#then he KILLED two of them like instantly

[bet-on-me-13]

Steph's Year of Recovery

So! Danny noticed that a new face had made it's way into town. Two new faces actually, an older lady known as Dr Leslie, and a girl about his age called Steph.

He first met them when he was at the hospital for one of his parents. They had stood too close to an explosion again, and he met them while he was in the waiting Area.

Dr Leslie was a strict but obviously caring older woman, who seemed to be the one taking care of Steph as a kind of maternal figure, or maybe more like an Aunt. She greeted him simply and then walked away to talk with the Secretary, leaving him to talk to Steph.

Steph was a blond girl in a Wheelchair, and he could see bandages piking out of her clothes as he talked to her. She explained that she had been in an Accident a few weeks ago that left her wheelchair bound for a while, and that she had come to Amity for their surprisingly good Medical Centers.

He and Steph got along really well, and by the end of it he asked her for her Number so they could continue talking later. They stayed in touch, and when she was finally permitted to leave the Hospital, he introduced her to his friends. They all got along like a House on Fire, both figuratively and in one memorable case very literally (Vlad had pissed them off okay!)

Eventually Steph recovered enough that she moved from a Wheelchair to Crutches, and their shenanigans got even more chaotic (Vlad hadn't even pissed them off, this time was just for fun)

The only thing Danny could complain about was the fact that Steph was hiding something from them.

She said that she had been in an Accident a while ago, which was why they had come to Amity in the first place. But Danny knew it was more than that.

He could sense lingering traces of Death coming from her after all.

...

Steph honestly loved her current life.

Sure she had lost everything, her home, her health, her friends, her life, but she had gained new things too! Like Danny and the Gang! They were honestly some of the best friends she had ever had, and for some reason they just clicked with her instantly.

Danny was interesting and funny, Sam was vegan and a badass, Tucker was smart and witty, they all fit with her personality perfectly! It almost felt like she bad been friends with them for years. (She ignored the way her heart skipped a beat when she saw them)

But she still couldn't shake the sense that they were hiding something from her.

She knew it had something to do with the Ghost Problem in the town. And wasn't that a kicker, there was a whole Supernatural Ghost Outbreak in this Town and nobody knew about it. Dr Leslie had said that Amity was off the map enough to hide from Bruce, but she hadn't mentioned it was hidden from the Justice League itself!

Danny, Sam, and Tucker definitely knew more about it than they let on however. Whenever a Ghost Attack would happen, at least one of them would rush off with some practiced excuse and return after the Ghost Attack was over all dirty. She could guess what was going on, and she really didn't like it.

(This had killed her, she had died doing what they were doing, she didn't want to lose them)

Eventually she had to confront them, coincidentally on the same day they decided to confront her.

"Are you Vigilantes?" / "Did you die?"

"..."

"What?" / "What?"

#Dpxdc #Dp x dc #Dcxdp #Dc x dp #Danny Phantom #Dc #Dcu #Stephanie Brown #Stephanie Browns Death #Steph actually did die to Black Mask #Dr Leslie didn't manage to save her but did manage to bring her back #How she did it is up to you #But because if that Steph needs Physical Therapy and Treatments only found in Amity #Amity is also secluded enough that Batman won't find them there #Steph knows she died but is willfully ignoring it to the point of almost repressing it #Especially because she doesn't know how she came back to life #She doesn't like that her brand new friends are also Vigilantes because being a Vigilante is what got her killed #She doesn't want them to die like she die #She doesn't want to lose her new friends #Trauma #Steph is Traumatized #Also all of them are 17 in this #Stephs age when she died is very vague but 17 is the most reliable middle ground #So the Trio has been Vigilantes for 3 years now #They know what they are doing and have a system so they can share the workload #Sam and Tucker still have their powers #So they can help Danny with the workload #Idk if Steph would develop Powers from the Treatment or her Resurrection but I kind of like the idea #Also yes this is Poly Eternal Trio + Steph cause she deserves happiness #I NEED more Steph Ships cause she deserves more attention

[purple-writer8]

Suburban Legends - ACOTAR

Azriel x Winter Court Reader

“When you hold me, it holds me together.”

warnings: unrequited love, pining, evil thoughts, intrusive thoughts, lesser fae thinks shes not enough, hating on girl, self doubt, self loathing, reader is a handful, ice powers, groping, lesser fae slander

1.7k words

Part Two to Heather

Masterlist :)

He kissed you. Azriel kissed you. And then you winnowed away, because he kissed you in a way that you knew would screw you up forever. Because Azriel could never love you. You were not soft like Elain, were not some soft baker with beautiful High Fae features.

No. You were just a winterling. A lesser fae that iced everything around her. You paced the House of Wind, paced and paced through the entire manor— scared out of your mind of seeing Azriel again. Why would he kiss you?

Your mind raced and raced and raced.

Azriel deserved someone better than you, he deserved Elain. Not some winterling that got jealous because of a sweater, jealous and you two weren’t even together. Oh, you were so embarrassed— you wanted to die. You got a quick snack in the kitchen, thanking the house for it, and then you rushed up to your room.

Cauldron, you would die of embarrassment if you saw Azriel.

The way that he kissed you, it killed you, because you knew that you were doomed. How were you supposed to live now that you had tasted him? He had kissed you out of pity, you were sure. Or maybe he just didn’t know what to do.

As you ate your chips and dip, you noticed a shadow slithering underneath your door. You ignored it. He probably just wanted to know if you were freaking out or something.

You heard footsteps outside your door and froze when they stopped in front of it. You whispered a curse when your plate with your snack turned to ice, you really had to start controlling your powers.

A knock sounded against the wood of your door, and you wanted to die. You could feel the ice appearing through your body, invading your skin as it did whenever you were in distress— a winterling defense mechanism. You remained silent, unmoving, and after not answering the door for minutes, the shadow and it’s singer left— footsteps disappearing down the hall.

You were tempted to run out of your room and go after him but you were never going to do that. You would die of embarrassment if Azriel simply rejected you, telling you that he only kissed you because he felt bad.

-

Azriel knocked on your door every night for an entire week, maybe to reject you, or maybe to send you on a mission. You were not sure, but you had barricaded yourself in your room. If you were needed for a mission, Rhysand would reach you, you were sure. Your room had turned into a winter wonderland, your anxiety making your ice powers almost uncontrollable— and frankly unbearable. You were sure you had frost bite by now.

A knock sounded to your door, and instantly you turned to it, watching for the shadow that would always check on you when Azriel came. But no shadow appeared. “Darling? It’s me.”

Surely you could die from embarrassment when you heard the High Lord outside your door. You whimpered when more ice manifested from your fingertips, it fucking hurt and you were sure your fingers could be thawed off your hands any moment now.

Dark majestic talons caressed your mind, and you were tempted to let them in— but instead reinforced the walls that kept Rhysand out, because how fucking embarrassing is it to let your High Lord see how you’ve iced your entire room just because a guy doesn’t want you.

You are supposed to be better than that. But you weren’t.

“Open the door,” the High Lord ordered, and you complied.

His violet eyes widened when he took in the state of your room. “I… What… I… Ice.” Was all he managed to say as he stepped into the room, shivering as the cold hit him.

You smiled awkwardly, unnaturally, “hey.”

“So when Cassian said you turned his room into ice… he meant this?” Rhysand asked and you nodded, awkwardly shifting your weight on your feet. His eyes took in your form and you almost covered your face, but you didn’t. Because the one person who knew all your flaws and ugliness was your High Lord, and he accepted you that way.

It wasn’t a pretty sight when you lost control. As a winterling lesser, the powers that you had were all ice ones. You could wield ice from your fingertips, and when distress happened upon your body— ice bloomed through your flesh, because your blood turned cold. You weren’t good at controlling them; so when anxiety hit you, your veins turned black and you froze everything around you.

Every vein in your body was noticeable, your eyes were white, and you were covered in ice.

Rhysand was probably disgusted by you.

“Azriel says you’ve been cooped up here since game night. Says you won’t open the door for him.” Rhysand stated as he looked around your room, blinking slowly as he took in all of your belongings being frozen.

“For him. But I opened the door for you,” you answered sheepishly.

“He let me know what happened… that night when he went to get you outside… I…” You put your hand up when he said those words.

“I know. I know. He doesn’t like me. I was stupid to complain about a sweater. I mean, my audacity, right?” You laughed dryly. Rhysand frowned, eyeing you— then eyeing your room.

With a snap of his fingers, your room was back to normal. “We’re going out to Rita’s tonight, join us,” Rhysand stated simply, and you were about to decline, but his stern gaze told you that it was a command— not a suggestion.

“I would much rather stay in,” you try anyways. Rhysand shakes his head. “So you could drown in ice and self pity? Get a grip, darling.”

You don’t admit that it hurts. It was not self pity, it was self hate, loathing. You ultimately nod, because you know he is not gonna let you just wallow in your sadness even though it’s all that you want. “Talk to him,” Rhysand said before winnowing away.

You scoffed at nothing. Absolutely not. If he rejected you, which you were sure he would, it would cause you more self hate than you could ever deal with.

You got ready that night in your usual attire. Glittering gowns with diamonds that resembled little snowflakes, reminiscent of your origins. You would look at the clock as you did your hair, and when ten pm rolled around and Azriel did not knock like every other night that week— your whole life was ruined.

At eleven you called for Rhysand in your mind so he could take you down to Rita’s and that he did, though the flight was silent. You were not very fond of him ordering you to hang out when you were miserable.

At Rita’s, you wanted to die.

Azriel was there, sitting silently next to Elain. And instantly your evil mind was hoping she got poisoned by the cocktail she was gently and elegantly sipping.

You truly were unlovable and unlikeable, huh?

You could feel those hazel eyes on you, though no shadows came to greet you. You did not dare meet his gaze because you were sure you would hurl ice all over the floor, so you rushed to find your High Lady and Mor who were chatting by the bar.

They greeted you happily, chatting you up over things you could care less about— because how could you focus when you could see everyone fawning over the shadowsinger in your peripheral vision. He was so magnetic to every fae that it was almost obnoxious.

Feyre started talking about the mating bond with Mor, indulging her in a debate about whether all mates were meant to be. All you could do was fantasize about you and Azriel, mismatched as you may be, surprising the whole court by being mates.

A fae can dream.

A male appeared out of the blue— a handsome male— and he asked you to dance. You indulged him. It was better than standing there pretending to care about Feyre and Mor’s conversation. You loved them, but your mind was elsewhere.

The male danced to the music, swaying along with you, his eyes focused on your white ones. “Shit… I can imagine you sucking my cock with those looking up at me… a perfect lesser fuck,” you gasped at his lewd words because, what the fuck?!

Your heart thudded and you smelled danger, so you gave him an awkward smile and stepped back from him, only for him to snake one strong arm around your waist, tugging you close. “I-Uh, have to go,” you chuckled nervously, looking around for your friends, though the sea of people dancing made it near impossible for you to see their usual booth.

