#there is no casual there is best friends and then there is till death to us part

[tyunphoria]

🌪️it’s a scream, BABY ! — h.js

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⚠️NSFW CONTENT⚠️

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ghostface!han jisung x reader

SYPNOSIS: when you thought you finally escaped that psycho who calls himself ghostface . . . think again. he always finds you.

INCLUDES: AFAB reader, ex!bf han jisung, pet names (baby, sweetheart, etc.), slight angst near the end if you squint, SMUTTT, aftercare, ngl kinda rushed oops.

WARNINGS: obsessive behaviour, threatening, mentions of death and murders, han having slight yandere tendencies, DOM!han, fingering, hair pulling, dacryphilia, praise, implied voice kink, knife play, fear play, finger-sucking, rough sex ig idk, begging.

wc: 3.7k

You approach the front door with relief, the aches in your feet swelling after a long day. "I'm home," you call out wearily.

Silence responds. No clattering of dishes from the kitchen, no muffled music from upstairs. Just the low whine of machinery emanating from somewhere.

Frowning, you kick off your heels, biting your lip against the sting of fresh blisters forming at the back of your ankles. Your shoulders slump as you drop onto the couch, its faded pattern doing little to lift your spirits.

Wincing, you massage the ache from your feet, inspecting the angry skin stretched tight over your swollen heels. Exhaustion seeps into your bones as the steady hum of the fan fades into the background. You lean your head back, eyes drifting shut against the gathering gloom. Slipping off your shoes was the first victory of what promises to be a long night ahead.

Laundry, mopping the floor, cleaning out the cupboards; fuck it, that can wait till tomorrow morning.

Sliding the uniform jacket from your shoulders, you sigh with the release of tension. The cool air hits your skin as you unbutton your work blouse, revealing a tank top beneath.

You adjust your skirt, glad to be free of the restrictive waistband and back into casual clothes. Glancing at the clock, you let out a sigh. Your roommate must be still working out late again. So much for a promised and well deserved girl’s night.

For now, though, you tune out the noise and settle further into the couch. Remote in hand, you aimlessly scroll through TV options in search of a mindless distraction. Anything to pull your exhausted mind from the drudgery of the day.

2 years, you frown.

It’s been two years since you’ve moved to seoul after the ghostface attacks from your hometown. You were lucky enough to survive, but the price of your survival was steep. It entailed enduring the loss of friends and family.

Till this day, it’s still a mystery as to who the killer was. Rather, killers as some people theorize.

But you know who he is.

You knew ghostface all too well.

How could you not ? He was the man you once loved and cared for. Until he went batshit insane and claimed to only be doing what’s best for the both of you by killing anyone who came in between your relationship.

You can’t tell the police. You can’t tell anyone. If his name happens to get leaked in the public, you’re the first person he’d go for.

“Stop thinking about him,” you groan, rubbing your temples. He’s probably dead in a ditch somewhere, why stress over it ? You settle on the news channel instead as you slump further into the couch.

“We interrupt your regular programming with breaking news. This is Lee Dae-suk reporting live from the scene. Just moments ago, authorities received a distress call by a janitor from HYBE Co.” you quickly sit up from your seat as you hear these words. That’s where you worked . . .

“Upon arrival, they discovered a chilling scene that has left investigators and the community in shock,” the reporter continues on with how there were two victims from your workplace suffering from injury and were rushed to the er, and the other two were found dead. “. . . the initials G.F. were carved on their chests. Detectives suspect that this traces back to the ghostface attacks of 2021 in [hometown]. We advise all citizens of seoul to be on high alert for potential suspects. Law enforcement officials advises everyone to stay indoors no longer than nine.

We will keep our viewers informed as this case unfolds. We now return to your regular scheduled programming brought to you by—“

You grab the remote and quickly shut off the tv.

“Shit, please f/n, answer your phone,” you gnaw on your nails whilst pacing around the living room. If this is the same ghostface, he must’ve followed you. It would be all your fault for leading him here. The thought makes you sick.

You dial her number again with shaking hands, desperate for an answer.

“Hey—“

“F/n!”

“you’ve reached f/n’s voice mail ! i’ll call you back when—“

“Fuck !” You exclaimed, throwing your phone onto the couch in frustration. The worry and fear is eating you alive. You try calling again and again, each unanswered ring twisting the knot of anxiety in your stomach tighter. With a sigh of defeat, you finally slump down on the couch, cradling your head in your hands.

"She'll be fine...she has to be fine," you say quietly to yourself, taking a slow, steadying breath. But before you can fully calm your racing mind, your phone suddenly rings, the sound jolting through you. Your heart leaps into your throat as you don’t bother checking the caller ID before picking it up with trembling hands.

“Hello ? F/n ?”

- “hey, baby.”

replied a deep, gravelly, modulated voice.

- “miss me ?”

Your breath hitched as you froze. A shiver ran down your spine as your eyes flicker to the open blinds.

“Ghostface.” You acknowledge. From the other line, you could hear him click his tongue in disapproval.

- “I prefer the nickname ‘darling’.”

“What the fuck do you want, Jisung ?” You tried not to show any signs of fear but the slight tremble in your voice says so otherwise.

“What ? Aren’t you gonna go ask me what my favourite scary movie is ?” You made your way in the kitchen as your hand inched to grab a knife.

- “I have a better question. Do you like games, y/n ?”

You pass your index finger between the various knives on the rack, fingers wrapping around the biggest handle.

“Fuck you.”

Jisung can be heard chuckling. His laugh made your stomach twist. What sick bastard thinks all of this is just a game ?

- “Even with that knife in your hand, you’re still as beautiful as ever. And the look of fear in your face ? It’s fucking hot, baby . . .”

You feel your heart starting to race as you flinch and turn around, all your senses now activated.

- “Tell me, are you gonna stab poor ol’ ghostface with that knife ? You aren’t any better from me, y/n.”

He was taunting you and you knew that.

You end the call after telling him that he could go fuck himself before rushing over to the windows and locking them shut. Same goes for the door as well while you clutch the edge of the dinner table as if your body were threatening to collapse.

The phone vibrates in your hand, except this time it wasn’t a call but a notification from the unknown number.

Your hands begin to shake once again as you huff and puff to regain composure, clicking on the notification to reveal a video.

A video of f/n entering her car.

You jumped at another vibration. He’s trying to call you again. The whole situation was frustrating — not only were you scared as shit, also a bit agitated with how he wasn’t just threatening you but your loved ones as well.

You peer down the halls, silently peeking at every room. When you finally accept the call, your heart drops at his words.

- “Hang up on me again, I dare you. I’ll mail this bitch’s head at your door, don’t fucking test me, y/n.”

The violence of his threat burned your eyes but you had no choice but to swallow back your tears. You’d just have to listen, so no one else got hurt. You can’t bear losing anyone—not again . .

“Jisung,” you close your eyes as a shuddered breath escapes your lips. “I’ll listen. I’ll do anything you want, okay ? Just please, don’t hurt anyone.”

He slightly softens at your pleas. Jisung still loves you, with all his heart and he wishes for nothing more than to go back to how things used to be. But he knew better than that, he's already far too deep to return with how he used to be.

- “Such a good girl for me . . . See how easy it is to obey ?”

Despite the fear, you cursed at the way he still had an affect on you. Somewhere in him, it’s still the same Han Jisung you’ve grown to love. The feelings you’ve stored away after all these years were beginning to resurface, and you were ashamed to admit it.

- “hm, what game, what game . . . Have you ever heard of the game hot and cold ?”

You nod, clutching the phone tighter. Words were stuck in your throat and you knew he could see you though he seemed to be dissatisfied.

- “Use your words, beautiful.”

His nicknames are starting to trigger a reaction that you hadn’t expected and felt so guilty. Heat spreads through your body, and shamefully enough, between your legs.

“I have,” you stammer.

- “Alright. Here’s the deal; find me and all of this’ll be over. I’ll leave you alone. Sounds like a plan ?” It seems all too good to be true. Find him and then what ? Will you have to just trust his word and believe that you’ll be finally left alone ?

- “Better start looking, I’m getting impatient here, princess.”

After a few minutes, neither of you spoke. The silence is weighing heavily down on your shoulders. The thought of not knowing where he is and him being able to pop out and slice you at any moment now increased your degree of fear. You walk out of the living room and open your roommate’s door, switching the light on.

- “cold.”

You grumble in response and made your way to your own bed room, eyes landing on the doors of your closet. Hands inching closer to the handles, you hear his breathing become more erratic making you pause.

- “Why’d you stop, baby ? Perhaps I’m in there.”

Your hands trembled as you grab the handles of your closet and pulled it wide open with eyes closed. To your surprise, he wasn’t there.

