’ve been fidgety the whole time,” he pointed out, combing back his dark shoulder length hair with his fingers, getting sand in them. “We’re on a private beach, and you’ve been fussing over your phone. Who are you talking to?”

“No one,” you grumbled truthfully.

“The girls have been gossiping,” he gestured to the two other girls playing in the water. Your closest friends. It was four of you in that inseparable group.

“Of course they have,” you groaned, “Tell them to SAY IT TO MY FACE, COWARDS!”

You shouted at them, earning you grins and middle fingers from the distance.

“They’re saying you’re in love with someone,” he chuckled, “But they always say stupid shit like that without any evidence. But sometimes, a girl’s intuition is just right, ya know?”

“Stop beating around the bush, Alex,” you rolled your eyes at him despite knowing he couldn’t see past your sunglasses. “No, I’m not in love. I’m just waiting for a text that might never come.”

“Why don’t you text him first?”

“Because it’s not as simple as that!” you flailed your arms, “He’s… complicated. I can’t just text him anything.”

“Girl, unless he’s Mr. Nottingham, or related to you, then it really isn’t that complicated,” he joked.

“Ugh,” you groaned again, falling back onto the cloth you spread out. “Fine. I’ll text him.”

“Atta girl,” Alex grinned, “I’m gonna head back in the water. Join us after. Please?”

“Yeah, yeah,” you waved.

Opening the text window for what had to be the thirtieth time, you finally decided to text him.

You: Miss me yet?

Staring intently at the small ‘sent’ below your message bubble, you waited for it to turn to ‘delivered’.

“Yes!” you hissed. It meant that Jason had indeed switched on the phone.

But after twenty minutes you realised that it didn’t matter if Jason switched on the phone if he didn’t want to talk to you. Cursing to yourself, you decided to join your friends in the water, hoping it’ll distract you from checking your phone every five minutes for a text message that might never come.

After an hour of actually spending time with your friends, all four of you returned to the villa, your mood elevated. Checking your phone, you could have jumped for joy when you saw not one, but four consecutive texts in a row.

Jason: Duck off. Jason: What the duck Jason: WHY CANT I SAY DUCK Jason: I DUCKING HATE THIS

You couldn’t let out a string of giggles.

“Oooh, lover boy texted you back, huh?” Alex peeked over your shoulder. “Gimme, I wanna mess with him.”

He snatched your phone from your hands, surprisingly swift and smooth for a civilian, raising it way above his head so you couldn’t reach it and opened the camera.

“Alex-!”

He threw his other arm over your shoulder and pulled you into his bare chest, crushing you before you could tackle him down. He snapped a picture and sent it.

You froze in horror.

“Why the hell did you do that?!” you yelled.

“Relax, I was just messing around,” he gave your phone back to you.

“You don’t- you don’t understand, you fucking asshole!” you screamed.

“I- I’m sorry,” Alex stuttered, surprised by your reaction. “I was just-”

“Fuck off!” you snapped.

Panicking, you saw the little notification below the picture turning from Received to Read.

No. No, no, no, no.

This was bad.

You didn’t want to overwhelm Jason by sending him photos of your activities, thinking that he might react badly to the sudden surplus of familiarity and sense of being close to someone. Now you were worried that he might start to push you away in fear, reverting back to how he was before, and months of progress would have been all for nothing.

He would probably start swearing at you, or worse- switch off the phone and reject any form of communication completely. You hurriedly texted a reply.

You: I’m so sorry! I didn’t send that, my friend was just messing around.

Expecting the worst, you braced yourself for the inevitable. Instead, he sent you:

Jason: Who the hell is that guy?? Jason: Why are you in your underwear??

Your mouth hung open as you stared in shock at the screen. Because you took so long to recover from the shock, he sent you another message.

Jason: ???

Snapping out of it, you texted back.

You: That’s just my friend. Sorry about that! And I’m not in my underwear, it’s a bikini! I’m in Hawaii.

You waited for him to reply, but ten minutes of you sitting anxiously on the turquoise sofa in the middle of the villa listening to the waves of the beach outside from the open doors passed by, and he still hadn’t.

Perhaps he’s busy- wait. There’s no way Jason would be busy. You tried to coax him into a conversation.

You: You can turn off your autocorrect if you want to swear without hassle. Go to your Keyboard settings.

You plopped your phone on the empty seat next to you and dried your hair.

“Ugh, come on!” complained Natalie, fully clothed and washed, walking towards the open concept kitchen from her room. “You’re getting sand everywhere!”

“Woops, my bad,” you grinned.

“There’s a shower outside on the porch for a reason you know,” she flipped her blond beach waves at you, looking through the fridge.

Alex stood quietly at the kitchen island, now scared to say anything.

You rolled your eyes. “Just don’t do it again.”

“Okay, I promise!” he grinned.

Ding.

Jason: fuck. fuck. fucking fuck. Jason: found it. You: Proud of you, man.

You went to your room and showered, then dried off and put on fresh clothes while waiting for Jason to reply.

Of course, he never did.

Groaning, you had to remind yourself that he was not used to human interaction, and texting would come unnaturally to him. Which meant that you had to be the one to keep the conversation going.

You: Do anything interesting since I left?

You saw him typing almost immediately this time.

Jason: no.

Of course not.

You: Have you been eating properly? Jason: yeah.

God, it was so difficult. You were in the middle of typing something when he replied again.

Jason: yoire not my mom Jason: yoire Jason: YOIRE Jason: FUCK WHY CANR I TYPE

You felt guilty for laughing, but you did anyway.

You: Now that you switched off autocorrect, it won’t correct your typos and misspells anymore. Jason: i fucking knw that. Ive been gone for two yeard not twenty. You: Then why do you sound like a grandpa? Jason: BECAISE YOU GAVE ME A FUCKINF IPHONE!! I USED AN ANDROID!!

Now you were really laughing out loud, so you sent him a GIF of a woman rolling her eyes.

Jason: wtf you can send gifs throug text now?? You: Welcome to 2020, my dude. Jason: im not your fucking dude

Typing a reply, Jason interrupted you once again.

Jason: teach me how to do that

Smiling widely, you found that you couldn’t wait for the next week to pass by so you could go back and see him.

***

“How’s Jason?” you asked the minute you reached the Cave computers, panting from the run down.

“Wow, hello to you, too,” Dick chuckled, spinning towards you on the wheeled chair.

It was a Sunday afternoon, and Bruce and Dick were in front of the computers, discussing a case that had connections to Bludhaven Police Department.

Gone for two weeks, you had a lot to catch up on.

“According to Alfred, he’s doing well,” Bruce answered, “Even started to ask for seconds last week. Now Alfred has been making portions for two.”

“He asked? For seconds?” you gasped. “How?”

“He left a note on the tray two days after you left. He’s been making meal requests, too. Texts Alfred in the morning to let him know.”

“Texted?!”

“Alfred slipped his number on the tray in case Jason wanted anything specific.”

“I slipped mine as well, but he hasn’t texted me yet,” Dick pouted.

“When did he start texting?” you ignored Dick.

“Last Sunday.”

So the same day you started texting him, then.

“He hasn’t texted me,” Dick sighed, looking dejected like a kid who was told Disneyland blew up.

“He’ll come around, Dick,” you offered him a smile, “I mean- he’s already texting Alfred!”

“Yeah,” he lamented.

“Okaaay, nice talk. I’m gonna go see him now, bye.”

You ran to the box, but stopped right before you opened the internal door. After checking your hair with your phone camera, you tried to stifle the butterflies in your stomach.

Ugh, you were so fucked.

Taking a deep breath, you knocked on the door.

“Yeah,” Jason’s muffled grunt answered you.

Pushing it open, your eyes immediately went to the bed only to find that he wasn’t lounging around reading a book like you expected. Instead, your mouth dropped open when you saw him on the floor, doing push ups.

Shirtless.

Jason had changed drastically during the two weeks you were gone. You noticed that he had definitely gained weight, as well as muscle mass.

“Uh, wh-what are you..?”