“What does a little lesser like you have to do that is better than being with me?” He asked, leaning down to your ear, an act that sent shivers down your spine. Fear. Which was stupid because you were a spy for the Night Court, you could handle him.

Before you could even snap at him, his hand groped your behind, causing you to gasp and push him away— but in that moment he was stronger, so he tugged you right back to his bulky body. “Who do you think you are?” You scoffed at him, a snarl on your face.

“I’m taking you home tonight, lesser.”

“Over my dead body.” The man stumbled backwards as he looked over your shoulder, to the shadowsinger that had appeared between the crowd. Every fae in the room turned to look at Azriel, at the icy rage that surfaced on his perfect face. He parted the crowd as he stood there, his wings tucked tight as he glared at the High Fae that had been harassing you.

A comforting shadow slinked to you, wrapping around your icy wrist gently. Its gentleness was a stark contrast to the sheer anger it’s master exuded from his being.

“Fuck… I didn’t know… didn’t know she was yours, shadowsinger.”

“Now you know not to fucking touch my mate.”

-

Author’s Note:

this definitely needs a part three i know

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[thiswaytwoinfinity]

it’s a bad idea, right? - part 1: can’t two people reconnect

Jake “Hangman” Seresin x reader • inspired by sleeping with other people

Warnings: no use of y/n or physical description of reader except they have hair that can be tucked behind their ears, implied smut, this chapter is fine but future installments will be 18+

It’s finally here! Thank you to everyone for being so supportive and patient about this fic; I was dealing with some rough personal stuff and lost all my inspiration but it’s back now and I’m happy to be writing about everyone’s favorite cocky flyboy.

There’s something about a sticky summer night when you’re 22 that makes you feel more alive than you’ve ever been.

It’s the third bar that your new roommates have dragged you to tonight, there’s a cocktail sweating in your hand and the bass from the stereo thudding through your head. You’re not sure if the grin on your face is from the watching all of the wannabe cowboys go flying off the mechanical bull in mere milliseconds or from the possibilities of newfound adulthood laid out in front of you. In this moment, it’s hard to imagine that you were ever scared about moving halfway across the country — away from your family, your hometown and your high school sweetheart who always thought you’d move home after college — to Austin.

In this moment, you feel free. You feel invincible. You feel like this is a night you’ll remember for the rest of your life.

 

“Okay, the bar is a madhouse but I managed to get another round!” Anna shouts as she makes her way back to the table, tossing her long dark hair behind her before plopping the tray of shots down in front of you and your new friends. “And there’s a new rule!”

Everyone groans in unison; Anna loves to make up drinking games, handing out shots and beers with a new rule or bet that is guaranteed to leave someone embarrassed before the night’s over.

“Oh, stop. Shit like this is how we become lifelong best friends, trust me, I read about it online,” she fires back, rolling her eyes and handing shots to you and the three other girls at the table before taking one in hand. “It’s simple. Last one to finish their shot has to ride the mechanical bull.”

“Bitch, are you trying to kill us?” Erin asks, shooting a sideways glance at Katie, who’s eyeing up her shot glass like she’s trying to strategize the best way to drink it. The two of them are sisters — “Irish twins, it’s a whole thing,” Erin explained when you first moved in — are hyper-competitive and curse like sailors. You loved them instantly.

Your tiny hope of not being the one to end up on the bull dies when you look over at Taylor, who managed to throw back her tequila when nobody was watching. “What?!” she asks, curls bobbing in the bun on top of her head as she takes in everyone’s looks of confusion and frustration. “Anna never said we had to start at the same time.”

It’s like a starting pistol went off at the end of her sentence because before you know it, Erin and Katie are both biting into limes while Anna is swallowing down the liquor with a grimace. Shit.

You do your best to catch up but it’s too late. You, the girl who grew up nowhere near Texas and have never actually seen a bull in real life, are going to have to ride one in front of this entire bar.

Years later you won’t remember the details of the bet, how your friends whooped and hollered as you made your way over to the bull with shaky knees or how the operator took pity on you when you immediately slid off and offered you a second try. The song that was playing is lost to time, as is the actual feeling of riding the bull for a whole half second.

What you will remember, though, is sliding across the tarp to rest right by a group of athletic looking guys and the strong, tan hand that reached down to help you stand up.

You’ll remember the backwards Longhorns cap on his head, the way his green eyes flashed with amusement and the blinding white of his smile as he helped you to your feet, hand lingering just a moment too long in yours. You’ll remember the way it felt like someone had set off fireworks inside of you, fingers tingling where they touched his skin and your stomach swooping like you were on a roller coaster.

You’ll remember exactly what he said to you: “Well, that was definitely the most entertaining attempt of the night.”

You giggled, a little dazed by his chiseled features, by the way he seemed to only see you in that moment, by the force of his charisma.

 “I’m Jake. What’s your name, beautiful?”

 

For a Thursday night, the Hard Deck was surprisingly packed.

The Daggers had managed to claim their usual spot by the pool table, but despite their cramped quarters they practically had to shout over the sounds of drunken sailors and the oldies blasting out of the jukebox to be heard. The table next to Bob was crowded with beer bottles, the bespectacled WSO having waved off Penny when she stopped by to clear them, promising the group would clean up after themselves. Natasha and Bradley were in the middle of some kind of dumb darts competition, being heckled by Bob and a tipsy Rueben, who had his arm slung around the former’s shoulders for balance.

Jake took in the scenery, smug grin on his face, before sinking his final pool ball with a flourish.

“And that’s game, gentlemen,” he said, turning to Javy and Mickey, who were shaking their heads with frustration.

“Can’t believe I let you talk me into betting against him,” Mickey sighed, shuffling through his wallet for a $20 bill. Javy just shrugged and threw a playful punch against his friend’s shoulder, before asking for a rematch.

“Let that be a lesson, Fanboy,” Jake chuckled, making a big show of examining the bill before pocketing it. “Never bet against Jake Seresin. They call me a golden boy for a reason.”

“Who’s ‘they?’ Everyone we know just calls you a dick,” Nat called out, making her way back to the table for her drink. Taking a look at the chaos on the table, she rolled her eyes before starting to gather up a handful of empty bottles. “C’mon, Fanboy. Help me clear some of these and I’ll buy you a beer to drown your sorrows in.”

He ran over to help, allowing Javy to slide over to Jake and elbow his buddy in the side.

“10 o’clock, there’s a whole table of pretty ladies. The blonde’s had her eye on you all night and her friend with the locs is crazy hot,” he murmured, as Jake took a subtle look over at the table in question. 5 or 6 women were crammed into a booth, and judging by the tiara on one of their heads, they were out celebrating a birthday. “Wingman?” the younger aviator asked, holding out his fist for Jake to bump it.

For a half second, he contemplated turning his best friend down.

It wasn’t like Jake wasn’t attracted to the blonde, who was, indeed making eyes at him from across the room. She was exactly his type, all bright smiles and smokey bedroom eyes, her curves and long legs poured into tight jeans. She had an air of confidence that made it clear she knew just how hot she was.

He knew that if he strolled over and gave her his best All-American smile and some of that Southern charm, he could probably win her over. They’d flirt and dance a bit and then he’d drive them back to one of their places, have some decent-to-excellent sex and he’d be asleep shortly after midnight.

It seemed fun. It seemed obvious. It seemed, quite honestly, a little boring to him.

Maybe it was because he turned 35 a few months ago and the idea of going home to his own bed after a night out was starting to seem more and more appealing to him. Maybe it was because he spent so much time trying to convince his fellow Daggers that he wasn’t a complete asshole that he didn’t want to risk them changing their minds again.

Or maybe he was just a little jealous.

Jake would see the way Rueben’s face lit up when he talked about his wife, how he would brag about every milestone his 3-year-old daughter was reaching. He felt awkward about his lack of wedding knowledge when a pink-eared Bob would ask the squad for their opinion on something for his upcoming nuptials. He’d try to ignore the weird sinking feeling in his stomach when he’d overhead Nat and Mickey picking out a restaurant for their weekly brunch double date with their respective girlfriends.

And despite the fact that he had spent most of his adult life doing whatever he could to avoid those kinds of situations, now he was starting to wonder if maybe … maybe he’d be a little happier if he had been able to settle down with someone of his own.

Oof. That thought made Jake’s chest tighten uncomfortably. So he pushed it down, smiled as wide as he could and first bumped Javy. “Wingmen for life, Coyote. Lead the way.”

 

If you had to spend one more minute squeezed up against this bar, wedged between a couple aggressively making out and a trio of rowdy Navy men who were trying to sing along to Queen, you were going to scream.

“Just come for a drink or two. This place is super chill for a Navy bar, I promise,” you muttered darkly under your breath, repeating the words your friend and new coworker had used to convince you to come out tonight.

Between a frantic weekend spent unpacking all of your belongings into your new studio apartment and a very long first week at your new job, all you had wanted to do was bury yourself under a blanket and watch Real Housewives until your brain melted out of your ears.

But you were trying to be more social. You wanted to focus more on your friendships. Do things that were good for you. That was the whole point of this move.

So instead, you were leaning so far over the bar top that you could feel the edge digging into your ribs, shouting a drink order at the (admittedly, very sweet and slightly overwhelmed) bartender. She had just placed the two beers and margarita you had asked for down in front of you when another hand appeared and tried to snatch them up.

“Hey!” you yelled, tossing the bills in your hand onto the bar as you reached up to catch the offender by the wrist before they made off with your hard-won drinks. “Asshole! Drop them, those are my beers! What the fuck?”

You swiped up the cocktail with your free hand, lest it meet the same fate and turned around to see what kind of absolute monster thought they had the right to steal drinks.

Annoyingly, he was beautiful.

Tall and broad, with sun-kissed skin and a blindingly-white smile, which held a hint of sheepishness as he realized that he had been caught red handed. There was something familiar about the way he ducked his head a little, before peering at you from beneath his eyelashes.

“Sorry about that, ma’am. I thought those were mine. Didn’t mean to steal from you,” his low, twangy drawl went right through you, settling warm and comfortingly in your stomach. “I’d offer to buy you a drink to make it up to you, but, well …”

Texas. That’s where that accent is from, you thought, instantly being transported back to your nursing school program in Austin. How many wannabe cowboys had spoken with that same drawl, trying to charm you and your friends during a night out? Not too many of them had succeeded with you, especially not after —

“Jake? Jake Seresin!?”

It had to be him. You’d know that smile anywhere, had seen those green eyes in your dreams for far too long after you both had moved on. He was bigger now, muscles more pronounced and jaw more defined, more of those cheeky smile lines creasing around his eyes. His voice was deeper too, some of his accent smoothed out after years in the military, but it had to be.

He swore under his breath, eyes widening as he made the connection as well. He practically whispered your name, as if it felt a bit rusty on his tongue, but the second you nodded, he repeated it louder, warmer, like he was slipping back into his favorite jacket.

“Shit, how long’s it been?” Jake wondered aloud, looking you up and down as if to make a note of every infinitesimal change that had occurred since you last saw each other. “You look amazing, darling. Beautiful as ever.”