- “keep looking, sweetheart.” He laughs tauntingly. “Remember, this isn’t some cliche horror movie. The closet, really ?”

- “What's next ? The basement ?”

“Fuck you !” You didn’t wanna play this game anymore. By the time you found him, you’d be dead from a heart attack.

You exit your room and keep walking.

- “still cold.”

Sighing in annoyance, you head for the opposite direction, about to pass the bathroom till he spoke.

- “warmer.”

Taking a deep breath, the door creaks open as you step inside, flicking the light switch on. You inch closer to the shower curtain, letting out a tiny whimper.

- “You’re getting so warm. Very good, baby.”

You never had a thing for praise till now and let me just say that shit made your knees buckle. You wish you could just tell him to stop messing with you, the whole situation itself was already confusing enough.

- “Now you’re boiling.”

You grip the shower curtain and throw it open.

Nothing.

Absolutely, nothing.

“Bastard,” you groan. “Show yourself, asshole ! I’ll beat the shit out of you !“

- “hey now, no need to get violent. Keep talking to me like that and I’ll fuck that attitude out of you,” han spat.

“I’m done with your shit. Grow a pair and come at me, why don’t you ?” You held your phone tightly in your hand you could’ve crushed it. You head to the kitchen and grab a glass of water to soothe your dry throat. You laugh in realization, “I doubt you’re even here. God, I’m so stupid. I can’t believe I fell for it. How else could you send the video if her work’s like miles and miles away ?”

- “you asked for it. No backing out, ‘kay babe ?”

You pause. “What ?”

You immediately drop the glass along with your phone as a gloved hand reaches from behind to clasp over your mouth. Letting out a muffled scream, you thrash in his grasp, reaching to grab the knife from the counter but his free hand swiftly takes hold of both of your wrists and binding them behind your back as the masked man hunches you over the counter.

“Surprise, y/n.”

Tears blur your vision with your screams and whimpers getting muffled by jisung’s glove. He lets go, giving you some time to catch your breath.

“Let go, jisung !”

He inhales audibly, bringing you tight against him. “Scared, sweetheart ? I know you want this as much as I do . . . Think I didn’t notice the way you were practically soaking wet with just my voice ?” His hips push forward and the massive shape of his hard cock makes you weak. “Such a naughty, naughty girl.”

The unwelcome throb between your legs is spreading through your abdomen. A moan threatens to leave your mouth but you manage to bite your lip. His hand inches lower, slipping through the waistband of your shorts, clenching your thighs to refrain from giving him access.

“Open those legs for me, pretty girl,” he clicks his tongue, getting impatient.

“Burn in hell.”

With that little comment, he rips off your shorts along with your lacy panties. A new complaint comes from the back of your throat and you start to squirm and thrash again, unconsciously moving your ass against his clothed cock to push him away.

He snickers, keeping you pinned on the counter. “Impatient, are we ?” He lifts his robe and tugs his sweatpants down. Han jerks you back against him, pulling you off the counter and holding you tight against his hard dick.

“I missed you,” he rips his mask off, trailing kissing along your neck while he taps the flat of the knife against your cheek. “So fucking much . . .”

“What do you want ?” You gulp, melting in his tight embrace. God, you missed this. You missed him.

“You.” He rolls his eyes, “thought it was pretty obvious, but guess i have to spell it out.”

Han lightly trails the tip of the knife down your cleavage and stomach, applying more pressure afterwards to slice your tank top open. The cold air hitting your hardened nipples and the knife lightly dragging along your breasts made you gasp and arch your back against him.

He teases your cunt with the handle, dragging the object along your folds as he circles your clit with it. “Like that, sweetheart ?”

You moan as he smiles at the cry he drew from you.

“Use your words, baby,”

You took a shaky breath, hips swaying. “Fuck you, han jisung.”

He plasters on an amused smile as he shoves the handle in your cunt.

“I really gotta fix that nasty attitude of yours.” He says, taking his glove off.

He replaces the handle with his fingers, gently curling them as he moves it in and out your sopping pussy. You draw out a long whine, legs trembling and you could barely keep yourself up. “Oh god…. Fuck, jisung….”

The cute noises you were making encourages him to keep going as he picks up the pace, thrusting his fingers harder and deeper.

His other hand reaches up and closes his fist around your throat, scissoring his fingers inside of you. You’re reaching for logic, for dignity, but everywhere there’s only him.

Your moans were getting louder and louder at each plunge of his fingers, deciding ‘fuck it’ since it felt too good to stop now. His thumb pressed your clit in a delicious way which brought a familiar sensation in your lower belly. The coil in your stomach tightens painfully.

Han grins at this, knowing you were close.

He purposely pulls his fingers out before your release, suddenly feeling empty as a long string of curses and whines spill from your lips.

“Seriously ? Literally what the fuck—“

Han silences you by pushing the two fingers into your mouth.

His fingers skillfully venture deeper into your throat. The slight pressure causes you to choke momentarily, a mix of vulnerability and exhilaration flooding your senses. Your lips form a tight seal around his fingers, tongue swirling and sucking on them as the primal desire to please him fuels your actions while you greedily lapped your tongue.

His mouth, warm and eager, delicately explored the tender flesh of your neck beneath his lips. The sensation sends shivers down your spine, breath hitching in anticipation as he lines himself up against your entrance.

Moaning, you can’t help but impatiently grind against him

“What’s wrong baby ?” Han releases his fingers from your mouth as you gasp for air. “want my cock instead ?”

You nod eagerly.

His grip on your hip tightens as he tugs your hair back, eliciting a curt hiss from your hips. “Words, y/n.”

“Yes . . Please, I want you so bad, please fuck me.”

“Good girl.” He wastes no time sheathing and snapping himself inside of you, his thrust knocking the wind out of your lungs. He swears quietly, feeling how soft your walls were pulsing around him — warm and perfect, everything he missed over the past few years. You choke on your words, eyes fogging with tears as you slur out random sentences.

He grunts, starting off slow. “Thought I stretched you out pretty good but you’re still so goddamn tight. When was the last time you fucked someone, pretty baby ?”

Han deepens his strokes but keeps a teasingly slow pace. “Pl—Please, Jisung-ah …. go faster.” You sniffle, pathetically begging for his cock at this point. It hurt too much. You needed him more than ever.

“Where's the girl who was telling me to burn in hell a couple of minutes ago ?” He laughs and grabs your jaw to turn and face him, “you look better so needy for me like that . . Now, answer my question.” A groan leaves your mouth as his grip gets tighter.

“Since you left !” You sob as he rocks his hips faster, quickly fucking into your heat. “I haven’t found anyone as good as you, jisung-ah—“

He grins, roughly pinning you down on the counter. It was the answer he exactly wanted to hear.

You gasp as he hits a particularly sensitive spot, beginning to see stars as he brings a hand around to the front, running a finger against your swollen clit.

Moving inside of you at a nearly brutal pace, as you feel your release come closer and closer. He feels it too with the way you tighten around him. “M’cumming,” you whine, but he doesn’t stop. Then you came, walls clenching around him as he fucked you through your orgasm. Your legs tremble under the intensity, tapping on his arm for him to let you breathe for a second.

His hands grab your waist and uses it as leverage to thrust into you, leaving you little to no time to at least catch your breath. You try to speak but another one of his hard thrusts trigger a loud moan.

“Doing so well for me, baby. Think you can cum a second time ?” You moan brokenly, unable to respond. Your tongue hangs from your swollen lips and your throat feels dry. You never expected being fucked silly by the one and only han jisung ever again but here we are. You feel selfish for not wanting it to end and for wanting to be with him again.

He pulls you up and flips you around, hungrily smashing his lips against yours as if he’s been waiting to finally taste and have you all to himself for decades.

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“I hate you,” you groan as he lays you down on the soft mattress of your bed. “so fucking much.” Han only ever grins in response as he wipes away the cum trickling down your inner thighs.

You can barely move. You can’t even twitch a single finger.

Your limbs were sore and it was all his fault.

Summoning the last ounce of strength within you, you deliver a knee to his abdomen, eliciting a deep grunt from his lips. A look of mild annoyance crosses his face as he settles down beside you, encircling your waist with his strong arm. He presses his face into the soft curve of your neck, his fingertips tracing soothing circles along the tender flesh of your thighs.

“I missed you,”

“I know.”

“I’m sorry.”

You didn’t respond to that.

Suddenly, your lips meet in a sweet collision, a mingling of desire and longing. The taste of anticipation linger on your tongues as Han’s kisses began soft and tender, gentle brushes of lips that convey a depth of emotion words could never capture. With each meeting of your mouths, your passion ignites, growing more fervent, more urgent.

