#Reader Imagines

[sleepn0tfound]

Death of a Star || Prologue

DC x Neglected!Super/Kent!Reader [Fem]

supernova. noun. su·​per·​no·​va ˌsü-pər-ˈnō-və : the explosion of a star in which the star temporarily gives off up to one billion times more energy than the sun.

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"Papa!" The little girl exclamied happily, hiding her hands behind her back.

"Not now kid. I'm busy with your brother."

"But⎯"

"Dear, listen to your father. Go play with your dolls."

The smile on the girl's face falls as she slowly dragged her feet up the stairs.

As she ascended up the stairs she saw the photos that were framed on the walls. If other's saw them they would think "What a happy family of three".

Her hands trailed on the walls of the house. Laughter was echoing on the lower floor but it was muffled in her mind. It felt so… empty. She felt so empty. Why. Why. Why.

She retreated back into her room, closing the door with a frown. "Why don't they ever spend time with me? Why are they always with Jon?"

Y/n plopped herself onto the bed, hugging her pillow as she cried in the dark room, covering herself with a blanket. She had grown all too used to being comforted by nobody except the warmth of her bed. The tears dripping down her cheeks came with the occasional sniffle, her breaths were laboured as she hugged her pillow, imagining that it was someone, anyone.

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Run. Run. Run. Her breath was laboured as she weaved through the alleyways, the young girl stopped as she saw the dead end in front of her. She looked behind her to see the man that had been chasing her, his malicious grin showing off his smoked stained yellow teeth.

Her feet staggered, taking one step back at a time til her back hit the brick wall.

"There's no where to run anymore, brat."

"Help! Anyone!" She was desperate for someone to hear her, for her dad to hear her.

"There's no use in calling for anyone. It's not like they can hear you anyways. You ran so deep into the alleyways, it makes this so much easier for me."

Her eyes flicked around rapidly, looking around for any way out as that creep was closing in on her, she didn't even realise her hands starting to crackle with electricity.

“Hey brat! What are you doing—“ The sound of his body falling to the floor was sickening.

Her hands shook, eyes wide, her surroundings were blurry as she focused on the sight in front of her. A purple star slowly descending into the palm of her hands.

"Bring the light of a dying star. You were born to defy this universe."

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

Her breaths came out in puffs, her hands were shaking as electricity crackled around them but she didn't stop, she couldn't stop, "I have to get stronger! I want to impress them!"

─── ⋆⋅✰⋅⋆ ──

Her eyes shook as she looked at the holographic screen in front of her, "Nobody can know about this power."

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"Hey! The name's Y/n. What's yours?" She smiled as she held her hand out to the boy, around the same age as her.

"Connor." The boy hesitantly shook her hand, admiring how the sun perfectly illuminates her features.

"Nice name."

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── "Hey Connor wanna hang out?" She asked, with a little less hope than usual.

"Ah not today Y/n. I'm going out with dad and Jon."

"I'm going out with Tim today."

"I have to train today."

"I have a mission."

Excuse after excuse.

"Ah right. Have fun." She said with a practiced smile on her face, leaving the boy alone, her eyes glancing to the purple holographic screen next to his head, focusing on one word, annoyance.

Right. What did she expect.

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The girl scoffed as she pushed the memories out of her head, "As if."

She steadied her eyes as she looked at the holographic screen infront of her, “Target spotted.”

A smirk played on her lips,

“Are you ready, Red?”

Here's the very very delayed update yall have been waiting for😃😃 I MAY have been distracted by some other things yeah... Also I hv more exams coming up so... yeah! I'm gonna drop my monthly update and leave lolol (Also this was very short cause I hate writing backstories and this was more flashback-ish) Will start working on chapter 1 immediately🫡🫡 (which will hopefully be longer) And yes I did give up on making the song player thing smaller on laptop. I don't know how to do it yall😭😭

Side note: How are we feeling about a harry potter fanfic👀👀

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[washeduphazbin]

Adam NSFW Alphabet

Here ya go, ya filthy simps.

First time doing a nsfw alphabet so if it’s … bad I’m sorry. Lmk how to improve tho

--Minors DNI--

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

At the beginning of the relationship, I don't think this man knew what aftercare was; I mean, there's a reason Lilith left him. Let's be honest. It would take a learning curve and a lot of explaining from you about your needs after sex until he'd realize how important it really was.

Once he got the idea down, he'd be religious with it every time after sex, he'd ask, "What the fuck you needed to feel extra sexy."

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

What isn't his favorite body part? Toss up between Boobs, Ass, and Thighs, he loves them all. If you held a gun to his head, he'd say your boobs, big or small, he would NOT CARE. He wants them in his mouth.

Small boobie queens, he'd squeeze them like little stress balls when he's annoyed or anxious.

Big boobie queens, pillows. Need I say more. Calls them bazoingas unironically.

Type of guy to stand next to you talking to Lute and reach out and just squeeze your tits, letting out a HONK. Lute would roll her eyes with a snicker as you flushed, while Adam would look at you with the biggest shit-eating grin.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

This guy's cum is thick. milky and warm.

Beads at the tip when you turn him on and likes to cum deep inside you, filling you entirely or on your tits or ass.

Will stare hotly as both your cum spills out of you, as you whimper and whine, usually making him ready for round two.

When you suck him off, he enjoys watching it spill from your lips instead of you swallowing.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Adam has one main secret (idk if it qualifies as dirty) but enjoys genuine praise for things he feels proud of accomplishing. It's not like you praising him for exterminating sinners; it's just simple, innocent praise when he does something particularly sweet for you.

A big softie, but only in private and only to you.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

He's a fuckboy. Sorry, not sorry, he just is. HOWEVER, it doesn't mean he is a star at sex. He's decent at first, but there's a reason Lucifer stole two of his wives. His biggest gripe was he didn't want to reciprocate head, but you broke him off that relatively quick when you squeezed your thighs around his skull for the first time, practically double-killing him.

It was fuckin' hot.

You both have a lot to learn, but you learn together, and the sex is still angelic.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

He has two:

He enjoys cowboy/girl because he's lazy and likes to watch your tits bounce in front of his face.

He also enjoys doggy style, so he can see your ass bounce as he pounds into you, biting your ass cheeks as he goes and slapping.

G = Goofy (are they more severe in the moment? Are they humorous? etc.)

Goofy. He does not shut his mouth; he always has something to say as he's getting intimate with you. It's safe to say he never stops talking, which means he's very vocal about moans, whines, and grunts. It's safe to say he has no filter regarding you.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? Does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Pretty basic, but the carpet matches the drapes. However, he could be better- groomed. It's safe to say he's definitely hairy, not just there but all over.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? The romantic aspect)

Although Adam is definitely more goofy, as discussed earlier, I think sex is intimate and essential to him. While he can be silly, he works his ass and dick off to make sure it's the best sex you've ever had. Oddly enough, when he's alone with you and in a soft mood, he always romantically initiates sex.

Slow and sensual kisses lead to heated make-outs and biting before turning into more.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

I think Adam is on the more hypersexual side of the spectrum if you see sex as a spectrum like I tend to. So, if you're not around for some reason, he will probably be cranking one out sometimes more than once a day. Honestly, even if you are around and you're not feeling sex at the moment, he'll pout, but ultimately, go watch whatever heavens' equivalent to porn.

(or videos he's recorded of the two of you ;) )

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

I think Adam would have three main kinks:

Breeding - "All of humanity came from this dick."

Mommy Kink - need I explain more? Dominant women are such a significant turn-on for him; one look when you're in Dommy Mommy mode, and he's on his knees.

Role-Play- If you don't think he'd make you cosplay and act like Sinner who is trying to redeem themselves just for him to role play fucking redemption into you, your opinion is just incorrect. Sorry.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Anywhere and Everywhere. He doesn't care; if people see good let them know you're both hot as fuck. They're probably green with envy.

His favorite place, though, is on his desk in his office. The thrill of getting caught lights a fire in him that can't be snuffed out without burying himself in your cunt.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

I feel like we discussed this one a lot, but I can add a few more. When you're mad at something Hell did or another resident of Heaven. Also, when defending him, think of the "He asked for no pickles" meme, but it's you asking for Adam.