He stood up, and you swore your heart skipped a beat.

His muscles were much more prominent and defined now, and he looked like he was going to achieve Dick’s physique if he kept it up for another month or two.

“Welcome back,” he simply said before taking gulps from a water bottle you definitely had not seen before.

“Thanks,” you walked over and sat on his bed, “I’m glad to see that you decided to start taking care of yourself again.”

“What, this? This isn’t for me.”

“Huh?” you cocked your head in curiosity.

“I… I lost a lot of muscle mass. My body- it isn’t how it used to be,” he frowned, “And I can’t have you lusting over it when it’s not at its peak.”

“What- what do you-?” you stammered, suddenly getting hot.

Jason merely smirked and then continued his push ups.

You watched as his developing muscles rippled, a thin layer of sweat making his skin glisten in the light. It was amazing how he had progressed so much in such a short period of time. You guessed that he must have just been occupying his days by working out.

No wonder he’s been asking for seconds.

“Enjoying the view?” Jason breathed, pausing with his arms straightened, his head angled upwards towards you.

“No, shut up,” you looked away.

“Here, be useful,” he started, “Sit on my back.”

“What?”

“I’ve gotten used to my own body weight, I need extra resistance,” he elaborated, “Come on, sit on my back.”

“But it’s all sweaty,” you whined, pretending to protest. Definitely pretending- for the sake of your own dignity.

You got up and went over towards him anyway.

Carefully, awkwardly, you sat on his back as you would a park bench. You rested your palms flat against his sticky skin to stabilise yourself. Suddenly, he dipped down without warning, earning a soft squeal from you.

“Fuck, you’re heavy,” he strained, but continued to do the push ups. He was shakier, struggling with the weight, and after twenty-five, he paused. “Okay, I think I’m done.”

But before you had the chance to get off him, he suddenly stood up, throwing you off his back to have you fall on the floor on your ass.

“Jason, you assho-” you clapped your hand over your mouth, realising what you had just said.

Oh, no. Oh, fuck.

He stood towering over you, his jaw clenching as he stared you down with his cold, blue eyes.

“I’m so sorry! I forgot! It was a reflex and-”

“Whatever. I don’t care anymore,” he rolled his eyes, reaching for his bottle.

You blinked. Then scrambled to your feet.

“You don’t care anymore?” you repeated slowly.

“I don’t care if you call me that,” he huffed.

That made your heart swell and melt at the same time.

“I got used to your voice,” he mumbled, expression changing as he looked away. He frowned, as if he was angrily staring at a distant object.

You had just guessed that he didn’t like to be called his name because of a sense of familiarity, but now you were thinking that there was much more to that than what you had originally thought.

“So, I can call you… Jason?” you tested.

“Yeah, call me whatever you want,” he sat on his bed, looking up at you.

You smiled, thankful that you had finally crossed that bridge. “You know, I could get some workout stuff for you? Weights, bands, that bar thing that you can put at your door frame for pull ups…”

“You’d like to see that, huh?” he smirked.

“You flatter yourself too much,” you scoffed.

“How was Hawaii?” he changed the subject all of a sudden.

“It was fun. Beach was great, locals were great, loved the vibe- what are you doing?”

Jason had stood back up and started to walk closer and closer to you, getting all up in your space like a predator finally cornering its prey. You kept on taking steps back until your ass hit the edge of the desk.

Nowhere else to run, your heart started hammering. He leaned in, his hands resting on the desk on either side of your body, trapping you against the table and himself. You looked up and gulped. You could almost feel the heat radiating from his bare skin.

“Are you afraid of me?” he muttered lowly.

“Why would I be afraid of you?” you whispered.

“You tell me,” he said.

“Well, I’m not afraid of you,” you stated.

“Oh really?” he raised an eyebrow. Then, you felt his hand grip your wrist tightly, pressing down on your skin with his fingers. “Your pulse is very fast for someone who’s not afraid of me.”

“It’s because you’re all up in my space!” you argued.

“Didn’t look like you mind when your friend,” he snarled the word, “was all up in your space.”

“My friend? What- oh,” you widen your eyes in realisation, “You mean Alex.”

“Is that his name?”

“Alex is just a friend, nothing more. He’s just someone I’m close to,” you reassured him.

Which then made you think about why you were reassuring him.

“Oh, you were definitely close to him,” Jason growled.

“Wait- are you… jealous?” a smile creeped your lips.

He scowled at you for a few moments, and you could see the little tics in his expression that said he was annoyed. The flared nostrils, the muscles of his jaw clenching and unclenching, the very slight twitches at the corner of his left eye.

“No,” he finally said, taking a step back from you. “I’m going to shower. Since you couldn’t stop staring at me, the invitation is still open for you to join.”

“You know, I’m starting to think that maybe I prefer it when you were broody instead of this. Please go back to your depressive mental state,” you sarcastically replied.

Jason barked out an actual laugh. Though his laugh was odd, like someone who’s only now discovering that humans were indeed capable of laughter, you found comfort in it. It was no longer hysterical and devoid of humor. He was getting better, learning to embrace a connection with someone, and it made you extremely happy.

“Maybe I should,” he answered with a cheeky glint in his eye, “Then that way you can give me more sponge baths.”

He left you alone in his room, flushed and at a loss for words.

***

“I find it very odd that people would yell ‘Batman!’ when they realise you’re there,” you rambled while climbing out of the Batmobile.

You were absolutely drenched from the downpour that had been going on all night. It was 4 am on a friday night and you had just returned from patrol.

Bruce took off his cowl immediately, revealing tired eyes despite the relatively slow night.

“It’s like they’re saying ‘Look at me! I’m here! Please knock me out or hang me upside down from the-’ Bruce?”

Bruce had stiffen, staring at something behind you. You turned around and was shocked to see Jason in the mid-distance, sitting on the ground outside the black box that was his room, leaning against the cool metal.

He himself was staring intently at Bruce, not even sparing you a glance.

You looked back and forth between the two men, sensing a high tension silent conversation.

Then, Bruce’s eyes relaxed and the corners of his mouth twitched upwards ever so slightly in that hardly-there-Bruce-smile.

He gave Jason one stiff nod of understanding, then walked away to the computers at the other end of the cave, leaving you alone with his son.

Jason relaxed as you walked over to him, wringing your hair to squeeze out all the excess water.

“Aw, you waited up for me,” you teased, standing in front of him with your hands on your hips, grinning away.

“Fuck off,” he snorted, “I was bored.”

You noticed him clenching his jaw as he looked at you from top to bottom, eyes lingering longer on the ‘R’ on your left breast.

Ah, it was his first time seeing you in your uniform.

His uniform.

Suddenly, you felt like an imposter in those colors and had the strong urge to rip the uniform off.

You wanted to say something, but Jason beat you to it.

“There were times in that shit hole where I wanted to burn that uniform off my skin,” he grit, “Kept on thinking to myself. I wish I never became Robin. I wish I never met Bruce Wayne.”

Your heart shattered at his confession. It was extremely rare for him to bring up anything related to his two year torture, and the previous times were never in such detail.

Realising you needed to say something, you opened your mouth. “I’m so-”

“Don’t,” he cut you off, “You don’t have to say anything.”

Yes, sometimes you knew that he just wanted you to listen.

You nodded silently and went to sit next to him on the floor.

“It… suits you,” he forced out.

“Hmm?”

“The uniform. It suits you. More than it ever suited me,” he grumbled.

“Oh, I don’t know about that. I think your ass would look quite nice in green,” you joked, nudging his shoulder with your own.

He chuckled deeply, nudging you back even harder- hard enough for you to lose your balance and topple sideways, earning another breathy laugh from Jason.

***

Another month passed by, and you found yourself falling deeply for Jason- much to your dismay. You knew Jason wasn’t ready for any kind of intense emotions, and that it would take a very long time before he was.

So you swallowed your emotions down, stifling them and hoping it would go away.

The two of you had developed a pleasant friendship, often bickering and joking around, with Jason teasing you about your obvious physical attraction to him.

