#i am a bit of an eye contact freak i fear so

[teddybeartoji]

i need to see utahime at my gym, eye fuck her during my workout, and then we fuck for real in the shower of the gym 🤭🤭🤭

PLEAAAAAAAAAAAAAASEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE🙏🙏🙏🙏 sweaty utahime glancing at you through the mirror as she takes her break, wiping water from the corner of her mouth while keeping eye-contact MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMHMHMMM i think she'd get just a teeny tiny bit flustered actually i think she acts big but if you don't look away, if you give her a smile or maybe like a smirk, she's folding first and it's sooooooo mmmmmmmmmm it just makes me wanna take a bite out of herrrrrrr

[lowkeyerror]

A New Victim

Sam Carpenter x Reader

Word Count: 1.6k

Notes: 1st part of a lil mini-series, had to post something for Halloween, will contain suspected Scream warnings eventually

Summary: You knew something of the rumors surround your classmate, Tara but you never took them seriously. However you find yourself wrapped up in the real life horror story.

Pt2 | Pt3 | Masterlist

You had heard the rumors about Tara Carpenter and her sister circulating around campus. The rumors didn’t bother you much. Or rather they didn’t persuade you to treat your classmate, Tara, any differently than you would treat anyone else.

Some people were afraid to interact with her in fear of pissing her off. They were more afraid that getting on Tara’s bad side would alert her sister, Sam.

Now Sam was a little scary. You had seen her with Tara a few times. The woman looked like her primary state of being was upset. She looked like a very serious figure.

You didn’t blame her. Their whole group of friends had almost been murdered. Instead of sympathy and compassion the public offered accusations and scrutiny. So much so that they moved away from their hometown to escape the media.

“You’re friends with my sister, right?”

You were sat under a tree on campus the first time you heard Sam speak. Looking at her this close made your heart flutter. She was an attractive woman and that was enough to make you sweat a bit.

Unable to speak for a moment, you nod dumbly.

Sam ignores it and continues with her questioning,” Have you seen her today? I’ve been looking for her everywhere and I can’t find her.”

“She left class a bit early today. I think she said something about Chad needing her help with something.”

Sam rolls her eyes, “Of course she did. I’m Sam by the way, sorry to interrupt you."

Before you can say your own name, the younger Carpenter sister is shouting it as she approaches the tree with Chad trailing behind her.

“Y/n! Don’t mind my overprotective and obsessive sister. What ever she threatened you with, I can promise she won’t do.”

“Where have you been? Y/n told me you left class to meet Chad.”

Tara glares at the girl sitting,” You told her I skipped.”

You shrug,” She seemed worried, so I just told her you left with Chad.”

“Where I am is none of her business. She has my number if she’s looking for me.”

Sam scoffs, “Having your number doesn’t mean shit if you don’t answer your fucking phone.”

“I think we should all just calm down for a second, okay. Tara is safe and everything is fine,” Chad tries to de-escalate the situation.

“No, it’s not fine Chad. Why is my sister skipping classes to meet up with you? And why isn’t she answering my text or calls?”

Y/n had no place in this conversation, but she felt like moving away would only cause a bigger fuss.

“Because we were fucking. Is that what you want to hear Sam?”

Sam runs a hand through her hair,” I don’t care that you’re fucking. I care that I can’t get in contact with you when I’m worried about you.”

“What are you worried about?”

Sam looks at the girl as if she’s grown two heads,” Are you fucking serious Tara?”

Tara groans,” We aren’t there anymore, Sam. We left Woodsboro. No one is coming after us. So why should I have to live my life in paranoia because you can’t move on?”

“Fine, you know what I'm done. Don't pretend you don't have that feeling like someone is always fucking watching us. Don't pretend like what happened back there doesn’t fucking traumatize you and make it hard to live your day-to-day life. But most of all don’t act like there aren’t psychos out there willing to try to fucking replicate that shit because it happens every fucking time, Tara.”

Sam storms off after that. Tara’s eyes soften for a moment before her mask comes back on. Chad goes to rest his hand on her shoulder, but she shakes him off.

It’s only then that her eyes land on you, “You must feel like it’s your lucky day getting front row tickets to the freak show.”

You shook your head, “It’s none of my business, so I don’t really care.”

Chad senses that there’s more you want to say, “But…”

“But your sister kind of has a point. There’s a lot of sick fucks out there that have a weird obsession over him and over y’all. Entire internet communities are filled with those kinds of people. It’s a little naïve to think that just because you moved away that you’re safe.”

Neither Tara nor Chad like the way the last sentence sounds in your voice. They both eye you suspiciously. That’s when you realize what you said could come off wrong.

You began to sputter and put your hands up in surrender, “I’m just agreeing with Sam.”

Chad wasn’t convinced, but Tara had known you a little better. She knew that your awkward demeanor was tried and true.

“Anything else you want to pile on, Y/n?”

You look between the standing pair,” You left class to fuck your boyfriend?”

That leaves them both blushing rapidly. Tara quickly spews out, “He’s not my boyfriend.”

While Chad opts for, “We did not hook up.”

You laugh at their response. Unfortunately for you, this brought you a step to close to the kids from Woodsboro in the eyes of Ghostface.

The killer had watched the entire interaction from start to finish. From the moment Sam approached you, the killer began analyzing you.

They saw the potential interest you had in Sam and your budding friendship with Tara as enough reason to add you to their list.

Tara and Chad eventually left you alone. Shortly after their departure you decided that it was time for you to leave as well.

It was still daylight when you decided to make your way to your apartment. There was a pit in your stomach as you walked. Though the streets were crowded, it felt like someone was staring at you.

You wanted to dismiss the feeling, but you checked your surroundings first. It was almost as if the crowd had faded away and the sounds of the bustling New York streets came to a halt.

Staring at you from across the street, was Ghostface. In your mind this wasn’t real. It couldn’t have been. You had stopped walking, almost paralyzed in your spot.

The killer sent a wave your way, before dragging their finger across their neck. You shut your eyes as you stood still. You were trying to convince yourself that when you opened them, you’d wake up from a dream.

When you feel a body collide with yours, you shriek and push the person away. Your eyes shoot open instantly.

You don’t know if it’s lucky or unlucky that Samantha Carpenter was on the ground in front of you.

The woman wanted to yell at you, but the look of terror on your face stopped her. It was like you were in a trance, your eyes were glued to a spot across the street. Sam looks in that direction but doesn’t see anything.

She slowly picks herself off of the floor. She’s hesitant to touch you, so instead she just calls your name, “Y/n, what was that about?”

You turn your attention to the woman, but you look physically ill, and she takes note of that.

“I saw- He’s going to kill me. Oh fuck, I’m going to throw up.”

The bile quickly rises up your throat. You rush to the end of the street and hunch over.

Sam is instantly by your side. She holds your hair with one hand and rubs your back with the other. The Carpenter sister couldn’t really make out what you said the first time.

Once you finish vomiting, she wants to question you again, but refrains from doing so. Though it is against her own set of strict rules, you look unwell, and she can’t leave you like this in good conscious.

The apartment is close by, so she helps you stand and guides you to her apartment. You don’t say anything during the walk, you barely have even the cognizance to pick up your feet.

The only image that keeps replaying in your head is the cloaked figure dragging their finger across their throat. It makes you want to puke all over again.

When she enters the apartment it’s a full house. Tara, Chad, Anika, Mindy, Ethan, and Quinn; were all congregated in the living room.

Sam motions the people on the couch to move out of the way. She sits you up straight and everyone is silent.

“Who is that? I thought we strictly had a no one, except Quinn's hook ups and us, in this apartment rules.” Mindy is the first to speak up.

“Why is Y/n here and why does she look like that?” Tara gives her sister a pointed look.

“Don’t look at me I found her on the street like this. She shoved me to the ground and vomited in the street.”

“Poor thing,” Quinn reacts to Sam’s words.

“Did she say anything? Because it looks like she’s a walking zombie,” Ethan adds.

Sam nods, “She did, but I didn’t understand her and seconds later she was puking.”

Anika nudges Tara,” She’s your friend, try to get through to her.”

Tara slowly approaches Y/n. She gets eye level with the girl who seems to be in a catatonic state.

“Y/n, what happened? Talk to me,” Tara’s voice is gentle when she speaks. A side of her that no one in the house is used to seeing emerges.

You begin to tremble, and your eyes suddenly come alive. Your voice is shaky,” He’s going to kill me."

It was a whisper, but Tara heard you perfectly clear. Sam notices her sister’s body tense after the words left your lips.

“Who?”

You begin to shake your head as tears start to stream down your face. Your head buries itself in your hands.

“I saw him, across the street,” your throat burns as you spoke.

Sam hears that part and interjects herself in the conversation,” Who did you see Y/n?”

“Ghostface.”

[hyacinthdoll1315]

3.5 Months of Moth HRT

So, um, hi again! Not much has changed since last time but well, feel like I should be updating this more. a few things have changed. My eyesight is a bit fuzzier now. not enough to need glasses at least! but stuff that's really far away has gotten more, smudged I guess?

I called the doc about it since I was worried about having another eye infection (eww) but apparently, it's not too uncommon to occur by this point, something about the eyes beginning to split? I wasn't able to pay attention to much of it (been so scatterbrained(maybe some more tea will help?) but I did some looking into insect eyes and it seems to be the case? something about less resolution.

my sense of smells really strong now, and I'm starting to find it affecting my emotions. like, you know how ants have this smell they leave when foraging? it, kind of makes me hungry now. not that I've been sticking around ants much! I'm a moth through and through thank you very much! (paperyum)

the biggest thing I think is my skin? I'm not quite sure but it kind of feels, tight? and it's been drying out easier. like, wearing a suit that's too small. not sure what that's about, but at least my setae is still growing!

Well, silver lining I guess.

look, that's, not why I decided to write this though, I just. I feel used, in a way. and I need to write it.

So, about a week ago I went to hang out with my friends again. they've been nice and as cool as always, but, I don't know, there's this kind of, disconnect? like, Only Alice (Tea friend!) has really tried to understand while the others have kind of just acted like nothing changed and teased me a bit as normal. I guess it's just ribbing, but, I don't know, I've never really agreed with it.

but uh, we went to the mall, which was kind of nice, the others wanted to watch a movie and go to the arcade, and it was kind of fun? though a little overstimulating (too loud and the movie was boring) I kept getting weird looks the whole time though, and I just. why? they kept looking at me like, I was strange, which I sort of get, but some seemed creeped out, others disgusted.

I used to be pretty oblivious (I admit, I am kind of naive) but now I just, I couldn't stop seeing it. Even when we went to get food, there was this look in people's eyes like I was, wrong. I even heard someone call me a "freak of nature", though maybe they were talking to someone else? (no, it was about me, definitely).

I tried telling the others I wanted to go somewhere else but they just kept saying it was fine and we could go do something else first. I didn't even get to go to my favorite teashop out of fear of losing the group!

Eventually, we stopped at this ramen place and I remember we were mostly joking around a bit. I was having my salad (meat tastes a bit weird now), I don't remember it all. I think someone said something and I felt hurt, said something like, "I can't help it", I think it was about having to be a vegetarian, and I remember one of my friends just, poked the top of my head and laughed at me, something like "well duh, a moth like you doesn't eat much. don't worry about it, just follow the lights." or, something like that I just.