Oh, and of course, you are in any type of lingerie, punk rock, or revealing clothing.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn-offs)

Piss, Poop, ya know the classics. He'd also never want to seriously hurt you, maybe a light slap here and there, maybe a little choking, but if he ever hurts you in the act, he's flaccid so quick and on you like a mother hen.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

As stated earlier, his preference is receiving; he loves the way you look between his thighs and his thick cock in your mouth. Drool and pre-cum leaking from your lips.

But he has gotten more open to giving and isn't...great, but you're teaching him how to work his tongue and fingers.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

He sets a fast and rough pace, hits you deep in your canal, and kisses your cervix, almost like he's trying to hit your womb. He's a feral beast honestly once he starts fucking you and it'd take an act of God to get him to stop.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

All the time though not super preferred, He likes to tease you as much as he can before letting you cum, but most of the time you have sex, it's out of the house. It's a constant struggle to keep your hands off one another and, more often than not, sneak off for a quick fuck somewhere before rejoining a meeting, hangout or if Adam needs immediate stress relief.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? Do they take risks? etc.)

So long as it's not on his list of hard no's, I feel like Adam will try anything once if you ask. He's for sure a risk taker and wants you to challenge him with something new, but in the end prefers classic sex.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? How long do they last?)

He can last only two rounds, but they usually last. A very long time because he likes to be a little shit.

T = Toys (do they own toys or use them on a partner or themselves?)

He does not own toys, and if you have them and use them, he will absolutely be jealous of them and attempt to make you trash them. But if you say no, he'll respect it. Just be extremely salty.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Oh, he's a brat. It is so unfair that it will test you pretty much through the entire process. He enjoys seeing how much he can overstimulate and edge you before he finally fucks you raw.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

So fucking loud. God bless your neighbors if you have any. His groans and moans could shake the entire house, and your whines, whimpers, and pleas for 'harder' aren't any better.

He also laughs a lot.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

I think he loves to mark you up to prove to everyone that you are his and his alone. I think it would start with a shit ton of hickies, then a joke from Lute saying he should just collar you until he actually does. It's classy and elegant, matches his angelic robes, and has spikes.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

So I absolutely headcanon him with a dad bod (sorry, not sorry); I think he also has significant arm and chest hair and a particularly drool-worthy happy trail. He's squishy and you love it even though he can be a little insecure about it at times, you just tell him you love him no matter his shape or size.

He is your Teddy Bear.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

HYPERSEXUAL. HIGH. THIS MAN WANTS SOME FUCK.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterward)

Passes out quickly afterward and can't go more than two rounds max. Likes to sleep right after but has learned to check on you first before passing out on your tits or chest.

[quickestgold]

Goodbye, My Lover | Part 2 | The Pitt

Pairing: Dr. Jack Abbot x Dr. (Ex-Mil)!Reader x Dr. Michael 'Robby' Robinavitch

Chapter 2: Please Forgive Me

Synopsis: When Robby and Jack find you, old wounds reopen, as guilt and regret threaten to tear apart what’s left of your fractured relationships. As your hearts reconnect in an unexpected moment of closeness, long-buried feelings begin to resurface and the possibility of forgiveness feels closer than ever.

Warnings: Age gap is around 18 years. This series will deal with some heavy themes around a physical attack, death, grief, ptsd, panic attacks, s*icidal tendencies, heartbreak >>> comfort at the end, I promise

Word count: 1463

A/n: How are you even supposed to choose between these two, like hello? Anyway, we'll find out soon won't we... Next chapter is heavyyy

Previous Chapter (1): I Love You | Next Chapter (3): I Forgive You

Robby and Jack find you slumped in an alley, unmoving, propped against the cold building facade.

Jack is instantly by your side, rubbing your sternum forcefully, desperate for a response, anything.

Robby's fingers press against the side of your neck, terrified of what he might find, or not. "Y/N?" He opens your eyelids, blinding you with a penlight.

You groan, barely audible “Stop.”

“Y/N, you with us?” Jack huffs, ridden with anxiety.

“I’m fine.” You say louder, pushing their hands away.

Relief washes over them, but it doesn't last long.

“Did you take something?” Robby scans the ground for anything that might explain this.

“What? No”, you plead, offended by the suggestion.

“What happened?” Jack's voice is softer now.

You blink, taking in your surroundings, not really sure yourself. “I must’ve passed out.”

Neither of the men speak, unsure whether to confess how badly they were spiralling when they couldn’t find you. Was it even their place to worry?

“I’m just so done”, you interrupt their thoughts.

“With what?” Robby inquires too quickly.

“Everything. This job. This hospital. Maybe this city.”

“This life?” Jack states flatly.

The bluntness shocks you. Robby as well, but he wonders too.

“N- No. You know I wouldn’t.” You stare into Jack's eyes, pleading for something unknown. Not after everything you’d gone through. You really wouldn’t. Does he believe you?

Jack turns his gaze away from you, as to somehow escape the conversation that had been building between you for a long time. Waiting to break. His mouth twists downwards. A tear gathers in his eye, the pain of losing you creeping in. There were a couple of close calls on the tours you spent together, but the day he nearly lost you, broke him.

Robby knows some of the details of your relationship, but the depth of the pain and unresolved sadness between you leaves him speechless.

The tension is palpable. It’s only now, in this moment, that you all realize how much you’ve hurt each other without even meaning to.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you.”

“Both of you”, your eyes flicker to Robby’s.

The moment lingers in heavy silence.

“Why did you come back here?” Robby asks.

You wonder whose idea it was to search for you here. Probably Jack, right? His ability to keep a clear head and to stay calm in the most impossible situations always shocked you. But equally, his stoic demeanor drove you crazy, especially when it came to letting you in and dealing with your past together.

Maybe it was Robby. Robby would panic, but then analyse the situation at hand and find a solution. Always.

Now you needed to know.

“How did you find me?” You ask, disregarding their earlier question.

“Dana”, they answer in perfect unison.

You give a soft smile and though the situation is heavy, it’s enough to make Robby and Jack’s hearts melt. The warmth in your eyes brings an unexpected tenderness, like a comforting embrace for the soul and before they can help it, both of them smile too.

You sit in the peaceful silence, the weight of everything feeling just a little bit lighter, as though the past has softened its grip on you all.

But all too soon, reality creeps back in.

“I didn’t know you come back here often", Jack's face grows serious again. "It seems… painful."

“Sometimes", you admit. "When I need to convince myself that an alley is just an alley...”

Talking about it hurts, but pretending it didn't happen is just as difficult. For them too.

You feel your hands tremble again, instinctively pulling them closer to your chest. But Robby notices, closing the distance between you and offering his shoulder. It’s the same comfort he always gave you, like second nature.

When he walked away, the void he left was unbearable.

But now he’s here.

You sink your forehead into the crook of his neck, taking slow, cleansing breaths. His familiar scent floods you, a quiet reminder of all the unexpressed love.

“It’s okay. I’ve got you”, Robby whispers, as you melt deeper into him, your heartbeat syncing with his.

Slowly, the panic subsides.

Jack watches you both, eyes hard, fighting his own memories.

It's an unusually quiet shift. The eerie kind where everyone's on edge, waiting for something to break.

You and Jack work a couple of cases together, like you usually do.

You were always a great team. Made each other better in ways few people understood. But Robby did. He always respected your deep bond, even when you and Robby were dating. It's the kind that runs deeper than friendship, deeper than love, it's survival. Maybe it's because Robby and Jack share their own connection, a brotherhood built on mutual trust and support.

Your breakup with Jack was mutual, the weight of your shared history and trauma made it inevitable. You both walked away, at different points, caught in your own separate battles. You saved lives together, but you also lost them. And in the process, you lost parts of yourselves too. You both gave so much to everyone else, there was nothing left to give each other. It wasn't anyone's fault.

Still, you can’t help but feel like it was yours. Like you destroyed something great. Not just with Jack, but with Robby too.

The breakup with Robby really tested everything. Words were said, hearts broken and neither of you knew how to navigate this new reality. Somehow, Jack found himself in the middle and all of you blamed yourselves.

You weren’t the one who left this time, but maybe you pushed Robby too hard, pressured him to open up when he wasn’t ready.

So you accepted Robby's decision and watched him leave.

You wonder if he expected you to fight for him, to not let him go so easily.