He also now occasionally waited outside his cube for you to come back after patrol, never really venturing too far from it, and still avoiding contact with both Bruce and Dick. Only you and Alfred had the privilege to speak to him.

Even then, sometimes you would visit his room but only getting a “I’m not feeling it today. Please leave.”

Understandingly, you would nod silently and leave him alone. You knew he still had his bad days, sometimes not eating his meals.

But mostly, he was getting better, both mentally and physically.

With nothing much to do the whole day, Jason was now obsessed with working out and bulking up. He now had a few simple equipment in his room- mostly weights.

You figured that it was a coping mechanism for him, a healthy outlet to channel all his rage and negative emotions into.

But come on. He was getting even hotter and it was making it extremely difficult for you to stop yourself from checking him out, fantasizing about him when he wasn’t around. Still, you couldn’t complain. Even though he hadn’t reached Dick’s size yet, he was very near to it, and his naturally bigger body frame and build made up for the still developing muscles.

Hell, he was now sporting a six pack.

But you knew that he was still not as well as you hoped he would be. The bloodshot eyes he had was proof that he doesn’t sleep well- and you soon found out why.

It was a little past midnight on your night off from patrol, and you were using your break in the best way you could think of- by sleeping. Something woke you up that night.

A soft knock on your door.

You frowned, eyes still closed, wondering who it was.

Bruce would usually knock twice. Strong, clear, and with purpose. Dick would start pounding rapidly on your door, annoying you intentionally. Alfred would give three soft knocks followed by a ‘Miss?’

Your eyes flew open. There was only one other person in the manor.

Throwing your covers aside, you jumped out of bed and rushed to the door to open it.

Jason stood outside your door in the dim lights of the hallway, frowning and running his fingers nervously through his messy dark hair. He was wearing a t-shirt with boxers, standing awkwardly.

“Jason?” you hated how your voice sounded so sleepy. You cleared your throat. “Are you okay? Would you like to come in?”

He nodded silently, and you made way for him to enter before closing the door behind you.

“Sit on the bed,” you told him while jumping back into yours, sitting up cross legged.

The bed dipped when he sat on it, copying your motion and crossed his legs.

You waited for him to say something, your eyes straining to catch his in the dark. But he just remained silent, staring into space and avoiding your eyes.

“How did you know this was my room?” you asked, starting with a light topic.

“Only one that was locked. I already know where everyone else sleeps,” he explained.

“That’s right,” you realised, “I tend to forget that you’re probably even more familiar with the manor than I am.”

“Did you know there’s an old dumbwaiter in Bruce’s room?” you saw him smirk from the shadows that was casted on his face, “I used to hide in there, waiting to catch him off guard.”

“What? Why?”

“Dick and I, we had a bet,” he recalled the memory, “Whoever gets to surprise Bruce first would owe the other a special favor. Only rule was that we had to have it on video as proof.”

You appreciated that moment, the first time he ever spoke about both Dick and Bruce as a fond memory.

“I won, by the way,” he continued, “But- I forgot to press record on my phone.”

“Oh, no,” you groaned for him.

“Yeah, and Dick refused to believe me,” he chuckled, “That old man didn’t want to admit it either. But I swear- the look on his face when I jumped out while he and some model were going at it- priceless.”

Your jaw dropped, and then you burst into a fit of laughter, tears filling your eyes.

“You- you- you jumped out on him while he was having sex?!” you squealed.

“Yeah,” he grinned, “I didn’t even care that it sort of scarred me, because I managed to catch Batman off guard.”

The both of you laughed, his deep voice mingling with your own on that quiet night.

“I’m glad you’re here, Jason,” you smiled warmly at him.

But then, his smile fell.

“I hate my name now.”

“I’m sorry,” you began, “You said it was okay to call you that, so I-”

“No, it’s fine,” he started running his fingers through his hair again, “It’s just- I don’t know.”

“You can tell me anything,” you reassured, “It won’t leave this room. I promise.”

He looked at you, worry in his eyes. “Okay. Fine. Yeah.”

You waited for him to begin.

He took a deep breath. “I’ve been having nightmares. Almost every night. It’s always the same one.”

“You want to tell me about it?” you prompted him after waiting for him to continue.

“I hate my name because he said it a lot. Joker,” he scowled, “After repeatedly burning my skin for my name, it’s like that’s all he said. In that annoying, high pitched, sing-song voice of his. Jason, Jason, Jason. It made me hate my name. It made me hate hearing it.”

“I- I didn’t know how much time passed when I was in there,” he continued, “But, fuck. It was- it was hell. And the worst part was that I kept on waiting for Bruce. Waiting and hoping for him to find me and save me. I was so desperate. You- I-”

He choked on his words. His eyes were squeezed shut and his lips tight.

You wanted to reach out to him, hug him, tell him that everything was okay now. But you didn’t. You waited for him to collect himself so he could finish telling you his story, just like how he wanted to.

“Anyway, I- despite all that,” he sighed, “That was the only thing that kept me sane. I kept on clinging onto the hope that he was out there, searching. And that helped for a while. Until- until that happened.”

He was breathing heavily now, fidgeting more. Jason was definitely getting increasingly agitated the deeper he went.

“Fuck,” he breathed, “Fuck.”

The moment you realised he was crying was when he let out a sniffle. You automatically took his hand in yours, squeezing it as a form of comfort.

“It’s okay,” you told him, “You don’t have to tell me if you’re not ready.”

“No,” he shook his head, “I need to. I have to. I can’t take this anymore. Keeping everything in, I feel like I’m about to fucking explode.”

“Okay, then take it slow,” you said, “No rush. Anytime you’re ready.”

He nodded, eyes still closed, as if he was afraid of letting you see him cry.

“One night,” he began, “I think- I don’t know what was different- but I think something went wrong for him. Or right? That’s how it was. Tormenting me was fun, but it was also an outlet for him. But at the same time when he was happy, he also tortured me. He came to me, and- injected me with some sort of drug. That never happened before. He made sure that my head was clear whenever he hurt me so that I could feel everything he did.”

“But- he did- and- immediately, I felt weak,” he continued, “I mean, I was already weak. But my head. It was cloudy. I remember everything clearly, but it was like my brain couldn’t process it, couldn’t communicate with my body. I felt like I was looking out through a window that was my eyes- like I was in someone else’s body, experiencing someone else’s moments.”

“He released me,” Jason’s voice was now barely a whisper. “He released me from the ropes, and I fell to the floor. And then he- he- fuck.”

He let go of your hand and started pulling at his hair, rocking back and forth on your bed. He was sobbing now, his shoulders jerking up in sharp intakes of breaths. The only thing you could do was to stay silent and hold back your own tears.

You rested your hand on his knee, giving him a textile connection with reality so he doesn’t fall into his own thoughts.

“You- he- he- ruh- ruhp-”

Your heart sank to your stomach in horror as you realised what Jason was trying to say. It was as if you were plunged into icy water, chills running down your spine at the true revelation of what he had gone through in that cursed cell.

“Oh, no,” you breathed.

“He pushed me down,” he choked, “Pushed me down and climbed on top. I- I couldn’t even fight him. I was- I was conscious the whole time and I knew what was happening, but I couldn’t fucking do anything.”

Your tears were falling down now, both at the sight of Jason looking so vulnerable and fragile, and at his confession. Not being able to help yourself, you threw your arms over his neck and crashed into his hard body, burying your face in the crook of his shoulder.

His arms immediately wrapped around you, clutching you so hard it was painful as he buried his own face into your shoulder.

“And he kept on saying my name,” he said in muffled cries, “Jason, Jason, Jason. The whole fucking time. And- and I knew. He didn’t do it for pleasure. He did it to torment me. He- he didn’t even- he didn’t even finish.”

Jason sobbed into your skin for the next few minutes, his tears soaking through your night shirt. “But I did. Even though it was painful. Fuck, the pain was worse than anything he had ever done to me before. But- he- I- I fucking came.”