His hand cradles your cheek, his thumb tracing the curve of your jawline, while your fingers tangle in his hair, pulling him closer, deepening the ardor of your embrace. Your mouths moved in perfect synchronicity, exploring and claiming, as if they were trying to memorize every contour, every taste.

The moment is abruptly shattered by the piercing wail of police sirens echoing just outside the house. Panic grips your heart, forcing you to acknowledge the harsh reality that the person you love is still a criminal; a killer.

With a heavy sigh, he gently drapes the covers over your form, shielding you from the impending chaos. Reluctantly, he pulls himself away, but not without leaving a lingering kiss upon your trembling lips, as if to imprint his love upon you, even in the face of uncertainty.

"Y/n?!" A familiar voice calls out from outside, the voice of your roommate.

His lips press against your forehead, his touch both comforting and fleeting. Your fingers instinctively cling to his sleeve, desperately trying to hold onto the moments you have shared.

"Wait, Jisung..." you plead, your voice laced with apprehension and longing. Your thumbs nervously fiddle with each other, betraying the whirlwind of emotions swirling within you.

A mischievous smile plays upon his lips as he leans closer, his voice a whispered reassurance. "Will you come back?" The thought of losing him again scared you.

"It isn’t that easy to get rid of me," he smiles cheekily as he opens the window sill, "Don't miss me too much.

“Remember, whether you like it or not, I'll always find you."

a/n: the amount of times ive watched all of the scream movies (esp 1, 4, and 6) is not healthy</3

also, han jisung brain rot wkjanjanw

this was honestly supposed to be a two part with minsung but i decided against it idk kinda wanna do more ghostface aus with ateez or something

like im boutta write some ethan landry x readers cus lemme js say 😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨

[nomsfaultau]

Dark sbi where Tommy accidentally kidnaps Philza, not knowing he’s a crime lord. And he swears it was an accident! He just, you know, panicked. Tommy and Tubbo were just minding their own business slapping graffiti on a building (practicing their art skills, you see) when a cop started screeching at them, apparently not an appreciator of the fine arts. And since Mrs. Innit would KILL him if he got arrested, Tommy panics and takes a hostage, shouting at the cop not to take a step further or he’ll kill the random civilian he’s ducked behind so he can’t get shot.

Meanwhile Philza isn’t entirely paying attention, and realizes there’s suddenly a small child sheltering behind him from a cop. He gives the cop the nastiest look imaginable, which causes them to back off enough that Tommy thinks his plan is working. Once the negotiations start Philza is baffled by who would have the gall to kidnap him, and so poorly at that. Frankly it’s an umbrage to face the work of an amateur.

Well, till the abductor asks his name. “…do you not know who I am.?”

Tommy squints at the guy. His suit looks kinda fancy? Is it better or worse for him if he managed to randomly capture some Wall Street schmuck? “Hell no,” he hisses. “And I don’t care. I’m a dangerous guy alright? You don’t know what I’ll do to you.”

Philza’s laugh causes the cop to advance, wagering the situation isn’t intense. But because Tubbo’s ‘Yes And’ game is a force to be reckoned with, he casually pulls out a nerf gun (painted to look real for a prank on Ranboo) and trains it on the cop. Philza is positively delighted as he realizes just how amateur his abductors are. Oh this will be a riot to watch.

With more bluffing than Tommy knew he had in him, promising the hostage 20 bucks if he pretended to go along with it, the pure manic chaos bleeding from Tubbo’s eyes and ample gun waving, and creative use of spray paint in the eyes of the chasing cops, Tommy and Tubbo somehow manage to book it. For some reason the hostage keeps up with them instead of escaping. Huh. Can you develop Stockholm syndrome that fast? Tommy would ask, but he’s panting from sprinting. And as they live in an unjust world, hostage guy isn’t even breaking a sweat despite the three piece suit.

“You’re not going to get far on foot,” Philza murmurs. As corrupt and useless as the cops are for most things in this city, he doesn’t imagine there’d actually be that much fuss over a random man being kidnapped, but he wonders what they’ll do if spooked a little more. It’s been amusing thus far. The boys bicker, then elect to force him to drive as neither have licenses. They don’t ask him to drive to their homes, instead some secondary location. Smart, albeit Philza will definitely know both addresses within the hour.

While Tommy is busy ‘threatening’ Philza about the consequences of not getting them there, Tubbo just leans over from a bag of chips he’s munching on and offers them to Phil. Tommy rounds on him, less for showing exploitable kindness to the hostage and more for eating the Doritos that were meant to be his. Philza almost chides them for revealing each other’s names, but decides it might just be easier to hand them notes at the end of this. So far they aren’t getting a passing grade in abduction. But he has to admit it’s far more entertaining than the ‘business’ meeting he was planning to attend.

(Techno, meanwhile, hasn’t heard from Philza and is going BALLISTIC trying to figure out who kidnapped him. From the police report Phil just kinda went along with it, and looked terrified after a private exchange with the abductor, which has to mean the threat is ungodly to convince the Angel of Death to submit. Techno’s about to have a panic attack imagining the unthinkable horrors happening to his best friend, and is only holding it off by doing atrocities about it. This is the THIRD secret criminal organization he’s ripped apart in the last two hours and PHILZA ISNT HERE EITHER!?)

Philza has decided he likes his kidnappers. They’re not experienced in the slightest, but they make up for it with bravado, determination, and a certain lack of rationality that is necessary in the line of business Philza is in. Yes. They’ll do nicely if given a little guidance.

It’s half an hour before either of them notice Philza is driving aimlessly and they don’t recognize the city around them at all. “Hm? Next time I don’t recommend you give the hostage control of the vehicle. I could have immediately driven to the police station.”

Tommy frowns, almost more nervous at the implication the obvious blackmail would go unused. “…why didn’t you?”

“There’s no love lost between the cops and I. And even more importantly, you amuse me. I like your…potential.” He grins at the soft click of Tommy covertly trying the handle and finding the car doors locked. “Getting out at this speed is almost always fatal, Tommy.”

Tubbo lifts the muzzle of the fake gun towards him. “Let us go right. now.”

Philza leans over, ruffling Tubbo’s hair. The teen gulps at the glimpse of the holster Philza’s jacket was hiding, sharing a wide eyed look with Tommy. “I’m not exactly scared of foam bullets, mate.” He chuckles lowly at the tension freezing both of them. “Relax. You’ll be home by dinner. After you went through all the effort of kidnapping me to avoid trouble with your parents, I don’t intend to ruin it. I like you two; you have spunk I don’t see often. After all, it takes a lot of guts to kidnap the leader of the Syndicate.”

[annaloveshjp]

goodbye tears

harry potter x reader

word count: 1.1k

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a/n: sad sad sad!! and short :(

warnings: sad fluff, two swear words, and mentions of death.

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you sat teary-eyed next to Harry as the funeral for Albus Dumbledore came to an end. Harry made sure to hold your hand the entire time, but you knew he wasn’t doing it to comfort you, it was for him, and you made sure to hold his hand right till the very end.

you could see his tear stained cheeks shining in the sunlight that shone across the Hogwarts grounds. you kept looking up to the sky so your tears wouldn’t fall, and to keep you from looking at the heart-broken silhouette of the love of your life sitting next to you, sobbing silently.

you had lost a few people in your life: your childhood dog, your aunt that you loved so dearly, and your old best friend from second grade. but you couldn’t even begin to imagine how Harry felt his whole life; he lost his parents before he could remember them, a good friend: Cedric Diggory, his godfather, Sirius, and now someone he looked up to for years.

you did your best to comfort him throughout his losses. if he needed a shoulder to cry on, it was yours. if he needed to rant until his throat ran dry, you were his diary. a distraction? no problem, you said, let’s go for a walk.

when you first met Harry, you immediately clicked. like it was meant to be. you would tell him all about your interests, and he would do the same. there was never an awkward moment between you— well, except for when he first admitted he liked you, and asked you out.

he was only fourteen, so he didn’t know how to do the whole dating thing, but you thought it was cute. he had tried to casually ask you to the yule ball “as friends”, but you could tell he wanted it to be more when you saw his hands shaking and his cheeks go red. he kissed you at the end of the night of the yule ball.

since then, you’d been closer than ever. not only intimately, but emotionally as well. he had told you he felt safe with you during his more stressful moments of fifth year. when he wept, you would hold him and tell him stories your mother passed on to you from her school years. if he was in a bad mood, you’d tell crazy stories from your childhood, or stories from summers when he was locked up. you’d spill your most embarrassing secrets if it meant a smile or watery laugh from your love.

but right now, funny stories couldn’t cheer him up. all that you could do was hold his hand and wipe his tears.

as everybody stood up from their seats, you kept your hand in Harry’s and walked wherever his feet lead him. he looked over at the sound of his name being called, you looked over and saw—

“Harry,” Rufus Scrimgeour. this bitch, you think; he didn’t look empathetic at all.

you opened your mouth to shoo him away, but Harry squeezed your hand and said quietly, “it’s fine, give me a minute.”

he gave you an unconvincing half-smile as he let go of your hand and followed Scrimgeour around the grounds. you observed their conversation from afar and noticed Harry tensing up and looking impatient. you trust him, so you waited.

after a few more minutes of an uncomfortable looking conversation, Harry made his way back to you. “kept asking about what Dumbledore and I were doing that night,” he answered your not-yet-asked question.