That day in the ER, Robby snaps at you. In front of everyone. In front of Jack.

Jack’s breath hitches, trying hard not to intervene. To say something. Why wouldn't he? It's you. But he doesn't. And for that he'd never forgive himself.

It's not rational. But later, when you're lying in that hospital bed, machines and monitors beeping in a faint rhythm, their minds force them to dissect every little detail that led up to what happened. As if that could somehow undo it.

“I am your attending. You are a resident. When I tell you to do something, you do it", Robby barks. "If you can't respect that, then maybe this hospital isn’t for you.”

You just look at him, incredulous. But he continues, louder.

“You’re acting like a fucking child!” Regret washes over him as soon as the words leave his mouth.

You rip off your gloves with a snap, glancing at Jack, daring - no - willing him to speak up. But part of you is glad he doesn't. This is between you and Robby. Deep down you know it isn’t personal, but it still hurts, so you decide to give both of you space.

“Dr. Robinavitch”, you say before walking out, unaware how that split decision would lead to you almost losing your life.

All three of you now lean against the building facade, a comforting familiarity between you.

Your breathing has steadied, but your eyes are still glazed. You look up at Robby. For a moment, you are back to being his. And he yours. He gives you a soft smile, the one that crinkles the corners of his eyes and your heart nearly bursts, memories rushing back.

You remember kissing every freckle on his forehead, tracing the lines of his skin. He always thought they made him look old. You agreed, which made him laugh. But you also thought they made him look kind. How fitting.

A shaky gasp cuts through your thoughts. Jack drops his head, one hand pressing against his eyes, desperate to hide the pain that tears through him.

“Jack?” You whisper, reaching for him.

Jack lets out a quiet sob, fighting every urge not to fall apart in front of you. He can't.

You grab both of his wrists, grounding him with your presence as you pull him into your chest. His head rests gently against your heart, a silent promise that he will always be part of it.

“Hey", you tilt your head, searching for his eyes. "I'm here."

Maybe you love him differently now, but the ache in your chest tells you that some bonds can't be broken.

“Please forgive me,” he begs, his voice breaking, as the weight of his pain truly hits you.

Thanks for reading part 2!! Oh boi, this was a sad one… and it’s only getting worse before it gets better is all I’m gonna say hehe. Pls share your thoughts, I love reading your comments!!

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Mine Mine Mine.

I haven’t uploaded in years omg, I hope someone sees this 😭 Enjoy~

This was in my drafts a while back, This is not my original idea, I lost the tumblr writer who wrote this post originally.

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You decided to surprise your boyfriend by visiting him at his university. He had given you a spare key to his dorm, just in case. You let yourself in quietly, taking in the soft glow of the room lit only by the dim desk lamp. The blinds were closed, and you could see a large figure under the blanket, lying on the bed. Obviously, it was your boyfriend—he must’ve been exhausted after his long lecture, which lasted four hours. You smiled, thinking he probably needed his rest. You figured you’d let him sleep while you grabbed some ramen for your movie night.

But just before you could sneak out the door, you couldn’t resist. You leaned over, pressing a quick, soft kiss to his cheek. It was a peck, nothing too big, but you missed him so much. After all, it’d been a while since you’d seen him. When you pulled away, feeling satisfied, you heard him shuffle a little, mumbling in his sleep.

Grinning to yourself, you started walking toward the door when—wham—you felt his hand shoot out and grab your wrist, yanking you back toward the bed.

You couldn’t help but laugh at how adorable he was, thinking of you even in his sleep.

“Babe, let go. I need to go get ramen for us!” You wiggled in his arms, trying to get free, but his grip only tightened. He wrapped his legs around yours like a human octopus, trapping you with a soft, sleepy growl.

“Mine…” he mumbled. The way he said it sounded so possessive and cute that you couldn’t help but smile. “Mine…mine…mine…” He kept repeating it, almost like he was in a trance.

You tried to shake him awake, but he only responded by squeezing you tighter, as if he was trying to make you disappear inside the blankets with him. It was adorable—but also kind of annoying.

You squirmed, trying to free your legs, but his grip just got stronger, his body practically cocooning you. “I need to go get ramen, seriously. You can’t keep me here all day…”

“Mine…” he muttered again, this time wrapping the blanket around you like a burrito. “Mine…mine…mine…”

There was no way out of this. He was too strong, and the blanket was way too snug. You shifted, trying to get comfortable, but your legs were quickly starting to lose feeling. “Okay, fine. Mine,” you said with a playful eye-roll, hoping he would let you go.

Hearing no response, only his arms slightly tightening around you like you hug your stuffed bear and his legs putting yours in a lock making them close to numb, you admitted defeat.

It felt like hours and you even tried to sleep but the thought of ramen kept waking you up and trying to get free from your boyfriend’s hold. Suddenly, your phone buzzed in your pocket.

Shit you totally forgot you had it with you. You reached for it with your free hand—only one hand free, by the way—and saw it was your boyfriend’s roommate.

You pressed the phone to your ear. “Hello?” you whispered, trying not to wake the monster clinging to you.

“Hey, Y/N, have you seen BF/N? He was supposed to be at the library 20 minutes ago, but no one can find him. I’ve called everyone. Where is he?”

You bit your lip to keep from laughing. “Uh, yeah, I know where he is.”

“Wait, why are you whispering? Where are you?” he asked, clearly confused.

You glanced at your boyfriend, still sleeping soundly, and groaned. “I’m stuck in his dorm. He kidnapped me in his sleep and won’t let me leave.”

There was a brief silence on the other end. Then, his roommate burst out laughing. “No way! He’s literally holding you hostage? I’m coming to rescue you, don’t worry! I’ll be there in 10 minutes.”

You glanced at your boyfriend, who was still mumbling “mine” over and over, and sighed. “Alright. I’ll wait. Wait! Do you mind getting some ramen on the way, you know the kind we like.”

“Uh, sure. I’ll be right there,” his roommate said, chuckling.

After what felt like an eternity (11 minutes to be exact), you heard the door unlock. The light from the hallway flooded into the room, and you squinted as his roommate walked in, looking way too pleased with himself.

“Hey, I’m here for the rescue and the delivery!” he said with a smug grin, snapping a picture of you and your boyfriend, who was still snuggled under the blanket, holding you hostage.

You groaned. “Hey!”

But, of course, your boyfriend didn’t wake up. He just kept mumbling, “Mine…mine…mine…” and pulled you closer. It was adorable, but also way too much.

His roommate smirked and grabbed a pillow from his bed. “Sorry, bro, this is for your own good,” he said before smacking it straight onto your boyfriend’s head.

Everything went quiet. You could practically hear your boyfriend’s brain rebooting. Then he jolted upright, blinking and rubbing his face. “What. Did. You. Just .Do?”

“Sorry! It was the only way to wake you up! Don’t kill me! Your girlfriend told me to do it!”

Your boyfriend looked at you, then down at your cocooned body. “Wait…when did you get here?”

You sighed dramatically. “You kidnapped me, remember? I’ve been stuck here for-“ You pulled out your phone checking the time, “-2 HOURS?!”

Your boyfriend’s eyes widened. “Oh…whoops.”

You tried to get up from the bed, but when you shifted, your legs, completely numb, gave out from under you and you fell . “Oh, come on! My legs are DEAD.”

Your boyfriend’s face turned into full-on panic mode. “Shit, are you okay?!”

“No, you’ve basically paralyzed me with your cuddle attack.” You looked over at his roommate, who was trying to hold back laughter. “I’m never letting you live this down.”

His roommate chuckled. “Well, at least you’re not dead, right?”

You shot him a playful glare. “I would kill him, but it seems he’s too cute to murder.”

Your boyfriend’s guilt melted into a grin, and he helped you back onto the bed, making sure you were settled. “Alright, movie night still on?”

You looked at him suspiciously. “You’re lucky I’m still willing to hang out with you.”

“Well, you know, because you’re mine,” he teased, pulling you back under the blanket and trapping you once again. You were surrounded by soft, fluffy fabric, and there was no escaping. Not that you really wanted to, anyway.

“Did you just trap me again?” you asked, half-laughing, half-exasperated.

“Yep. You’re mine, remember?” he said smugly.

“Yeah, yeah. I’m yours, but you’re lucky I’m too comfy to move.”