You rolled your eyes but felt your cheeks heating up at his compliment. Jake always had a way of making you feel like the most special person in the room — but then again, he made everyone feel that way, as you later found out. “You look good too, Seresin. Like a proper, respectable Navy man,” you concede, though the words don’t sound nearly as begrudging as you hoped.

You’re rewarded with one of those thousand-watt grins and for a second, you’re back in a Texas dive bar, flirting with the most handsome man you’ve ever seen to the tune of some cheesy country-rap remix.

“I am good,” Jake promises, eyes locked on yours, and you think he might be back there with you, leaning up against the jukebox, the floors sticky under your feet. “I don’t know how respectable I am, but I am definitely good.”

His voice drags out that sentence, low and flirtatious, and butterflies fill your stomach the same way they did all those years ago. You can practically feel the ghost of his big hands on your hips, your lower back, caressing your cheek as the world disappeared around you that night, just the two of you creating your own little world in the corner of that dingy bar. Your lips part — to say what, exactly, you’re not sure — and you see his eyes drop to them for just a moment before —

The woman behind the bar calls out “Hangman!” with a tone of voice that makes it clear that it’s not the first time she’s said it and you both startle and turn to see her holding four bottles of beer out towards Jake, a look of exhaustion on her face. He jumps forward to take them, apologies pouring from his lips and he pointedly shoves several bills into the tip jar in order to earn an eye roll and a small smile from her. Two sweating bottles in each hand, he turns back to you and almost seems a bit relieved that you’re still standing there. (As if you’ve ever been able to walk away from him.)

“I have to drop these off with my friends,” Jake says, nodding to a table somewhere behind you, “And you should probably get those drinks to the people who sent you over here. But do — do you wanna catch up? There’s a deck out back with some tables, it’s usually pretty quiet this time of night.” He waits for you to nod, before pressing a quick kiss to your cheekbone. “I’ll meet you in five minutes.”

With one more charming smile, he’s off into the crowd and — not for the first time in your life — you’re left speechless and a little stunned, staring after Jake Seresin.

 

You’re not sure if the goosebumps on your arms are from the chill of the California evening or the way that Jake hasn’t stopped staring at you since he joined you outside on the deck. You shift slightly against the wooden bench of the picnic table, overwhelmed by the intensity of having all of the blonde’s attention on you again for the first time in a decade.

“So …” you begin, and your voice seems to startle Jake out of his thoughts slightly. “You’re a California boy now? I never thought you’d ever leave Texas.”

He grins and shakes his head slightly. “Well, when Top Gun calls and offers you a permanent station, you’d be a fool not to accept. And not to brag, but they do only offer that to the best of the best.”

“Please, Seresin. You love to brag,” you fire back, watching those green eyes sparkle with mischief.

“Well, it’s not bragging if it’s the truth. And the truth is, darling, that I am one hell of a pilot.” Jake takes a swig from his beer, before leaning a bit closer into you, like he wants to study your reactions. “What about you? What brings you out to sunny San Diego?”

“New job,” you say shortly, shrugging your shoulders as nonchalantly as possible. “Moved from the ICU to the ED, so I figured a change of location would go well with a change of pace.”

Your smile doesn’t quite meet your eyes and you hope he can’t tell. There’s no reason to tell your ex — boyfriend? Fling? — whatever that you followed a guy out here, especially since that whole — relationship? Affair? Complete and utter heartbreaking disaster? — situation crashed and burned almost immediately.

“Mmhmm,” Jake says, as if he can tell that’s not the whole story, and he takes another sip before seemingly deciding to let you off the hook. “And what did you boyfriend have to say about moving halfway across the country? Or did someone manage to finally lock you down after all these years?”

There’s a small, sinking feeling in your stomach as you think about the real reason you moved here for a brief, heartbreaking second.

“No boyfriend. No husband, either,” you say, wiggling your left hand at him in order to illustrate your point, and clock the way his eyes almost look relieved by the sight of your empty finger. “What about you, Seresin? Where’s your sweet, Southern wife?”

He laughs, a little cocky but a little hollow at the same time. “You know I don’t really do commitment, darlin’,” he jokes and, boy, do you, nights of watching him flirt with other girls while you pouted in the corner of the bar flashing in your brain. You take a long swallow of your beer — just like you used to swallow down your pride back then — and roll your eyes at him.

“I swear, you look exactly the same when you roll your eyes like that,” Jake says, his smile softening around the edges. “Nobody ever managed to make it quite as cutting as you.”

“Nobody’s ever been quite as annoying as you,” you fire back, but there’s no real heat behind it. Jake’s eye light up like you just gave him a compliment rather than pointing out that he knew exactly how to press your buttons when you were younger.

“I seem to remember you used to like it when I was able to make your eyes roll. Or, at least, when I could make them roll back into your head …”

You sigh, doing your best not to let on how much that comment made your face heat with decade-old memories of you two tangled up in your sheets. “There it is …” you begin, but he just leans into you a little more, those green eyes traveling all over your face as he speaks.

“I’m just reminiscing, that’s all. Can ya blame me? You’re still so beautiful …” Jake responds, one hand reaching out to gently tuck some of your hair behind your ear. His fingers brush against your cheek as he pulls away and you hope you can explain away the goosebumps that erupt on your skin as a product of the ocean breeze. “And I spent a lot of time trying to get you all worked up back then. Force of habit.”

You could give into it.

Allow the sheer force of Jake’s charisma and good looks to carry you away on a wave of old memories. The chemistry that always fizzled between you is clearly still there, the butterflies that have laid dormant in your stomach all this time just waiting for an excuse to be let free once again. It would be easy.

And it would be good — you two had always been good at the physical stuff. He was so gorgeous in so many ways and surprisingly generous when you were in bed. (Jake always took pride in being the best of the best, after all).

But once you woke up tomorrow morning, after all of the awkward goodbyes and the promises to call, then what? Jake Seresin doesn’t commit; he made that clear.

And you were still bruised from your last mess of a relationship, your heart feeling tender and aching in your chest most days. There’s no way that this doesn’t end the same way it did a decade ago, with you sobbing uncontrollably and Jake moving on to the next beautiful girl who manages to hold his attention.

So, with a self-control you didn’t even know you possessed, you pull yourself out of Jake’s undertow.

“Seresin, I … that’s probably a bad idea,” you say softly, eyes dropping down to the tabletop in between you. “I just got out of a relationship and I’m not in a place —”

He cuts you off by tilting your chin up to look at him and then making a point to pull his hands back and keep them to himself.

“Hey, hey, I get it. No worries. I don’t want to make you uncomfortable or anything, darlin’” Jake explains in a rush. “I’m sorry about that. Like I said, force of habit.”

You huff out a laugh and another eye roll and you can see him fight a grin at your reaction. “Only you would describe flirting with someone as a habit, Jake.”

“Well, I’m one of a kind.”

“Shut up, Seresin,” you giggle, glad to be back on solid, friendly ground with him.

 Two hours later, Jake sent you off with a hug and his phone number as you and your friend climbed into an Uber and set off for home. She had a few questions about the “dreamboat” of a Naval aviator that you had apparently dated back in school, but was a little too excited about recounting her own evening to push you for details. It wasn’t until you arrived back at your apartment and collapsed on your couch that you realized Jake had been texting you the whole time you were in the car.

Unknown: It’s Jake 🫡😜🤠⭐️🍻🏈😉

Unknown: Hope you get home safe, beautiful. It was great to catch up with you.

Unknown: And I would be an embarrassment to the U.S. Navy if I didn’t at least offer to be your tour guide around San Diego

Unknown: I know all the best spots after all

Unknown: So text me if you want to grab lunch or something

Unknown: Or if you finally want to learn how to surf

Unknown: But give me fair warning beforehand, I remember how bad your balance is lol

 

You: lol I forgot you text every single thought in your brain

You: but having a tour guide sounds nice

You: we could get brunch this weekend and you can give me the highlights?

 

You had only just begun to take your shoes off, resigned to finally get off the couch, when your phone pinged.

 

Jake 🤠 🧡: I know just the place

You gave his text a quick thumbs up and got ready for bed smiling the whole time.

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Comments and reblogs are always appreciated! I don’t know if I’m going to have a regular schedule with this or anything, but I will do my best! Thank you for reading about the absolute menace that is Jake Seresin

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[pluviowriting]

Her Biggest Fan

Word Count: 3.6k

beater!Garreth Weasley x f!Hufflepuff!seeker!MC

Content Warnings: SMUT, characters aged up, established relationship, language, oral (f!receiving), fingering, unprotected pinv sex(don’t try this at home, use protection), creampie, size kink, praise kink, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, munch Garreth (he needs a warning imo), aftercare

Enjoy this brainworm that was born of a night of me, @marketfreshfics and @ellivenollivander thirsting over men in crop tops <3

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There were few things Garreth Weasley loved more than quidditch. Being able to play again after Headmaster Black banned it fifth year felt like a breath of fresh air. He wasn’t the only student that had been excited at the start of their sixth year. Imelda Reyes had thrown a celebration so rowdy, some students feared that he would cancel the season again to punish them for it. There had been no incidents during sixth year too, which meant he had been able to play his favorite game during his last year too. While Garreth was disappointed that Gryffindor hadn’t made it to the quidditch cup, he wasn't having a bad time in the stands.

He was surrounded by a sea of golden yellow, staring across the pitch at the rival sea of emerald green. His own teammates were beside him and they were all causing a scene cheering for Hufflepuff. Arguably, after him, Natty and Leander were the loudest. He had help from his seeker in making his championship outfit. He wanted to ensure that he was the biggest Hufflepuff fan in the stands, not just MC’s - because the latter was a given. She had helped him transfigure MC’s practice jersey, after stealing it from her dorm that morning with some assistance from Poppy Sweeting, into a slightly loose fitting cropped tee. With summer fast approaching, he had anticipated the weather being warmer, and he was glad he was right. His girlfriend’s house took up the entire front of the crop top, and the back was reserved for her last name. His face lit up as he watched her fly directly in front of where he and his friends sat, flying around the pitch like she had been born on a broom instead of only flying for the last two years.

“Woo! MC!” He cupped his hands around his mouth and hollered after her as loud as he could.

She took a break from hunting for the golden glint of the snitch and looked towards where she heard her boyfriend’s voice come from. She was instantly filled with regret. What was meant to be a quick glance and a wink turned into an ogling session. She was clenching her jaw to keep it from falling all the way to the grass of the pitch as she saw him in her house colors. She had no idea where he had found that shirt, but it fit him perfectly, cutting off an inch or two above his belly button and showing off his toned stomach from his own quidditch workouts. Her eyes trailed down the copper happy trail she was intimately familiar with until she reached the waistband of his pants and she couldn’t see any further. Her eyes moved up, observing his broad chest and his arms. The sleeves were skin tight on his biceps, which seemed to bulge even when he wasn’t trying.

‘Godsdamned beater arms,’ she internally cursed, but her eyes were still stuck on him and moving upwards until she caught his face.