The both of you were sobbing now, his ragged breaths mingling together with your own on that quiet night.

His grip on you was tight, as if he thought that if he let go, you would disappear. So he clung onto you with all his might to keep you there with him as he recalled the horrific events.

“That's what broke me. I was so disgusted with myself. I hated myself. And he- he saw everything and- and laughed. He laughed so hard, I thought he was going to choke and die. I’ve never seen him laugh like that. And I remember every single fucking moment of being helpless on that fucking floor while he- fuck. Fuck.”

“And then he left. He left me on the floor bleeding and I never saw him again. And I went fucking insane. I tried to kill myself so many fucking times. So many times, I lost count. That’s what I dream about every night. His laughs, and his ‘Jason, Jason, Jason’.”

And that was that. That was the story.

The end of Jason Todd.

The both of you cried long and hard that night in each other’s arms. Eventually, you both lied down on the pillows together, underneath the covers.

“Please don’t tell Bruce,” he whispered to you.

Your head was on his chest, his big arms wrapped around your waist, your legs tangled with his.

You smiled at that. Even with the trauma, even with the sense of abandonment he felt, he still wanted to protect Bruce from knowing the truth.

Because the both of you knew that the truth would kill him.

“I promise,” you whispered back.

And then the both of you fell asleep together.

***

“Has Jason been sleeping in your room with you?” Bruce asked you on one fine Saturday morning at breakfast.

It had been about a week and a half since the first time Jason knocked on your door and poured out his feelings to you.

“He gets nightmares,” you tried to explain.

He thought that if he told you everything, the nightmares would stop. But it didn’t. But he then realised that the only thing that made it better was sleeping by your side, having someone there to wake him up from living his own hell in a loop.

“And do the two of you… Just sleep?” Bruce frowned.

“Yes!” you widen your eyes in horror at the insinuation. “Bruce! Come on!”

“I know you have feelings for him, and I’m sure he does for you as well. But I don’t think something like that is what Jason needs right now,” he stated.

“Yes, I know!” you groaned at the thought having that kind of conversation with him, “Jesus, Bruce. I know. I’m just there to wake him up or help him fall back asleep. Nothing more.”

Bruce nodded, deep in thought. “Has he… told you? About what happened?”

You pursed your lips. “Yes.”

“You’re not going to tell me?”

“No.”

“Hmm,” his frown went deeper. “I understand. He will tell me when he is ready.”

“Exactly,” you smiled, hiding the fact that Jason may never tell Bruce what happened. Never the full story.

“He still hasn’t left the manor?”

“No,” you sighed, “I asked him if he wanted some fresh air. Just outside the main door, not even going down the steps. But he refused. Told me to, and I quote, ‘Fuck off’.”

“Well, he’s only just left the cave, and it’s just to your room,” Bruce thought out loud, “It’s still progress. Especially since he’s been talking to you about the past.”

“He only spoke about it one time,” you said, “And then never again.”

“I see,” he hummed, “And you’re okay with him sleeping with you?”

“Next to me, Bruce, sleeping next to me,” you corrected.

“Yes, and you’re okay with that?”

“Yeah, it’s all good,” you assured him, “I can kick him out any time I want- but I don’t want to. He looks like a lost puppy sometimes.”

“An angry lost puppy.”

You chuckled at that and couldn’t agree more.

*** While Jason got the sleep he needed when he was next to you, it was counterproductive on your end. You had never been with anyone before, and definitely had not slept on the same bed with another man.

So to feel his body heat and breaths against your skin, his occasional light snores, it made your mind go on hyperdrive.

Most of the time, the two of you would just lie down, your back against his front, or your backs against each other, or both on your backs just staring at the ceiling- and talked. You would be the one talking the most, of course, about anything you could think of. You would tell him about your day, your patrols, something you read about online, or the current news.

But that one particular night during week three of him sleeping next to you, the two of you were silent. It wasn’t an awkward or uncomfortable silence, but the kind of silence that was pleasant and was better described as a peaceful quiet.

You had your back pressed against his front and his arm was lazily draped over your waist. It was a cold night, and you were wearing just a tank top and pyjama shorts, snuggling under the covers that went up all the way to your nose.

Shifting a bit while snuggling comfortably, you pressed yourself against Jason’s body to get more of his heat. But then, you were met with something poking against your lower back.

“Ngh, please ignore that,” Jason huffed.

Oh.

For some reason, you forgot that Jason was a physically healthy male who was capable of having sexual thoughts and feelings. All this while, you thought you were the only one.

“Are you- uh- is that- uh-” you stuttered, feeling your face flush with heat.

Feeling your body suddenly alert with excitement.

“Yes, it’s my fucking penis,” he grit almost angrily, “What, never heard of an erection before?”

“Of course I have!” you argued rather defensively, “It’s just- I’m surprised, that’s all.”

“Why?” he demanded, “You didn’t think I could get it up or something?”

“No, of course not!” you denied, “It just didn’t cross my mind, that’s all.”

A pause. Then-

“Well,” he sighed, “You wouldn’t have been wrong.”

Your mind blanked for a second.

“What do you mean?” you asked softly.

“It’s my- fuck- it’s my first time,” he confessed.

“Your first time getting an erection?” you gasped.

“No, you idiot,” he snapped, “It’s my first time getting hard since… since… then.”

Oh. Oh, you were an idiot.

“It’s just- after that- even when I was downstairs, alone and safe, I- I couldn’t,” he told you, “I kept on thinking back to that time and- and I couldn’t. I found it disgusting.”

And immediately, like someone doused you in cold water, any feeling of horniness you had when you first felt his erection against you disappeared. You just felt so sad for him, but also angry. Angry that he had to go through all of that, and angrier that there was nothing you could do about it.

“So, why do you think you’re getting it now?” you asked. Perhaps talking about it in an objective manner would help guide him through his thought process.

“Are you kidding me?” he scoffed, “You’re fucking pressing your ass against my dick, what did you think would happen?”

“Wait, what?” your eyes widen, “You’re hard because of me?”

“No shit,” he said, “You’re hardly wearing any clothes, too.”

You shouldn’t feel happy due to the circumstance and context, but there you were ecstatic that he found you attractive enough to pop a boner after so long.

“Fuck,” he sighed, suddenly pressing himself closer to you.

His hand that draped over your waist when to actually grip it. Then, then, he grinded his hard on against your ass.

“Mmm,” he rumbled deeply, “Feels good.”

There. That was it. You were once again flooded with the feeling of heat that pooled at your stomach, a tingling sensation started at your core. Feeling hot despite the low temperature of the night, you clenched your thighs together, needing the slight pressure.

“Yeah?” you whispered.

“Yeah,” he grinded on you again, and then unexpectedly let out a chuckle.

“What is it?” you smiled, loving it whenever you heard him laugh.

“I thought… For the longest time, I thought I was broken. That he broke me,” he revealed, “I thought I needed to get all Wingardium Leviosa on this little fucker.”

“Oh my God,” you laughed and groaned at the same time, “You’re so fucking embarassing.”

He laughed along with you and continued. “But now I’m hard and- and horny. You made me feel like I’m normal again. Like I’m sixteen again, and getting horny over everything.”

Sometimes, we take the normal things for granted. Food, shelter, clothes. In this case, it was a goddamned boner. In a way, Jason’s erection was symbolic- however funny it sounded. Getting your sexual appetite and need back after being so traumatised was a massive leap for many people who had experienced the same thing.

It meant that Jason was healing well.

“Does that make you happy?” you asked.

“Not particularly,” he admitted, “But I’m definitely not sad either.”

“That’s good enough for now, then,” you beamed.

“Yeah,” he breathed.

Another few moments of silence. You could feel it, his cock pushing into you. However tempted you were to push back and grind, you held yourself still.

“Uh, Jason?” you voiced.

“Yeah.”

“Do you want to like, take care of it?” you asked, “I mean. My bathroom is available. Or- there are many empty rooms.”

“No,” he simply stated.

“No?”

“No.”

“It’s kinda poking into me.”

“Just ignore it.”