I felt sick. I quickly got up to the bathroom and I think I heard Alice chastising them but I don't remember. I just, needed space. The whole lamp thing is so annoying! like, everyone acts like moths always move toward light when there's so much more going on there! humans may not know how it all works, but it's definitely not just what people think it is, like some infatuation with it!

After that, I just wanted out. the others acted like nothing happened, but, I don't think I can keep hanging around with them anymore. like, they're my friends, you know? they should be there to help! and they do, or at least Alice does. the others just tend to joke around and be silly.

so yeah, that's what happened. they've tried contacting me with stuff like "Hey Emily, we didn't mean anything by it" "We were just joking, Em", or just "Hey Emily, you coming for our next dnd session?" I think I'm going to stop talking to them, just reduce contact, say I'm busy with other stuff, anything to stay out of, that, again.

I haven't gone out in a bit, just been getting my groceries, got my tea, and been trying to relax. I just hope I can find people who can better understand.

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[hey-august]

Buggys dickhead being just as red as his nose is something I unironically approve of because:

A: It’s always fun to give him something that makes him feel like a freak (derogatory), but his partner loves about him because he’s such a cute little freak (affectionate, worshipping, head over heels „I don’t have to fear to be different around you because you are different too and I love you“ in love with him). Meaning both comedy and fluff options are real high with this

B: The fucking potential you could have with the sexual teasing are you kidding me? It’s silly as fuck but also kinda…He at first doesn’t know how to feel about it because he always feels like his partner is gonna jump up and go“ YOU FOOL! TWAS AN ELABORATE RUSE ALL ALONG!“ when they do it but…. Goddamn if the way they suddenly make eating red cough drops of all things doesn’t make him harder than he thinks it could. Just putting the candy between their middle and index finger and giving it a long, overly salacious lick while making eye contact before just popping it into their mouth. They put a bag of cherry lollipops on the grocery list for the next town they dock at and he already has a Pavlovian response just reading that. „I got you those candy apples you wanted.“ „Thank you Cabaji! I was having some real… cravings …you know?“ „We know.“ „Seriously I love that hot red , sweet, sensual glaze soooo much. It’s the best. I would put it in my mouth in its entirety but it’s just soooo big-„ „HiCabajiByeCabajiIneedASecondAloneWithThemBye!“ Everyone’s so done with those two. Give that unicyclist a raise honestly.

Oh. My. GoodNESS. YUP. I am here for this. I absolutely get wanting to bestow this extra oddness onto Buggy…he’s just so fun to mess with and to love on. And I adore the whole “we’re two weirdos in love” thing. It’s both fucked up and pure. 🖤

Plus the way this would just add to the relationship?? UGH. Buggy would have tried his damnedest to keep you from seeing that extra bit of shame. No lights on during sex. In fact, let’s fuck under the blankets.

Oh, a blow job? He’s not one to turn that down, but how can he get it in your mouth without you seeing it? A blindfold? It would only work if you agreed and this is not the moment to bring that up. Things are moving too fast and you’re practically salivating. You actually are. You’re drooling and fuck- “My dick is red.”

He didn’t even get to say it before you exposed the extra hue. And the poor clown, not only is his nose and the tip of his dick a bright red, but so are his cheeks and that blush is spreading fast. But faster than that, is your mouth on him. Did he know red is your favorite color?

And sure, it definitely takes a lot of time for Buggy to accept that you do like it. Love it. Adore it. That you aren’t planning to fuck with him, but you want to worship him. To worship his entire body.

And to tease him. Definitely tease him. The poor crew, but it’s just so fun to mess with Buggy. He gets flustered far too easily.

We all know about strawberries and whipped cream, but what about strawberries and sweetened condensed milk? The creamy liquid dripping on a bright red strawberry. The way you lick the sticky substance soooo slowly while staring at Buggy. The little string that trails from the fruit to your mouth. The explosion in his pants looks exactly like that damn strawberry.

Maybe when you’re done with that little snack, you’ll be in the mood for something with a bit more body.

[daydreamvalley]

October Sunsets (2) - nanami kento

𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧Summary: You accidentally stole Nanami’s phone, unaware about the dire situation he is occupied with in Shibuya.

Contents: Anime-only safe. Angst + mentions of extreme bodily injury & death.

Read part 1

11:36 pm. Way to go. Nanami must think I’m an obsessed freak. One that forces situations to happen, so he’d think about me. You thought to yourself if he didn’t think you were clumsy before, he should now. For the past twenty-two minutes you’ve been goggling at his phone, that had already lost power. Yours, however, could be a saving grace right now. Taking it out of your tote bag you texted Shoko, the only colleague at Jujutsu Tech you were acquainted with. The message was split into multiple inane short texts: Hello. I know you guys are busy right now, but please let Nanami know I’m sorry I took his phone! I promise I only realized, like, right now and-

Ping. Ping. Ping. Ping.

Your mother’s contact appeared on your screen, previewing messages that contained videos. She called right before departing to wish you safe travels and the promise of funny videos to help you stay entertained, so you swipe away her texts assuming they were just unfunny skits from somewhere.

Continuing your imploring to Shoko: Please just say that first. That I’m sorry. Also, he can meet me on Monday, November 5th. I’ll return it then fly back to Denmark. Tell him he’ll get lots of pastries and souvenirs! After hitting send, it did register that the last bit of the message was unnecessary, but the nerves of the situation got to you. Going into your mother’s chats, you see an influx of exclamations. “Shibuya is being destroyed!”, “Are you still in the plane?”, “Answer me!!”, “Your uncle sent me this one”, “Please be safe out there, love you”. You watch a low-quality video, hearing your family member’s voice in the background crying out in fear. A plane was being set ablaze mid-air, hurling a loud roar as it dropped from the sky into Shibuya. The tragedy was clear as day, even though the video is taken at night. Highlighting the combusted object. Your hands tremble. Were you safe? Unable to hold the phone upright, you felt like this was wrong to watch. He’s on call, but where? No. stop thinking like that, he’s obviously saving civilians right now. Nanami’s far too competent to be a victim to that destruction. Thumping tortured your head as you catastrophized.

“Miss. Are you feeling ill?” The flight attendant sounded like she was under a body of water. “Hold my hand and follow my breathing.”

The video continued playing, showing a city turning into hell. The lens turned to reveal the shocked faces of people witnessing the horror. It never stopped playing until a pair of hands whisked your device away from a weak grip, then lightly turned your head so you could meet a women’s calm face.

~

8:00 am, November 5th, Monday, Tokyo. You hug Nanami’s blazer tighter against your layered outfit, when then the breeze enters the cafe. A cold gust sings alongside the crackling sounds of an old espresso machine. Elevating the emptiness and lack of conversation in the room. How could anyone start a conversation? It feels like the moment anyone utters a word; we all expect the events of Shibuya to pour out. No one wants to talk about. At least for a little while. Not while the wound is still fresh. In your peripheral you see the screen of a phone turn on, next to you on the leather couch. The red dusk of the sunset on your friends lock screen includes a notification, telling you its fully charged. You unplug and bring it to your face to have a closer at the photo, but the phone unlocks from facial recognition. Taken aback you immediately turn it off, shutting your eyes. You hold a tighter grip on it, because it’s a reminder of how you aren’t ready.

Not yet.

You decide to lean into the couch, to stay longer at the establishment. The jetlag is kicking in and it doesn’t help that you ran into an unwanted conversation with a coworker when you walked in. The one-sided chat consisting of the only depressing topic everyone is taking part in. It left your coffee cold, and now you needed to rest for a bit. If not, you could walk out of the café without a clear mind. Looking either drunk or sleep deprived. Most likely the latter. The insurance company was next door and the possibility of running into more people is a headache. To call your flight back to the city a miracle, would be an understatement. From October 31st, flights coming in and out of Japan were prohibited, just when you desperately needed to come back home. Only five days have passed since the incident.

For four days, you found yourself alternating between locking yourself up in a Denmark-airport hotel, then running around pleading with the airport’s many front desk’s about when you could leave. Not caring if you’d get fired for abandoning your work trip. Your mothers’ yells across the phone would be a comforting reoccurrence, in which she is begging you to stay in Denmark, since the situation was getting worse back home. For four days, only your mother would call, while you unfortunately entertained the thought of your loved one’s death once you came back. Even as you arrive back, the chaos resumes. No warm hugs from a worried family greeted you.

You colleagues were radio silent, dealing with their own grief. Your mother and uncle were evacuated to a different city. Leaving you with one more fear. No sign of Nanami. Shoko didn’t answer your calls from Wednesday to the early mornings of today, until the dreadful call. The call you had with her just one hour ago, which somehow led you to instinctively catch a taxi to this very café.

Just as you settle into drifting asleep, a ring awakens you. It’s coming from your phone. “Shoko”, displayed on the lock screen, and hesitantly you pick up.

“I can see you from here. I’m crossing the light pole to the café entrance.” Shoko says, as you see her tall figure approach, dressed in a lab coat. She stops outside the door to throw her cigarette into a bin. Chimes can be heard as she walks in. You stiffen. Staying seated on the coach, you can’t help but feel nauseous as she walks up to you. She stops above you, striving her best smile. “So quiet in here. Wish it were like this outside.” She gets comfortable next you on the couch. Making sure to observe the blazer as she continues, “You must have been in disarray; your luggage is here.”

You face her in silence, nodding your head in acknowledgement. The two of you stare at each other, competing to see who will address the matter. Inhaling deeply, you try, “Thanks for meeting me here. Why’d- ‘’

You clear your throat to not get choked up. “No.” You straighten your back to speak clearer, “What were you doing when you called me?”

“Sorry?” Shoko inquires, and you stay silent, reading her eyes. “I was…sitting at the park.” She says pointing in the direction behind her, confused.

“So, you weren’t occupied with something urgent or intense?”

“Not really.”

“You didn’t think to wait for my arrival or ask us to meet somewhere. You were just going to causally call me and tell me that “I’m sorry. Nanami didn’t make it”, hang up on me, then leave me to go with the rest of my day!” You shakily burst out.

Shoko looks at you with widened eyes and observes around the room self-consciously. You two were the only customers in the café, now filling the silence. She places her palm on your shoulder, to ease the tension, but you non-aggressively remove it.

“I admit, you didn’t have to hear it that way. I just didn’t know who to call. Everyone was pestering me. They still are and I couldn’t handle it. I only saw your messages yesterday and the burden of telling you the news was too much. I didn’t mean to hurt you. It’s just…a lot.” Shoko was now tearing up. The pressures of her position were breaking her, as each day passed by, with more wounding alerts of her dying colleagues.

You stand up from your spot. “Let’s talk outside, I’m getting dizzy in here.” You respond half-heartedly.

Shoko follows you into the chill winds hoping for a smoother flowing discussion.

“Please, Shoko. Where is he? I know I’m a non-sorcerer so I can’t even enter your facility, but at least tell me-“

“Even if I could. I can’t let you see that- him I mean.”

“That? Shoko help me out here, please! It’s the least you could do. God, this is so unfair.” You lament to her.

“There’s nothing I can do. He’s- its bad. His lower body is the only remaining part we can recover from Shibuya.” Shoko winces and covers her mouth, shocked by her own blunt words.