Her eyes found her favorite shade of green and realized she had been caught staring instead of playing her game. Her boyfriend winked at her before turning to show her his back. That was when it clicked what he was wearing and she knew she was going to either kill or worship Natsai Onai later for nicking it from her dorm. Seeing her last name across his broad back made her debate abandoning the game and taking her boyfriend into the prep tent and casting a muffling charm, but thankfully Amit’s broadcasted voice finally snapped her out of her daze.

“It looks like Reyes has spotted the snitch and she’s making a break towards it!”

Her eyes grew wide and she whipped around, looking for Imelda and hoping to catch a glimpse of gold as she headed that way. As she flew away, she once again heard her name and she pushed just a little harder. Thankfully, with the practice she had and the upgrades from her fifth year, it wasn’t hard to catch up to Imelda, but the Slytherin still had an advantage.

MC still hadn’t spotted the snitch.

Knowing her competition was far too competitive to try and throw her off course when she could see what they were both after, she just stuck to Slytherin’s captain.

It felt like they were soaring through and around the pitch for hours before Imelda finally slowed down.

“What happened Melda? Lose it?” She taunted, a smirk settled on her lips as she tried to catch her breath.

“Go back to eye fucking Weasley. Don’t worry about the snitch, I’ll catch it for you.”

MC just laughed before leaving the Slytherin captain behind. She wasn’t going to find it any faster sitting there and talking trash. As she flew around, using every ounce of self control to not let her gaze drift back to the Hufflepuff side of the stands for longer than it took for her to try and find a glint of gold against the yellow, she could still hear Garreth’s voice no matter where she was. Even next to the Slytherin stands, she could hear him over the jeers from the field of green and silver.

Then, there it was. The golden snitch.

MC didn’t even spare a glance at Imelda as she gave chase to the tiny flying ball. She heard Amit announce that she had found it this time and she knew that if Imelda hadn’t spotted it earlier, she’d be on her tail soon enough.

“Come on, you bastard,” she huffed, trying to will her broom to move faster.

She didn’t let up as she realized she was gaining on it, her gaze laser focused. Not wanting to lose her chance, she shot her arm out and almost screamed when she felt her fingers wrap around the cold metal.

The second it registered, she held her closed fist over her head and she diverted her broom to move back towards the center of the pitch.

“MC caught the snitch! Hufflepuff wins the cup!”

The second everyone’s favorite Ravenclaw finished announcing her accomplishment, another voice boomed through the open air.

“That’s my girl! That’s my fucking girl!”

MC laughed, immediately swarmed by her teammates as they all landed, but her eyes never left the stands. She blew a kiss up towards where she knew Garreth was sitting before she let herself get swallowed up by the excitement.

~~~~~

Leaving the team tent, still on a high, she intended to look for Garreth. She didn’t have to look far, and really she didn’t have to look at all. The moment he saw her leave the tent, his arms were wrapped around her waist and he lifted her off the ground in his embrace.

“There she is! The hero of Hufflepuff!”

MC laughed, her face buried in his neck. “You are a terror. I could hear you over the Slytherins.”

“Just means that I’m doing my job as your personal cheerleader.”

He set her down with a wink, leaning down to press his lips to hers in a tender kiss. She reciprocated, her touch just as sweet as his. Her hands moved from his shoulders down to his exposed sides and her thumbs started rubbing circles into his skin.

“I see that. You’ve got the uniform and everything, sneaky boy.” She hummed as she moved her lips to his neck, still dragging her fingers across his bare skin. “I could really go for a bath. It would be a terrible, terrible shame if I broke into the prefect bathroom alone while everyone else was celebrating my victory...”

“Well, I’m sure you’re exhausted from all that flying. Perhaps I should accompany you. To make sure the stairs don’t give you any trouble.” Garreth taunted her right back, gently squeezing her hips. “Come along, champion.”

~~~~~

The second the bathroom door closed behind them, MC cast a locking charm and turned her attention to Garreth. Her lips were on his in an instant, this kiss needier than the one he had graced her with when they reunited after the game.

“I cannot believe,” she huffed, pulling back slightly to start ridding herself of her quidditch uniform, “you turned my practice jersey into something so revealing…”

“My only regret is almost costing you the game. I didn’t realize you’d have such a…reaction.”

Garreth’s eyes dipped from her face to her bare breasts as she managed to get them free from the confines of her clothes. He truly thought she was the most gorgeous witch he had ever seen. He backed her up against the wall, kissing his way down her neck until he took one of her nipples in his mouth. He hummed at the taste of her skin, his gaze flicking up to her face as he kissed across her chest to make sure her other breast got the same attention. Satisfied with his work, he kissed his way down MC’s torso and left a trail of pale marks in his wake. Settling on his knees, he pulled back slightly to look up at the woman of his dreams. He didn’t need to look at his hands while removing the rest of her uniform, which allowed him to soak in just how amazing she looked from this angle.

“Merlin, MC. So. Fucking. Pretty. Perfect. Gorgeous.”

Every compliment was punctuated with a kiss to her inner thigh. Once he reached his destination, he spread her with his fingers and moaned at the sight.

“Hello pretty,” he murmured before licking up with the flat of his tongue.

Feeling his tongue moving through her folds and flicking over her clit immediately removed the question of if he was truly talking to her pussy from her mind. A low moan fell from her lips as her hands tangled in his copper hair. Her head dropped back against the wall and she felt him lifting one of her legs to rest over his shoulder. She looked down and almost moaned at the sight. Garreth was looking up at her, his lips were wrapped around her clit and she could feel him alternating between sucking and using his tongue to rub circles. The hottest thing about this angle was seeing that her thigh was practically the size of his shoulder. Quidditch had done wonders for her physique, and she understood the phrase “broom thighs” when she’d look at herself in the mirror. However, if the sport had done wonders for her, it had done miracles for her boyfriend.

Not only did Garreth also develop some of the sturdiest broom thighs MC had seen, but that effect just carried to every other muscle in his body too. Regular practices paired with the growth spurts he had hit the last two years, it constantly felt like he just towered over her. His strength was also a bonus that they enjoyed exploring on the nights they’d spend in the Room of Requirement, tangled in sheets from a conjured bed.

He could see her eyes going unfocused and one corner of his mouth turned up. He sucked her clit with extra force as he pushed two fingers into her. His smirk only grew as it pulled a loud moan from her. His fingers didn’t stop pumping into her as he pulled back.

“There you are, pretty girl. You were going somewhere on me.”

If she wasn’t already flushed from the pleasure coursing through every inch of her body, him calling her out would’ve caused color to flood her cheeks.

“I uh. I wa-as looking at my thigh on your shoulder.”

The Gryffindor chuckled, turning his head to plant a kiss on the thigh she was talking about. He knew MC well enough to be able to conclude what was running through her head.

“Yeah? This pretty thigh? Comparing size are you? So much smaller than me, aren’t you, pretty girl. Can’t toss you around in here but I can do this.”

She gasped as his free hand moved, lifting her other leg and hooking it over his shoulder so she was now sitting on his shoulders against the wall with his face buried in her cunt. Without another word, his mouth found its way back to her clit while he continued to pump his fingers in and out of her aching walls. His free hand settled on her hip, as if he was trying to ensure she didn’t fall.

MC felt her orgasm building, and her grip on her boyfriend’s hair grew impossibly tighter as she tried to push him into her more. Her walls fluttered around his fingers and his pace seemed to pick up, his fingers curling up in search of the spot he knew would make her scream.

“Gare–” She tried to warn him but she was cut off by a loud moan as his fingers found what they were searching for.

“I know, pretty girl. I can feel it. Cum for me. Be a good girl and let me taste you.”

Her moans only grew louder as he pushed her towards her orgasm, and her back arched off the wall as it hit with a cry of his name. Garreth only slowed for a moment, letting MC start to come down from what would be her first orgasm of the day before he ramped back up. He added a third finger and his mouth was working her clit like he had been starved his entire life. 

“Ah~! Garreth!” She was trying to push his head away one second and pulling him closer the next. “‘S too much! Please!”

He chuckled against her, his eyes looking up at her as if he was asking her if it was really too much. Unfortunately - or fortunately, really - Garreth knew her body practically as well as MC did. He knew she could keep going after he pulled one from her, and he’d be damned if he wasn’t ready to drown in her and suffocate between her thighs. It would be a lie to say he wasn’t trying either. After pulling two more orgasms from MC with his tongue and fingers, he slowly lowered her legs back to the ground. The lower half of his face glistened with the arousal he had drawn from her body, and in moments, his aptly named cheerleader outfit was on the ground and he was as bare as she was.

MC’s eyes immediately dropped, taking in the sight that was his hardened cock. She had seen him naked several times at this point, but she always stared at him naked. He somehow looked even bigger without clothes, his muscles on display and accentuating just how pretty his cock was. She knew from experience that it was the perfect size, and that the happy trail she had admired when he was in the stands led to a trimmed patch of copper curls she loved to bury her nose in when she took him down her throat.

There was no warning before he hoisted her up, unceremoniously kicking their clothes towards the edge of the pool sized bath before he submerged the both of them in the warm water. His lips found hers, and she could taste herself when his tongue found its way into her mouth. Recognizing the taste caused her to moan, her hips moving and grinding against his cock, the head catching her clit perfectly.

“So needy, aren’t you, pretty girl? Didn’t I just give you three orgasms and you still need more? What happened to it being too much?”

“Garreth, please.” She whined, pouting her kiss swollen lips at him.

“You know I can’t say no when you look at me like that, baby. Plus, I’m supposed to be rewarding my champion.”

He moved them through the water, turning MC to face away from him. Instead she faced the pile of their clothes at the edge of the tub. She looked back at Garreth with her eyebrows furrowed and he met her gaze with a grin.

“When you eventually hit the point where you can’t hold yourself up anymore, you can rest your head on our clothes.”

She held the edge of the tub, and soon felt her hips get lifted to the point even her tiptoes weren’t touching the bottom. She felt the head of Garreth’s cock drag up and down her slit a couple times before he pushed into her.

“Fuck, MC. Fuckin’ made to take me, weren’t you?”

She moaned at the feeling of her walls stretching to accommodate him, and she only grew louder when he started moving. The water around them splashed up and over the lip of the tub, but both were too lost in each other to truly care. Their moans echoed off the tiles around them, filling the room with the sound of their voices.

One of Garreth’s hands moved down, his fingers rubbing tight circles around MC’s clit. He could feel her walls fluttering around his cock, signaling how close she was.

“Come on, pretty girl. Cum on my cock. You know I want it, give it to me.” He growled in her ear, snapping his hips harder.

She gave him what he wanted moments later, when he pinched the bundle of nerves. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head, and as Garreth had predicted, she fell forward and rested her arms on the edge.

“That’s it. Good girl. My good girl.”

Feeling his own orgasm swiftly approaching, he didn’t alter his pace. His fingers resumed their harsh assault, trying to push her into a fifth orgasm by the time he came.

“Just one more, MC. Wanna feel you milk me when I fill this pretty little cunt. I know you can do it. Unless you want me to pull out…”

She gasped at his threat, frantically shaking her head. “No, please no. Cum in me. Please cum in me.”