“that prick,” you scoff.

“calm, my love,” he rubbed your shoulder. you look up into his eyes and take a deep breath.

Harry opened his mouth to speak, but hesitated. “can we talk?” he looked nervous, and upset.

“‘course, what is it?” you ask him as he leads you toward the edge of the lake and away from the crowd.

he closed his eyes and took a deep breath. “you know how much I love you, right?”

“yeah, I do,” you say.

“and I would never want anything to happen to you. ever.” he says. you continue looking into his eyes and he takes that as a sign to continue. “I just- I want you to be safe, and I can only think of one way to ensure that.”

fuck.

“Harry…” you start.

“Y/N, listen to me, please,” he pleaded, his voice cracking, “I love you so, so much, I don’t think I’ve ever loved anyone like I love you, but we can’t be together anymore.”

you know his reasoning behind this decision, though you can’t help but get choked up when you speak next.

“Harry, I know you think I c-can’t protect myself or s-something—“

“no, honey, that’s not it at all,” he interrupts, “it’s just- everyone else I’ve lost was able to protect themselves, but Voldemort is now the most powerful wizard alive. and every time I have survived, it was luck. all luck. and I can’t have me and you depending on luck for your life.”

looking down, you let out a shaky sigh. you can’t pretend you’re not scared, but you know you need each other.

“Harry, I already know about the Horcruxes and everything. why can’t I come? am I not as useful as Ron and Hermione? I can help, Harry.”

“that’s why I need you to stay here, so you can help everyone else. Ron, Hermione, and I can get the job done, and you would help loads, but I don’t want you to get hurt, or even killed because of me.” he says.

“even if I did get hurt, it wouldn’t be your fault! you can’t—“

“everything has been my fault so far, though.” he looked down, “Voldemort wanted me dead in the first place, my parents died because of me. I told Cedric to take the cup with me. my fault. I believed a false image Voldemort planted in my mind, leading to Sirius’ death. my fault. don’t you understand? I wouldn’t be able to forgive myself if anything happened to you.”

your heart broke. you knew you couldn’t do anything that would change his mind, so you did the first thing that came to mind. you hugged him tight.

“I love you so much,” your words were muffled by his shoulder. he wrapped his arms around you and leaned his head against yours. the warmth he radiated saddened you even more; you’d miss it.

“I love you more,” he sniffed, bringing one hand up to stroke your hair. you two stayed wrapped in each others arms for a few minutes, but to you it felt like seconds. you didn’t want to say goodbye yet.

he pulled back and looked at you, his nose was red and his cheeks were shining. “just promise me one thing,” he said.

“anything,” you say.

“don’t fall into an unbearable sadness while I’m gone,” he brought his hand up to your cheek to wipe away a tear that had just fallen. “I want you to be happy, and safe. promise me that too; you’ll stay safe, no matter what.”

“of course,” you put your hand over his. he leaned in and kissed you on the forehead. you closed your eyes, letting more tears fall.

when he walked away, that was the first time you felt like giving up.

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Jumping on the headcanons bandwagon: do you have any for professor Sharp? Love your work, this is one of my favourite blogs.

A/N: I'm happy you enjoy my work 😌 💕

AESOP SHARP HEADCANONS

Sorted to Slytherin

Quiet and reserved, but not shy, just heavily introverted

He was a quick study of DADA, charms and potions; top of the class

Struggled with transfiguration, a bit too technical for his liking

Always wanted to be an auror, most of his family members were

Had one best friend in school, they both strived to be aurors

Never had a girlfriend in school; he didn't understand the romantic obsession some teenagers had, he likes his alone time

Graduated with high marks and went straight to auror training

It was his mentor that taught him "Shortcuts only lead to shortcomings"

This is where his lack of interpersonal skills hurt him; he could track and fight dark wizards till the stars themselves fell, but calm a distraught person over the death of a loved one? ....nope. awkward as hell.

And office politics at the Ministry? Actual hell. Hated the lot of them.

Except one

A young secretary working for one of the higher ups, she was one of the few people he could stand to be around without losing his mind

He found himself making excuses to go see her or finding the most mundane reasons to go talk to her

His best friend turned work partner knew right away what was happening, would tease him endlessly about it

She made the first move to go on a date; nothing fancy, just a casual lunch date

They never made it back to work from talking for so long

Both of them got writeups but didn't care

He knew within months of knowing her that he wanted to marry her

He proposed privately in his family's garden, just them and the spring butterflies

He was on top of the world; being one of the best aurors the Ministry had and about to marry the love of his life

....but we all know it doesn't end that way

December 31, 1875

He and his partner were ambushed while on assignment

His partner, his best friend, dies

Death curse to the chest, his eyes frozen wide with surprise

Aesop fights off a total of 35 dark wizards single handedly, being critically injured in the process

He holds his fallen partner as he uses the last of his strength to apparate to St. Mungo's

He passed out on the street in front of the hidden hospital where he is found by staff

He sleeps for days in the hospital, his fiance staying with him as long as she can every day

When he wakes up, he's silent

Even when he looks at his lover, his eyes are dark and hollow

The healers did what they could for him but the damage his body took from the curses would leave him with chronic pain and a limp for the rest of his life

He struggles to walk out of St. Mungo's but refuses to use a cane; pride won't let him

His injuries result in his medical discharge from being an auror, his response is anger

His grief over the list of his partner and career sent him down a dark spiral of self destruction

He becomes belligerent, aggressively arguing with everyone over anything about his condition (mentally or physically)

He drinks to numb the pain

That only makes things worse

Any money he had for a wedding is slowly squandered away by drink

Hangovers made him even more insufferable

He refused to talk to anyone about the night of his friend's death, even his fiance

He didn't even go to his friends service, it made things too final and he wasn't ready to accept his friend's death

His behavior eventually led to a fight with his fiance, a big one

She left the ring on the table

He never saw her again

He was alone

Weeks later a familiar face came knocking, his mentor

His mentor gave him the talk he needed to hear

There where shouts of anger until tears of sorrow flowed

He broke and finally accepted that he was in a bad place

Everything he had was gone and he needed to let himself greive

Even after he finally took the time to take care of himself, he still didn't know what to do next until Hogwarts needed a new potions professor

He could try that

Teach kids...not his first choice but he wasn't doing anything else with his life at the time

Worst case scenario, he quits

Turns out he loves it. as much as teaching comes with its own stresses, watching them figure out and admire a well earned accomplishment makes it all worth it

In his time at Hogwarts, he's tried contacting his lost love to no avail

It's one of his deepest regrets, pushing her away

He's well settled as a professor and living life one day at a time

[strawb3rrystar]

Hii, I have a really sad angst idea for sejanus plinth if you're open to hearing it! It's a platonic fic if you're okay with writing those. My idea is basically sejanus is the mentor for the female tribute of district two right? Except she's just a little kid, maybe even younger than wovey. Over time he sees her more and more as a little sister figure and is desperately trying to find a way to protect her. Despite her age she's quite emotionally intelligent and (as much as a child can) understands that she won't survive. She's still happy (again as happy as she can be) and tells sejanus not to worry about her. Before she enters the arena sejanus makes her promise to hide till it's all over. Well she breaks that promise to save another tribute ( maybe wovey or Lucy gray someone who she's friends with). My vision is someone sneaking up on her friend and she throws a rock to distract them so her friend can get away. she avoids other tributes but eventually gets taken out by the snakes. Her last words are apologizing to sejanus for breaking their promise. I personally think he'd be so upset he'd puke. If you choose to write this thank you! I'm way to nervous to write my own fics lol

Broken promises.

Pairing: Sejanus Plinth + Fem! District 2 tribute! Reader (Platonic)

Warnings: Major character death, Mention Sejanus feeling nauseous

Word count: 1,250

✰Masterlist

Sejanus' heart broke when he heard that he would be mentoring a girl from District 2. It broke even more when he saw you were just a little kid. He felt sick to his somatch, his head pounded as he tried to eat something from the large array of food that the academy hand set out.  

That night, he couldn't sleep. The image of you on screen flashed through his head. The way your hands trembled as you stood next to the male tribute.