You bit your lip as tears marked your face. His lower body. Her mechanical way of describing things made sense in her occupational context, but this was too harsh. With staggered breaths you ask, “Where is he?” You ache as you reiterate. You now know the answer. He was still in there. That hell. It was never a possibility in your mind. Nanami not making it back home. While the world just begun to know about sorcery after the massacre, it wasn’t unfamiliar to you. In detail, he’d go over his workday like it were any other mundane job. The stories of the students he so greatly cared for, the loss of his dearest friend in high school, and all the dangers of the mystique of this world he was in. Never, did you imagine you’d have to worry about his potential death. In his eyes, he is someone who simply strives to do the best he can. You wish he could see himself in your eyes.

Jujutsu Sorcerers are shit. He’d boldly reaffirm that to you with sunken eyebags, every time you two would talk about your workday in the café. Yet, he never left sorcery. Everyday you’d be reassured of how hard-working he really is. That same attitude that you admire in him, is one of the many traits that made you want to be a permanent part of his life. Whether he accepted your affections or not, wasn’t the point, everyone deserves to have such a dependable force in their life. Now, you cannot accept that this is happening.

“I understand him now.”

“What do you mean?”

“I hate how the higher-ups do things. What’s happening right now is showing their true colors.”

“You can do unimaginable things compared to most doctors. The ability to reserve techniques, right? That’s what Nanami told me.” You ask her, not expecting a response. Maybe this was a way for you to cope with the fact that even people as powerful as her can’t fix everything.

“Yes. I know there’s nothing I can do to make you feel better. I can’t even begin to tell you why we can’t save the rest of his body right now. I don’t want to hurt you more. I know how much you mean to him, it’s only right that I informed you.”

You chuckle at her words, “The damage has already been done. No?”

She looks to the ground in defeat. Agreeing that nothing was going to assist the emotional affliction.

“You want to know what hurts more? Is that I’ll never know why. You could try to explain it to me, though I doubt you would. Still, I’m too far removed from it all. I don’t want to know who did it, or what.” Wiping your face, you make your back the door, “I’m sorry for raising my voice at you. Take care.” Not looking back, you head straight for the bathroom. Hiding yourself in one of the stalls, you drop down to your knees. One hand on the stall wall, as the other opens the toilet seat while you begin to hurl. His lower body is still there. It’s an unsettling scene. You hurl and cry simultaneously. The chronic exhaustion was making a physical appearance, yet the object of your sorrow was thinking about how tired he must have been. Meeting his end, without getting to grow old, but by the pressures of his sorcery.

~

7:00 pm, November 12th, 2018, Kuantan, Malaysia. The ocean sends shimmering beams of light into your bedroom. You sit on your bed in a daze, taking in your flat’s perfect view of the ocean’s peaking sunset across the horizon. Now it’s been twelve days since the Shibuya massacre and the beginning of a new era of havoc. Other than frequent check-ins with family, you haven’t spoken to anyone else since your last conversation with Shoko. Most of all, you won’t bother yourself with the current events taking place in Shibuya. This isn’t a retreat. You were abandoning your duties to escape, with the illusion of closure. It made you worse. Your way of grieving is running away to the place Nanami raved on about. Where is the closure?

“Jujutsu Sorcerers are shit.”

His words echo when you think about home, but not in a negative way. You just can’t help but recollect these words because they represent your overall memory of him. Nanami always had this weird way of saying bold and sometimes controversial statements but in a well-mannered way. You miss his politeness. How much of a gentleman he was to you and all women around him. You miss the safety. You loved knowing that your coworkers thought he was boring and uptight, because with you the formalities would drop, and you’d be left breathless from his jokes. You would give anything to hear his dry jokes again. You loved knowing that you saw that side of him. When he was not burnt out by work and had the energy to send you two out and about in town to shop, try food, or take aimless walks in the city. You love him, and he will never know.

I think I’m ready.

You grab Nanami’s cream-white blazer from next to you, to take out his phone. He trusted you enough to be another recognizable face on his device. Claiming he had nothing to hide and whatever he had on it most likely was cleaner than yours. You only used this privilege to take pictures of yourself and make it his wallpaper. Every now and then, those same pictures of you would remain on this lock screen. You think back to when you asked him if he wasn’t worried his sorcerer friends would ask who you are, then he’d reply that they wouldn’t ask, because they already know you. Such memories now cross your mind. That comfortability is now missing.

You used to doubt your importance to him. Having each other’s extra apartment keys and phone passwords was not enough for you. When his reason for these two instances was to ensure you both have someone to depend on in case of emergencies, your mind was clouded with romance. You face the front camera to unlock the phone, revealing a typical home screen. Organized and easy to navigate. Since you’ve been in possession of it you never opened it. Where would you even begin. What was the point. Would you forget him that quickly without his phone? His camera roll consisted of you, screenshots of songs, meals and a substantial number of sunsets. Chime. A reminder displays on his screen. It has two exclamation marks indicating it is high priority. Deciding you didn’t want to go into his apps anyway, you read the reminder:

Send the birthday message on notes tomorrow!!

Tomorrow is your birthday. Without thinking you navigate to the notes. You scroll down completed grocery lists and to-do lists to reach one note titled, “Her birthday plans”. In bullet points he writes: Returns from work trip November 12th. Haneda Airport. Plan A, surprise flowers? Cook dinner for her at my place (might seem pushy if she doesn’t feel that way)?

If Plan A fails, aquarium. Obsessed with stingrays. Early Christmas presents! Christmas plans?

Weeps escape your mouth as you read the notes. These notes started to make you feel less insignificant to him than you thought you before. You didn’t just lose Nanami. You lost a potential future of longer city walks, Christmas dinners, and more nonsense-bred conversations. His relatives probably don’t know what has happened. You may have felt unimportant in the midst of his complex and action-filled life, but this circumstance would force you to introduce yourself to his family in the worst way. You aren’t merely an ex-coworker. You are his dependable companion and friend during an emergency. Those emergencies may be mundane compared to the danger he faced daily, but he still trusted you to follow through.

How would you introduce him to your mother? If he was also merely the ex-coworker her daughter hangs out with. Can she understand this profound grief?

You hang around the note app, noticing one more titled, “For her.”

There is no one else more deserving of delighting in this day than you. You tell me you do not care much for today, which I understand the reasons, but I am grateful for another year of you. Every time you feel like abandoning it all because you’re so tired I want you to remember your birthday. Yes, a reminder of the gift of time. When it all becomes too exhausting for you, there is my door. Waiting for its only other owner to arrive when she’s ready.

We are becoming so much more. I sometimes wonder if I carry this desire of wanting to become more with you, a bit more than you. With the gift of time, I will try to express my feelings better.

You bring ease to those of us around you. You are lovelier and more perfect than tranquil seas. A calming force which the drifting autumn leaves cannot try to compete with.

I love you. Wholeheartedly.

You hug at the blazer on your lap. Staining it with tears. Picking up your cellphone to walk to your bedroom balcony, opening the camera app, you hope. As you take an image of the rosy horizon, you hope. You hope that these memories won’t become such a painful occurrence in the future. With every passing day, signs of a day turning into evening would make it difficult for you to forget him.

The end! I'm sorry like really sorry. I wanted to see a realistic story depicting the aftermath of his death but I couldn’t find any. So I wrote it??

I have a happy story in mind if anyone is up to read it<3

Taglist for the sweethearts who were looking forward to to this: @akstormm @rain-moto @salimahbicharara-comun 💕

[bluepenstemon]

a small soldezangelo blurb from a fic i was gonna write but lost interest so i need someone to force me to write it

You haven’t known true fear until you’re being dragged into the Infirmary by an extremely angry, yet gentle son of Apollo. Will Solace currently had Leo and Nico clutched by the wrists as he dragged them across camp.

“Now, I think this is all just a little bit dramatic!” Leo exclaimed.

Will just glared at him and flung the door to the Infirmary open. Then he dragged the boys inside and sat them down on a cot each. His eyes were wide with concern and wrinkles were etched into his forehead.

“Is this really… necessary?” Nico asked quietly, fiddling with his fingers. The moment he and Leo had gotten back to camp, Will had practically tackled them both and dragged them here without explanation.

“Yes! You’ve just about killed yourself with your shadow travelling,” Will looked at Nico pointedly, then turned to Leo. “And you actually died for gods’ sake!”

“I wasn’t going to kill myself,” Nico argued, avoiding eye contact and looking pointedly down.

Will made a noise of disgruntlement and leaned forward to grab Nico’s wrist. Or he tried to, but Nico was about 50% shadows, so his hand went straight through, before his wrist became solid again and Will could grab him. Will cocked his eyebrow as if to say ‘see what I mean?’

“Okay, I didn’t really die-” Leo started.

This time, Will and Nico gave him a pointed look. “I felt your death!” Nico exclaimed at the same time Will shouted, “have you seen yourself lately?”

Will gestured up and down with his hand. Leo was covered in burns and scratches from his death and his skin still had a slightly ghostly tint to it from coming back to life. Nico desperately wanted to ask what had happened, but he sensed that Will might kill them himself if they didn’t do what he said.

Will groaned and pulled his hands over his face. “You two are going to be the death of me!” He murmured as he started to pace the Infirmary, grabbing things.

Leo sighed dramatically and started to open the drawers of the bedside table next to him. Will seemed to appear next to him almost immediately. “Do not touch anything!” He ordered, smacking Leo with a popsicle stick.

“Ack! Calm down, man. You’re freakin’ me out!” Leo exclaimed. He huffed and crossed his arms over his chest.

“I’m freaking you out?! You just died! You’re freaking everybody else out!” Will exclaimed before shoving a glass of water into Leo’s hands. Then he walked around the cot to Nico and thrust a glass of water into his hands as well.

“Both of you drink that,” Will ordered with a horrifying look in his eye.

People said that Nico was scary, but he had never been more scared than he was right now. No one had so aggressively tried to care for him before. It was terrifying and also… unexpected? Nico hadn’t thought anyone would even notice he was gone, looking for Leo. He knew Leo’s death had been weird and he couldn’t sleep without knowing what happened.

Will took a deep breath before speaking again. This time his tone was a lot more gentle and soft, as if Nico and Leo were breakable.

“I’m going to start with you since I’m not sure what I’m even supposed to do with you,” he explained, turning to Leo.

Nico shrugged, but Leo got all dramatic.

“He’s more at stake! He’s half shadows for gods’ sake! Deal with him first,” Leo pouted.

Will stared at him for a moment or two and then gestured at Nico. “What am I supposed to do with him other than watch him and make sure he doesn’t disappear!”

[dramionestills]

Dramione month day 9: secret baby

The quiet hum of the coffee house paired with the delightful aromas of the brews and the pastries made for the perfect ambiance for a spot of afternoon reading. Hermione had found this cozy place fairly recently and immediately began to frequent it as often as possible; a much needed reprieve after workdays that had been so intense of late that her mind desperately needed a break. It was also a relatively unknown spot, at least to her friends. While she dearly loved them, sometimes she just needed her space. Especially after the Slytherin crew began to join them on nights out and she had ended up… well. Best not to think about that.

She had just begun really getting into her book when she felt someone slide into the booth across from her. She didn’t have to look up to know it was HIM. Even if his aura hadn’t been an oppressive force she could not ignore, his mouth watering scent of cedar and musk and green apple was too unique for her to not recognize him immediately. She had been avoiding him for weeks but that was no longer possible.

“Malfoy,can I help you with something?” She said, without looking up from her book.

“Ah, so you can see me, after all. I feared I might’ve become invisible but, alas, you were the only one unable to see me.”

“Yeah… I am sorry but it’s been a weird few weeks. I never meant for it to go this long…”

“No matter. We’re talking now. So. Are you feeling better?”