Garreth grinned, working the both of them towards a mutual orgasm. Feeling her walls squeezing his cock like a vice and hearing her screaming his name pulled his own orgasm from him. He buried her face in her neck, biting down gently as he groaned. MC whimpered, feeling his cock throbbing with every spurt of cum he filled her with.

Slightly regaining his own senses, Garreth released her neck, gently kissing the mark he had left behind. As he looked at it, he chuckled softly. MC would be able to cast a glamor charm to hide it, but he knew she’d be frustrated he had left something so visible to begin with. He hadn’t meant to, and he was usually very good at keeping any marks to where the two of them would be the only witnesses, but it had been too much this time.

“Merlin, you’re beautiful.” He spoke softly, pressing a kiss between her shoulder blades as he carefully pulled out of her beneath the water.

They both tried to catch their breath before cleaning themselves up, and MC was so spent she was just allowing herself to float amongst the bubbles. Garreth gently pulled her towards the stairs so he could sit and wash her hair for her. Tilting her head back with her chin, to get her hair completely soaked one more time, he settled in. He ensured she was comfortable on his lap before filling one of his palms with shampoo before his nails were scratching against her scalp.

MC practically purred in his lap, even if having to keep her own head upright felt like a task at the moment. She had always loved Garreth playing with her hair, and it was sweet that he’d wash it for her after effectively turning all of her bones to jello.

“I’m so proud of you, MC. Did so fucking brilliant in that game.” He dipped and pressed a kiss to the tip of her nose. “Did so fucking perfect for me too. Always take what I give you so well. Make me feel so good. Make me feel so loved. I love you, pretty girl.”

A tired hum left her lips, which were spreading into a giddy smile. “I love you too, Garreth.”

After soaking and debating whether or not MC really needed to make an appearance at the celebration they were going to be extremely fashionably late to (she did), the Gryffindor was walking around and collecting their clothes. Deciding to take the lazy way, since most of them were already wet, he dunked them into the soapy water and dried them with a charm. He turned his head to say something, and was stopped by the look MC was giving him.

“What? Why are you looking at me like that?”

“That is how you’re deciding our clothes are clean? Need I remind you what’s fucking floating around in this water?”

He raised an eyebrow at her before casting scourgify and raising an eyebrow. “Is that better, your highness? It’s not my fault you needed to jump my bones so badly that neither of us had a chance to figure out other clothes.”

She huffed, rolling her eyes, but she was trying to hide a smile. “Whatever.”

He folded their clothes so they’d sit neatly on one of the shelves before he went to retrieve MC from the still warm water. Her legs were still a little weak, but the more she walked, the easier it was. By the time the two were dried and fully clothed again, she had started walking like normal.

“Hmm. I’ll have to do better tonight if you’re already walking fine. Come on, pretty girl. I’m ready to share you with people for a while.”

She laughed softly, taking his hand as the two snuck back out of the prefect bathroom and down to the party they were missing on the shore of the Black Lake.

#sebastian sallow #hogwarts legacy #hogwarts legacy fic #ominis gaunt #garreth weasley #gryffindor #slytherin #hufflepuff #ravenclaw #garreth x f!mc #garreth x mc #hogwarts legacy garreth

[ash-says]

Handling curiosity so the cat doesn't get killed:

We all have been there at least once in our life where we allowed the curiosity to get the best of us and instantly regretted the decision. Being extremely mercurial in nature it comes naturally to me. To be curious on the continuous lookout to find something that will stimulate my brain or make it go crazy obsessive.

That's how I learned the harsh way that being a curious cat might sound cute but it can cost you your life or sanity. One of my dearest friends once said something along these lines,"Some truths are better left unknown. Truth and knowledge can turn into poison when consumed carelessly."

The reason why I am talking about this is because I hardly find people discussing it.

Yet mythology has so many great examples, Pandora opening the box, Eve eating the apple it wasn't just temptation it was also laced with curiosity of what might happen?

I am listing out a few things that you should avoid pursuing under sheer curiosity to save the poor cat in you:

1) A street fight. Two people are fighting. Let them. It's not your job to be the mediator and it's irrelevant to find the reason. Until and unless there's no aggression involved mind your own damn business.

2) Spiritual stuff especially dark ones. I believe energy is both light and dark in nature if you don't know the way to alchemize it better stay away.

3) Attempting things without any prior knowledge. Especially speaking about dangerous stuff here. If you love your life better do it under professional supervision.

4) Your partner's/crush feelings towards you. Girl if he likes you. You will know. Trust me. Been there. Done that. Constant microanalysis. It's tiring. Let him be.

5) Others life. Stalking and obsessing over how a particular person is living their day to day life is literally embarrassing. Get a life, Sushma!

6) Know the red zones in a conversation. If meeting in a professional setting try to avoid personal questions. Learn to sense a person's discomfort and never push someone to answer your questions that have literally nothing to do with you.

7) Celebrities personal life. Another waste of time.

8) Do not show your curiosity for sexual acts, things,etc in front of a man. It's the easiest way to put yourself in danger. You are the target babe. Congrats!!

9) When someone tells you knowing the truth will hurt you. Let it be a secret. Don't persuade that person to tell the truth. I strongly believe when you don't control the situation the truth automatically finds its way to you (conditions applied).

10) About the stuff people say behind your back. A full proof route towards people pleasing, anxiety, self doubt etc. Don't go out of your way searching for what's cooking. The cake might turn out to be burnt. Who knows.

That's all for today's show on ash-says. Stay tuned for more illegal tricks and explosive opinions.

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[fatalfairies]

𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐒𝐀𝐋𝐕𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍,𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃 [ MINI ONESHOT ]

summary: you were his salvation and saviour. He would go to the ends of the Earth and kill or die for you to prove his devotion even your venomous love points a sword at his throat.

themes: villainess!reader,random ocs,reader n gojo’s relationship is kinda toxic,violence,poison,angst,the ending is cliche eew. inspired by the manhwa,roxanna.

wc: 3.3 K

“Jane,have you ordered the poisons I had told you to do so ?” You spoke with your usual mellow tone to your personal maid standing behind you with her head bent down and carefully holding a small glass cup filled with a deep purple liquid inside it.

“M’Lady,there have been some issues at the borders because of the heavy snowfall there which is posing an obstacle,delaying the exporting of the poisons you had ordered.” She stated truthfully as you irked internally hearing her.

You looked at your distorted reflection on the tea inside in the dainty teacup as Jane walked to you placing the glass cup with the dark liquid inside and gently placing it beside your teacup.

You picked up the glass cup with the dark liquid picking it up,the strong scent of the liquid entering your nostrils as your nose scrunched up at the vile smell,it has been years yet you haven’t gotten used to it. You poured the dark liquid inside the porcelain teacup getting mixed with the tea instantly destroying the soothing herbal aroma which was initially laced to the tea.

“Send a message through Maximilian to the borders and let them know that if the materials are not transported by morning after tomorrow. They will be left helpless in the dark forest to serve as the food of the dark beasts.”

You said sharply without sparing a glance at Jane as you picked up the porcelain cup and gulped down the bitter liquid down your throat forcefully in one go.

“..Yes,M’lady,as you command.” Jane meekly obeyed with a nod. “You may leave now.”

The young maiden left your chamber silently with a nod without any word. You stood up,walking to the balcony and opening the huge door as the chilly wind entered through the open doors swaying your loosely tied long hair. You gripped the intricately carved marble railing of the balcony as you looked down the vast gardens of the estate.

Your eyes scan the garden observably like an eagle finding its prey,your eyes setting down on the two familiar silhouettes. A tall well built figure doned in all black with a heavy fur coat hugging his upper body,his hair was black with broad lines of grey hair indicating he was a man of old age. Your father dearest. Beside your father was a far taller young man his wide shoulders overlapped by a hefty dark leather coat,hair resembling the colour of the snowy winter swept back neatly and the most striking about him besides the man himself was a longsword in a tucked a scabbard made of metal with a striking blue gemstone at centre of the pommel of the sword. The entirety of the sword was supported by a leather baldric worm over his left shoulder.

There were other knights of the estate roaming around the garden but your eyes were fixed on the particular snow-haired man. You had seen him for the first time when he was a weak teenage boy with messy hair,dirty torn clothes and tiny cuts all over his face,arms and legs. You had found him unconscious in the vast forests of your family filled with dark and dangerous beasts. It was his luck that he was found unconscious and not dead.

You didn’t know that it was the sympathy you had back as a young teenage girl that provoked you to take him to your father or something else but your father saw a light in him that he unfortunately failed to see in any of his many sons which ultimately did stir up the hearts of your many half brothers.

Your father was by no means a saint in fact he was quite the opposite,he was a man who the devil himself had forged. He was the patriarch of the Zerion family ruling it with an iron fist and his children were nothing to him but pawns for his ultimate desire for power. However,you couldn’t deny you were his daughter,his own blood. Too bad for him,blood runs thicker than water and you were ready to achieve his downfall by any means no matter the cost.

Satoru Gojo,the name of the man who you didn’t know if he was your friend or foe and the very man who served at the sword of your father. His right hand.

But you know better. You know better than any of the fools in this household. To your father,he was just a pawn who presented your father with anything he desired, be it an enemy’s head or conquering the dark beasts that roamed the dark forests to use them to attack on his enemy houses. But the moment he will slip,he will be discarded to death’s door just like how some of your half brothers were along with their useless mothers.

Sure,you know it and Satoru knows the fact just as truthfully then why not make the most out of it.

You snapped out of your thoughts as your piercing eyes met with the deep azure eyes of the snow-haired man. A silent exchange of nothing filled with intangible tension. A smirk gracing your lips and the same reciprocated by him.

“Father,I was informed you had called me ? Is anything troubling you ?” You asked with your soft voice which held no care for him as you stood near the doors of his vast office chambers with him seated at his desk as you walked towards him,your heels pressing on the carpeted marble floor. Your eyes met your father,devoid of any emotion as he spoke. His voice, rough and authoritative. “No,it is nothing of such a matter. The cause for I have summoned you here is you have a mission,a very important one which will be beneficial to me and ultimately our family.”

Selfish bastard.

“You will be attending the annual Masquerade Ball this year—“

Your eyes gleamed,going unnoticed by your father. Receiving the permission to attend the Annual Masquerade Ball meant you are officially being recognised as a representative of the house you belong from.

“Your mission is to retrieve every essential information from the heir of the house of Veryx since their house is proficient in sorcery and magic,it will be of immense benefit to us. You are free to use any means be it seduction or anything else,whether he survives or is not of any importance to me.”

Stupid old bastard.Afterall,all you’ve done your dear father only recognises your skill to seduce and nothing much. Your jaw clenched ever so lightly as you look up to him with a slight smile as you nod.

“I shall not disappoint you,father.”

“Ah,before that. Gojo shall be your partner to the Annual Masquerade Ball. That is all. Make the preparations. You may resign from my office now.”

Oh ? Satoru Gojo will be my partner ? This just got so much more interesting.