“Ignore it?” you gaped, “How can I ignore it? You’re literally pressing it into my ass.”

“Well, then do you want to take care of it?” he teased.

You couldn’t argue back. “Fine, I’ll ignore it.”

He chuckled. “I’ll turn around.”

When he made the movement, you suddenly grabbed him by the wrist. “No, it’s fine. Stay here.”

You expected him to tease you like he usually would, make a crass comment, or even a ‘fuck off’.

Instead, he wrapped his arms around you again in silence, and the both of you drifted to sleep.

***

“Do you think this color suits me?” Natalie asked, holding up a floral red dress.

The four of you were at the mall in Diamond District. Now that high school was over, and everyone would be going off to separate colleges in a few months, you tried to spend time with each other as much as you could.

“Any color suits you, Nat,” you rolled your eyes, “You’re hot stuff.”

“Jesus, it’s like you’re shoving it in our faces at this point,” Sarah added, flipping her brunette hair to the side, tight curls flowing down.

“Aw, you guys,” Nat pretended to tear up, “I’m gonna miss you guys so much!”

“Not again,” Alex groaned, “We’ve been through this so many times.”

“I’m gonna be so miserable without you guys,” Natalie continued on, ignoring Alex’s interruption.

“I don’t know,” Sarah shrugged, “I think I’d enjoy New York. I can have pizza parties with the rats in my overpriced apartment.”

You chuckled at Sarah’s joke. Everyone was leaving Gotham except you. Deciding to continue with Robin, you opted for Gotham University- prestigious, old, and most importantly, close to home.

Your phone dinged in your pocket. You opened it to find texts from Dick.

Dick: OH MY GOD. Dick: I’m at the Manor. Dick: Was going to the Cave gym to work out. Dick: AND Dick: JASON IS HERE!!! WHAT DO I DO?!?!

That was new. Jason would usually just use whatever basic equipment he had in his room to work out. The fact that he was at the Cave’s sparring area where all the other fancier work out equipment were was out of the ordinary.

You: Just go. See if he reacts. If he suddenly stiffens and just stay there not doing anything, then leave. If he continues on, then it’s okay to stay- but don’t initiate anything! Dick: OKOKOK

You waited anxiously for Dick’s update. All four of you were now walking towards the food court, but you hardly listened to their bickering. Forty-five minutes passed before Dick texted you again.

Dick: OMG HE TALKED TO ME You: What did he say? Dick: He asked me to pass him his towel. You: That’s all he said? Dick: IT’S PROGRESS OKAY!!

Dick was right. It meant that Dick was now the third person Jason had spoken to. Adding another person to his list of contacts was definitely progress.

You were happy for him.

You:Is he still there? Dick: Nah he left Dick: But WOW he’s looking good. He must have been really going at it. I think he might get bigger than me soon You: All he does now is work out. He’s obsessed. Dick: Yeah I can tell

You decided to leave it at that for now and try to concentrate on your friends, but Dick sent another message.

Dick: ARE YOU TWO HAVING SEX?!?!

You spat out your drink, earning weird looks from everyone.

You: DICK!!!! WTF NO!!

Dick never replied.

***

“Can I ask you for a favor?” Jason asked, his voice breaking the silence of your dark room. The two of you were on your bed, lying down and staring at the ceiling.

“Of course,” you said. It didn’t matter to you what Jason asks for. He hardly ever asked for anything.

“Could you… Take me out tomorrow?” he requested, “If you’re not doing anything else, that is.”

“Uh, sure!” you nodded, surprised. “Where do you want to go?”

“Anywhere,” he shrugged, “It doesn’t matter.”

“Yeah, okay,” you hesitated, “But- are you sure? I mean, you don’t have to go so far so quickly. Maybe you should start with just going to the backyard?”

“No, I’ll be fine,” he insisted. “I’m not a kid.”

“Okay then,” you agreed. “Tomorrow.”

You kept on glancing anxiously at him the next day as he climbed into the passenger seat of your car. He was quiet, but looked perfectly fine.

Switching the engine on, you drove out of the garage and out the large automatic gates. Trees soon surrounded the lonely road on both sides as you descended downhill into town.

“So where are we going?” he asked.

“I thought Robinson Park would be nice,” you said. It was around three in the afternoon, yet Gotham was dark as though the day was ending. It was cloudy, skies grey and wind blowing.

“You’re taking me to a park?” he scoffed.

“It’s more quiet than anywhere else,” you reasoned with him, “Less people. Spacious. Lots of greenery.”

“Whatever.”

Reaching the parking space of the park, you noticed that there were a few cars. Mothers and nannies liked to bring children out to the park around that time. Joggers and teens, college students and retired elderly seeking a little escape from the high rise buildings of concrete and glass.

You turned the engine off and proceeded to open the door, only then noticing Jason stiffening. Looking over to him, you saw that his eyebrows were pulled down in a deep frown, his jaw clenched, his hands in fists on his knees.

You didn’t say anything or make any comment. Leaning back into your seat, you waited until Jason was ready.

About five minutes passed before he took a deep breath, gave you a nod, and then opened his door.

The two of you walked along a path at the park, going deeper inside and further away from your car. There were a few joggers around, some tourists, and some teens taking photos. You saw a group of kids in the distance playing frisbee, and the others were walking their dogs.

An empty bench stood in the middle of the park, overlooking a clearing. You headed there, Jason following closely behind.

“It’s a bit gloomy today,” you pouted, “As if Gotham could be anything other than that, of course.”

You looked at Jason.

He looked like a scared dog being brought out for the first time.

His jittery knees were bouncing rapidly, his wide eyes were darting at every movement, his forehead was covered with a thin layer of sweat, and his breathing was heavy.

“Woah, woah,” you reached out to him, putting an arm on his back. “It’s okay. I’m here. Just listen to me talk, yeah?”

“Yeah,” he gulped.

“Try to calm your breathing,” you instructed, “Deep breaths, Jason. In… out… In… Out… Yeah, see that’s great.”

“Yeah,” he breathed, now calmer. “Sorry.”

“It’s okay,” you smiled warmly, “You’re doing just fine.”

“No, I’m not,” he strained, “I feel like everything is too big. Too vast. The fucking sky looks like it’s going to crash down on me and at the same time suck me up into a void.”

“And despite all you’re feeling right now, you’re not breaking down or anything, are you?” you tried, “You’re okay, Jason. This is progress.”

“I guess,” he sighed, “I’m just- I’m so used to having four walls and a ceiling. Now everything feels too big.”

“I understand,” you empathized, “Whenever you want to go back, just say the word. Or we can even just go and sit in the car. No problem.”

“Yeah, okay, let’s do that,” he stood up.

The walk back to the car was faster.

“Fuck, I’m so fucking pathetic,” he said, running his fingers through his hair.

“No, you’re not,” you reassured him, “That was great, Jason. Come on, it was your first time outside in two years and a half. Cut yourself some slack.”

“I’m so fucking broken,” he choked.

“Don’t say that,” you scolded, “You’re not broken. And you know what, even if you think you are, we can always fix it. Baby steps. Maybe we can do this once a week. We were out for like, ten minutes? Next week we’ll try fifteen. How’s that sound?”

“Twice a week,” he stated, “I just want to be normal again.”

“Okay, twice a week, then,” you agreed, “We’ll try again in a couple of days, okay?”

“Okay,” he paused, “Thank you.”

“No problemo,” you grinned, “Would you like to stay here a bit longer or shall we go back?”

“Let’s go back.”

“Wanna stop by the diner? You can wait in the car while I ask for a take-away?”

“...okay.”

***

Jason and you had gone out twice more. Once three days after the first time, and the other a week later. The second time he went out, he lasted twenty minutes, though you were sure he was being stubborn on his part. He looked like he was having a heart attack, but he insisted on staying until he hit the twenty minute mark.

The third time, he was much much better. Surprisingly so. The two of you sat down on that bench for half an hour, with you even leaving him alone for a few minutes to get two ice cream cones.