Hermione felt her heart stutter. How did he know?

“Yes, it was a rough week. How did you find out?”

“Daph. She told me she saw you running to the loo several times a day.”

“Oh no” Hermione covered her face “I am mortified, why would she relay that information?”

“Well, I think she was trying to be a good friend”

“Not to me apparently. Hell bent on embarrassing me, that one is” She grumbled.

“And Pansy mentioned you’d been shopping recently” Odd. how was that in any way relevant t their situation, Hermione thought?

“Well, the weather’s finally chillier and you know me, I can’t resist an oversized sweater in the Fall”

“And they provide so much… extra room. I imagine”

Was he implying she had gained weight? She hadn’t contacted him after one night of pure unadulterated lust so he was insulting her now?

“Malfoy, I sincerely don’t know what you want me to say but I doub..”

“And,” he interrupted her, “Theo said he saw you in St. Mungo’s last week” His tone had shifted. From the cool, aloof man he had been trying to portray since he had sat down to this barely restrained and almost feral look in his eyes. What on earth?

“Um..” She gulped air, getting a little bit freaked out by his change in demeanor. “Yes, just a standard check up.” She glanced around, trying to see if anyone had noticed the impending meltdown. The café had emptied out so it was just them and the barista, who was blissfully unaware washing dishes and wearing an enormous pair of noise canceling headphones. Thank Merlin for small mercies.

“And?? How was it?” He wipes a bead of sweat.

“Everything was fine. Malfoy why do you care? It was just routine, nothing to worry about” She chuckled nervously. He couldn’t possibly suspect anything, right?

“That’s… That’s good yeah. So..” He looked at her expectantly.

She shook her head, unsure how to proceed from this awkward conversation, when he finally blurted out:

“Please, Granger, I am begging you. Tell me, when are you due?”

“Due? Due what?”

“Granger stop being obtuse. Due to deliver my child.”

“What are you talking about?!” She was stunned. Her flabbers, gasted.

“Hermione, I know we’ve had our differences in the past. “ He reached for her hands on the table. “But I thought since we’ve all been hanging out as a group and then that night two months ago I figured, hey maybe I’ve got a shot, you know? But then you stopped talking to me and you had morning sickness and you had to get maternity clothes and you’ve been getting checkups and I just.. I REFUSE to let you go on with this and have my secret child. I demand to be a part of this!”

His rant ended and he finally looked up from where their hands were still clasped and into her face. He was out of breath and she was staring at him open mouthed. For what felt like ten minutes but was probably just a few seconds neither of them spoke.

And then Hermione began to giggle. And the giggle became a full out belly laugh.

“Oh, Draco” she was wiping tears from her eyes, “I feel like you added up two and two and came up with five.”

“I don’t understand.”

“I am not pregnant, Draco.”

“Really?”

“Yes, really. First of all, if I was, I would most definitely let you know, I refuse to go through a pregnancy alone when I could have you at my beck and call.”

“Oh.” He deflated. He was a jumble of mixed feelings, a bit of relief but also sadness. He might have actually really wanted to have a baby with her. “But then.. The loo? And the clothes? And Mungo’s?”

“I had a bad gastrointestinal infection which had me running to the loo at work multiple times a day. I was not in there puking, though. It was a different sort of expulsion and I refuse to go any further into detail and Daphne should have kept her mouth shut because it just gave you… ideas.”

She rubbed her temples and continued. “Draco, sometimes an oversized sweater is just a bid for comfort. And as for Theo blabbing about my visit to St. Mungo’s… I get monthly treatments to help with some of the aftermath of the war… I didn’t want to mention it to you because I know it is a difficult topic, what happened at the Manor back then.”

“Well. I am thoroughly embarrassed. I apologize for the intrusion, Granger. Glad we could clear this up. I will be taking my leave.” As he gets up to go and starts toward the exit, Hermione can hear him mumbling under his breath. Something about “no wonder she didn’t reach out to me I am delusional” and “will never live this down” and “got my hopes up for nothing”

Her gaze softened and she smiled at this. She couldn’t let him go without saying something. She jumped to her feet and grasped his wrist before he could disappear from her life again.

“Malfoy. Draco. Look, life got in the way and then it had been too long so I had been hesitant to owl you… but if you’re still interested maybe we can go on a date? And then we can work our way up to a baby?” She smirked at him and his stunned face morphed into a smirk back at her. “Why, Granger, I might enjoy that idea a lot. No secret babies, though. Right?

“Yes, Draco, no secret babies ever.”

[sunsetshifting]

Important Things to Script For Your DR!

Now above all else, safety is the most important thing to script. ‘Safety’ is, of course, also quite relative to one’s DR, so when examining this list, please keep in mind what is and is not relevant to you.

That said, here’s my list of 20 important things to script for your reality shifting journey!

You cannot die - Arguably the most important one to script, unless you’re experiencing some sort of Minecraft hardcore-esque DR. Dying in a DR is no less traumatic and terrifying than it is in your Original Reality, so please exercise caution and remember to script that you cannot die.

You have a high pain tolerance - This one is a bit of a matter of preference, but is generally a good idea to script in. Some people script out pain entirely, but this generally makes the DR feel less ‘real’, and so the safest bet is to simply make sure your pain tolerance is high.

You will never be tortured or kidnapped/You will never be SA’d - This is a given. Even if it seems unlikely in your DR, this is still good to have just in case.

You cannot lose any teeth or have them knocked out - I don’t really see this aspect talked about much, but I would personally prefer to err on the side of caution, especially considering just how likely I am to be punched in some of my DRs (MHA, for example.)

Time pauses when you are not in your DR - This one is easily within the top 3 of most important things to script. You certainly wouldn’t want to return to your DR after a shifting break only to discover that several months had passed without your knowledge!

You cannot be dragged out of your DR against your will - This is a good one for making sure you don’t accidentally shift back to your OR. Of course, it may still happen if you haven’t properly grounded yourself (don’t worry, it’s easy, you just have to touch and look at things around you) but this is still a good measure to take.

Nobody will know that you’re a reality shifter unless you tell them - This is a good one to have just in case. You never know how someone might react to this information. On that note…

The people in your DR are accepting of shifting - Another good bit to include if you plan on telling anyone (not necessary, but some people like to.) This ensures that nobody cuts ties with you or freaks out on you!

Everyone around you has good hygiene - This one is deceptively important. Whether you’re attending UA or slumming it in TWD, you definitely want to avoid as much rank smell as you can.

You cannot be maimed or permanently injured in your desired reality beyond scars that do not impede your ability to perform any sort of task - This is entirely personal preference. This just sees to it that you don’t suffer a non-fatal injury that debilitates or disables you in some fashion (such as losing fingers or an eye.)

You cannot be brainwashed or otherwise forced to forget how to shift out of the DR - Another safety precaution, just in case you come into contact with someone or something that can change your memories or take over your mind.

You will be safe from all potential diseases and illnesses/You will never be arrested or sent to prison/You will always have enough money to purchase whatever you want - These are moreso to fluff up and boost the experience of your DR, but some people choose to avoid these for the sake of a challenge or realism. I, personally, enjoy them. :3c

There will never be natural disasters or a risk of tragedy such as shootings or fires - As someone with a severe fear of both thunderstorms and shootings, this is essential.

You will remember everything your clone experienced while you were in your DR - This is a good measure to make sure that things are perfectly in order when you get back^^

You will never be involved in a car crash or plane crash - Good to make sure your DR experience doesn’t end prematurely/randomly, as well as to avoid unneeded trauma.

You will not remember the plot of your DR - This one is only relevant if your DR is based off a fictional piece of media. This helps to prevent you from 1. messing up the plot, 2. revealing things before you should know them.

People respect your name/pronouns - As someone who’s trans, this one is completely necessary regardless of where I shift.

You automatically know everything your DRself knows - Just a bit of insurance to make sure that there’s no problems with you slotting into your DRself’s position!

Your eyes open automatically once you arrive in your DR - This helps take away the guessing of when to open your eyes for awake methods, as well as comfort for other methods.

A SIGN! - This one is more abstract, but this generally just means something to make yourself aware that you’ve shifted! Generally, people will script that they either hear birds chirping, smell coffee, or taste something bitter. The key here is to use one or more of your five senses! Anything goes, beyond that point!

[seobstarr]

ON THE COURT— 018: Little miss dookie

written part first then smau at the bottom <3

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“That was good, guys. Let’s take five.” The boys nod, wiping off their sweat before running towards their water bottles lined up on the bench.

“Seob,” Y/N raises a hand to call him over. “That pass you made was good, but I think it was a little late. Make sure you're working on your agility when you're passing it to Jiung, alright?”

“Got it—”

“I actually think his hit was good. As the libero, it shouldn’t be his job to figure out the play. That’s the setter's responsibility,” Cora interjects from the bench above Y/N. She turns to look at the girl in confusion.

“I understand that, but what I'm saying is that if he had been a second later, he wouldn’t have been able to pull off the pancake and get it up for Kyo to hit to Jiung,” Y/N responds, clutching her clipboard tightly to her chest.

“I know that—”

“It didn’t seem like you did,” a deeper voice interrupts from behind Y/N, startling both girls. “If Jongseob had been a couple of seconds late, we would’ve lost the match. I’m glad Y/N caught that and told Jongseob something,” Keeho announces, capping his water bottle without making eye contact with either of the girls. “Because lord knows what would happen if this were a real game and Y/N didn’t catch the play we just did. We could have lost.”

His eyes shift from his sealed bottle to Cora’s, tilting his head in observation. “If we only thought about ourselves, we’d be terrible at the game. We’re trying to make it to nationals. Also, I don’t think you should be giving us pointers. Y/N’s our manager, not you.” Jongseob coughs a bit, trying to ease the tension between the three in front of him.

“I—I’m sorry, I was just trying to be helpful,” Cora says, a visible frown forming on her face.

“We don’t need your help. Theo invited you to watch, not manage,” Keeho retorts.

“Keeho,” Y/N interjects warily, waving her hand in front of her in objection. “How about we all get back on the court? I want to try play B before we decide on A.”

Taking a deep breath, Y/N nods towards Keeho, who follows her movement and then nods in agreement. “Okay, I’ll tell the others.”

Y/N nods back, and they both run off to the net, ready to get the team back on track.

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[statistically-spencer]

Fortunate Dream PT. 2

Summary: Your dream of joining the BAU was becoming more and more real. How will you handle sharing a private jet with your favorite characters?

Pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!reader (eventual), BAU members x reader(platonic)

A/N: Sorry for the long wait on this one! I finished Calculus 1 in 4-weeks while also being in a musical so I ran out of time there for a bit. Enjoy!

w/c; 783

Part 1 here

As confused as you were, you were having a great time experiencing the relationship that dream-you had with the members of the BAU. Everyone seemed to like you just fine.

On the jet, you found a place to sit in the window seat on the opposite side of the isle, where Derek sat, leaving an empty seat next to yourself. Derek gave you an assuring smile. You wondered how many traits that you, and this version of you had that overlapped. Did the team know about your fear of flying? Did they know about your raging crush on Dr. Spencer Reid? Did they know that you had absolutely no idea what you were doing and that you totally should not be there right now?? 

Glancing up, you made eye contact with Spencer, who seemed to be walking suspiciously close to your row.

Oh.

You tried to act natural as he took a seat next to you. 