You nod as you turn back and start walking to the exit of this suffocating office filled with the smoke of the cigar your father often smokes as you knock on the door signalling the guards to open the door.

“I expect nothing but success from you,daughter.” Your father says just as you're about to leave, making you turn your face at him and give a sweet smile. “Yes,father.” You say shortly as you exit the office.

On your way to your chamber,you notice the very silhouette who had been in your mind approaching you.

Tall,wide shoulders,white hair and piercing azure eyes. His signature sword on his back. You were quite sure he had just returned from a mission and is making his way to your father’s office.

Upon your sight,he halts as he greets you followed by a smile.

“Good evening,Lady Y/N. I must have been blessed by the Goddess of Luck today to be graced by your presence today.” You smile at his remark. “Well,you’ll believe it even more once you hear what father has to say to you. Now,I won’t waste much of your time,Gojo. I don’t want you to face your father's wrath.”

With that you walk away leaving him all alone just like you always do,he thinks.

“Jane,I suppose the poison I had asked to be delivered today has arrived ?” You inquire with a rather strict tone as you are seated on a chair in front of the tea table decorated with all sorts of cookies,biscuits,cakes and a glass with a teapot filled with your favourite tea. Your gaze was fixed onto her as your long,crimson-painted nails tapped on the surface of the tea table.

“Yes,M‘lady. They have arrived safe and secure.” A smile formed on your face hearing the words as you clapped your hands together.

“Excellent. Start including them in my regular dosage from now on and increase the quantity of the poison.”

You have been consuming poison since the very year you met Gojo. At first it felt impossible. Even consuming half a teaspoon tightened your throat to the point you couldn’t breathe anymore,your eyes glossy and your head dizzy with a nauseous feeling overwhelming as you felt death was dragging you to hell. You surely wouldn’t deserve heaven. But you had no other choice,mostly everyone in this house has physical prowess but you needed something which no one else had and if that required your very life at stake then so be it. Any fluid of your body is the deadliest poison be it your tears,saliva or sweat.

Paired with your beauty and wits,it made you even more dangerous than the very poison running through veins. In return,it makes you one of the most lethal members of your house if not the most and that is the only way to survive in this household. Be strong or die weak. That is why you lost the dear lives of your brother and mother years ago. Your brother’s heart was too soft to follow the cruel traditions of your family which ultimately led to his execution as a disgrace of the Zerion family and your mother unable to contain took her life leaving you all alone.

But every has its antidote and yours was Satoru Gojo. Quite literally,one of the many reasons your father preferred him the most. As a man blessed with the ability to be immune to any poison,it made the conquering of the poisonous dark beasts far easier.

Your maid hesitantly nods, not daring to question you because she knows,you will not listen nor can you be stopped. She bows to you and leaves your sight as you enjoy your last pure cup of tea for today.

You are seated on your bed inside your opulent chamber,dressed in a silk black nightgown,your luscious locks of hair cascading down as you look at the love letter on your hand. As a lady of such formidable beauty,you have too many admirers to count but the anonymous sender of this letter is rather consistent. These letters mean nothing to you but sometimes such flattery is nice despite its worthlessness in your eyes.

You place the letter on your bedside table as you leave the bed,donning a heavy jacket and slipping on your velvet slippers as you quietly escape your room at the dead of the night when the entire estate is lost in sleep.

You make your way through the large halls as quietly as a cat as you finally reach the door of the chamber you were looking for and very softly knock on it. The door quickly yet quietly opens as you look up at the man standing inside the chamber as you look at him. Shirtless,only with a pair of trousers on,his hair messy and dishevelled covering his forehead as you look at his azure eyes.

“Come in,Lady Y/N. We don’t want any scandals now do we ?” You roll your eyes dismissively as you enter his chamber,it was dark and the only source of light was the moonlight poking through the glass window panels.

“You are giving me your personal attention after 2 weeks.It was nothing but agony what I had to go through.” He complains looking at you.

You walk close to him,you are amused as you observe his visage. “Are you mad at me ?” Your cold hands brush against the soft skin of his face,brushing your thumbs on his lips,parting his lower lip.

His eyes close at the touch of your palm on his face,leaning on your touch he so desperately craved.

“No,you know I could never be mad at you.” He says seriousness laced to his voice as he opens his eyes

You knew you were cruel to him. The way you denied his glance every time he looked at you,the way you treated him like he was nothing more than your father’s right hand. The way you treated him as though he belongs to his father and not you. And yet he deemed you as his saviour,his master. All that he does for your father is what he would do for you yet why do you not let him ? Is he not even worth putting his life on stake for you ?

“Are the troops ready ? The Annual Masquerade is in a week.” You inquire as you remind him how close you truly are to your goal.

“Yes. In fact,the heir of Veryx is a good accomplice of mine. Killian Veryx,the heir to the house of Veryx and his house will fully assist you.And I am always at your service,my dearest Saviour.”

All these years,he only trained with such determination only so he could be strong for you,so that he could serve you,devote himself to you.

“Thank you,Satoru. I couldn’t be more in debt to you—” You say,with genuine gratitude to him for all he’s doing yet you will always be selfish to not love him as he deserves to be loved so.

“Shh. It is me who couldn’t be more in debt to you.Even with my life,I couldn’t do what you have done for me.” His voice is soft,almost too soft and his eyes glossy.

You didn’t deserve him.You knew it but what you were even sure of is that you’re selfish,always looking out for your own pleasure and never the only one who is truly devoted to you.

You pull him closer to you just like he craved and pressed your lips to his. He kissed back almost as though he’s a sage who’s finally euphoric to have attained enlightenment. To you,this was only a bribe to soothe his heart,atleast that’s what your mind says but the mind doesn’t know that a devotee can’t be bribed by their god.Every deceit,every bribe,every torture from a god to their devotee is nothing but love.

Your kiss deepened as you felt the salty tears escaping from his closed eyes mingle into your kiss.

“I did not take you to be this foolish father. Meeting your ultimate demise by the hands of your own blood ? How utterly dramatic.” Your villainous laugh erupted throughout his office as an endangered expression was painted all over his face.

“You wicked snake,where is Gojo-!” Your father dashed towards you in fury as he fell to the ground blood seeping out his chest as a as he looked up in shock to see the very man he trusted more than his own blood piercing his already bloody sword inside chest deeply as the old man was brought to his knees,coughing out blood as you and Satoru looked down at him like predators eyeing a prey before taking its life.

You turned back to look at Satoru who placed his jacket on your shoulders,the warmth of his jacket warming your cold body. “Are they all disposed of,Satoru ?” You asked with a devious grin on your face as your father was helplessly stuck in the magic circle formed by his blood through the help of Killian Zeryx and his army covering the borders of the Zerion estate. Your father was paralysed as he watched the downfall of everything he ever achieved,the ironic taste of his blood inside his mouth was a taste of his own medicine.

“Goodbye,father.” You say as you push the candle holder on the curtains of the window,the curtains immediately start to burn which would eventually spread to the room just like half of the estate.

Your heels clicked on the cold marble floor as Satoru escorted you out of the office room, closing the door behind him harshly. You smiled thinking what was once your father’s office was now soon to be his grave.

You had visited your father for the one last time in his office after returning from the Annual Masquerade to inform about your success in the mission and that’s what you did,but guess your idea of success was different from his. Well,a dead man tells no tales.

Your eyelids felt heavy as you struggled keeping them open,your physical vessel was finally succumbing to the poison as you were being carried by Satoru outside the estate which had started burning.Your hands gloved with lace caresses his face weakly.

“Why not leave me in this fire and go live your own free life ?” You said weakly as he looked at you desperately, finally escaping the estate,where all his troops which once belonged to the Zerion family,the troops of the Zeryx family and Killian Zeryx himself were present.

Without you there was no life,even if there was it had no colours,no luxury,no enjoyment. He would burn the entire world even if it meant it would warm you. He gently laid your weak body down inside a carriage and opened your mouth gently to feed you the antidote to neutralise the poison which was running inside your body.

Your heart barely beats as a look of devastation contorted on his features. All that he did just for you,just to see a truly happy smile on your face and now the very existence which maintained his existence was slipping away like sand. His shaking hands were intertwined with yours weak and cold ones as everything felt silent. Too silent. His tears silently fell on your face like a waterfall. Time seemed to stop as he looked at you through glossy eyes as leaned down pressing his forehead together with your cold one,his throat hurting yet a scream couldn’t erupt out of it.

He was not ready to accept you were gone,that your hands would never caress his face ever again. His heart couldn’t accept that. He sobbed hysterically as the Zerion Estate was burning to ruins yet the warmth of it did not warm your cold body.

His arms wrapped your cold body in an attempt to warm up your body,to feel the slightest sign of life from you. If he could trade his life for yours he would do so without a question but fate loves to play cruel.

“I..guess this time you are my saviour huh ?” Satoru’s eyes shot open at your familiar voice as he wasn’t able to compose himself,he smiled more tears escaping his eyes,his hands cupping every inch of your face to check whether he is hallucinating or not.

You looked at him weakly,your eyes somehow open,your heart beating slowly yet steadily and Satoru’s tears staining your face.

As always you are yet again his saviour despite you admitting otherwise. Without your presence,this world is nothing but a prison of torture to him,a world devoid of everything but agony. Afterall in the world where nothing matters but you,you are his only salvation,your enlightenment,only saviour,only lover.

#fatalfairies #gojo ff #gojo x you #gojo satoru #gojo smut #gojo x y/n #gojo x yn #jjk gojo #jjk smut #jujutsu kaisen #gojo oneshot #jujutsu kaisen x y/n #jujutsu kaisen x yn #jujutsu kaisen ff

[misc-obeyme]

The bros' reaction when the mc gets hit on in the streets!!! It would be a very funny scene!!

I can't imagine that'd go well at all.

I think it also depends on which streets they are and what exactly happens.

I mean, if it's something happening in the human world, I can kinda see the demons just frowning about it or maybe telling the person off. But not too much more 'cause they don't want to damage relations between the worlds by killing some random humans, you know?

But if it's in the Devildom? All demons forfeit their lives and/or well being the minute they do something like hit on MC in the streets.

Though I'm thinking of it more in a catcall/unwanted kind of way.

Everybody's reaction is going to increase a lot of MC is dating them.

Just imagine wolf whistling at Lucifer's significant other other in the street when he's right next to them. Like that is such a dumb thing to do, I kinda feel like they deserve whatever comes to them at that point lol. He'd be cool and collected about it, but he'd eviscerate them.

Mammon would instantly start a fight. Just immediately throws a punch at whoever even dared to look at you.

Levi might be nervous at first, but I think if you were really upset he'd flip a switch and summon Lotan.

Satan would also instantly start a fight. Demon form in two seconds flat. Might start with fists, but you know this guy has all the spells and hexes. Probably beats them up and then curses the hell out of them.

Asmo would deliver a scathing insult and if they still don't leave you alone, then he'd be in demon form and ready to throw down.

Beel would be upset, but I don't think he'd immediately try to fight them. Might just look at them with a serious frown and like... that might be enough, you know?