“Exactly. Mine,” he whispered into your hair, and you melted into his arms.

Meanwhile, his roommate just stood there awkwardly. “Uh… guys? Still here?”

You shot him a teasing grin. “Who told you to stick around? Get out.”

“Why do you always have to be so mean? 😭 Y/N, tell him to let me leave.”

You giggled from inside your blanket cocoon, rolling your eyes. “Bye bye~ Wait, our ramen!”

His roommate sighed dramatically. “Here you go . I’m leaving before you two make me throw up.”

With that, he left the room, and the two of you were left alone to snuggle up for your movie night, with your boyfriend repeating his favorite word: Mine

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AAA HI i adore all your heartsteel content so much!! could i humbly beg for some ezreal content? <3 thank you!!

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✖ A/N: Everyone around you two ships you guys together, you and Ez are just oblivious. Maybe if you guys like this we’ll write a confession or established r/s sometime <3 This is shorter than usual but I hope it's still cute!

✖ Wrote This Listening To: https://open.spotify.com/track/79O9h4Q9w1X6w3tHTJSu8y?si=303aa73e776b48a9 Felt it was appropriately what Ezreal would listen to hype himself up everytime he sees you.

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How did he even end up like this really.

Ezreal sits quietly in his dressing room. Leg shaking, fingers tapping the table, he’s jittery, anxious, so unlike him. So unlike the proud glimmering star that he knew he was. Like, he knows he looks great, his hair is styled now, he has all his makeup on making his already stunning features all the more enchanting. He’s properly styled in new branded clothes, all pinned to fit him perfectly, his waist and abs on show in the tight fitting top. He knew he looked fucking amazing but for some reason he just couldn’t help but to doubt himself. You were out there waiting after all. You were the one waiting for him to act all cute and charming. You were the one who knew how to make him look the best he ever has in almost every single photo. This was really so unlike him! Ezreal laughs at his insecurities, about to run his hands through his hair before realizing that the hairdresser was glaring at him. He holds back.

Instead, Ezreal sighs. Leaning back into the plush chair. The stylists fussing over him and holding up all these sponsored outfits for him, asking which he wants to wear next for the new magazine spread. Yet…all he can think about is how he would look in front of you. What would you like? Did you even like his type of cute and charming? What if you were more into people like Yone or Kayn. Ezreal pouts just thinking about it. It was unfair that you got to photograph them all, he just wishes he could keep you as his own personal photographer. So unfair that you got to look at all the other guys the same way you looked at him. But honestly, ask anyone of your friends and co-workers and they’ll tell Ezreal how special he was. How his fears were unfounded for he somehow was the perfect model for you. The way all of your best works and award winning shots were of Ezreal? How you stayed up editing multiple photos of his photoshoot photos, wanting him to look as stunning as possible. Everyone could tell you were a big fan, everyone except Ezreal himself.

So as he steps out and the studio lights hit him, the sparkle of his shimmery makeup making him look as ethereal as possible you can’t help but feel a flutter in your chest. Truly stunning, there was no other way to describe this idol other than that he was absolutely stunning.

“ Hey there. Uh yeah, let’s do this.”

Well that was awkward, he gives you a practiced wave and walks over to the set. Sitting with his legs crossed on the decorative throne. Head resting on his hands as he poses himself for you. You snap away, Ezreal fishing for praises from you, a bright smile on his face. Both of you doing your best to ignore the obvious blush on his face, it was just makeup right? Definitely just makeup.

The rest of the shoot went by smoothly. Honestly, being the one to get such up close and personal shots of Ezreal was…nice. After the makeup artist and stylists touch up his makeup, his eyes slowly make their way to you. He watches you fiddle with the camera while the other employees fuss over his hair and face. Taking in the sight of your serious expression as you pick the best shots. The way the corners of your lips curve up into a smile when you find good shots. Laughing softly to himself as he watches your nose crinkle when you scroll past a bad photo. Suddenly you look up and wave at him.

“ Hey Ez, which would be better? I’m not sure if the blue or yellow lights are the way to go for this one so I’m leaving it up to you.”

You call out to him during the break between set changes to take a look. Hand out to beckon him over.

“ Hmm? Can I See?”

Ezreal thanks the stylists working on him before he blinks over behind you. Carefully, he leans over your shoulder, hands reaching over to cover yours as he tilts the camera and the screen up towards him. A slight look of wonder on his face as he flips through the photos, amazed at how good you somehow make him look. Unedited photos and he already looks so good? Damn how did you give him such sex appeal while making him still look so cute. Gods bless you for being good at your job. Clicking left and right over and over before he finally decides on the one he wants.

“ Honestly the blue looks super good on my skin-”

As Ezreal turns to look at you with a smile on his face he pauses suddenly. Alarmingly aware of how his hands are on yours, how your face is a mere breath away, how your back was pressed against his chest, how your gorgeous sparkling eyes widen as you stare back, also suddenly shockingly aware of how close he is to you.

Ezreal swallows hard.

An awkward laugh leaving his lips as he blinks at you. If the two of you weren’t so caught up in the moment, you’d see the other staff members turning to look away, trying to give you two a semblance of privacy during this tender moment.

“ Sorry I didn’t-”

“ No don’t worry I don’t mind!”

After another moment of awkward silence, staring at each other, the two of your burst out laughing. Ezreal giving you a quick hug after he lets go of your hands. Friendly! Nothing too weird or out of character for him! Just Ezreal being Ezreal!

Only the pink dusting on both your cheeks hint at anything more between you two. But he was an idol and you were but his work colleague, a photographer. There can’t be anything between you two. You wave off the thought and thank him for his input as you pull the expensive camera close to your chest again.

“ I’ll uh, work on these and get them back to your manager tomorrow.”

“ Mmm, and thank you for your hard work as always. I look forward to the photos.”

Ezreal’s expression changes to a soft smile as he lovingly looks at you before he pauses and pulls out his phone. Doing his best to change the subject to relieve the awkward tension that now hung in the air around the studio.

“ Oh Yeah! I used our last shoot photo as my wallpaper! It was that good! I forgot to give you feedback on how much I liked it. Or maybe I did…hmm…”

He laughs, holding up his phone screen with a the solo shoot photos from a few weeks back. Trust this proud idol to use his own photos as his lock screen and home screen.

“ I am honored you like it that much then but yes, you blew up my messages with thanks when I sent it to you. Don’t worry, I know you love it.”

As you laugh in return, giving him a similarly warm smile from such close proximity, Ezreal feels his chest tighten. The furious beating of his heart was sure to give him a heart attack. A stupid love struck look on his face now.

“ I’ll go um, change for the next set. See you later.”

Before you can reply he blinks away back into his dressing room. The cycle of anxiety to repeat yet again. This was going to be a long shoot day…

[idle-daydreams]

I just saw you post about demon king!Chuuya with a darling with mental health problems and i just got randomly inspired. So if you're comfortable with it i'd like to request something similar.

Basically while darling doesn't try to die or want to, she also doesn't care to live. Like she won't try to die on purpose but also won't stop her death, simply because she doesn't see any value in life. So when he abducted her she was also really chill with it since she couldn't care less. What i would like to request is how Chuuya reacts when she laughs off her near death (i'll leave what happened to you) and how he reacts when she tells him she doesn't think her life is worth the effort (she suffers from severe self-esteem problems).

With love,

An anon ❤️ (i rlly like ur works 😊)

Tw: self-harm, suicidal tendencies, violence, murder, yandere.

You looked out over the carnage in numb silence. The wind whistled over the blood-drenched snow, over the corpses of your father’s soldiers in crimson armor. Their slayer sat perched atop the rocks, framed by the full moon.

“Are you all right?” he asked.

“You killed everyone,” you said, taking in the blood seeping into the snow. The decapitated head from which it came was that of your father’s personal physician, an odious man who’d been convinced your listlessness had been a wilful act. The carriage had crushed his corpse as it landed.

“[Y/N], you’re bleeding.”

Your name on his lips drew your attention. You looked away to see him watching you, his expression far more concerned than it should have been. You raised your hand towards the stickiness on your shoulder, wincing as pain lancinated down your arm.

“Careful,” the man said. “You might have broken it. I tried to get you out without running the carriage off the road, but these bastards had a fight in ‘em.”