You didn’t have to act natural for long, though, because in an instant the jet began to roll forward, faster and faster.

You swallowed deeply.

“Are you okay, Y/n? I know you never like flying but you seem like something is really off.”

“No, I’m okay.” You lied, “I’m just... I just didn’t sleep much last night and I’m really tired.”

“Oh, well you know, there’s no need to worry about turbulence. If anything, we should really be concerned about-”

“Spencer, no offense, but if you’re about to tell me about how what we should really be concerned about is the onset of a thunderstorm, contributing to the possibility of microbursts, I’d rather not hear it.”

You heard a chuckle and looked up to see Derek standing next to you. 

“Oooh, she’s got you figured out, Reid. Better be careful.”

You blushed. You were only remembering something Spencer had said in an episode of Criminal Minds. Had that episode happened yet in this timeline? 

“Oh no... I was just... I just don’t need to be any more freaked out than I already am right now.” You cleared your throat. 

Spencer smiled at you, “We’ll be fine.”

You were trying to think of something to say to the man. Anything. This was your chance to talk to the love of your life and you were drawing a blank. You couldn’t think of one clever thing to say to him. You just kept looking up at him, and whenever you looked, it seemed like he was looking, too. Which was probably a good sign, right? Instead, it was mostly silent. With you making the occasional attempt to look fine whenever there was turbulence. 

In the midst of everything, you forgot that you were, for the time being at least, a real FBI agent. And, you were in fact, actually dealing with criminals. However, those facts became extremely apparent when Garcia phoned in with details about the case. 

It was hard to focus when Spencer was sitting next to you the entire time. Being so real. So cute. So... Good smelling somehow. 

“-Well, we know hardly anything about the suspect.”

If you had been in a laughing mood after hearing all of the gruesome details of the case, you would’ve laughed at Emily’s statement.

“Male. Thirty-five-”

You froze, realizing that you and Spencer were saying the same thing.

“...Keeps within his inner circle.” You finished, looking Reid up and down slowly.

A quick glance around the jet told you that this was not an uncommon event. In fact, the knowing looks that were being shared by the rest of the team said quite the opposite.

Spencer blinked, trying to come up with more information.

“Also he definitely has children.”

“Obviously.” You blinked, looking around.

“I said that out loud, didn’t I?”

Luckily, the look on Spencer’s face wasn’t disgust like you expected. He looked... Proud? Happy?

Wait a minute. You were so caught up in information about the case that you didn’t stop to wonder how you came to that conclusion. Was that normal for you? Were you also a super genius? Perhaps. It was highly plausible, now that you were thinking about it. You were obviously young like Spencer was. Why else would you be on the team at that age? Huh. You liked being smart. It was cool.

“We’ll need to split up upon arrival-” Hotch interrupted your thoughts, “Prentiss you’ll be with Morgan, you’ll share a room at the hotel as well. And Y/L/N, you and Reid will be staying in the other room.”

Oh.

You stole a quick glance at Spencer. The over-confidence you had both been showing had disappeared in an instant.

“You got it, boss.” You tightened your lips.

Why would you say that?

[fanfiction-blep]

How do you think Na’vi Miles would react when he finds out his fem!so got sexual harassed by one of his teammates (not Lyle I kinda like him) or someone else

Read a book yesterday and something like this happend and now I can’t get it out of my head

Thank you for the request, I won't lie I tapped into some of my own personal experiences with this one. And I will be cautious with writing prompts like this in the future.

Miles Quaritch x Fem/Reader

Warnings: Sexual harassment, Violence. blood. Manhandling. angst.

(Y/N) stepped into the control centre room, paperwork clutched close to her chest. Eyes lowered the ground. She wanted to stay out of sight and out of mind, she wanted to avoid him. She was successful in her mission until Miles entered the room, his voice catching the attention of all that are present.

"(Y/N) there ya are been looking all over for ya" a large smile across his face as he eagerly bounced over to her, steps slapping against the floor. He wasn't stupid he knew something was bothering her. But anytime he prodded she would close up. His only clue was it was worse on the days she worked, so now he was going to tail her. She didn't need to know that. She forced a smile onto her lips trying to ignore the eyes burning into the back of her skull. She hadn't told Quaritch about the wondering eyes, or wayward hands even the leud comments that rolled off his tongue. She knew how he would react and she had been dealing with this her whole life, she knew confronting him would make it worse. She could risk her safety, he was military and she was a scientist. She may know how to dispose of a body but she had no real ability to kill someone, if she spoke up. She didn't know how he would react. That would be if she spoke to a superior, if she defended herself directly he might increase his antics. She was a women, a scientist. She had dealt with narrowminded sexist pigs for over half her life, she knew there was no way she could handle this and end up better for it. So she stayed quiet, and it had been months and he hadn't stopped. "Hey you doing okay?" He draped his arm over her shoulders, leaning in. He made eye contact with one of the new recruit who had been hanging around a bit to much for his liking.

"Mmmh" she mumbled handed her documents to the nearest tech. "Just have a lot to do today, I'll catch you later?" She stepped onto her tippy toes and placed a kiss on his cheek. She slipped out of his grasp and made her way to her next arrand. The lab.

Hours passed, she was examining some epithelial samples from the recoms trying to asses the rate of regeneration within the cells. When she felt a presence in the room with her she looked over her shoulder and saw him standing a few meters away from her.

"Can i help you with something?" Her voice was on the brink of breaking she felt the pressure in her chest building and chill running down her arms

"Oh you know exactly what you can help me with"

"I have no idea what you are talking about, I am very busy." She turned away trying to peacefully prevent the situation from escalating. His steps were fast as he grabbed the handle of her chair turning him to face him. Fear gripped her muscles, anxiety bubbling in her chest. She tried to stay calm but something was different today, he looked at her different. She knew he wasn't going away.

"I saw you today being all slutty with the Colonel, if you spread your legs for that freak you can do it for me too right?" She tried to stand up and walk away but as soon as her back was turned to him he grabbed her waist with one hand, pulling her flush against his back. His other hand reached up and cupped her right breast. "Common, if you fight it'll just make it harder on you" She lifted her right arm jabbing his elbow into his ribs. "You bitch!" He removed his hands from her body but placed one in her hair pulling at the roots.

"LET ME GO" She screamed, her lips becoming hot a tall tale sign heavy tears were about to fall from her eyes.

"Get your dirty hands off my girl" Quaritch had heard her scream, already heading to check in on her he caught the young recruit in the act. He stormed over the younger soldiers hands releasing (Y/N)s hair. Hands in the air.

"It's not what it looks like Colonel" He was smirking, he thought that he could get away with it. (Y/N) ran over to her partner, standing behind him. Hand on his back.

"Common, lets go" She tried to encourage him. He took one look at the tears falling from her eyes and he decided then that he would deal with it himself. He stormed over grabbing the younger man by his shirt.

"It looks like you put your hands on a women, my women" He was seething with rage. "You've been doing this for months haven't you? touching her, hurting her"

"She's been begging for it for months. women like that need to be put in their place." The colonels other hand smashed into the creeps face Holding him in place with the hand on his shirt, he pummelled the guy. Only happy when his knuckles were covered in red blood. Miles dropped the guy to the ground. Leaving him there. He walked over to (Y/N) placing a comforting hand on the small of her back. Leading her out of the room. taking her to the med room just to make sure, even though she insisted that she was fine.

"I'll make sure he's on the next shuttle back to earth tonight. He's not touching you again baby" He placed a tentative kiss on your temple. In that moment you knew that you never had to deal with situations like this again. He would take care of you when you weren't in a position to do it yourself.

To be clear, women are fully capable of taking care of themselves but when sexual harassment takes pace in a working environment it can at times takes someone in a higher position to solve the problem.

[vallanoux]

𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐜𝐡𝐫𝐚 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐚. - 𝐀𝐂𝐓 𝟏, 𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐄 𝟏

ps: i'm new here and idk what i'm doing, but this is the first chapter of a lucifer m. x reader x alastor fic <3

(name) (surname) was nothing special. Sure, a famous broadway star, but that was it. She was just another regular human who experienced normal, average everyday problems. A difficult “hellhole” of a childhood, a lack of love life, worry and uncertainty for the future... all of them were undoubtedly issues that everyone went through, were they not?

In this day and age, who didn’t come from some form of trauma-inducing childhood hellhole? 

The only thing that really stood out about (name) (surname) was her death. She died in a freak accident at age 28. Sent to hell by such a gruesome death––what a poor thing! Especially straight into the ring of pride. That really was the only interesting thing about her.

Or so, most people would believe. 

“Why, oh why the hell am I in Hazbin Hotel?!!” (name) cried. 

(name) (surname) didn’t die in a freak accident at age 28. No, she was transmigrated into Hazbin Hotel, an adult animated series that had its first season recently aired in the beginning of the year 2024 after its pilot a couple years prior.

(name) sighs, and she slumps down on the sidewalk. She confusedly stared at her surroundings. The buildings were all gray, either barely holding up or derelict and destroyed. The roads were all covered with some form of garbage. Feces, drugs, guts. And god, everything was painted in red. Concrete bathed under the sky of red and puddles of crimson blood and innards. 

With a rising acid reflux, and her own build up stress, she could feel her own vomit crawl up her throat, waiting for her to belch out her instant noodle and scrambled egg breakfast. All too familiar with this feeling, she pressed her hand against her chest and stopped breathing in and out. The bile manages to sink back into her stomach, and at that, (name) breathes a huff of relief. 

“I need to get my shit together.” 

Just as she says that to calm herself, she sees a familiar face, staring at her. (name) didn’t know what to feel. Relief? Fear? Excitement? She could only stare at the figure standing in front of her––the figure of hell’s head honcho, Lucifer Morningstar. She couldn’t tell what he felt. The expression on his face was too well concealed. (name) opened her mouth, her lips trembling as she spoke. She couldn’t understand why such a man was here. 

“Hello,” (name) mutters out, holding her eye contact. 

Lucifer tilts his head and thankfully, he speaks. He didn’t sound angry, but he also didn’t sound all too pleased either. “Were you sent by Father? That divine power in you must mean something.” 

“I don’t even know why I’m here. What are you talking about..?” (name) was honest with her words. She stared at him helplessly, with a tone of desperation etched into her voice. “I don’t- I..” 

(name) could feel the tears building up in her eyes. She desperately wipes away her own tears, but they would only continue to patter right out. They were the tears of a showman. A through and through famous broadway star that presented their act as thorough as a michelin chef serving a full course five star meal. A meal that Lucifer bit into with little to none hesitation. 

He looks away regrettably. The flame of suspicion that once burned in his eyes flickering into dying embers. He truly wanted to believe (name). But this situation was far too… perfect. “I don’t know what I could do for you.” He summarizes up briefly and regrettably, and he turns around. He looks away. 

“W- Wait please. Don’t leave me here. Please. I don’t know what’s happening. If you could just give me a place to stay?” She lowered her head and pleaded. 

He turns his gaze back to her and his face morphs into a troubled expression. His lips curl into a worried frown and he balls his hands into a fist, where, (name) noticed, a wedding ring still nicely wrapped around his ring finger despite his widower status. He sighs and unclenches his hands. 

“You know I could be a totally bad guy, right?” Lucifer mutters. “You shouldn’t trust the first person you meet.”

“I know that. But you just seem.. Kind.” (name) was careful with her words, painting herself in an innocent light. A light that Lucifer would feel the need to protect. 