Belphie would tell you to ignore them and escort you away. And then forever after that demon suffers from terrible nightmares. OR he might come back and find them so he can take care of them when you're not around.

Hmm I feel like this ended up more violent than funny lol.

#I like to think Asmo gets long claw like nails in demon form #and he goes for the eyes #lol I don't know why I'm so entertained by this #bros beating up other demons on your behalf #anyway it wouldn't be good for the fool who tried to hit on you just saying #and I guess that's funny to me #obey me #obey me nightbringer #obey me brothers #obey me! #anon asks #misc answers

[wolfpawzjakey]

The ghost of Jason who decides to stay with Percy.

kinder, but still creepy - your lover's ghost doesn't want to kill you or hurt you, he just wants to be with you, even if by all laws he is supposed to be in hades.

Percy always feels Jason - a fleeting touch on his cheeks, shoulders and arms, a light breeze or a draft walking in his apartment, the way the electricity hums, a shadow too human to be a play of light that is always next to him, the feelings of familiar but cold hugs at night.

Percy has watched horror movies, he knows what to do... but he doesn't want to part with Jason either, and neither does Jason with him.

Oog anon, this one.

I was thinking about ghost Jason recently. In many ways and senses. I like this idea a lot.

Jason’s ghost haunting Percy, and Percy really struggles with it. A memory of his dead lover, a memory of something he could’ve changed if he had just been there, prophecy be damned. It wasn’t his fault, but to him it was. Having Jason surround him as a ghost, always there, leaving his body cold and shuddering as he laid beside Percy, was an unending mental battle. Jason was attached to Percy, stuck to him with a tie that he couldn’t break and Percy had to struggle to find comfort in the sharp and stark anguish he felt by having Jason here again. Because he couldn’t mourn properly while having his dead boyfriend follow him around, he couldn’t mourn properly when he noticed how the wind would caress him gently or the electricity in his house would flicker whenever Percy said him name, a reminder of “I am here and will be here forever”. But Percy moves through it, the motions are harder, his days are longer, because Jason is here, he’s with him, in ways that matter but these ways can’t make up for what he’s missing. He finds comfort through Jason’s subtle reminders though, slowly but surely they make him.

The others notice subtle differences about Percy since Jason’s ghost has found him, but Nico is the first to bring it up, because of course he can see Jason, not that Jason’s really paid him much mind, too focused on Percy. Nico warns Percy against allowing Jason’s presence to stay, he knows neither would be happy, but he knows it would only kill Percy, one way or another. And knowing that, Percy doesn’t care, but Jason’s ghost, he shifts solemnly and as usual, wordlessly.

This issue in the air now, Jason has been quieter than usual, Percy’s place is warmer and he doesn’t get to feel the cold presence around him as often, not unless he begs and cries. He’s desperate, Jason’s ghost is ill at ease. Jason may be dead, may want with his whole might to be with Percy, but he doesn’t want that by the means of Percy dying as well. He wants to be back with Percy when time says it’s right, not because he’s selfish and not ready to let go and wait that time out. But in the moments he keeps his distance, watching from a point away in the house, where he isn’t sucking Percy’s energy from his body just to be able to announce his present, he can’t help but break his own rules when Percy’s eyes well up with tears. He folds instantly, the contact point between Percy’s body and his incorporeal form buzzing with energy that makes him more powerful, but sucks that power right from Percy’s soul.

The two dance this dance, their wants to be together even after Jason’s death stronger than anything, but Nico puts his foot down for them, Percy looks like hell, he’s exhausted all the time and easily sick. The teen is rough about it all but is easy to give solutions. Sure, these solutions are taxing on him, but he won’t die that’s for sure, and his strength in his power has only been getting better, letting Percy see and speak to Jason on some occasion unless Jason so decides to reincarnate. It’s a save for them both, as uneasy it is to let Jason go, they both go for this. Somehow an easy out but also the hardest thing to do for them.

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I’ve read a few fics of the dead haunting their past lovers in good ways, either visibly or not, I’ve always really liked them. Plus the ability to choose if they stay with their people or move on to the other side it’s so 😭😭😭

Thank you for your ask anon!

#percy jackson #jason grace #pjo #hoo #toa #jercy #pawz replies #asks #jason x percy #haunting au #ghost au

[urlocalnonbinarybastardwrites]

when your school has an outsiders day on your birthday and you get to watch the movie on that day too 😍😍😍

f!greaser who has the biggest rbf but then when you talk to her shes just like a ray of sunshine 😛 I bet she is either really tall or really short there is no inbetween

LMAO LITERALLY ME and good for you!!!!! And I’m assuming you want headcanons for each of the greasers reactions to her??? That’s what ur getting

Nice F!Greaser with a serious RBF x The Gang reacts

Ponyboy Curtis

-scared as shit of you at first

-thinks youre going to be mean and plastic

-but one day you both get assigned for a project together

-and he discovers you’re the opposite of what he thinks

-and your smile is adorable

-you two end up being awesome friends

Johnny Cade

-he’s scared of you at first too

-he thinks you’re going to be mean to him

-so surprised whenever he’s in the lot at night one day

-and you come up to him, with a cold expression

-that instantly turns into one of concern “You sleep out here?”

-you smile as you pull him up and he nods

-you lead him to your house and offer him the spare room

-he’s forever grateful and you changed his entire opinion of you in one thoughtful question

Sodapop Curtis

-he sees you and thinks oh shit

-she’s not to be messed with

-and one day he sees you with a little kid, giving them a lollipop

-and your smile, so rare yet amazing

-it changes his opinion about you and you both become close friends

Darry Curtis

-he gets being intimidating

-probably the least phased by your RBF because he has a serious one too

-and you two both meet and kind of mutually understand

-you two would make an awesome couple

Dallas Winston

-he thinks you’re going to be like Sylvia and avoids you

-but he’s shit talking you one day

-not even really meaning half of what he says

-he’s just judging based on your looks

-only to find you’re right behind him, crying

-you run away and he follows you, apologizing

-and you don’t forgive him at first

-and it takes a really long time of you avoiding him and him trying to talk to you

-where you even get to a point of being comfortable talking to him

Two Bit Mathews

-he’s not scared of you

-at least not that much

-but he makes jokes about it to you

-“Damn, who pissed in your coffee this morning?”

-“If looks could kill you’d be in an orange uniform.”

-and you eventually laugh at one of his jokes

-which is when he realizes you maybe aren’t as bad as you seem

-you didn’t even get offended at his wisecracks, you found them funny

-which was rare and he admired that quite a bit

Steve Randle

-he’s super judgy at first

-thinks you’re going to be an asshole

-but one day you offer to help him on a car

-you’re surprisingly good with them

-and he admires your skills and you smile at him

-and he realizes he was a hit too judgmental after all

#urlocalnonbinarybastardwritesanswers #the outsiders hcs #the outsiders headcanons #two bit mathews #johnny cade #the outsiders #darry curtis #sodapop curtis #steve randle #dallas winston #ponyboy curtis

[deathmetalunicorn1]

Hello! Can i request ror characters react to erza reader vs 100 monsters or titans? Maybe before the tournament started, zeus decided to try and scare the humans by suggesting a game before the actual tournament. Basically, both the human fighters and the gods fighters draw numbers or turns to fight the monsters/titans. But this backfired when erza reader draw the first turn and challenge all 100 monsters or titans and won. I think both sides are either shocked of reader, terrified, curious or just falling in love with erza reader.

-It was a chance Zeus was willing to give humanity, dealing with two problems at once, letting humanity face off against demons before the tournament would begin.

-There was an overabundance of demons, and this was a way to, hopefully, get rid of some, with humanity also proving themselves.

-Zeus explained the rules, that there was a total of 100 demons of varying strengths, and humanity would choose three fighters to fight as many as they wanted in 3 rounds. However, the numbers of demons they chose to fight and defeat, then the number of rounds in Ragnarok would lower, giving the fighters less of a chance to perish, as only the strongest would fight.

-Zeus, having an inflated ego, then boasted, “And if all 100 demons are killed, then we, the gods, will call off this tournament, and humanity will be spared, and as an added bonus, we will start doing what we are supposed to, and manage the humans properly this time.”

-Many were annoyed at Zeus’ stipulations, as this seemed like an impossible task for humanity, but many more were annoyed, if humanity managed to succeed, then they would have to own up to their own mistakes in failing to properly manage humanity and handle the problem without violence and cruelty this time.

-Brunnhilde approached the three fighters she chose for this test, and you were the one selected to go first. Many were jeering, seeing a woman, telling the men to fight for you instead, but you weren’t bothered.

-Zeus was impressed with your focused and determined look, “Well then Y/N, please state how many demons you would like to face.”

-Your eyes were firm and sharp, “I would like to face… all one hundred!”

-The crowd instantly was roaring, either with cheers or in shock by your bold claim, and while your fellow fighters for humanity were shocked, Brunnhilde wasn’t, as her arms were folded across her chest, looking amused.

-You activated your ability, changing your armor and equipment as Zeus chuckled, thinking you were too cocky, and this would humble you, but he allowed it and started the tournament.

-Ten minutes later, Zeus, along with most everyone in the arena, were gawking as you sliced through your 70th demon, easily dodging another- you were making this look so easy!!

-Most of the demons you cut down were on the weaker side, but for normal people, ones who were not warriors, they would have seemed strong.

-Zeus was impressed by your strength, he had no idea that humans were so strong, and many of the gods were the same. Shiva was cheering for you, impressed by your ability, and Thor couldn’t help but feel a swell in his chest, proud of what you’ve been capable of doing.

-Lu Bu and Leonidas, who had been the other two who would have had a chance to fight demons, had you not taken them all, were also cheering, both impressed with your ability and skills.

-By the time you were down to your final demon, the gods were stunned, many were cheering for you, not wanting someone like you to perish, while humanity had never stopped, and now that you were facing off against the strongest one, they were even louder than before.

-You lowered your sword as your current requip faded and many were worried you were out of juice, as you were panting heavily, from the workout, and you were a bit banged up, but nothing serious.

-Your ear twitched as Zeus made fun of you, “Quitting already Y/N? you’re only one away from saving humanity~ but if you can’t do it-”

-You turned, a dark aura surrounding you, making you look like a demon yourself as Zeus squeaked in fear, terrified as you turned back to the demon as you inhaled deeply and your body began to glow, another set of armor beginning to form.

-You shouted out, “Heaven’s Wheel Armor!” and as the light faded, you looked almost like a Valkyrie yourself, wearing armor that came with a set of steel wings, holding a sword in each hand.

-More and more swords appeared, surrounding you until over two hundred swords were around you like a halo, making everyone freeze, their jaws dropping and eyes bulging as you launched the assault, easily taking care of the demon.

-As you were announced the winner, the crowd was deafening as your armor faded, leaving you in your normal clothes as you looked around, smiling softly.

-You caught Brunnhilde and Goll as they leapt into your arms, cheering for you as you smiled, sagging into the embrace as you sighed softly, happy that you had been able to do this.