He wanted to cry once he saw you sitting in the monkey cage like the others. Your eyes nervously dart around as if you would be killed any second. He softly called out your name, and your head shot up. Sejanus stuck his hand through the bars to offer you the sandwich he had brought with him.  

You walk towards him cautiously, not holding any resentment in your eyes, but also not trusting him either. You mumble a small thanks and took a bite of what, to you, was the best thing you tasted all week. Sejanus tried his best to smile, but he couldn't hold it for long. 

"I'm sorry..." He says quietly, leaning his head against the bars. "Why? It's not your fault." 

The way you carried yourself despite the situation surprised him. But then he realized you probably had a hard life in 2. "You don't deserve this. None of you do."  

Sejanus looks over at the other tributes. He hoped that in the back of everyone's mind, they would know that these people aren't animals. They're just children. You smile to yourself and take another bite. 

"I'm glad you're different. These other people keep throwing nuts and stuff at us." You muttered. Sejanus softly chuckles as you roll your eyes. He goes on to introduce and tell you a little bit about himself. You do the same, describing your family and your friends at school.  

When it came time for the mentor-tribute interview, you filled out the questionnaire within a few minutes. Leaving the rest of the time for you to discuss strategy. "Promise me you'll hide once the games start." 

"Hide? From the looks of it there's no place to hide in that arena." You reply, your eyes wandering over to the other tributes and their mentors. Your eyes focus on Lucy Gray and her colourful ruffles, the only other person who was actually talking to their mentor. "She shared a piece of bread with me after she noticed I was too scared to get close to the bars." 

Sejanus' eyes followed yours "So you're friends?" he asks. 

"I guess." You shrug in response "She is quite nice, you know." 

Walking into the arena had your heart beating with panic. Even with Sejanus standing right beside you, it felt wrong being casually shown your potential final resting place. It's like picking out your coffin before you die. Which spot looks pretty enough for my blood to stain the concrete like so many tributes before me? 

You grab Sejanus' hand for comfort, calm your nerves and wobbly legs. He made sure you were right by his side. He felt an urgency to protect you, but he couldn't tell if it was recent or if he's felt this since he first saw your face.  

When the rebel bomb landed and exploded the top of the arena, rubble falling on tributes, mentors, and peacekeepers alike, Sejanus held you close to him. Shielding your eyes from the thick dust that covered the arena. People's screams fill your ears and you freeze up, unable to move. When Sejanus heard that the gates were open, he tried to urge you to move, but you wouldn't budge. At that moment he didn't care about saving himself, he picked your much lighter body up and ran towards the exit.  

Once you were safely out of the crumbling arena, he set you on the ground, asking if you were okay. You nod your head, your words getting stuck in your throat. A few seconds later, peacekeepers dragged you two apart. 

You stood on your red circle, looking at the other tributes. Some of them you could become friends with if under different circumstances. You imagined yourself going to one of Lucy Gray's performances, just like she described for you, dancing the night away without a care. You heard Lamina's sniffles, that remind you too much of yourself. Reaper's protectiveness over Dill reminds you of how Sejanus protected you yesterday. And poor Dill, in your mind it was better for her to die a quick death in the arena, than a slow one of tuberculosis. 

When everyone started running towards the pile of weapons, you ran in the opposite direction and hid behind some rocks. You watch as tributes are killed, Lucy Gray and Jessup jump down into what you could assume were underground tunnels, but Coral and her gang her hot on their trail. You take a deep breath as the remaining tributes above ground scatter and hide. You jolt as someone taps on your shoulder, you turn to be met with a girl who looked barely older than you. You remembered her name was Wovey. She takes your hand and leads you to the underground tunnels "We might find a better hiding place down here." 

After days of hiding underground, everyone made their way back to the above. Wovey and you return to your previous hiding spot and watch as Coral and her gang take down Lamina. You watch Dill die and have to stop yourself from screaming when Reaper does. You look up as you see a flying thing place a big container of colour into the arena. You were so busy watching the flying thing that you didn't realize Wovey slipping past you. 

"Is it over? Can we go home now?" She mumbles as she walks across the arena. The only thing you could think about was dragging her back to your hiding place. Not about your promise, not about the other tributes. All you could think about was Wovey.  

"Wovey!" You yell running out from your hiding spot, drawing the attention of the other tributes and the Capitol people. Your heart shatters as the glass does, covering your ally, your friend, in snakes. You didn't have enough time to feel sorrow as the snakes flow like a river in your direction. You try to run away, but one of the snake sinks its fangs into your skin. You scream, doubling over as more snakes attack you. Sejanus was already out of his seat, standing, as soon as you came out of your hiding place. You never stood a chance, you both knew this, but Sejanus felt as if a part of him was being ripped out.  

In the short time you knew Sejanus, you would call him your friend second, and your family first. Despite not being related by blood, you were both from District 2. And that was all the relation you needed. He would gladly, and proudly call you a Plinth. 

Sejanus felt stomach churns as you look up at the camera with tears flowing down your cheeks.  

"I-I'm sorry..."  

Your body drops to the concrete, snakes wrapped around every limb. Sejanus practically runs out of the room. He leans against the wall and takes deep breaths, wiping the tears from his eyes. He slumps down to the ground as he feels the world around him disappear. His eyes felt hazy as the walls of the academy blur together. 

"I'm so, so sorry, little sis. It wasn't your fault, it was never your fault. I should've found a way to get you out, instead of watching you struggle like a coward..." 

"I'm sorry..." 

Star's notes -> I had wayyyy too much fun with this concept (It made me cry)

(Thank you, sweet anon, for requesting!) (Requests are open!)

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Anonymous asked: Ok um your dub con ask right I saw it and um how about gender-neutral chubby reader *cause I am and, and also genderfluid so it'll be good for me if it was gender neutral, if not afab. it's okay if you don't write that chubby reader stuff also!* where simpbur is being teased by them knowing that he's been stalking them (our little greasy simp didn't catch on) and in the middle of night while he's touching in his sleep they grab him by the arm and started to straddle him and degrade him and he may be in shock but he's just like blushing and dying to death and then they have nice steamy night of them ending up together😌.

love the details. did my best. enjoy

trigger warnings: 18+, stalking, unhealthy relationship, somno if you blink, gn reader but yes chubby afab reader. 18+. also degradation, just a bit. listen you're having sex with your stalker, this isn't gonna be healthy and i suggest treading carefully, you know yourself better than anyone. explicit.

Plot Twist (But We All Knew)

It's been two hours and you're still at the local coffee shop. Not... unusual, people do like to use the shop for the free wifi, the obvious coffee part, and the slightly cozy atmosphere. He shifts in his seat, thumbing over the cardboard sleeve and only flickers his eyes off of the laptop once he sees that you're packing your stuff up. You didn't have any projects coming up, nothing from work or school, it didn't make sense why you'd be here but it's nothing he can't figure out. His right hand twitches as he sees you lean over to pick up a dropped wire and your shirt rides up, god, if only he could just- run his fingers over your skin, watch the goosebumps rise and kiss and bite at the stretch marks peeking through- and you're leaving. Waving bye to the barista.

You didn't make plans with any friends, he knows this, so after ten minutes, he packs his things up and leaves too. Without the goodbyes to the person at the counter. He stands outside, the cool breeze blowing through his open jacket as he looks both ways before crossing the street. He has the route of your home memorized, mostly because it had been so close to his. It's like you were just made for him.. Course you didn't seem to acknowledge it. Anytime you saw him, direct eye contact, you never seemed to do more than a brief smile and wave. So casual, so... temporary. He wants the genuine smile you get when you make the little cookies, when you turn the music on in your living room and dance a little to get your limbs moving before cleaning. He wants the smile you get when he had texted you goodnight before.

He hops onto the fire escape, climbing up and finding your apartment easy, sitting just below your window. He's tempted to look through it and find you, wave just to see what you'd do. If you would scream and run, if you'd beat his face in. His heart races at the thought of you being so close.

He pulls his phone out of his pocket and huffs as he looks through the cameras he'd installed at your home, seeing you in your pajamas early, the muscle tee and the stripped bottoms. He bites his lip, squeezing his leg as he watches you lean back into your bed and watch the show, your eyes blinking slower and slower till you fall asleep. He gasps, leaning his head back and looks around, fuck, he's late for work. Night shifts aren't typically bad but they are if you're late, and he needs all the money he can get. (Especially after spending so much on the cameras and not on his rent.)