“Kind?” He narrows his eyes briefly, unsure. Yet as always, his gaze returns to her eyes. “Sure, why the hell not. Come, stay with me. But don’t blame me if you regret it too much.” 

(name) manages a small smile and held his hand, “I don’t think I will.” 

Her expression drops slightly when Lucifer’s grip on her hands tighten. His eyes narrowed and cut through her, “but if you’re lying… I promise you’ll find yourself in a situation far worse than being in hell.”

(name) nervously and shakily nods her head. “Got it.” 

2.7 pages

883 words

status: edited

Notes:

this is a story i created for fun, so updates are inconsistent~

only lucifer and alastor will be love interests currently.

also a small reminder, don't ask for posts/updates. it ruins my motivation to publish anything. if someone comments or personally asks, i might just consider postponing an update simply because.

[siremasterlawrence]

The Private Harem

She is the most beautiful thing I have see since I started this long journey but luxury ship to that private island, apparently I am sharing it with this swinging couple who saw me earlier surprisingly cornering me for a chat. I do not swing so I did my best to dismiss myself from the conversation but she has a way of tracking me down and leaving me no choice but to sit and talk for a bit. I told her a bit about me which was a major mistake on my part because she fell deeply off after that and ran away.Annoyed I thought what I was wrong with me but anyway before I could go to sleep I had this weird sensation to go for a walk and get some cool air instead putting on my jacket and I must have wondered off because I was cornered by her once more accosting me by the wall. This time asking for my forgiveness about her reaction as she is coming to my side, she introduces me to her needy husband who has a thing for me apparently as well and they ask if I could put them under. He puts a cigarette to his mouth all the while maintaining contact with me as he retrieves his liter fluid, he lifts it pressing the tigger his fear melts away as he takes a drag leaving me disgusted but I decide to have a bit of fun with my built in rage.

“Hey Tyler! Why do you like to smoke? “

“It relaxes me, great distress here”

“Precisely! You can feel it now deep inside “

“The tingling pricking sensation in your nerves.”

“Instant release”

“Take another drag”

“There you go”

“Feels good”

“Every drag takes you deeper “

“As you do I what you to turn to her “

“Blow smoke in her face what “

“Wait! No…I”

“You like it? I want you to count to thirty and sleep”

“Yes! One”

“Fuck….thirty”

“Yyyyeeeesssss”

The next day I snap both Tyler and Bitsie back to reality as they come to their eyes betray them, face me completely at a loss for words taking in there surroundings far from the ship but they oh so much moreprivate a revelation. I agree to meet them after we back at my agreed spot but as I made my way their I am greeted by a strange guy a bit older than mr with a arrow in his hands pointing it at me till he realized I am guest, he freaks out putting it to his snide he apologizes to me but I am not in the mood and I refuse to hear it from him despite his efforts. Never the less the day passes by in to night my eyes begin to sleep closing in, my body falls back head first into the cushy soft and colorful pillowcases and then all went down straight to hell at the sound of heavy rapid knocks on my door as if someone a lunatic is trying to break in. I open the door to see him. The same guy with this apologetic look on his face, his expression was almost kind of pathetic I wanted to laugh but I was so infuriated. He studies my face in explosive intent hoping to see some sign of me being understanding about the situation, but I am beyond angry and not in the mood to have any discussions on the topic. He continues to press on even getting to a point where I can see he’s getting extremely tired but refusing to look away for me as to say we can be here all night and I sigh finally giving in and accepting. His lips being spread into a smile, showcasing his white teeth looking stunning as usual, but that definitely is to be well expected from his type of course as we all know. I know his eyes hit the corner of the room completely enamored by the burning of the candlelight stick calling him as his feet attempting to barely walk right in the moment of enlightenment I strike. My two slaves come in to the light taking his hands and lead him to a table with the light as his mind goes in to overdrive the door opens to reveal his partner Barry who is quickly injected.

“Who are you? Why did you do tthhiiss”

“Well being nosey is a no no”

“Besides you feel good”

“Oh right!”

“You like me”

“We met earlier “

“Hey! How are you ?”

“I am doing fine “

“Wonderful really “

“Perfect “

“What do you think?”

“I love you “

“Hey Stephen “

“You met Master Grant”

“I love Master”

“We both do”

“We had him first “

“So what? Go kick rocks”

The party event planners on the event are at my door immediately popping up upon me in my sights because with a bright smile he is walking in and placing his giant planner on the table spreading it out over the next hour or so. I watch in awe and amazement as he details the events unveiling my corporate take over of this island paradise in a matter of a day because I own them all for life now and I flip my back to him opening a Chester drawer to find a letter in bold gold and red letters. Handing it to him he stares at it strangely in in confusion he picks up a envelope opener to the back slowly undoing it as the back of it keels to the side and a load of purple dust blows our from the envelope instantly hits him head on. It is on impact as Jensen’s facial expression goes dim with a beautiful, silly and sexy as fuck smile covering his face while his body is letting go he relaxed his back slamming into the floor head first he floats in to a state of mindless. “Nighty night sleepy boi dream of me and serving me.” I whisper in to his ears. Across the street his co-event planner continues the work so deeply invested as he jumps up at the knock on the door and has no idea why he is receiving flowers but once it it handed to him book the gas seeps right to his nose boop he is out.

“Wonderful! Why don’t the two of you sleep “

“Sleep it away “

“Let ours wash you “

“Wash you of everything “

“Your independence “

“Your life “

“Your wants”

“Needs and desires”

“Personalities ”

“What makes you tick”

“Your essence “

“Who are you ?”

“Answer me”

“Who am I?”

“I don’t know “

“My slaves “

“Yes! My pleasure”

“My purpose “

The gym is wonderful be facility I created the blue prints, commissioned and paid for It houses all sports, gym and a sauna in new original ways.

Speaking of new looking at Brenton’s heavy breathing in our state of the art wild house set for camping he is lost and stranded till the day is over and he can’t be happier as he sweats his life and brains away in deep heat. The heat causing him to hallucinating him in a sea of pure imagination he seas me across the pond someone he would pass and never pay attention to come to his side in a ability to help him. His days are over dropping on to my are he succumbs to my will like the big piece clay he is, I will mold him till perfection with my every whim and desire for my own personal enjoyment and no one else can no how it is to occupy one’s mind.

Colton exits the sauna feeling rejuvenation in the midst he walks out much shorter, gay, younger and so hot for what’s to come and it will be magnificent.

“Ugh! I need to go home!”

“Are you sore?”

“How are you here?”

“I am everything and everything “

“Invading my privacy “

“So are everyone else”

“Stop laughing “

“Who’s laughing? You must be high”

“Not possible”

“Didn’t the steam smell odd”

“You drugged me”

“I did no such thing “

“I simply applied some changes”

“You are so in to me”

“No…I am…hot”

“Yeah you are “

“What ins flaming hell? I am yours bro”

“Mwahahahahaha…Correct Dumbass”

“So who did you co-opt all of this?”

“Oh detectives if you have to ask?”

“Asshole! I’ll kill you”

“Chill”

“So naive “

“Who is ?”

“You stepped in to my trap “

“Let the games begin”

“What is that liquid “

“Your rebirth “

“Nnnnooo”

“For Master”

The end

[edynsgarden]

The Orchid

Chapter 3

There had been whispers of an American Jujutsu sorcerer with a cursed technique that rendered them unstoppable. No one could identify this sorcerer by face, but they were recognizable by photos of each cursed spirit with an orchid beside it. Typically, gossip about foreign sorcerers did not carry across the ocean to Japan, the pillar of Jujutsu, but it seemed that this American sorcerer dubbed “the orchid” was the only topic of conversation in the Jujutsu world. While many higher ups and special grade sorcerers feared the arrival of The Orchid, Satoru Gojo was excited. Finally, a rival, an equal, or maybe… a lover.

Story Warnings: heavy smut, breeding kink, spanking, spitting, violence, mentions of abuse, blood

Chapter Warnings: none <3 (no smut this chapter)

Author's note: We've approached the station squad, next chapter is about to be gooood.

Chapter 0.5 - Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3

Chapter 3

Other than the twin bed, the rest of the room was simple, it was a long bedroom, not as cramped as her college dorm with one shared bathroom. “Okay then,” Shiloh responded nonchalantly, sitting on her new bed. Something about this girl perplexed Gojo. Not to say that she is ‘unlike other girls,’ but her stoicism was incredibly confusing. Gojo was used to girls fawning over him or being completely done with his annoying antics, but Shiloh, she got over things too quickly. He could tell that the living situation initially bothered her, but now she seemed completely fine. But, little did Gojo know that Shiloh was freaking the fuck out. Not because she minded the mess, she could conjure the same clothes but folded, but she didn’t know how she would live with Gojo. Unfortunately, with the constant flow of cursed energy that was flowing into her body, her ambition and sex drive are constantly high, so she literally cannot help but want to fuck Satoru. But it’s a-okay their beds are on the opposite side of the room. No worries. 

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Oh. My. Fucking. God Shiloh thought to herself. She had just finished conjuring all of her things and was exhausted, even though she didn't expend that much cursed energy to do so. But, what she was really “oh my fucking god-ing” about was Gojo, who just walked out of a steaming hot shower with nothing on but a white towel hanging low on his waist.  “Do you need something?” Gojo asked, plummeting Shiloh from her trance. “Nope, I am all good, just tired is all. I keep spacing out.”  Nice save Shiloh! She shoots! And she scores Shiloh prayed that Gojo didn’t notice her previous staring but the smirk on his face said otherwise. But how could she not? His tall, lean body was glistening from the water that dripped off of his platinum hair. He looked oiled up like some stripped in Las Vegas. Genuinely, he was hot enough to slide into Magic Mike and no one would notice.  “It’s alright, I get it. People can’t resist these washboard abs,” Gojo joked, flexing his muscles. God help me Shiloh pleaded, she understood that he was joking but her exhaustion killed her mental resolve, one more flex or movement and she would be hopping onto Satoru.  “Shut up. Boo, this is the worst show I’ve ever seen.” Shiloh said, standing up from the bed, an attempt to humble Satoru from his obnoxious posing. But seriously, she needed him to stop as soon as possible before she jumped his bones.  “Oh so you want more? I am not giving you enough Shy?” Oh. The air made a 180 shift, and Shiloh was getting hot. But she was no pussy (said pussy being extremely wet), but aside from that fact, she does not fuck around. So she had to play the game.  “I’m not quite sure you could handle what I want babe,” Shiloh cooed in a seductive tone.  Now Gojo wasn’t sure if he would be able to survive this conversation. Shiloh’s big, brown, doe eyes glistened as she spoke, never breaking eye contact. Shiloh subtly bit her bottom lip, sucking on her cheek with a smirk.  “Oh I doubt you could handle me, babe” Gojo spoke in a mere whisper. Their faces are intimately close, noses almost touching. Shiloh licked her luscious lips, Gojo too readied himself for a night yet to come, a tent forming in his pants. And before anyone could blink, Gojo quickly gripped the back of Shiloh’s head, pulling her into a deep kiss. He didn’t understand what was wrong with him, he was never this weak, but this girl had flipped his world upside down. Shiloh fell into the kiss, pulling the two down a rabbit hole of attraction and lust. But, their moment was temporarily cut short when Gojo slightly pulled away to say “This isn’t right. But I’m okay with being wrong.” “I guess two wrongs do make a right.” 