-Several of the gods were very impressed, it made them curious on how strong humanity was; part of them wanted the tournament to continue, but that wouldn’t have been very honorable, but that didn’t mean they couldn’t have sparring matches~

-You were happy that you were being celebrated, but you were just happy to have a slice of strawberry cake in your hand as you sat around the other warriors who were all celebrating your hard-earned victory.

-It was well worth the effort you put in fighting now that humanity didn’t have to fight for survival.

#record of ragnarok #ror x reader #erza reader

[yourlastbraincell-kiwi]

A/N: This has been sitting in my drafts and I fixed it up and decided to post it as a little blurb. Enjoy!

No mention of skin color, but the reader is the daughter of Sam Wilson!

Pairing: Peter Parker x samwilsondaughter!fem!reader

“I don’t think it’s a good idea.” Sam said, walking into the Avengers tower, holding the door open for everyone behind him.

“When do you ever think something is a good idea?” Bucky replied.

“All the time, all the time, but this one right here? Is not it.” Said Sam, as he walked further away from the group, and sat atop of a table.

“Well, this a great opportunity for the both of them.” Steve said.

“For what exactly?”

“Maybe they’ll bond over something and get close with one another.” Natasha replied, sitting next to Sam on the table.

“Yeah, and that’s what scares the hell outta me.” He responded and stood up from the table and began to pace.

Sam has always put an overprotective bubble, over (Y/N). Her being both his only daughter and child, he just wants the best for her. And (Y/N) sees that, but he doesn’t know that she’s losing the opportunity to be a teen.

She wants to go out with friends? It was a lovely day, until she caught him watching her and her friends through some bushes, with goggles and full on camouflage.

Yeah, now she only sees those friends during school hours.

Sleepover with the besties? Yeah, just ready for constant check ups and phone calls. He wants to know what you’re doing 24/7.

And suddenly those sleepover invitations get lost in the mail.

Don’t even get him started on dating. Sam will not allow it, until he’s ran an entire background check on the guy.

Now none of the guys at her school talk with her, everyone sees how protective he is of her. It’s sweet, but also completely unnecessary.

The door swung open as Peter ran inside trying to shove something into his backpack. “You wanted to see me, Mr. Wilson?” Peter asked, feeling nervous and on the verge of sweating.

“Oh, don’t be silly. Call me, ‘sir.’” Sam said, as Natasha game him a look, but he shrugged it off.

“I called you here, because I wanted you to meet someone. She should be here any moment.”

Not too long later, she walked inside the building and Sam immediately stood next to her. “Peter meet-”

“(Y/N)? Hey! How are you?” Peter says, as (Y/N) got closer to him and hugged him tight.

“Hey! I’ve been good!” They both smiled at each other, as they let go of one another, then they both looked away from each other, feeling embarrassed and flustered.

“Sooo.. you too already know each other?” Steve asked, and Peter was quick to answer.

“Yeah, I mean we,” Sam stared at him giving him a slight death glare. “We don’t actually, I don’t know her. Who are you again?” Peter said stumbling over his words, scratching the back of his head.

I rolled my eyes and stepped forward, “Peter and I met in school, he’s a good friend.” I smile at him, as Peter gave me a nervous smile.

“Good, that’s great! How about you two catch up and reminisce about, whatever things teens do these days. We have to have a quick talk with your dad, (Y/N).” Nat told me, I nodded and took Peter somewhere else in the tower.

Once they were out of earshot of everyone else, Peter let (Y/N) know just how nervous and frightened he was.

“He’s gonna kill me isn’t he? Like I know I offended him in some way so like, I might not wake up tomorrow, and-”

“Peter! Relax.. he won’t do anything to you. I promise.” I replied and Peter calmed down almost instantly, and took some deep breaths. “Hopefully..” I murmur to myself, underneath my breath.

“What??” Peter asked, clearly hearing what was said. I laughed running off and he began to chase me around.

#x reader #wattpad #fluff #fluffed up #sam wilson #peter parker x black!reader #peter parker x reader #spiderman #spiderman homecoming #tom holland #black!writer #black!reader #all inclusive #overprotective!sam Wilson

[tanglepelt]

Dpxdc 177

Danny and Damian are twins. Danny was killed by Damian obviously. The normal only one heir business.

When he was put into the pit. Either by a guilt ridden Damian or Talia late in the night. He vanished. Natural portal whipped him away. Right in the path of Jack and Maddie. They adopt the little 8 year old who has no memories of his past.

Normal stuff happens. Danny dies a second time becomes a halfa and befriends cujo.

Now cujo loves Danny and loves to visit him. Too bad cujo gets Damian confused with Danny. But hey. He had two people now. Double the pets.

One day Danny is playing with cujo and cujo unannounced decides his ppl need to meet.

Danny was clearly confused. First where is he? Cujo that was completely naughty behavior. Then there was a dude staring at him. A doppelgänger? Another clone? Like this dude looked nearly identical to him besides the eyes.

Now Damian. Damian recognizes Danny right away. Now he likely thinks this is a clone or something.

#dpxdc #dcxdp prompt #dpxdc prompt #dpxdc crossover #cujo just wants them to meet #he has two people this time #they have nearly the same ecto energy signature #Danny’s is just extra and with a tad bit more spice #Damian feels guilty at this point #he could of told the batfam #maybe he didn’t #i like the idea of Damian being the one to save Danny #a little bit of digging and Danny was adopted by the fentons two weeks after his body disappeared from the LOA #demon twins #i like the idea the whole clone island thing happened #so not just Damian instantly trying to kill him #but maybe emotions get the better of him

[evilkitten3]

so in the anime version of the namek saga, there was a bit where ginyu stole bulma's body, right?

well... idea:

dark comedy au where bulma never gets it back and is stuck as a frog. but this isn't about that– it's about ginyu, who somehow no one noticed doing this, and is now stuck pretending to be bulma or getting insta-murdered by one of bulma's friends. except he has no fucking clue how to do any of what bulma does

so frog!bulma manages to communicate with him and convinces him to swap with her again in exchange for her keeping her friends from insta-murdering him once they catch on. aware that she might be playing him but also very aware that his other choice is death-by-steadily-increasing-number-of-super-saiyans, ginyu agrees

at which point they realize that bulma simply does not have enough ki for ginyu to use his body swap technique. and they can't risk using the dragon balls until after the androids are stopped. so they're stuck like this. unfortunately, they have this discussion within earshot of piccolo, who gets the lovely honor of being the only person in the present timeline aware that A) the kid from the future is the son of vegeta and bulma, and B) there is a non-zero chance that the bulma involved in said future kid's conception was actually ginyu

anyway i can't decide if it would be funnier for ginyu to pull off a perfect bulma while she insists she would never act like that, or for ginyu to be unbelievably bad at acting like bulma, only for extremely contrived coincidences keeping anyone from noticing. or if maybe yamcha starts getting suspicious and goku assumes he's jealous bc he can sense something between bulma and vegeta, who've been spending a lot of time together ("the woman calls herself a genius but the gravity room keeps fucking breaking" "uhhhhh it's a new product. i know what i'm doing. stop being such a little b–" *suddenly remembers that he has absolutely no way of defending himself* "badman. stop being such a little badman")

funniest idea: somehow no one notices until frieza gets resurrected in super, at which point frieza instantly figures out that it's ginyu based on something really small and absurd.

#dragon ball #dragon ball z #it's almost two in the morning i should not be allowed to stay up this late or this nonsense happens #also yes i'm aware that there are some sketchy implications that go into this but it's db so. i guess ignore them like canon does #future trunks coming back in super: my mom is dead! #vegeta who just found out a few months ago that 'bulma' was ginyu the whole time: i have some deeply unpleasant news for you #future trunks: i mean ok but- hey did younger me just call that frog mom #ginyu (in frog form bc he was forced to swap back via dragon balls): ribbit #bulma: i mean. he had a very good argument. and he cares about trunks a lot #vegeta: my advice is to never learn anything new ever. if someone tries to tell you something kill them instantly #future trunks: ....good to see you again too dad

[gloriousmonsters]

they/them with the torture scene and the (i do not use this word lightly) disgusting electroshock murder scene, midnight scenes: from the woods with a PROTRACTED electricity torture scene--can we please ban people from having scenes of queer teens getting tortured with electricity for like, 5 minutes? for my health?

#midnight scenes: from the woods was also (I DO NOT USE THIS WORD LIGHTLY) extremely fucking gross in the whole #'fat black gay boy's action upon his crush spurning him #is to GO TO THE LOCAL NEONAZI BULLY AND SET HIM ON HIS CRUSH' #which I appreciate that manlybadasshero (whose playthrough i was watching) was just like 'no' and 'he would not do that' instantly about #but like seriously ms:ftw makes you PLAY THROUGH like two long minutes of being threatened #and then you have to watch torture #and then the creature attack on the torturers is like 5 seconds long #and stopped before it kills them #and both tortured boy and boyfriend are all oooh that was horrifying oh no are they dead about it #which is just straight up not a normal human reaction #(also also ms:ftw was just badly written) #(but i digress) #we need to talk about horror

[the-gayest-sky-kid]

my brother keeps being a bitch on purpose and it's really not helping

#my therapist says hes probably doing to feel better about himself and it's like. fuckin hell dude #because like. look im not saying i dont poke fun at him either right #but i like go think i dont go below the belt in terms of shit??? #like i love him im not going to call him genuinely stupid or ugly or anything. #hes good at math and pretty capable. even if he incinerated mac n cheese once and we had to get a new microwave #but he keeps going up to me like (aether) whats a×b? oh how do you not know that instantly? are you stupid? #its because (extremely personal issue) LOL (deep cutting personal issue again) #and its like look ive never been good at mental math stop being a fucking jerk over me not knowing fuckin 9×7 off the top of my head #and i keep telling him to drop it and shut up but its just spurs him on more because its funny to him #and he keeps bringing up other shit like being queer or being trans specifically because he knows its upsetting and its just fucking funny #he loves to say people with weird pronouns and think there's more than two genders should kill themselves because he knows it makes me angr #with him. and he knows im fucking queer. he knows our grandmothers queer. and he still pulls this shit #and i cant say anything because when i do i get a whole lecture about how hes my flesh and blood and i should treat him like such #and im the asshole for suggesting he act like it for once #i love my brother and im proud of his achievements but i cant keep fucking doing this #and i know its my fault because hes a stupid kid and going through typical middle school boy bullshit #and seriously getting hurt by whatever a middle schooler says is downright pathetic #but it fucking hurts to hear someone you held as a baby and defended say people like you should kill themselves #and it hurts to have them fucking push a topic that upsets you for their own amusement #swearing cw #aethers rants #cw vent #personal posts and stuff idk

[abs0lutegarbage]

A question I have had since season 1: Why doesn’t Diego simply stab people more?

#the umbrella academy #he could’ve killed so many people instantly if he didn’t waste so much time talking smack #especially with the two crows in the store???? like why did you not just throw two knives and stab them???? #it literally didn’t make any sense #diego hargreeves #number 2 #umbrella academy season three #the sparrow academy #smh