It's a long shift and he's ready to pass out. He barely shrugs his jacket off and sitting on his bed as he tries and fails to take his shoes off. Giving up, he decides to lie down, eyes trained onto the ceiling as his eyes blink slow. He checks your cameras, not finding you in bed but your bathroom light is on, so he's not too worried. You wouldn't leave without him knowing about it. (You had stayed sound asleep, curled into a cute ball while cuddling a pillow. He desperately needs to be that pillow. For science.) He shuts his phone off, leaving it on his chest as his hand snakes underneath his pants. He's too tired to properly get off but it helps relax him further, imagining his hands as yours as he rubs underneath the head and pleasure shivers through his spine. What he'd give to have you on top of him... his hand comes out of his jeans and just rest on his thigh as he sighs one last time.

He slips underneath the sweet blanket of sleep, enjoying the same dream he's had every night since he first met you. One where he busts in, takes your blanket off of you and starts fucking your mouth or your thighs, anything, you'd be his though. You'd tell him through tears to stop but then would beg for him to keep going. It would bring him so close and in the end, he'd wake up, hard and unable to think until he got off.

This time, it felt warmer, a weight settled on his lap and friction against his dick made him shiver. And in the middle of his dream, he became acutely aware of the fact it was a dream but something was definitely happening to him while he was asleep. The weight on his lap rocks, and then- tingles ride his spine, pleasure and he can feel his mouth opening, sighs and whines in the air while there's a cold breeze on him. His eyes open when he feels warm area around his cock until something wraps around his head, fingers tracing up and down his shaft. A moan shudders through him as the scene process quickly.

It's you, you're straddling his lap, having moved him further up on the bed with his cock out of his pants and your lips wrapped around the tip. He cries out when you pull it out and just barely licks from his balls to the tip, making the effort to put as much of him into your mouth before you gag. He says your name, whimpers it out, he's wanted this for so long but- he could've sworn, you never left your apartment, not that he saw. You shush him, a wicked grin on your face as you press a kiss to the head, swirling your tongue around him and giving his cock a proper suck. One of his hands reaches up to touch your head but you just use your hand to press his wrist to the bed. You pull off of him, spit and his pre smeared over your lips. "Did you really think you could put cameras into my house and I wouldn't notice?" His mouth dropped open in shock and he was quick to say something in return when your hand squeezes around him as you lean forward, clicking your tongue.

"I didn't say you could speak.. especially after following me everywhere, and those cameras, and don't think I didn't miss the underwear missing from my drawers." His eyes widen and your smile widens into a grin. "Yeah, forgot about that, didn't you? Did you also forget you were wearing them too?" He didn't have to look down to know the answer. Yes, he stole your underwear and yes he wore them. He couldn't help himself. He loved feeling closer to you in any way he could.

And- and you're actually here. Actually on him and stroking his cock and smiling down at him and calling him a creep, a stalker. It all felt so good- he wanted to pin you down and fuck you till you wouldn't even be able to move but god- his legs feel like jello and he'd let you do anything to him.

"-can't even listen to me when I talk, can you?" You breathe out laughing, smacking his cheeks a little as you lean closer, pressing your plush chest against his and smear his wet cock against your thighs. "You're so fucking pathetic, I didn't even touch you for five minutes and you're already spacing out." You push his face away before moving to get off him, pressing a finger to his chest to keep him lying down. "I didn't say you could move either. God you're dense." He whines when he sees you slide your shorts off, only moving onto his lap after you're stripped completely, giving him the show of your thighs exposed.

"Wanna be good for me?" You ask, stroking his cock again while leaning on his chest, nose to nose while he gasps— you're so close, so warm, so soft, god you smell so good, you feel so so good, he'd do anything you want please just let him kiss you, fuck you, anything. He nods, a whine being pulled out of his throat when you lean close enough just to graze your lips against his before pulling away to sink down onto his cock. His head spins as you coo, sinking completely down and rolling your hips. "I already prepped myself at home, but you didn't see that, did you?" He definitely missed that. How much did he miss?

"Hm... while I have you here," you say, lifting yourself up before sinking down again. The soft, wet heat of your cunt surrounds his senses and he can't think, can't speak, can only mumble words that sound suspiciously like your name. "You're not exactly slick. I know you've been stalking me since June. The cameras since the beginning. I only found out about the underwear right now but I knew they were gone." You roll your hips, moaning out his name, his actual name. "Fuck, Wilbur, couldn't you just ask me out like a normal person? Now we both look weird. With you in my underwear and me breaking into your house after you broke into mine... jesus fucking christ," and he sobs into the air when you start bouncing.

"Don't think it's going to go back the way it was before. You're mine now, got it?" You bounce faster, your voice coming out breathier as you moan between your words. He knows at some point he starts begging but then your hand covers his mouth and you groan into the air. "You'll come when I tell you too, okay?" And he nods, fuck, fuck, you're so warm, so hot, he wants to touch you so bad but he can't- fuck, he squeezes his eyes, trying and trying to hold back the orgasm, doing all he can to hold it back.

You slam down and you shiver, moaning his name into the air, and you squeeze your walls around him and he's sobbing. Pleading and begging to come. It makes you squeeze harder. He needs to, please, fuck just let him please— "go on then, come, come inside me, come inside like a dirty fucking whore." The feeling barrels him over, spilling his come inside of you while you rock your hips, and it quickly crosses into pain instead of pleasure when you start bouncing again. "You gotta make it up to me for all that stalking you did, all those cameras? You're mine, my little toy to use whenever I want."

Hours later, when you're satisfied and you've cleaned the two of you up, you made him promise to take the cameras down and to properly take you on a date. (And upon the admission he went broke for those cameras, you smacked him and planned to edge him the next time you would have sex.)

And hours past that, when you are tucked into his side and his arms are wrapped around your soft tummy, he nudges his nose against your neck, breathing the scent of your skin in. With you deep asleep, he tugs you closer into his chest, arms wrapped tighter. Your ass in his crotch and he can only moan into your neck. You'll be the death of him... but you're his. And even better, he's yours. His heart skips a beat.

[shadedsaint]

You can't just casually have such a cool plot for a book in your writeblr bio and expect me not to want to know everything about it right now

She does want to murder people, but mainly as a way to stay in power. Her school pits the top twenty students against each other in a battle to death which does include different types of exams. You want magic? You have to earn your right to it. Also does want to avenge her older sister in the meantime.

But her best friend is a prophet, more specifically an oracle. You are born with genes for magic but they stay dormant till "activated" in the Nether Astrium. prophets especially are chosen by certain gods over familial generations, thus it can easily make you can outcast as a prophet if you are chosen by a different god either still a oracle or switching to a seer or a clairvoyant. There's no requirement for gods choosing you even if you don't worship them.

[witchl0ve]

LOBSTER

PAIRING- MIKEYXAFABREADER

MDNI!!

WARNINGS- NONCON, POSSIBLY CHARACTER DEATH, MENTIONS GUNPLAY, SMUT, BLOWJOBS, P IN V, MIKEY CALLS READER SLUT + WHORE. (LET ME KNOW IF I MISSED ANYTHING!!)

NOTES- NOT PROOF READ!

WORD COUNT-1.2K

“SHE ONLY LOVES ME FOR MY POOL!”

If there was one thing that you had wrapped around your finger, it was Mikey. A little begging and a nice please would get you anything you wanted, sometimes you would have to get down on your knees for a little extra persuasion. But both Mikey and you knew that he could never say no to you, and that’s why he had to get rid of you.

Everyone in Bonten knew that his one weakness was you, casually even Sanzu would point out how much money his god was spending on you. Mikey partly knew that it was due to the fact that Sanzu had a big hard-on for both you and Mikey, and was definitely jealous.

But Mikey never cared, till now. He saw you hanging out with one of the old members of his gang Toman. Seeing you smiling at the darked hair fanged boy. Your lips tilting up as he moved a strand of hair out of your face. Something that only Mikey should be able to do, since you were his.

“So boss what are you gonna do with her.” The pink haired man said was curling his scarred lips upwards.

“Kill her.” This one comment made even Rindou’s head turn and look at his boss in shock. Sure you were needy, but he didn’t have to end your life.

“Couldn’t even think about handing her to one of your men?” The tall skinny man also known as Ran said, before smirking his lips.

“No, she knows too much and it has to be done.”

That’s how you ended up here, in a house that definitely did not belong to your boyfriend. you could question it or just go along and have fun and of course you picked the latter.

Unlike you Mikey was fully dressed, and looked like he had no care or want to get into the pool with you, and it didn’t even seem your pouty face could change that.

“Please Mikey, it’s no fun without you.” Sighing he got undressed and got in the pool with you.

“You happy now brat.” Mikey said his face turning sour.

In all the years you’ve been with Mikey, even before the man had started Bonten, he never called you a mean name outside of sex. Your eyes starting to water at the thought of Mikey being mean to you.

Mikey looked down at you, moving his feet to hang over the edge of the pool. You moved yourself so you could lay your head down on his legs, peppering little kisses on the inside of his thigh.