[igotanidea]

The Fear : Jason Todd x fem!reader part 6

A/N: DRAMA TIME!

part 1

part 2

part 3

part 4

part 5

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„Y/N….”

„Hi, Jace.”

„You’re not real.” he stated coldly, stern expression on his face. He let go of her hand the second he realized he was holding it.

“I can assure you I am.” She looked down, saddened. She knew this would hurt, but even the knowledge could not fully prepare her for the amount and intensity of it.

“No.” he shook his head “You’re not. You left. This is not happening.” he jumped to his feet, as far away from her as possible leaving the girl sitting on the floor, watching him walk in circles around the cave. “I don’t believe you!”

“Jay…..” she stood up drawing level with him, once again reaching for his hand but he took a step back, his hazy gaze fixed on her face.

“Stay out of my way!”

“You know I can’t.” she whispered, rooted to the spot. Any move would only make the situation worse.

“I don’t want you here!”

“I know.”

“so why are you haunting me!?”

“Haunting?” she raised an eyebrow at him “haunting, Jay? I’m still alive. Out of everyone in the world you should know how to spot a deceased person.”

“You are dead to me. You were dead to me from the moment you walked out of the manor’s door. The second you gave up on me. On us. “

“I gave up?” she hissed her eyes narrowing “you sure about that?”

“I…….” he hesitated, his eyes slowly becoming more aware, clear sign of getting back in touch with reality and Y/N decided to suppress her anger to the benefit of making hay while the sun was still shining.  

“Focus, Jay. Just for a second and then I’ll leave you alone. What happened? What do you remember?” she took a step forward“tell me…” she whispered moving even closer, within an arm’s reach and much to her surprise, Jason reached out, grabbed her waist and pulled her into his chest, holding so freaking tight. “Jaybrid?”

“It’s really you….” he whispered hiding his face in her messy hair breathing in her scent “you are here…..”

“I am….” Her voice broke when she embraced him back “And you’re safe. No one’s going to hurt you.”

“I missed you. I made a mistake when I let you go. Fucking mistake. Can you forgive me?”

“It’s in the past, Jay.” She patted his back, a bit awkwardly and pulled away making him wince from the lack of contact. “How are you feeling? Are you fully back on Earth?”

“Yeah, I guess so. I mean, now I remember what happened. Is Jimmy safe?”

“Who’s Jimmy?” she frowned but realization came upon her “you mean, the kid you were saving?”

“I wouldn’t exactly call it saving.”

“Whatever.” Y/N shrugged “and that’s the question you should be asking your brothers. I wasn’t at the scene how the hell would I know.”

“Why did you come? You wanted out of Gotham so bad and now you’re back.”

“Dick asked me for help.” She said out loud even if everything inside her was just screaming the truth. I missed you. I missed you. I missed you. She couldn’t confess to that though. Not since she was the reason of their break-up.  Or at least, she believed herself to be the reason.

One month ago

“What the hell?!” Jason burst through the door to Dick’s room, angered and worried. Y/N was laying in his brother’s bed, asleep, her face reddened, her nose swollen, clear signs of sobbing that happened not so long ago. Said brother was sitting on the edge of the furniture holding her hand, rubbing soothing circles onto her palm, making sure she was calm and no nightmares were haunting her.  “What happened?”

“She went through a mental breakdown.”

“What? Why? How?” Jason kneeled next to bed, putting loose strand of hair behind her ear, caressing her cheek. “Why didn’t she call me?”

“She did.” Dick corrected “a couple times actually. And so did I. You were obviously unavailable.”

“What? I didn’t…..” Jay reached for his phone. 10 missed calls “Fuck.”

“Yeah, that’s a good word. She couldn’t reach to you so she just came here. The best thing to do. She was shaking and sobbing like never before when Alfred opened the door and let her in.”

“Why….?” Jay panted “Did someone hurt her? I swear if anyone had the audacity to even come close I will …..”

“Hold it Jason. She never said it, but it was clearly visible it was because of you. She was worried, stressed, scared and tired. She broke down because you were ignoring her. She had no idea where you were and whether you were alive. I guess she was just as lonely as can be.”

“Fuck. She never said anything ……”

“Do you even know her?!” Dick finally snapped at his brother “of course she didn’t. She’s tough. She spend half of her life in belief she’s a burden to everyone and you did nothing to put her right! She was feeding on the scraps of your attention for weeks, Jason! Weeks! And what's even worse, she though she deserved it for being too clingy!”

“I never wanted that. I never considered….”

“Exactly. She’s too good for you, you know. She deserves so much better.”

“And you’re the one to give her that, huh? Nightwing? Of course you always think the best of yourself. You just can’t let any girl walk past you without some hookup, can you?!” Jason hissed, his voice filled with venom.

“Watch your words now, brother.”

“Or what, huh? What. Will. You. Do?”

“Don’t test me.” two vigilantes were  now standing face to face, eyeing each other, ready to strike upon slightest offensive word. They were both in love with the same girl, and even despite the fact that Dick’s feelings were purely brotherly-like, Jason was still jealous. Maybe it was because of his own insecurities and complexes. In this state, they might have really hurt one another if it wasn’t for the quiet, confused voice coming from the side of bed.

“ Guys?” Y/N lifted herself up and rubbed her eyes in a child-like manner, still a bit in a fog, from her anxiety strike and the unexpected, forced nap “what are you doing?”

“Y/N!” Jason rushed towards her, fast enough to outrun his brother “Are you all right?” he fell on the bed next to the girl, grabbing her hands in his, trying to make up for his fuckup.

“A bit dizzy, but apart from that…..”

“Do you need anything?” Dick asked, caringly

“Thank you, Dickie” she smiled at him and Jason fight the urge to clench his fists on his brother’s throat “you’ve already helped me so much.”

“Anytime Y/N.”

“I think you should leave, Dickhead. I’m here now, she’s in good hands.” Jay hissed, hugging Y/N against his chest, closer than Dick would ever be able to get.

“Y/N?”

“I’m good, Dickie. I’ll talk to you later, all right? That is, if Jace won’t crush me, cause at the moment I can’t breathe…..” she tapped on Jason’s shoulder lightly urging him to lose the grip.

“Sorry, baby” a light kiss on her forehead “You got me scared that’s it.”

“I’ll be next door, Y/N” Dick stated “if you need anything just call me, all right?” Y/N smiled and nodded and oldest Wayne left.

“Finally.” Jason sighed

“Jace!” the girl scoffed him lightly “why are you acting like a lunatic? This is your brother. And one of my best friends, so it happens.”

“But you want to be more than friends with him, don’t you?”

“What are you talking about?” she frowned and crossed arms over her chest, sitting up. The possessive attitude Jason was showing a second ago was now turning into anger. “We are friends.”

“And that is why you are sleeping in his bed?”

“Jason…..” she warned narrowing her eyes

“What? You can’t deny the facts, Y/N!”

“Maybe if you were there for me, I would be in yours!” she exclaimed “but guess what, you weren’t! Who do you think I needed most when my head started spinning and my legs gave up on me to the point where I almost fainted?! You, you dumbass! I needed you!”

“So what, now it’s my fault!?”

“YES!” she yelled and it got him by surprise “It is your fault! I never asked for anything! I never asked you to change, to stop your vigilantism! To quit getting yourself hurt. Because I knew how important it was for you. That helping people, whatever your definition of helping may be, was your thing. I just needed you with me. At least sometimes. But …..” she shook her head

“Finish it!”

“Fuck you Jason!”

“Finish that fucking sentence!”

“YOU SHITED ON ME!”

“And Mr. Grayson was here to pick up the pieces of our shattered soul, wasn’t he?!”

“YES! YES HE FREAKING WAS!”

“Well if that’s the case maybe I should just remove myself from the picture. Good luck building your life with him!”

“Wait. You are breaking up with me?!” the sudden rush of anger made her jump out of bed and face him. It was a bit funny how small she looked in comparision to him and yet, how combative she acted.

“You bet I am!” he snorted disparagingly, venom dripping from the words that burnt a bridge built between them and that he couldn't take back now.

“Oh, no, no, no, mister Hood!” she took a few steps towards him and started hitting his chest repeatedly “If anything I am breaking up with you. Not the other way round.”

“As you wish. You know, I could smell this whole relationship deal crumbling for a while now. Good thing you crashed completely. Now you only have yourself to blame. I’m out.”

“You are a bastard, Jayson Todd. But you are right, go back to Artemis. I bet she missed you so damn hard.” Y/N started shaking with both anger and pain.

“I…” he turned on his way towards the door “there is nothing between us.” he grabbed her wrist pulling her closer to him looking her straight into the eyes “Y/n. you hear me? Nothing. “

“Just like there’s nothing between me and Dick and yet you didn’t believe it. You didn't believe me.” she whispered not looking at him, and struggling free. “I think you should go now, Todd.”

She did not call him by his nickname…..

“Y/N…. I…. I’m sorry…..” the realization of everything he just said and how he acted slowly dawned on him.

“Yeah, I am too. Now, go.”

"Y/N.... Please......"

"JUST GO!"

He fucked up all along the line.

They never spoke about that situation again. After two weeks of silence on both parts, she said her goodbyes to Dick, Tim and Damian and left Gotham, and after making a promise to keep in touch moved to the neighboring city to continue her work and experiments in some other lab.

@pinksirensong

@shadow-pancake9

@lwtmonster91

@your-local-cryptid87

@princessbl0ss0m

@baebeepeach

@jasontodd-artemisgrace4life

[my-blind-album]

Lady Leonora Lesso x Female Reader- School For Good & Evil

Pairing; Fem!Never!Student!Reader x Lady Leonora Lesso

Featuring Characters; Kiko, Clarissa Dovey, Momo (fairy), Beatrix, Tedros, Hester, Hort, Sophie, Anadil, Dot, Casandra 

Category; Fluff?

Warning(s); none

Summary; Y/n is sent to the school for good and meets people who she believes are her new found friends but meets those who might just be her enemy as well. But after a certain redhead peeks her interest she starts to try and seek her attention, however, along the way she discovers secrets about the schools of good and evil including all the dark truths about how the true ending of the fairy-tale stories really end...

??? POV

“What do you think? Lavender or Tulips?” the little fairy on my shoulder shakes their head and points towards the Tulip in my left hand. “You’re right Lavender isn’t even in my list of favourite flowers” I say putting down the flower till I felt a tug on my hair. Looking over to my shoulder I spot my fairy pointing towards something. “What is it Momo? Is it perhaps a Dandelion?, or a Rose! I love Roses” Momo tugs onto my hair harder pulling me towards the middle of the flower garden. “What’s wrong M-” Looking down I see a girl in a blue dress with white stripes on and clock signs on it as well. “Oh! Is she alright?” I ask Momo as she shrugs her shoulders. We hear a groaning sound and look over to the girl who was now on her feet rubbing her head. “What in the madness” looking up from the ground the girl notices my presence and that of Momo’s and screams in fear. Covering my ears as Momo flies her way over to the girl slapping her across the face and the girl then silences herself. “Who are you? And where the hell am I?” After a while it hits me and I realizes who she is. “Are you the daughter of Alice? In wonderland?” “Yes...how do you know that?” “Well you kinda dress like her” I say. “I’m Kiko!” I reach out my hand for her to shake and eyes it as I casually put my hand back down. “Sorry I don’t like contact” “It’s fine! I totally understand” the girl forms a small smile across her lips before turning back to her serious face. “I’m Dinah” “Well it’s nice to meet you Dinah,” I respond “Well to answer your question, this is The School For Good And Evil” “The what?” she says raising her eyebrows with her arms crossed. I sigh shaking my head softly. “Come with me, there’s a lot- to learn” Grabbing her forearm and dragging her over to the school for good with Momo resting on my shoulder. 