“I didn’t,” you said. “Not more so than...”

Not more so than anyone would have had their carriage rolled down the mountainside.

Slowly, the man reached out towards you. There was blood staining his fingers, which should have frightened you. Instead it made you laugh.

“Hey, what is it?” the man said as you curled up onto the ground, shoulders shaking. “[Y/N], what’s wrong?”

“You tried to kill me,” you said, giggling. “I nearly died there, didn’t I?”

“What? Hell no, I’d never hurt you!” The man dropped to his knees beside you, grasping your face in his hands to force you to look at him. “Hey, [Y/N], come on! Did you hit your head or something?”

“Maybe.” you reached out to trace your hand along his cheek, taking in his appearance. He was incredibly handsome, more than any man or woman that you’d ever met. “Who are you, exactly?”

“I’m the Shutendoji,” he said gruffly, placing his hand over your own. “Though you can call me Chuuya.”

“Shutendoji?” You blinked. “You’re the... Drunken Demon.”

“You don’t have to be afraid,” he said quickly. “I didn’t mean to hurt you. I just wanted to take you away so that I can protect you. I just had to get rid of everyone else in my way first.”

To protect me. The words echoed in your head, melding with the recriminations of your father. “I don’t need protection. I would rather have died.”

“What? Don’t say that, [Y/N].” Chuuya leaned closer, grasping your shoulders to hold you in place. At any other time you would have been scandalized to be this close to a strange man all alone, but considering the circumstances you couldn’t bring yourself to care.

“I’ll say what I like,” you said. “And I am right. Why on earth would you want to protect me?”

“Because I love you.”

This was ludicrous enough to force another laugh from your lips. “What? Why?”

“Why the hell not? You’re great. And I’m keeping you with me.”

“You say you are the Shutendoji, and you say you want me,” you said. “Unless... are you going to eat me?”

“Of course not! I’m never going to hurt you! What part of that don’t you understand?” He shook you slightly, eyes frantic as he met your gaze. “I know what you’re going through, [Y/N]. I’ve been watching you for a while now, watching that motherfucker you call your father has been doing to you. What they’ve all been doing to you. And I couldn’t stand it anymore, that’s why I had to come get you.”

You stared at him, taking in his face, his body, everything he’d done. In some vague, distant way, you understood what he was trying to say, but it was too difficult to comprehend directly.

Chuuya’s eyes tightened. “You don’t believe me,” he said. “You think I’m lying, don’t you?”

“I’m not saying you’re lying,” you said immediately, a reaction shaped through years of mollifying your father. “But if you really love me, then you are on the losing end of that bargain. I’m not worthy of love.”

“That’s what you think.”

“That’s what everyone thinks.” You gestured to the corpses around you. “All of them. Physicians and priests, family members and friends. That’s why they were sending me away.”

“To an asylum, to lock you away forever,” he said with a humorless laugh. “They all got you thinking you were the crazy one, when in truth you're the only sane one out of all of them. The only sane one in a world of crazy people.”

You bit your lip, forbearing to point out that a murderous brute like him could hardly be the arbitrator of sanity. Nevertheless, it was nice to know that someone out there who didn’t think you were a complete waste of space, that you were worthy of being loved.

Its only temporary, your mind reminded you. He’ll soon learn just how pathetic you are. And then he’ll kill you.

“Don’t leave me, [Y/n], please,” Chuuya begged. “I can’t live without you.”

“And what will you do then? Will you keep me locked away as well?”

“We can do whatever you want,” he said immediately. “We can go wherever you want, live however you like. Whatever it takes to make you happy. Just... be with me.”

You looked around yourself one more time. One final time, to seal it in your heart.

“Fine,” you said. “I’ll come with you. Do with me whatever you want.”

"Really?" Chuuya brightened. To your surprise, he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into a hug. "I love you, [Y/N], I love you so very much. I promise, we'll be together for the rest of our lives."

[mermaideyedwitch]

✧˖°. lou. 18. she/they. virgo. 𝜗𝜚 ‧₊˚ ⊹

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[ahomeformystories]

Night Out

Something I put together at the height of my JJK fandom. It's short and sweet. Suguru x Reader Established Relationship. Suguru gets a bit drunk. Reader is friends with both Satoru and Suguru. Fluff. Some flirting. Word Count: 998

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I went over our text exchange in the group chat once more before stepping out of the car.

Satoru — We’re here at the bar! Why don’t you come pass by! Me — I’m kinda tired from work. Is Suguru with you? Suguru — Yes, I’m here. Don’t worry about it if you’re tired Satoru — You’re missing out on all the girls and guys trying to pick up Suguru you know! He’s also getting kinda drunk Suguru — I am not Me — :| I’m on my way

Before I went to the bar, I made sure to take some time preparing in the bathroom. I looked at my chosen outfit for the day and decided even if it wasn’t usual I’m-going-out-clubbing-tonight attire, it still looked good. I removed my necklace and earrings for a moment to splash some water on my face and dampen my hair. Was I truly ready for this? Probably not. I took deep and slow breaths as I fixed my hair, making sure it looked a little bit more revived compared to an end of day of office kind of look. I also figured it wouldn’t hurt to put on the red lipstick I had packed in my bag, just because. I looked at myself in the mirror. Not bad, I said to myself. I adjusted my shirt and pants one last time as I mustered up the energy to pass by the club to check on and maybe save Suguru.

Out of my periphery, I could see people glance at me as I walked down the street. I was just one of the many office people passing through, looking to take a break from the tough week. The bar was easy to find and the doorman asked if I already had companions inside. I said yes, and he led me inside.

The bass immediately went straight to my heart. Lights dimmed, the crowd enjoying themselves but not enough to be rowdy. I wove through the people as I let my eyes roam the dance floor, looking for either stark white hair or long hair in a half-ponytail. To keep myself entertained, I mouthed the words of song as I walked, sometimes catching someone’s eye, smiling and continuing on my way. I figured the bar would be a good place to start and I let my head bob to the beat. It wasn’t a bad track.

I saw Satoru first, knocking back a shot as he stood at the bar and as he placed the shot glass down he finally saw me. “You made it!” He exclaimed with too much enthusiasm and practically ran into me to give me a large and tight hug. People made space for him. “Hello to you too” I returned the hug with equal force. “Come get a drink then let’s go to where Suguru is” Satoru said too excitedly. I eyed him warily but agreed.

Gojo carried their drinks while I held onto my beer as we rounded the bar to find Suguru sitting on one of the bar stools by himself but the passing glances on his person did not escape me. “Suguru! Look who’s here!” Gojo exclaimed excitedly but I took my chance to walk a bit ahead of him and slide up to Suguru.

“Hello” I mostly mouthed to Suguru as I arrived. It took him a moment to respond, and I noticed his glance at my lips before he stood up and enveloped me in a hug “Hello” He said into my ear and I watched the smile slowly begin to form on his face “Do you want to sit?” He asked as he stood a good head above me. I shook my head. He was used to me wanting to stand. I was simply going to lean on the bar but was surprised that as Suguru sat back down, he pulled me to stand/lean on him between his legs with one arm rested on the bar edge, the other around my waist. It surprised me because we weren’t usually very touchy in public but maybe it didn’t matter so much tonight. I loosely slung my arm around his shoulders so that we would be more comfortable and looked at his face as he retrieved his drink from Gojo. His eyes didn’t seem particularly glazed over but then again, it was sometimes hard to distinguish expressions with Suguru and between the two, he could hold his alcohol more than Satoru so overall, he seemed alright. He noticed me looking at him and tilted his head to ask. I shook my head “Nothing, just checking if you’re alright” He smiled at the same time that he pulled me closer, I had to put my drink down on the bar to make sure it didn’t spill on the both of us. “Worried about me?” He asked and I had no choice but to rest my arms over his shoulders “Should I be?” I teased. “If I didn’t show up, would you have chosen another pretty girl to sit on your lap?” My fingers played with the loose strands of his hair. Suguru leaned forward to whisper in my ear “Never” and left a small kiss on my neck as he leaned back. I saw how his gaze went from my neck and then lingered on my lips again and I vaguely wondered how transferproof my lipstick was. “Alright you two. You have clearly established that Suguru is taken” Gogo pulled us out of our little bubble. I laughed as I stepped back a bit but Suguru kept me close to him with an arm around my waist “Who was the one who told me that there were people hitting on him???” I shot back Gojo only shrugged then lifted his drink for a cheers with a wide smile Our 3 drinks clinked together then we all took a swing. I let them resume their conversation as I took in more of the club and wondered if I would end up dancing a bit tonight.

x

[iliumheightnights]

[Quil and Embry running into the pack house]

"Sam! Sam! Sam! We need your help!"