“I love you, Manjiro.” He loved when you said his actual name, he loved it so much. He loved it so much he actually thought about stopping, not finishing the task he has set himself off on. “Take your boxers off, please.”

He stopped for a moment, thinking about how he might go about this. Sure, he thought about how he could wrap his hands around your pretty little neck, or he could even grab the gun that was in its hostler underneath the little pile of clothes he took off. But at that moment he could only look at you in awe, you were so pretty.

He had thought that since he first met you, claiming on how Mikey should let you into his gang, Toman. Your best friend Baji, who told you all about his gang only laughed. Mikey just shrugged his shoulders and agreed. But how it hurt him everytime he saw your face bloodied, cut, bruised, and even the time one of a member of moebius put out a cigarette with your face.

He thought about how much he just wanted to be with you, how in the future he wanted to wake up with you by his side. How in the future he wanted to marry you, and most of all how pretty you would be underneath him.

You gave the silver haired man a little smirk before moving your hand upwards, but he never reacted. Not even for one second did he look you in the eyes, or even give you a little nod, he was finally acting like the man every else knew.

“Mikey, baby.” He turned to his head to the side, almost as if he was refusing to look at you. “I want you please.”

Without speaking the man grabbed your hair forcing you to look him in the eyes, scoffing at the pathetic pout you wore on your face.

“You’re such a whore aren’t you, what do you want a new dress, some new jewelry, some fucking lingerie?” He moved his hand off of your hair and onto your cheek. “You know how many of my men want you, when I told them I wanted to kill you, one of them begged I handed you off to him.”

“You’re wanting to kill me, Mikey.” He only looked at you deadpanned, his thumb carefully rubbing the side of your face. “But, i’ve done everything you wanted!”

“No complaining, do your job. You begged for this.”

You did as he said, moving your right hand to the base of his cock. Normally you’d be drooling in excitement, the way it was pick at the tip and could hit you in all the right places. But now all you could do was cry, tears falling out of your eyes as he threatened you, although he didn’t say anything. You knew what was going to happen.

You swallowed, moving your hand up and down. Something you’ve done so many times before, but even that one time he had a gun to your head, wasn’t the same as this. He was serious this time and you knew it.

“Open your fucking mouth, slut. “ Opening your mouth and flattening your tongue, he slipped it in your mouth.

He grabbed your head, pushing it down on his cock. His pubic hair ticking at your nose, the back of your throat searing in pain as he moved your head up and down. Each time he did it, it got more and more rough.

“I’m going to fucking cum, and you’re gonna swallow it ok?” You hummed against him, and he surely took his hands off of your head, his digits now caressing your shoulder.

A white sticky liquid covered the inside of your mouth, as he pulled out of your mouth.

“Swallow it and get out of the pool.”

You did as he said, swallowing the hot semen in your mouth and propelling yourself out of his (maybe not his) pool.

He laid you down on the concrete next to the pool, his hands making quick work of the bikini bottoms you wore, tearing them off of your body.

“If you behave maybe I won’t kill you.” That’s all you heard before the man plunged himself into you.

He never even waited for you to adjust to his size, something he’s always done. All you could do was cry, the sting you felt was worse than anything.

He just kept trusting over and over again, but for some reason your walls just keep clenching him. It broke him.

It broke him the way you came around his cock, and the way milked his. But it had to be done.

“Let’s get back in ok?” He said his voice softened, and you smiled.

You pushed yourself back into the pool, the water hitting your bare cilt.

But he pushed you under the water, no matter how much you had struggled you couldn’t do anything.

“SO I DROWNED HER IN IT!”

[stoney053]

“It’s canon, you can’t fight it.”

- Miguel x Spiderwoman! reader

- Warnings: None really? Angst, fluffy, death, some spoilers but not really, Miguel is so fine.

Summary!

Y/n has to witness the worst canon event as a spiderman. Miguel gets soft for her and comforts her pretty much.

- Authors note!

This is my first time posting any of my work! Its pretty short, fast, and cute heehe. Feel free to like/share it means a lot 🫶🏻. Hope you enjoy!!

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“Shit.” Y/n whispered to herself looking at her phone mid swing, seeing all the texts from her Dad made her head hurt before even hearing him. She frantically swung home preparing herself for the lecture she was about to endure. As soon as she got through the window she threw on sweats and a hoodie to conceal her spider-suit. She swung around the building with her mask still concealing her identity. After sneakily entering her apartment through the front door she was met by the wall of raft standing infront of her. “I know, I’m sorry. I just lost track of time..” She gently said as nicely as she was capable of.

“You’re grounded. A month.” Her dad spoke sternly with authority in his voice. Probably not the best thing about having a cop for a dad.. Y/n couldn’t protest the punishment, but she could work around it. She nodded and walked to her bedroom, an expression of defeat plastered on her face trying to show some type of guilt to her dad. Unfortunately, she couldn’t stay trapped in her room for a month even if she wanted too. Yet alone a whole day.

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The next night consisted of fighting an ancient villain from some other dimension. It was stronger than her and the constant hollering from the NYPD was not helping. She attempted to web the creature, and attacking him while he was off guard. It wasn’t enough though. Then a familiar voice threw her off completely, one she hadn’t heard in years. Y/n lost all attention in the creature as she searched for the source, but couldn’t find it. The search was interrupted by the villain shooting stone blades at her. She dogged the hits nearly in time as she watched them collide with webs? The webs were followed by an exhausted looking Peter B. Parker. “Hey, kid. Been a while” He greeted her with a smile and open arms. She ran into his arms she almost knocked him over. The hug was cut short by the monster coming to attack the pair. They quickly took him down and Peter put him in some sort of red cage that made him stop glitching and trapped him.

After Peter explained everything to Y/n she was confused, but excited knowing that there were so many more people just like her. “You have to take me with you, please! That sounds amazing!” She exclaimed, practically begging him. He sighed with a half smile. How can one trip for the kid hurt? Peter thought to himself. Sure Miguel might flip his shit but he’ll get over it.

“Oh God I’m gonna be sick” She groaned holding her stomach as she stepped out the portal into a huge dark room with a floating platform. A tall man leaned over the side already looking furious. She met his eyes and immediately stopped feeling nauseous, she was to consumed by the fear caused by the intimidating man above her.

Peter broke the silence first. “Oh Miguel! I brought a friend back… This is Y/n, you know the spider woman I’ve told you about” He tried to sound casual even though anyone could hear the regret and nervousness in his voice. All Miguel did was raise an eyebrow and look back at her. He was already at their level and he stepped closer to her, his face a bit calm now. Peter looked at him dumbfounded, why wasn’t he furious?

He held his stare on her till he was about two feet away from her then he finally spoke. “You aren’t supposed to take anyone here without my permission. No exceptions.” His gaze shifted to Peter, she sighed in relief when his eyes left hers, he was beautiful but God. If looks could kill she would’ve dropped. The conversation between the two Spidermen arguing over her presence carried on. All she could do was watch. She wasn’t even listening just observing Miguel. He looked like a God, she had to hold back as hard as she could from whispering “gyatt” to herself.

Now they were both staring at her while she had her eyes glued on his biceps. Once she realized a few seconds later she looked at Peter as she spoke. “I can just leave it’s no big deal, I don’t want to create any problems” She glanced between the two and Miguel let out a sigh. There was something about her that flipped something in him. Miguel couldn’t figure out if it was the innocence radiating off of her or her whole demeanor.

“Fine. Only today and she better not show up here again.” He finished his statement with that serious expression, almost inches away from Peters face like a scolding father. Peters face lit up and thanked him with a pat on the shoulder. Miguel walked up to Y/n and took her wrist into his hand before placing the wristband on her to prevent her from glitching in the foreign universe.

She smiled looking up at him and watched as he put the band on her. “Thank you so much! You won’t regret it promise!” She followed quickly behind Peter as they left Miguels office both of them gleaming with excitement. Peter couldn’t wait to show his old friend around. While Miguel couldn’t take his eyes off of the security cameras, watching her every move.

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Once Y/n was back in her dimension she went home and acted as if she had been there all day. Having two parents that work all day made it a lot easier. Her dad should’ve been home by now though. Then almost on cue she heard sirens going past her apartment and a tingle went through her body. Something was wrong, very wrong. She put her suit on and took off out the window following the police cars. A gasp left her mouth as she watched a building beginning to collapse with her father standing directly below it. She swung faster than ever to her dad, then she was hit by something. Miguel. He grabbed her and swung away from the scene. “What are you doing!? I have to get my dad!” She screamed at him trying to get out of his grip. “Miguel let me go!” She continued to yell and hit his chest, tears now streaming down her face beneath her mask. She wasn’t going to make it to him.