After that, you took him for a drive around the city. He seemed to be more comfortable in the car, so you went all the way from Robinson Park to Diamond District, and back to the manor.

Bruce seemed very pleased with your update, and you swore you could see him actually smile.

“Thank you,” he had told you. “You’ve done more than I could have ever asked of you.”

“It’s no problem, Bruce. Really,” you reassured him.

“I’m his father. He is my responsibility. It’s my fault he’s even in that state. I wish I could do more for him,” he said solemnly.

“The fact that you understand what he needs is more than helpful, Bruce,” you smiled, “Not many parents can do that. You understand and respect him. That’s enough for now.”

He simply nodded.

Ever since your scheduled outings, Jason had become more and more relaxed whenever he was in the manor. He now walked to the kitchen on occasion to mess with Alfred while he cooked meals for him, sometimes sitting in the living room lounging on the couch while reading. Most of the time, though, he was down at the sparring zone of the Cave, working out.

But at night, he would never fail to knock on your door.

And at that particular night, you found yourself in the same situation again while lying down on your side with your back to his front, for the fifth time.

“You officially have to stop calling yourself broken,” you grumbled, “Because that thing poking into my ass is definitely not broken.”

He chuckled lowly. “You complaining, sweetheart?”

Oh, and yes. Jason now had started calling you ‘sweetheart’. Why? You had no clue. It was just a thing that happened. The look on your face when he first slipped it in was probably a sight to behold.

“No shit, I’m complaining, Jason,” you groaned, “You haven’t jerked off, yet? Not even once?”

“Nope,” he popped the P, “I just… I don’t want to… I don’t want to come.”

You sighed, understanding the situation. He had been disgusted with himself because he had ejaculated when Joker… Well, that. You hated to even think about it, so you always shoved the thought away.

“But unfortunately for me, I still get super horny,” he rumbled deeply, pushing his hips into you even more, “So fucking horny.”

“And then I have to suffer,” you complained.

“I can assure you, blue balls are more painful than something poking into you,” he bickered.

“It’s not that…”

“Then?”

“I get horny too, come on man,” you whined, “I’m a hormonal teenage girl. What did you expect?”

“You get horny too?” he whispered after a pause.

“Uh, yeah,” you admitted nervously. Somehow, the mood shifted, and your heart started drumming against your chest.

“Because of me?” he asked.

“Not you specifically, I mean,” you tried to back track, “You’re… Your dick pressing up against me like that, I mean, come on, Jason.”

“Simple question sweetheart,” he told you, “You get horny because of me, yes or no?”

You gulped. “Yes.”

Fuck, why did you say yes? You could have lied. You could have not answered.

“Yeah?” he breathed. You noticed that his hand was now on your hip, right above the waistband of your sleeping shorts, drawing circles onto your skin with his thumb.

You were nervous. The butterflies in your tummy was not helping you calm down.

“Yeah,” you squeezed your eyes shut, as if to protect yourself from anything he had to say.

“Fuck,” he groaned, gripping your hips and grinding his hard on against your ass even more. And did it… Fuck, did it get even harder?

Afraid of saying the wrong thing, and also out of nervousness, you remained silent. Jason’s chest rose and fall against your back, his respiratory rate increasing. His pinky finger slid underneath the waistband, testing the waters before slowly slipping his hand into your pants.

He went in so slowly, as if waiting for you to tell him no, to rip his hand away, to wrench yourself away from him. But you never did, so he went in deeper, caressing the skin beneath your pelvic bone, his heat just burning into you.

“You’re not wearing any underwear,” he commented, voice suddenly husky.

“I don’t wear them to bed,” you informed him.

“You mean to tell me,” he growled, “That all this while I’ve been sleeping next to you and you never had your panties on?”

“It’s more comfortable that way,” you mumbled.

“Jesus Christ,” he cursed. “Thank God I never knew. Would have been torture, and trust me, I know what I’m talking about.”

“Jason,” you gasped.

“It’s true,” he said, “Damn, sweetheart.”

He went lower, closer to your center.

Your core was tingly, small pulses of electricity buzzed through your body as Jason came closer and closer and closer and-

He slipped his hands between your closed thighs and cupped you.

“Mmm,” he moaned softly, “Warm. Fuzzy.”

“Fuzzy?” you laughed, even though you felt like screaming on the inside. Screaming for more.

“Yeah,” he mumbled, burying his face into your nape, taking a deep breath. “You smell nice.”

Oh, shit. You totally forgot about Jason’s aversion to strong smells.

“I’m sorry!” you quickly apologised, “I can switch to an unscented shampoo as well so it wouldn’t be too strong for you.”

“It’s fine,” he said, “I like it on you.”

He ground his hand into your center harder.

“Mmpf, Jay,” you breathed, “What are you doing?”

“I don’t know,” he confessed, “I’ve never touched a girl like this before.”

“Really?” you widen your eyes in surprise.

“I was kept in a cell for two years, I couldn’t exactly talk, let alone touch, anyone can I?” he quipped.

“Right.”

“Teach me,” he said.

“What?” you whispered despite knowing what he meant.

A pause of silence. A deep intake of breath, a slow exhale.

“Teach me how to touch you,” he purred.

Fuck, you felt like exploding.

“Are you sure?” you asked.

“Yes. If you… If you want to.”

Your mind quickly tried to analyse the situation. Bruce had specifically said that Jason didn’t need any complicated matters in the relationship. It made sense. You didn’t want to overwhelm Jason with any confusion or uncertainty.

But at the same time, you’ve been figuring out how Jason thought, bit by bit. He’s told you many times that he just wanted to be normal again, to feel normal, to do normal things. And this was something that was normal, that he should do, that he wanted to do.

And you knew that he probably would take the rejection even worse.

“O-Okay,” you agreed.

Slowly, you separated your thighs, raising the one on top and hooking it over his legs behind you. Due to your shift in position, you felt the minute Jason’s fingers dip slightly into your folds.

“So, uh, this is my first time with a guy as well,” you squeaked, “But I’ll try to guide you.”

You licked your lips.

“Uhm, well, I guess you can start by running a finger up and down between my- oh! Yes, just like that.”

His middle finger slid down to your opening, and then up again slowly. His movements were uncertain, brushing only slightly against your clit unintentionally.

It was different, having someone else touch you. Somehow, despite the inexperience, it just felt better.

“Holy fuck,” he gasped, “You’re so fucking wet. Do you usually get this wet?”

You felt your cheeks heat up. “No? Yes? I don’t know! I can’t feel it.”

“Shit.”

You let him play with you some more, his fingers sliding up and down, sometimes pressing against your fleshy parts, sometimes circling and gathering your wetness, sometimes just parting your lips. Hell, he even tapped the tips of his fingers on you randomly or brushed into your delicate fuzz. You knew he was just exploring, feeling you for the first time.

And that thought made you smile and sigh.

“Teach me how to make you feel good,” he rasped.

“Uh, so your fingers are wet, right?”

“Yeah. Because you’re leaking all over them.”

“Okay, good. Now find my clit. It’s slightly above your finger, okay, to the left a bit. More. Okay, there! Yeah, right there,” you sighed, finally feeling that delicious pressure.

“Here?”

He tapped your clit.

“Ah!” you moaned, “Yes- but don’t just- nevermind, just gently circle it. Clockwise.”

He obeyed, and hell since when did Jason just obey?

He circled you gently, like you said. But he also went so, so slow.

“Faster, Jay,” you panted.

He went faster, making you groan in pleasure.

“Like this, sweetheart?” he muttered, his voice low and cracking, and sexy, and husky. You’ve never heard him sound like that before, and it drove you wild.

“Yeah,” you breathed, “Yeah, just like that. Fuck.”

“Feel good?”

“So good, Jay. Press a little harder now- fuck. Fuck. Yes, perfect. Just like that.”

The pressure built as his fingers did their magic.

“You- you’re surprisingly good at that,” you stuttered, “You sure- mmm- you sure you’ve never done this before?”