Sam: "If you're trying to get me to talk to M/n to calm him down after your argument it won't work. He already told me to call him if you two showed up here."

[Sam pulls up his phone making both boys turn and rush out of the house.]

Embry: "TRAITOR!"

[movie-plush-baby]

Ok so, if you're taking requests, then can I have a janitor reader at the tbd, and timekeeper likes to mess with them? They're just putting the bucket in almost unreachable places or rewinding paperwork or handing random stuff to them. They're such a silly and that needs to be acknowledged more.

TIMEKEEPER X FACILITY MANAGEMENT READER

(I HC TK uses any pronouns)

Ever since joining the Facility Management Division, you couldn’t help but wonder what Marble Bread’s warning was supposed to be.

“Hey, uh, if you see a weird, round, and yellow cookie anywhere… don’t worry. I’m pretty sure she works here. Pretty sure.”

You questioned that for a while. A weird, round, and yellow cookie? Who could that be?

You were cleaning out in one of the hallways like usual, making sure nothing was dirty, and then… you turned around. All of the things you’d cleaned before were back, almost like you hadn’t even done the work in the first place.

Your first thought was to go to Croissant and get your vacuum fixed. Maybe this was like what happened to Marble Bread that one time? But Croissant couldn’t find anything wrong, and her only other idea was…

“Ehe, nothing, sorry. Just forget it, it… probably won’t happen again.”

Weird things continued happening over time. Your bucket was always suspiciously just one shelf higher than you could reach, your equipment frequently went missing and showed up in the weirdest places in the TBD (seriously, String Gummy’s dorm? How in the world did that even get there?), and you could have sworn you always heard a faint chuckling.

…Then you met her. You were cleaning as normal, and you heard a noise. Quickly swiveling behind you, you saw her. Tick was leaving already, so you couldn’t stop tick, but they had such a strange appearance. A glowing eyepatch, baggy pants, the largest top hat you’d ever seen, and round yellow hair. This was the cookie, wasn’t it?

Meanwhile, Timekeeper continued laughing from the comfort of a time rift. Giving you a little glance of her was a welcome change, and your confusion was just so funny!~ She couldn’t help messing with you, for some reason. Something about you just caught his eye and he couldn’t look away! Her poor little employee had caught the attention of the time god, and they weren’t about to let their new source of fun go.

———

I bet she hands you interdimensional creatures. Weird long frogs and very extinct animals. You give them all to Relic Management (they can stuff ‘em and taxidermy them, probably), but she won’t. Stop. Giving. You. Them. You would keep one as a pet, but it’s probably against TBD rules.

Ooh, and even if Marble Bread becomes the head of the FMD, she keeps telling MB to tell YOU to do a lot of the tasks because she likes watching you work. MB probably enjoys the break (and TK gets to see your cute little dough scramble to get stuff cleaned).

[sleepn0tfound]

A Bat in Fairy's Clothing

[Winx x Batsis!reader (who is also Bloom's biological twin)]

Flora was admiring Linphea College with her sister by her side before her sister pointed out something, "Flora! Look! Isn't that Cloud Tower?"

In an instant Flora's smile dropped, "Yes. Yes it is... And it's flying? Something's not right... C'mon we've got to tell everyone else!"

Thoren and Sky were in the middle of a friendly spar before they heard a voice, "Everyone stop! Something is terribly wrong!"

The pair of sisters came to a stop as they pointed up, "Look! Up in the sky!"

"The witches... They managed to make Cloud Tower fly?"

"Griffin wouldn't do that..." Y/n muttered as she looked up.

Suddenly the trees started to come alive.

It wasn’t long before the Winx transformed.

"Sky! We'll fly up to Cloud Tower. That's got to be the source of all this craziness." Bloom pointed towards the floating tower in the sky, "I just know it."

"Goodluck. We'll take care of the treants down here." He gave a small encouragement before flying off on his bike.

"C'mon Winx! We have to get to the bottom of this!" The girls started to fly towards Cloud Tower.

"I feel a powerful negative energy in here..." Bloom said as the group proceeded deeper into Cloud Tower.

As if on cue a group of witches attacked them, the girls dodged their attacks before flying off to the main auditorium.

"The Trix. Why am I not surprised?" Bloom had her hands on her hips as she stared down at the witches.

Y/n's eyes flickered as she saw a figure ducking behind the Trix who were having their long monologue, as if wanting to hide from the Winx's view, or someone in the Winx.

She let out a sigh as she was forced to move her eyes to the witches from before that have now appeared before the WInx.

The fight started, though not long after Y/n caught sight of the green haired girl holding a book up and creating a magic barrier around herself.

"The source of negative energy is inside that magic bubble!" Bloom pointed out.

"Let's destroy it."

The Winx flew down as they got into their positions, surrounding the magic barrier.

"Sirenix Convergence!" The girls all said as they aimed at the magic bubble where the source of negative energy was. Though it was as if the barrier had absorbed their powers, causing it to backfire and teleport the girls out of Cloud Tower and into the sky.

The girls were passed out, clearly not in their fairy form anymore. "Winx..." Bloom desperately tried to reach for them, being the only one still in her fairy form but she was slowly falling as well.

"Specialists! The Winx are in danger, let's go!" Sky yelled as the guys all flew to their respective girls, catching them while they were falling mid air.

"Where's Y/n!" Calix yelled as he searched for his counterpart.

"She was still... with us at Cloud To-wer.." Was all Bloom could say before she passed out likt the rest of the girls.

"Dammit! Thoren! It's time to retreat!" Sky shouted towards his cousin.

The man refused to give up, "Are you kidding me? Not yet!"

"The girls have lost their powers and Y/n is missing! The witches are too strong!" Sky seemed desperate at this point.

"Dragon's Wrath: Xiuhcoatl!" A purple dragon, wielding two swords appeared, seemingly surrounding the girl who was supposed to be missing, shot out and burned the sentient trees in an instant.

There was no explanation from her, no words, she just materialised out of nowhere and cleared the monsters. The specialists were all more than shocked. The girl in front of them who just casted that spell… She was the younger twin sister of Bloom, they knew for a fact she was supposed to be weaker than Bloom and yet...

"What are you all waiting for. Run before more can spawn." She was oddly calm in this situation, too calm.

As Thoren and the other specialist flew back towards the group, Y/n eye's shifted towards Flora's little sister and her friends. "It would be wise for you all to follow us."

"You go! I must protect my friends here... And I know you and my sister will find a way to help us. I have faith in you all!"

Y/n paused, seemingly thinking about her next actions before simply sighing and shaking her head, "Flora would have respected your decision. I guess I shall too."

Calix had saw the Trix appear just a moment before and they were aiming at his partner, "Y/n! Behind you—“

But it seemed like his warning was unnecessary as without even looking behind her the girl had effortlessly shot out a fireball that easily countered the witches' attacks.

"Ah. I really was right, no surprises there." The usual kind and shy girl now had a sneer on her face.

· · ────── ꒰ঌ·✦·໒꒱ ────── · ·

As her friends disappeared after the Lengendarium caused their spell to backfire, she was left alone in Cloud Tower. "Hah... You were never any good, were you Selina?"

"How do you--"

"Know who you are? I have my ways, sweetheart. That book you're holding. The Legendarium. It's supposed to be in the Alexendria Library, no?" She let out a breath, a smirk forming on her lips as she saw the shocked expression on Selina's face, "No matter. I don't have to win here... We both just have to lose."

At the last second where the Legendarium was about to teleport her away, in that split second there was a window, long enough for her to cast a spell,

"Behold the dragon's flame!"

A small purple snake-like dragon emerged, travelling at a fast speed, enough to burn the book slightly. "That should stop you for a while." Her eyes glanced up at three witches who were already fuming yet confused, "I think I'll be seeing you three soon won't I?" Were the last words she spoke before she got teleported away.