??? POV

A splash is heard as I watch my fellow friends land into the muddy and dirty water. Laughing at their disgust in their faces. “Really Y/n?” “How come you didn’t fall into the water like the rest of us?” I make my way over to my friends with a wide mischievous grin on my face and my eyes glowing green. “Um, well, it seems to me that you all have forgotten that my mom’s the Cheshire Cat- and cats don’t like water” One of my friends rolls their eyes at me “Watch it Redhead, I not afraid to leave a few marks” I threaten my mad hatter friend Maddie as I let my claws show and there shine in the little bit of light being shone. “Hey! no killing till graduation! So get your ass inside! Freaks!” Looking over a guard hushes us to enter the large dark building in front of us. “Wow”  my friend Elizabeth speaks looking up at the castle. “This is perfect~” “Let’s go inside shall we?” Carlos speaks up and we all silently agree making our inside. 

Around the room is a whole dark interior which is absolute stunning but unfortunately the people aren’t as stunning as the place seems. We receive a bunch of glares from the people inside of the room which is rather odd...and not in a good way. “My word, is it just me or are we a bit out of the ordinary here?” Elizabeth whispers loud enough for our group to hear. “Yeah, that’s usually normal over in Wonderland” Carlos replies while a bald girl with a reptile on her shoulder hisses at him. “Guess people aren’t mad over” I say.

 A boy with short black hair jumps in front on Elizabeth. “Hey there, me again” “Elizabeth, you know him?” Maddie asks as Elizabeth let’s out a sigh. I met him as I was getting out of the water and he wouldn’t stop trying to taste my hair saying it smells like tea” “Aw~ Look at that, the Princess Of Hearts had made a new friend” I tease receiving daggers from the pouting girl. “Put it there!” the boy says pulling his hand out for Elizabeth to shake. As she does and pulls her hand away the hand comes off and she screams in agony. “Ta-da!” the boy laughs out. “It’s cleaner than my own hand” he remarks and Elizabeth gags at the sentence and we all try to hold in our laughs watching the interaction between the two. “I’m Hort by the way!” he says with a smile never leaving his mouth. “Hort? that sounds like something you cough up!” Elizabeth spats out. Hort places a hand on his chest looking at Elizabeth with what seems like admiration. “That’s the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me” everyone except Hort and Elizabeth whizzes trying to keep in their laughter. “Argh, weirdo!” Elizabeth says pushing Hort to the side and walking away and I turn to Hort giving him a shrug and he shrugs back casually. 

“Well that a bit rude, Elizabeth” “Excuse me, Carlos if you were in my shoes you’d understand” I catch up with the group while looking at Elizabeth. “Well he seems-” “Weird?” she says “I would have chosen Joyful but weird fine too I guess?” I say sending her a teasing smirk and she glares at me about to say something till Maddie cuts her off mid-sentence. “Hey, do you think she’s in charge?” “I don’t know your a read head you talk to her, you know, redhead to redhead?” I say and she hits my shoulder aggressively. “Ouch!” “Oh, don’t be a pussy!” she says with a smirk and my eyes glow green but Carlos gets between us cooling down the tense atmosphere. “How about Y/n speaks to the Lady since she’s the only one who didn’t get launched into the water” he insists and everyone else agrees. And I sigh in defeat. “Fine” I whine making my way to the redhead in a trench coat. “Excuse-” “Excuse me, Ma’am!?” I was cut off by a blonde girl covered in mud who slightly pushed me over. Oh hell nah. 

The redhead turns around facing the blonde before she notices my figure making my way over to her. “With what am I in need of assistance of?” she asks with her eyes still on me. “There must be a mistake and I am in the wrong school!” the blonde says speaking sternly at the lady before her and I stare at her in shock, surprised by her boldness to speak at an authority figure in such a manner. The redhead eyes the blonde before speaking “Oh, how distressful and improbable, backup” she says using the cane in her hand to pushing the blonde away. Her attention then turns to me as she has her cane under my chin locking eyes me with her beautiful blue orbs. Wait, beautiful?! 

Waking up from my spacing out I look back at the redhead whose cane was still under my chin and eyes were still on me and like some sort of magnet they were dragging me in them. “And you?” “Uh- well, you see, my friends and I” I say leaning to the side so that the woman could get a view of my friends. “Are from Wonderland, and we aren’t sure where we are? why we and here and how to go back” I say calmly while keeping my eyes on the cane. Before a few minutes of what felt like forever, she removed the cane from chin and placing it firmly in her hand. “Well everything will be explained at the meeting being held later so before that I suggest you get prepared and get ready for your lessons that start tomorrow” she finishes. “Lessons?!” I scream in shock, I’m not a fan of school at all and most of time I’d skip my Wonderland lessons. “Yes, and don’t of even trying to miss a single class, or else I’ll have the pleasure of punishing you, Kitten~” I froze at the pet name and felt some type of heat inside of me especially on my cheeks and I see the woman smirk in front of me and I look at her confused, before I could ask she puts her finger on her lips hushing me and I reluctantly agree watching as she majestically leaves. 

The blonde girl who was next to me had already left and before I could move to go to my friends a giant wolf guard picks me up and drags me to a room which has the names; Hester, Anadil, Dot and below those names is my own Y/n. Sweet. 

Opening the door I watch as all the 3 girls look at me eyeing me up and down, especially the one in the middle with grey and red clothing who has black messy and scattered hair. “Look what the cat dragged in” she says and my let my claws out which causes all 3 girls to back up a bit surprised. “Watch it, or else this kitty might leaving some marks” the girl spits onto the ground near my feet and a spark lights. “Is that how you wanna do it?” I say running towards her with my claws ready to pounce before a curly haired, mixed skinned girl with chocolate in her hands and on her teeth jumps in front of me with her hands out. “Cool down Kitty Paws” the messy haired girl behind her sticks her tongue out and I purr back at her relaxing a bit as the chocolate girl rubs her hand on my head. “That’s a good kitty” she says and I purr with a smile on my face and my cheeks flushed red. She stops and puts her hand out.

 “I’m Dot, daughter of the Sheriff of Nottingham” taking her hand in mine we shake hands while exchanging smiles to each other “Y/n, daughter of the Cheshire Cat” her eyes lit up and she jumps franticly. “I knew it! I knew it! I told you guys!” she says to the girls behind her and they roll their eyes sarcastically. “Well, Y/n this is Anadil” she points towards a girl with a rat on her shoulder and on her hand and my eyes light up admiring the big and juicy creatures. Anadil surely notices and immediately hides her rats behind herself. “Hands off the rats!” I roll my eyes before agreeing. “And this little ray of shine is Hester” the messy haired girl steps forward “Daughter of the Wicked Witch” “Oh do you mean that old hag?” I smirk watching her expression fall to a pissed one “That hag! Is my mother” “Oh, I can tell, at least I know who will be the highest in Uglclification. She was about to hit me till the bell rang indicating it was time for the ceremony to start “Seems like it’s time for the ceremony, you see later, Little Witch” I spat out to Hester pushing her to the side and waving to Dot and eyeing Anadil’s rats as she tries desperately to hide them. 

Dinah’s POV

“And that’s basically everything you need to know about the schools for good and evil” Kiko finishes before taking a seat next to me on the benches. “Whoa, so this is where my mother used to school?” “Mhm, there’s even a secret Museum hidden among the walls, which is filled with each hero and villain’s items” “So do you think it has my mother’s bottle?” “Most probably” “Nice” Looking around I watch as the supposed Nevers enter the hall and take their seats and the benches till my eyes lock on a certain girl in purple. “What?” I turn to Kiko as she looks at me confused “You whispered ‘oh no’ under your breath” “Oh, well you see that girl in purple at the Nevers side?” I ask her pointing towards the Never girl and Kiko nods her head. “She’s Y/n and she’s the daughter of the Cheshire Cat” Kiko’s eyes lit up and she gasps. “So also got taken from Wonderland?” “Yeah and I think her friends are here as well” 

Y/n’s POV

Feeling a pair of eyes on me I look around trying to spot the culprit till my focus was pulled away by someone banging their cane onto the floorboard. On stage I spot the previous Redhead from before and next to her is and dark-skinned, golden dressed woman, with a cheerful smile on her mouth. “Well come new students! I’m Professor Dovey, Dean Of The School For Good” she bows gracefully as the Ever students begin to say chant. “Evers! Evers! Evers! Evers! Evers!” as their chanting they go quiet as the Redhead pops herself on the stage. “And I’m Lady Lesso, Dean Of The School For Evil” the Nevers say their own chant. “Kill you! Kill you! Kill you! Kill you! Kill you!” Wow aggressive much. After a while Professor Dovey gives a long as speech till the Ever-boys burst through the door with their swords fighting with one another. The Ever princesses scream in cheers as the Nevers groan in boredom and to be honest I felt the same and I knew Lady Lesso felt the same as I looked at her throught the corner of my eye and say her placing a hand on her forehead. I laugh at the sight and she raises her head to find the laughing culprit to be me and I quickly turned my head to the other direction. 

A boy swings down a rope and lands on the ground catching me off guard and he starts fighting with the other boys till their all ‘defeated’. The Ever princesses cheer and one of the girls who I couldn’t spot screamed out the boy’s name. “We love you, Tedros!” Weirdos. The Nevers are still groaning in boredom and Lesso looks for unimpressed then before and an idea clicks into my head as I get up from my seat making my way towards Tedros. We was about to launch a rose into the air at one of the girls till he turned his head back and his eyes locked with mine as I stood right behind. The room falls silent as everyone has a confused expression on their faces. “So I suppose you believe you know how to fight, Ever-boy” he smirks putting back the rose in his vest and turns to me crossing his arms. “I suppose I do, and what’s that gotta do with you? Never-girl” A dark chuckle escapes my lips as I walk towards one of the guards and take their weapon. The shrug towards Lady Lesso and she does the same confused but intrigued to see what I’ll do. “It’s been over 200 years since evil has won!” I scream facing the Nevers before turning back to Tedros “How about we break that cycle?” Waving my hands in the air, my previous outfit changes to my fighting attire. 

The Nevers cheer me on as I charge at Tedros and knock him onto the ground as he tries to catch his breathing I launch a swing at him but he takes his sword out and hits it on the ground and a force pushes me back, making me hit the ground. As a I groan in pain I hear loud screaming of complaints “Foul! Oh come on, anyone he has a magical sword!” I look around and spot my friends and Hort, surprisingly backing me up for the cheat Tedros made. I hear a flame above me and I look up to notice the weapon in hand turn to flames. ‘Make me proud, Kitten’ a voice says in my head and I look behind me and spot a smirking Lesso and I return the smirk to her before turning my attention to Tedros. “So wanna play with magic? Teddy boy” I swing the weapon around me till it point towards Tedros. “Sure let’s play with magic”

...To Be Continued...

Authors Note; By the way, in this series, Y/n is 18 years old and so are her friends and Dinah is 18 as well but all the other students are 16 because in Wonderland time is much more...well mad. 

Should I make a part 2 as well? Or should this be left like this and ya’ll can come up with your own story after that?