“Despite what you think,” he husked in your ear, warm breath tickling you. “I’m very good at following instructions.”

“I can see that.”

“But I’m also good at improvising.”

“Wha- oh. Oh. Fuck! Jason! Oh my fucking god!”

He started pressing even harder, and going even faster, throwing away the slow build you were going for and instead pushing you towards orgasm fast and hard, as if he was determined to prove something to you.

“Feel good, sweetheart?” he purred, “You gonna come soon?”

“Oh my- fuck, yes! Fuck, don’t stop!”

“You want to come for me?” his deep voice rumbled.

“Yes!”

What the hell? When did he learn how to talk like that?

Because with the mix of his heavy pants, his low voice coaxing you, his barrage of pleasure at your clit, you felt the familiar tightening of your core. You threw one hand back and found his hair. Running your fingers through them, you gripped them tight and pulled.

You pulled on his hair as he forced the orgasm onto you.

“Oh my God. Jason, I’m gonna- fuck- I’m- fuck- ah!”

You moaned loudly as you felt your walls flutter, clenching over nothing as you reached your high.

“O-okay, stop, fuck,” your hand went from his hair to his wrist, stilling him. He withdrew his hands from your pants, and went to grip you tight again by the waist.

“Fucking hell, sweetheart,” he groaned, grinding into you. You pushed your ass back, feeling his hardened length against your flesh in your post-orgasm bliss. “Jesus, that was so hot.”

“That was- yeah,” you giggled, “Fuck.”

His face was still buried in your neck. You could feel his lips on your skin.

“Uhm, I can, you know,” you sputtered, “Try to help you out?”

“It’s fine,” he breathed, body still tight against yours, “Just go to sleep.”

“Are you sure?” you asked again, feeling guilty that he didn’t get off. “I don’t mind.”

“I do,” he said, “It’s okay, sweetheart. That was great. I enjoyed that. I told you, I don’t want to come.”

“Okay,” you sighed.

“Go to bed.”

“Thank you, Jason.”

“Fuck, I’m so horny.”

“Jason,” you whined, “Really, I can help-”

“I’m kidding,” he chuckled, “Goodnight.”

You pursed your lips.

“Goodnight.”

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[katsukis-sad-angel]

Based on a True Story

Summary: there's this boy who makes you super uncomfy and doesnt take a hit, but you're to sweet to tell him to back off. Katsuki Bakugou, the more blunt end of the friendship, is happy to tell him off and free you from that sorry bastard.

Pairing: Katsuki Bakugou x Fem!Reader

Warnings: possible tw, a lot of swearing and some pretty colorful insults, there are guys that are really fucking creepy, based on the actual events of February 7th, 2021 at around 10:30 pm

A/N: this was very very rushed, I just wanted to write myself some comfort real quick and go to bed last night and I didn't have time to properly edit! I'm really proud of some of the banter lmao, please enjoy and never be afraid to punt a ballsack! I'll add tags later🙄🙄🙄

A message popped up on your screen and your once neutral expression went sour. Slamming the face of your phone onto your pillow, you groaned angrily into your bedspread, catching the attention of a certain ash blonde sitting in your comfy desk chair a few feet away. Katsuki Bakugou, one of your best friends, gave a questioning glance but refused to meet his ember gaze

“What’s your deal?” He asked, not letting his genuine curiosity as to why there was such a pained look on your face, show.

You opened your mouth but paused.

Katsuki already knew about this boy and scolded you every time he saw his name pop up in your notifications, telling you to ‘fucking block him already’ for the umpteenth time. It wasn’t like you had feelings for the guy anymore, you were just too nice and polite to cut him off completely and tell him to go fuck himself.

The ash-blonde had already volunteered to do it for you, but you always said no because you knew he’d just find another way to contact you.

“It’s that piss baby again isn’t it?” 

“Yeah…”

“Wow, did you just agree with one of my insults?”

“Suki, I’m about to take you up on your offer to tell him to go fuck himself.”

He snickered, “Now you’re talking sense. What the hell is that pansy bitching about now?”

You sigh and roll over on your back and Katsuki moves to sit on the edge of your bed.

“I cut him off for a while, I really did! It felt so good to be free of him, but then he got my number again and started bothering me a few days ago. I saw him at school yesterday and told him I wasn’t interested in dating at all and he was like whatever so I honestly thought he could keep it in his pants and we could just be friends but nooo! He calls me a simp for anime guys, I tell him to stop being a hypocrite because he used to simp for me and he was like “I still do. You’re the only one” yeah like I’m stupid enough to actually believe that!”

You paused to catch your breath, but before you could start speaking again Katsuki interjected, “Well, you are stupid…”

You socked him in the bicep and he hunched over laughing. You looked so fucking adorable when you got royally pissed at him.

“Oh go to hell.” You snapped, crossing your arms and continuing, “Anyway, this guy used to simp for my goddamn sister! Not only do I reject being a replacement for her, but if she rejected his sorry ass, that means he’s a huge piece of shit because she’s super picky.”

“I might’ve mentioned that once or twice-”

You punched him again to shut him up. “Plus he’s super creepy and gross and it always feels like he’s undressing me with his eyes and whenever he’s around I want to dive into a pool full of only chlorine and drink it. I’m just trying to coexist and just be nice to him but apparently, a female looking in his general direction means that they want dicked down by his micropenis. He’s so fucking dense too. Why can’t he see that I’m not interested, especially after I EXPLICITLY told him that?!”

By that point, you were on the verge of frustrated tears, bottom lip trembling just slightly with bottled up emotion.

Katsuki could see it.

You felt trapped in something you never signed up for and you’d do anything to get out. All of this frustration had been stored inside of you for so long and it just kept mounting and multiplying until you burst into tears.

“Goddammit, come here dumbass,” He growled, gathering you into a warm embrace, “You can’t keep all this bs inside okay?”

He let you sob into his shoulder, one calloused hand supporting the base of your neck and the other crossed firmly over your back so you’d feel safe and secure; away from the world full of horrible people and into a small one of just your best friend’s warmth and the sweet sweet scent of caramel.

“Why don’t you listen to me? You’re just too fucking nice to every shitty dickhead that sees you as an easy, fuckable target. Something really fucking bad is gonna happen to you if you don’t shape up and learn how to punt a dude’s excuse for a ballsack and tell him what you really think.”

You raised your head from the solace of his shoulder to look at him with big, reproachful doe eyes and whimpered, “I tried that!”

“Have you tried punting their fucking balls first?”

“No… that would hurt.”

“That’s the point.”

“But if I did it without reason I could get suspended or charged with aggravated assault!”

It was Katsuki’s turn to sigh.

“That’s not the point dumbass, the point is that you need to tell these bastards off when they start getting creepy. You know what? Why don’t you just fucking ignore their sorry asses in the first place!”

You sniffle and drag a hand over your cheek to dry your tears, then resume your position with your face in the crook of your best friend’s neck.

“I feel bad for them.”

“Well stop. I’m gonna call him now alright? After that, we’ll block his stupid ass on every fucking app, you hear me?”

You nod and hug him tighter as he leans forward to grab your phone and opens it with your passcode, swiftly finding his name in your contact list and pressing the call icon, then he tapped the speaker button and waited.

The call was picked up almost immediately and a voice on the other line said, “Hey cutie! I was just about to call and ask to see if you wanted to come over on-”

“She’s not here.” Katsuki cut him off with a dry snarl, “And last time I checked she wasn’t interested enough in your sorry ass for you to be calling her ‘cutie.’” 

You could almost hear his lip curl in utter disgust.

“Who the fuck are you?” The voice asked, dropping its sickeningly sweet tone to something more appropriate in light of the previous insult.

“I’m her fucking boyfriend you dickwad-” You popped up from your haven in surprise, mouth open to sputter in protest but he put a finger to your lips and smirked, “who the fuck are you?”