· · ────── ꒰ঌ·✦·໒꒱ ────── · ·

Y/n nodded her head towards the group of specialists on their flying bikes. "Go first. I'll be right behind you."

"Y/n—"

"Go."

The authority in her voice sent a shiver down all of the specialists' spines as they took one look back before flying off.

With them gone Y/n finally focused fully on the witches infront of her, "Awh.. You all looked surprised. How amusing." It was as if a switch flipped in her usual shy personality. She was sarcastic, cold, uncaring even.

"Hey what's up with her? This is kind of unnerving..."

"Not a fan of this me, are you Stormy? You wound me.” Her voice had an undertone of mockery.

Icy seemed confused but undeterred nonetheless, "Nevermind her odd behaviour! What matters is we get rid of her! Icy storm!"

"Illusionary sphere!"

"Rainy tornado!"

Their spells mixed into the tornado that seemed to change the weather.

The girl simply flicked her wrist, a purple fire dragon wrapping around the tornado of spells, basically setting it on flames and evaporating it. "It'll take a lot more than those spells to keep me down. Though I admire the effort. It’s my turn now.”

Y/n closed her eyes and whispered, "Flame's encapture."

A firey ball surrounded each of the witches, their hand getting burnt if they try to escape from the purple flames.

"That should keep you entertained for now. You may have conquered Linphea college, but I assure you that your reign won't last long."

Her eyes opened once more, this time revealing the pupil of her eye's were slits, it was as if the witches were looking directly into the eyes of a dragon.

With that, the fire fairy left, only leaving behind three unnerved witches in her wake.

As she caught up to the flying bikes, she slowed down her pace to match theirs. She didn't speak a word, only silently flying beside her partner's bike.

"Do you need a break? You can hop on my bike if you want." She had to give credit to him for trying to lighten the mood.

"It's fine, darling. I need to stretch my wings anyways."

"Are they not already stretched from whatever you did just now?" That cause all pairs of open eyes to glare at Riven.

"Okay chill... I was just joking."

"Okay but what was that actually?" Brandon asked as he steadied Stella's unconscious body on his bike.

"My powers."

Silence ensued. It's not like she was giving them anything to work with.

The flight back to Alfea was... awkward to say the least. As they landed they say Daphne and Ms Faragonda standing there, the former with a more concerned look and the latter with a stern one.

Y/n easily landed on her own, as if she hadn't been fighting the entire day.

"We heard the Trix are back." Ms Faragonda said as she approached the group.

"They are. They conquered Linphea college. It seems their dark magic has grown stronger. Not only that but it seems that the Winx, besides Bloom, has lost their magic." The only conscious fairy of the original group told Ms Faragonda the events.

Calix placed a hand on her shoulder, "It was as if they got teleported into the air and they instantly lost their fairy form."

"Back at the Cloud Tower they tried to use their powers to destroy a magical bubble. It backfired and caused the Winx to be teleported out of the tower." The girl sighed as she recalled the memory, "Before I was teleported out I managed to burn the Legendarium slightly with my powers so that should've either weakened its powers slightly or cause it to be unable to use for a short while."

"But why didn't Bloom or you lose your magic and the rest did?" Sky asked.

"And what kind of magic could be so strong that it can strip a fairy's magic from them?" Daphne pondered at the side.

"My guess is that it's because Bloom's and my magic come from the dragon flame. It's said to be the most ancient magic to ever exist and the creator of all things. A simple thing like the Legendarium wouldn't be able to extinguish that flame."

"And how do you know what the Legendarium is, young lady?" Ms Faragonda, who had been relatively quiet, finally spoke up, her eyes narrowed.

Y/n paused for a short while before letting out a quiet chuckle, "Ah... And I've lasted so long too. Well I guess I couldn't hide it forever."

"Hide what, Y/n?" Daphne asked her youngest sister.

"...Let's bring the girls back to rest in their rooms and move this conversation to Ms faragonda's office." Y/n said as she turned her back towards the group.

"Wait! Don't we deserve to know too." Riven tapped his foot against the ground impatiently.

"I don't think you deserve anything, Riven." It seemed everyone was still shocked by her quick personality change.

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"...I don't understand why they have to be here." Y/n stared pointedly at the group of guys who all looked out of place in Ms Faragonda's office.

“I believe you owe all of us an explanation, young lady.”

Y/n sighed before starting to speak, “I read books. That’s how I know about the Legenedairum. The library in Alfea is very extensive, surely you don’t think that none of those books contain any mention of the Legendarium.”

They all seemed unimpressed.

“None of you can even play along? Really? Okay fine. I may have been concealing my true strength and aura. So what?”

“What!” The room seemed to echo with a different symphony of voices.

The girl simply sighed again as she snapped, in an instant the room felt heavier, hotter even. “This is how my aura is normally. I simply made it much weaker on purpose.” She said before snapping once more, relinquishing the heavy atmosphere.

“But why?”

“Have you seen the things Bloom gets into. Valtor, Darklar, The Trix, they all always aim Bloom. Why? Because they think she’s the stronger of the twins. Because they thought Bloom was more useful, that her dragon flame was more powerful.”

The room went silent before Sky broke it. Loudly.

“So what! You pretended to be weaker just so you won’t get in trouble!?”

“Well yeah. Good job on listening.” The girl said sarcastically.

“And– And you just left Bloom to take all of the dangers? You purposefully put in her in harm’s way– How could you be so selfish!”

“Can you blame me for not wanting to be in danger 24/7?”

“So you just pushed it all to Bloom—” Brandon had to hold Sky back to the best of his abilities.

Timmy and Helia had to hold Calix back from lunging towards Sky for yelling at his partner.

She shook her head at the mess, “And this is why they shouldn’t have even been here in the first place. Whatever.” The girl continued on with her story, “You know how Bloom and I were separated from birth. We have two different adoptive families basically. My family is… a bit of an odd one, yeah? Let’s just say they have connections to… Aliens and other species.”

“But isn’t your adoptive family—“

“Just humans? Yeah. It’s a long story that I would rather not get into.” She traced her hand on the desk as she continued, “You know how Bloom got her Enchantix despite not meeting the usual requirement? She got it out of sheer force after finding Buddy, her inner dragon, but at that point of time her Enchantix wasn't complete.”

“I got my Enchantix the same way. Similar to how Bloom went to the island of Pyros to train and get her Enchantix I went to the island of Themyscira to train. There I didn’t just find my inner dragon… I found the Pyro Dragon Sovereign and I befriended him. So even though my Enchantix was incomplete til I saved Bloom it was still more powerful than a fully completed Enchantix."

“Wait but that means…” Daphne muttered.

“What? What does that mean?” It seemed like Sky was still irritated.

“That I am the child of prophecy.” Y/n finished Daphne’s sentence for her.

“The child of prophecy? What’s that?”

“There was a prophecy in Domino that states that the child of Prophecy will gain the trust of the Pyro Dragon Sovereign and save Domino from it’s doom. Since Bloom saved Domino, or so I thought, I always thought that she would come across the Pyro Sovereign sooner or later but to think that…” Daphne trailed off.

“It’s me. I know. Shocker.” Her voice was laced with thick sarcasm.

“Also, Bloom’s flame got significantly weakened from the shadow Darklar had once put on her flame, creating Dark Bloom. Remember that? That’s also another reason why I am stronger than her, I didn’t have that shadow put on my flame.”

“So… You’ve been stronger than Bloom the entire time and you just… hide it?”

“Yes. And I prefer if it stays that way.” Y/n's tone was flat, emotionless.

“What! So you just want to keep the girls in the dark?” Sky exclaimed.

Brandon placed a hand on Sky's shoulder, ready to pull him back if he gets aggressive again, “I’m with Sky on this one, isn’t it kind of odd to keep this from the girls.”

“Calm down. Either way, I can always get Bloom out of trouble if she ever really needs it. Which I doubt she will.” The girl looked like she was done with this conversation.

“So you’re treating your sister like she’s bait–” Brandon's hand went from Sky's shoulder to his arm at his nth outburst.

"Now I know you're angry, Sky but let's not jump to conclusions."

Suddenly all eyes were on the elder woman who has yet to say anything so far until now.

“At this point of time I don’t think there’s any benefits in telling the girls about Y/n’s true strength. While I think it’s wrong to hide it from them, revealing it could do more harm than good.”

“So we’re just going to keep this a secret from them forever?” Sky didn't seem happy with the headmistress' words.

“How do i tell mom and dad…” Daphne was at the side, having her own problems with what was newly revealed.

“You don’t.” Y/n simply stated though the attention was quickly pulled back to the headmistress.

“Now this is not a permanent solution. After all we can only keep this a secret for so long. My suggestion is that we slowly lower the news onto them. Soften the blow, per se. If we drop this on them all at once… I’m afraid Bloom’s self-esteem might take a big hit.” Faragonda

Silence takes over the room at her words.

“I.. I guess that works.” Sky finally backed down.

“It’s not like I could hide it forever anyways.” Y/n shrugged as she leaned her body weight on Calix who was right beside her.

“Another thing we need to figure out is how can the rest of the girls get their power back. Y/n, you should be able to give the Winx a part of your dragon flame so they can regain their power, right?” The headmistress addressed our main character.

“As much as I would like to say yes, my dragon’s flame is too strong for anyone, even Bloom, to handle. Due to my connection with the Pyro Sovereign, my dragon flame has significantly increased in strength and if i try to give it to anyone they would burn from the inside out after absorbing it.”

“But that means…”

“Bloom has to give them hers.” She said in a monotone voice.

“But didn’t you say Bloom’s flame is already weak?”

“Yes. But giving the Winx a part of her flame won’t cause any harm to her, it might weaken her a bit more but that’s the only solution.” Y/n shook her head at the last part of her sentence.

The group contemplated in silence.

“I see. Then there is no other choice. Once the girls awaken I shall tell them to do so. And everyone in this room will keep quiet about Y/n’s powers for the time being, til the moment is right.” It seems like the elder had the last say as no one objected.

Sky clenched his fists but there was nothing he could do.

As promised here it is. I have started on Death of a Star Chap 1 and a white boy carl x batsis!reader, blame it on the tiktok edits not me. No promises on when they'll come out tho😋😋

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[washeduphazbin]

Could I get a one shot of, y/n is like Adam’s life ex gf she left after getting tired of his shit.. ended up falling in love with Lucifer.. (Mr. Steal yo girl thrice) and during the Adam and Lucifer battle Lucifer taunts that he stole all three of his lovers

YES. YES. I'm in love with Lucifer. Your wish is my command.

Sorry it's so short if we like maybe part 2

Also, poly luci x reader x Lilith (sorry, not sorry)

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“Little duck?” Lucifer asked softly, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck. You were holding onto one of his plush ducks rather tightly,

"I can't help but think...that this extermination is my fault." Lucifer let out a gasp and wrapped his arms around your shoulders, "Lulu-"

"I won't have that negative self-talk in my house." Your brow furrowed in distress,

"But-"

"No buts."

"Lucifer! Adam's absolutely moved up the extermination to spite Charlie and us!" You argued, "I...what if I go back to him."

"Excuse me, what?"

"I don't want to!" You moved away from him to the portrait of Lilith, you and Lucifer hanging in the corner of the room. "I really don't want to..." You raised your hand and brushed against Lilith's horns and Lucifer's staff in the portrait. "You know I don't belong here; I'm not a demon, a sinner, or an angel either. I'm just a human who fell because I fell in love with you and your family." You smiled sadly over at him, holding out your hand. Lucifer squeezed it tightly, "What if I can solve all of this by just going back with Adam."

"That's not happening; I'm not letting you go back to that fuckwad;" He scoffed, brushing a hand through your hair, "Do you think you'll be happier with him? Without us? Without Charlie?"

"No." You laughed bitterly, "Of course not, Charlie would kill me."

"She absolutely would. You're like another mother to her; she wouldn't let you go back to that hellscape without a fight. Neither will I; I have a few words I'd love to share with Adam."

"Oh yeah? What would you say?"

"I'm sure you'll get to hear it eventually," he mused, leaning closer to kiss your cheeks. "Just stay safe and stay away from the Hotel until Charlie or I give you the okay, okay?"

"Okay." You whispered softly, bending down to plant a kiss on his lips,

"Did you really have to bend down like that," He huffed, hitting you gently with his cane.

"Oh, absolutely."

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"Stay home? STAY HOME?" You roared, grabbing Lucifer's shoulders, "Everyone dying, and you want me to stay home!"

"For your safety and everyone's safety. Yes." He squeezed your shoulders tightly, "If it's between you and Charlie, I-"

"You choose Charlie every time."

"I love you-"

"I know. I love you too." You smiled softly, "Kick Adam in the dick for me?"

"It would be my pleasure, my lady. Here," Lucifer handed you his phone, "It'll live stream the battle; I hacked a VoxTech drone." He puffed his chest out proudly, and you beamed, taking his phone from his hands.

"I can't wait to see Adam get dick punched in HD!"

"There's the bloodlust I love so much; if I didn't have to go save Hell, I'd totally fuck you right now."

"Then you better leave now so you can come back and fuck me as soon as possible."

"Yes, ma'am!" He gave the dorkiest salute before teleporting out of the room.

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"I am going to FUCK you!"

"It's fuck you up...dad."

Your face palmed, curling up on the bed, Lucifer's phone in your hand, watching the live stream.

"What? What did I say? Oh Shit-" Lucifer burst into laughter as he transformed into a snake to avoid being hit by Adam, "So this is what you've been up to since Eden, huh? I gotta you really let yourself go, buddy."

"Are you judging me?" Adam snarled in a disbelieving laugh, "You're the most hated being in all of creation!" Lucifer snickered as he turned into a bird,

"Well, your first wife didn't seem to hate what I had to offer, or the second bow chica. Wow, wow!" He splayed his fingers out in a V shape and stuck his tongue in between his fingers, "Not to mention your third."

"I'm sorry what!" He snarled,

"Oh, you didn't know? (Y/n)'s a doll, the tightest pussy Lilith and I've EVER shared!"

You made a horrified sound at the phone, wanted to absolutely curl up into a ball and die, Charlie didn't look any better.

"Dad!"

"You are so dead!" Adam shouted, "And I'm gonna find that bitch, and I'm going to make her pay!"

"Sure you are," he snorted, "I'd like to see you try."

[aerbitions]

imagine gladiator junker queen. | (FIRST POST!)

The stadium is roaring with triumph, another weakling consumed by the reigning champion of the Colosseum.

Your head is aching, a lump heavy in your throat as the stadium goes quiet.

A new challenger appears..?

This never happened, not once in the many years you've kept track of this boulder of a man who's killed thousands of people. Prisoners, cocky young men, war-torn veterans. All fell to the Champion. And yet...

Your heart races as red eyes meet yours under the shade of a helmet. The snarling face of a lion frames the white metal on the challenger's head and knees, armor plating all over her body. You can't help but stare. It's hard not to, with the heat and strength of the stranger's gaze.

This time, you watch the fight intently, mind enraptured in the fluid movement and sinewy muscles that shine with sweat. The sweltering heat does nothing to soothe the raging blush that claims your cheeks when she winks at you after finally, finally finishing the old Champion, burrowing the sharp blade of her axe into his chest.

"Your new Champion!"

The announcer shrieks, just as in shock as the rest of you. The lioness of a Champion, best of the Gladiators, digs the heel of her foot into the dead man's back before shouting in victory.

You stand and stare, gaze lingering on her expression until she turns to face you, pointing, then smirking.

"Yer my prize tonight!" She cackles, and you feel weak at the knees.

Gods and Goddesses...

hi hi! i don't use tumblr often but i literally couldn't stop thinking about JQ so i had to write this. if you have any requests for imagines drop them in my ask box! enjoy! -ames

[chillyneon]

One of my fave things when posting selfshipping imagines, people will add their F/Os names in the tags. Sometimes I'll go and look that character up if I don't know them, and smile knowing someone loves this F/O to bits. <3333

Bonus points if the tags include gushing about their selfshipping feels. They can be vague rambling and it still makes me giggle alongside their giddy excitement.

I love knowing everyone has their own special personal relationship with their F/Os, it's beautiful how much these characters can fill us with joy. <3333333

[sincerelysoso]

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