“No fucking way that whore has a boyfriend-”

“Ex-fucking-scuse me? Shut your mouth, you mother fucking pussy, insult her one more time and I’ll fuck you up so bad you won’t be recognizable by the time you get to the hospital.” He snapped back, “She’s crying right now because you’re too dense to realize she doesn’t want any business with some horse-faced piss baby like you. Take the hint right fucking now you useless bastard so you don’t make the mistake of coming near her again because I. Will. Kill. You. Delete this number because she’s too sweet to block you herself, but I will.”

“Fuck man, I was just tryna get laid. She’s the one who started rubbing herself all over me-”

“I said delete this number. Damn, you are a dense piece of shit aren’t you?”

“Hey, I-”

Katsuki pressed ‘end call’ and blocked his contact, moving from Instagram to Snapchat, to any social app you had, and blocked him left and right until he was satisfied.

“Feel better?” He asked softly, tossing your phone aside and peeling you off.

You carded a shaky hand through your hair and wiped your eyes, giving him a watery smile and a nod.

“Why did you tell him that we were in a relationship?” You asked, voice on the edge of a taunt.

“To make him mad.”

“I mean, it worked, but is that the only reason?” You giggled.

“The hell are you insinuating?”

“Do you… possibly by chance… have feelings for me?”

You batted your eyes at him and he retched, but the smirk was still present on his handsome features.

“What’s it to you?”

You squirm a bit, but something pops into your head so you can stall a bit longer.

“I mean, you’re not THAT ugly-”

He responded with a simple, harsh flick to the forehead to make you whine and try to whack him, but he easily intercepted your fist and pushed you on your back, caging you in nothing short of a horizontal kabedon.

It was your turn to smirk, “Yenno ‘Suki, I could very easily… oh what was your phrasing? ‘Punt your fucking balls’ in this position…”

“Just shut up and tell me what the hell you want.” Katsuki snapped.

“You’re cute when you’re flustered.” You prod.

“You look like a pissed hamster when you’re mad.” He shot back.

“You smell like a fucking candy store after training.”

“You’re the dictionary definition of a dumbass.”

“You have a better hourglass figure than Yaomomo.”

“You're quickly becoming an extra.”

“Date me.”

“Fine.”

“Wait really?”

“It’s the only way I can kiss you, protect you, and keep you all to myself.” He shrugged, leaning in dangerously close, “You don’t fucking understand how hard it is to watch you prancing around with one failed abortion after another and watching you cry because they leave since you don’t want the one thing they’re after.”

“You’ve always been there for me ‘Suki… I guess I just took you for granted, and I’m really sorry.” You met his soft vermillion gaze with a meaningful and apologetic one and reached out to squeeze his hand.

“‘S okay. You’re mine now, right?”

You nod, smiling. 

“So it doesn’t matter how dense you are anymore.” He smirked, laying down on your bed and dragging you down with him so you were tucked comfortably under his chin.

You grabbed the remote and flicked on the tv, preparing to turn on an anime you had in mind.

“What romance garbage are you inflicting on me this time?” Your new boyfriend groaned, burying his face in your hair.

“One that’s super sappy and romantic and sad just to piss you off.” You pouted, clicking on each letter to form the desired word in the search bar.

“Have fun with that.” Katsuki snarked, beginning to move away, but you stopped him by deftly pressing your lips to his.

You slowly pulled away, blushing furiously, but happy to feel strong forearms snaking around your front and crossing over your stomach.

“I certainly will.” You respond.

[bluemusickid]

Breezeblocks

Pairing: law student! Andy Barber x Professor! Reader

Warnings: eventual smut, 18+, angst, age gap (not much, also legal)

Word Count: 881

A/N: And so continues my love for female characters in control. I got this idea at 2 AM and leaped outta bed just to type some part of this lmao. This is my first series (of sorts) so please be gentle! Feedback is appreciated. :) Also, I haven’t made a taglist or anything as of yet, but please lemme know if you wish to be tagged ^_^.

Chapter 1

The alarm clock beeped, rudely rousing you out of your peaceful slumber. Great. And so begins my misery.

It wasn’t easy being a soon-to-be divorcee. Getting a house had been hard, especially since your savings were frugal at best, but getting a job at a firm, in a new city, had been tougher. You had hoped that your resume would get you some job at least. Sure, you weren’t always at the top of the class, or had enough recommendations from your professors like those ass kissers from your year, but hey, it was good enough for a small firm. But no, instead, you had to teach Criminal Law to college students. Everyone knew that college students were the toughest to teach, after high school students. 

Oh well. You gotta earn your stripes, you muttered, checking yourself in the mirror. Years of being married had changed you. You realised that the wrinkles had become deeper, a constant reminder of how stressful that last year had been. Getting a fresh start was the best thing, you felt, at the time. Now? Not so much.

Sighing, you grabbed your tote bag and made your way to the car, dreading every second.

Parking your car, you got out and looked at the main building in the campus. Welcome to your future, for the next year or so. Grabbing your stuff, you made your way to the dean’s office for your briefing, checking your phone for the email which had all the details.

Damn it. Where the bloody hell was Room 105?! Shouldn’t there be signs or something?!

You had to begrudgingly accept that you were lost and needed help in this goddamn maze. Hesitantly, you stopped a man walking towards you.

“Excuse me, do you know where Room 105 is?” you asked, faltering a little after you saw how cute the guy was. He had the most beautiful blue eyes you’d ever seen.

“Oh yeah, just take a left up ahead and walk straight, it’ll be on your left.” he replied with a smile. Damn, he’s gorgeous.

“Great, thank you so much!”

You rushed to the Dean’s office, your thoughts drifting to the gorgeous man with his beautiful eyes. Beautiful eyes? What? You were here to do a job, not to ogle at some people, especially not at people who could be your coworkers! Focus, Adriana. You have a goal, and this was the only way attain it.

You reached the Dean’s office with just moments to spare, walking up to the desk of who you guessed was her assistant. Greeting her, you informed her about your meeting with the Dean. She checked her computer and told you to take a seat, the Dean was on a call and would be with you in a moment.

Setting yourself on a chair, your mind drifted off. Would you have taken up a teaching job had you still been married? No. Never. James had been quite dismissive of the idea of lawyers who had taken up teaching jobs. Why would you give up the big bucks to teach some twentysomething know-it-alls? he would say. 

You closed your eyes, exasperated. You hoped he wasn’t right, especially about the know-it-all part.

Interrupting your train of thought, the secretary, Miss Stevens, called your name out. Making your way into the office, you knocked on the door, your nerves threatening to get in the way.

“Come in!”

Upon entering, you noticed a middle-aged woman sitting at the desk, sifting through what seemed like a deposition, making notes.

“Mrs. Gupta?” you ask awkwardly.

She looked up, giving you a warm smile.

“Hello there! You must be Ms. Lee. Please, take a seat.”

“Oh please, call me Adriana.”

“That’s a lovely name. Well, Adriana, welcome to New England Law. I trust you’ve moved here recently?”

“Yes, it’s just been two weeks or so.”

“Well, you’ll fit in here and become a part of our family in no time, I’m sure.”

You quickly settled into some more small talk, and she handed you your schedule for the semester, explaining the marking schemes and teaching aids. You took it all in, slightly overwhelmed with the sheer volume of work.

“That’s pretty much all of the ground covered. I won’t keep you any longer, I see that your first class starts in 15 minutes. Best of luck with your class, and keep a watch out for the new ones. They’re a perspicacious lot.” she said, with a smile.

You smiled wanly, exiting the office and marching your way to Room 115, all the new information whirling in your brain and making you slightly dizzy.

Entering the room, you saw that there were still a few minutes to go for class to start, so you decided to get all your things ready. Laying out your notes on the table, you turned to the board and started jotting down a few points. You heard the students shuffling in, the sound of desks being moved and general chattering reaching you.

Bracing yourself, you turned around to see a bunch of eyes staring at you. And among them, were those gorgeous eyes. His eyes. That gorgeous man, or rather boy, was not a coworker. He was a student.

He was your student. For the rest of the year.

FUCK.

A/N 2: I’m posting this before I second guess myself and delete the whole thing. Feedback is welcome, and needed. :)

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