He held her against himself not budging. “You can’t save him! You’re putting this whole world at risk!” She didn’t care. His words meant nothing. She kept trying to get away, never taking her eyes off her father. “It’s a canon event if you interfere you could kill everyone.” His voice was ignored. She finally got out of his grip and lunged to her father as the building collapsed on top of him and a few other officers. It was too late. Her crying never stopped as she dug through the debris. She begged and yelled for him but got to him too late. Once she had her father in her arms she sobbed watching as he took his final breath.

Y/n hugged him tightly sobbing against the top of his head. “Dad please.. W-We need you.” She begged through her sobs holding him for the last time before he was taken away by the paramedics. A warm hand was pressed onto her shoulder, startling her slightly. She looked up and met eyes with Miguel. Her sadness was taken over by the rage she felt for him. “You! This is your fault! I could’ve saved him!” She yelled as she stood up and hit his chest. “My dad is dead because of you!” Every word was met with a fist to his chest. He sighed taking every hit, letting her scream at him.

Once she had stopped yelling he attempted to comfort her. He knew she was furious but couldn’t leave her like that. Her body was engulfed in a hug against his chest. She didn’t move, she just cried against him. They had to leave though, he swung away holding her in his firm grasp. “I’m so sorry, cariño. It had to happen.. I’ll explain when we get back” His voice was soft as he set her down on the top of the building he landed on. Her sobs had settled slightly and she held onto him tightly. The only response he got was a small nod. She barely comprehended what he said just knew she needed his explanation about why she had to let her father die.

Miguel threw down a portal and stepped in still holding her. When they arrived at Nueva York they were met with Peter who had been waiting since Miguel left. Once Y/n caught sight of him she hugged him tightly after leaving Miguels arms. She didn’t know how to feel. All she could feel was guilt and rage. If she was capable of it she would kill Miguel right now. Her father was dead because of him. The more these thoughts flooded her head the more furious she grew. She pulled herself out of Peters grasp and faced Miguel, she stared into his slender eyes that looked somewhat sympathetic. “Why would you stop me.. why did you let him die!?” Her words would switch between the saddened and fury. She did her best to hold her tears back but couldn’t hold them very long.

A long sigh was all that left his mouth, his hand flying up to hold his head almost preparing himself for his speech. “It had to happen. It’s part of every spiders story, you couldn’t save him because it would’ve destroyed your entire Earth.” He explained as calmly as he could. “We all had to lose someone..” His words continued as the holograms of many spidermen holding a loved one flashed infront of her view. She observed the scenes playing as confusion washed over her.

Her gaze went back to Miguel, slightly calmer. “Why? Why can’t we stop it? How do you know that would’ve happened?!” The calmness washed away as she flooded him with questions. He didn’t respond, he only played a video of himself with a little girl.

He explained what he had done, how he tried to fight the canon event. She listened intently, the most focused she had been in hours. “Theres no way to stop it. You almost destroyed your world thats why I came. It was either him or billions of people..” She nodded slowly with a few tears streaming down her face. “I wouldn’t have done it if there were no consequences. But I can’t allow you to stop a canon event.” He spoke softly but sternly. As if he was trying to comfort her but still have his authority over her known.

“I understand..” She said barely above a whisper as she looked down away from him. “Why did you take me back here though?” She asked confused. She wasn’t supposed to come back here she thought. Her emotions were finally somewhat under control at the moment.

His eyes never left hers, he wanted to hold her so bad. He knew how hurt she was and he knew that so much of her anger was directed to him. “Because.. We needed to make sure you’re okay” He needed to. He needed to know that he was close to her during this. Of course he couldn’t tell her that, not yet at least. Miguel slowly made his way closer to her and softly placed his hand on her cheek. “If you need anything I’m here.. All you have to do is call me and I’m there.” She nodded as a small tear fell down her face. He wiped away her tear and removed his hand. Peter then took her to her temporary room which only a few rooms away from Miguel. He wanted her as close as possible to him at all times. He needed to be near her, to make sure she was safe and he was there if she needed him.

Once Peter left the room she broke down, she silently sobbed into her pillow. She wished she could’ve saved him but knew it was the only correct choice. Her sobs only got worse, hyperventilating into the blanket trying to muffle her yells. The watch Miguel had given her sent him her vitals due to them being so out of control. He quickly left his room and rushed down the hall to hers. Miguel softly knocked on her door and tried hearing through the door. “Y/n? Can I come in?” He received no response, he could only hear the faint muffled cries. Obviously he wasn’t getting an answer so he opened the door slowly and walked in, closing it behind him. “Hey..” He said quietly as he carefully put his hand on her shoulder. He didn’t want to startle her but wasn’t sure what to do in general. Miguel was never like this, he had no idea why he was acting the way he was. Y/n tried her best to stop crying as she slowly looked up at him. Feeling his touch alone helped calm her down a little. He had no idea what to do now, till she broke down again. “Oh no, y/n.. I’m sorry” He sat beside her on the edge of the bed rubbing her back trying to calm her down. Once her sobs started to slow down he gently pulled her into his embrace. She wrapped her arms around his waist and nearly going limb against his chest. He held her like that, comforting her to his best abilities. Eventually her sobs turned into quiet sniffles getting softer and softer. She felt safe with Miguel, like nothing bad could happen while they were like this.

Y/n slowly looked up at Miguel, her eyes red and puffy from crying so much. “Thank you so much for staying..” She moved her hand up to his face and moved a few stray hairs away from his face and rested her hand on his cheek. She stared at him probably longer than she should have, but couldn’t stop admiring every feature. Her eyes wondered on his lips the longest, they looked so soft and plump, perfect even.

Her thoughts were rudely interrupted by the slight smirk that was displayed on his lips. “I told you I’m always here hermosa” His large hand kept moving up and down her back, never looking away from her face. He thought she was gorgeous but knew she would be dangerous for him, he didn’t care about that though. Slowly he leaned down and pressed his forehead against hers, closing his eyes. Miguel felt at peace for the first time in years. He let out a long sigh of relief as he pulled her closer against him, practically on his lap.

She smiled hearing his words as she wrapped her arms around his neck. She needed to be close to him. He made her feel so safe and warm. She closed her eyes starting to doze off, till she felt a warm pressure on her lips. It took her a second but quickly realized Miguel had just kissed her.. She kissed back as soon as the realization hit her. Her hand immediately moving to hold his cheek while he hesitantly pulled away. Both of them were met with the other smiling. They both showed genuine happiness for the first time in a long time for both of them. After that, Miguel knew she wasn’t leaving anytime soon.

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Thank you sm for reading!!!! 🫶🏻🫶🏻

[prettybrownelf]

Unholy Blood

Non MLM/NBLM DNI

Prologue

Pairings- Vampire! Eddie Munson x Vampire Hunter! Male! Reader

Summary- Vampire attacks are ripping the kingdom apart, the king has no choice but to meet with his best hunters and devise a plan, but this plan is certainly not what you had in mind

Word Count- 1384

Content Warnings- Mentions of Blood, Mentions of Death

(Chapter 1)

You've never seen the king look so defeated.

His head hangs low as the moonlight outside shines through the open windows. The way he rubs his hands together is a telltale sign of his nerves as he finally allows his eyes to be shown. 

“This cannot continue.” 

The tension in the room is suffocating you, the heavy armor tied to your body doing nothing to help. “Sixteen attacks. Sixteen attacks in only two weeks!” The rising voice of the king makes you flinch as he stops himself from banging his hand on the table. “We have lost too many warriors, too many civilians, too many children. We cannot allow this to continue.” Robin's voice creaks into the king's silence, rubbing the blood-stained bandage on her neck. 

“I was just attacked this week. They're getting crafty like they have a spy on the inside so they know our every move.” Steve shifts in his seat, wiping at his tired eyes. 

“No matter what we do, we all know there's going to be a war. These things won't go down without a fight.” You nod lightly to him as your eyes trail back to the king. “What are we going to do sire? Those creatures are going to pick us off one by one till they know we’re too weak to fight them.” He's quiet for a moment, running a pale hand through his dark blonde curls as he looks around at the three of you. “You three are the best soldiers in my army, what ideas do you have?” 

Steve smirks in the pale glow of the moon as he leans back in his chair. “Why don't we get a head start? Spark the war before they know it's happening. We’ll have the upper hand in it! We can wean them out and take them while they're distracted.” You smile slightly at his enthusiasm, but bite your tongue despite the thought you have. ‘These things are quicker, rougher, and seemingly smarter than us. We’ll be dead before we reach the forest.” Robin chuckles lightly as she looks over at her enthusiastic best friend. “Always the brute, aren't ya Stevie?” Steve rolls his eyes and crosses his arms, taking the question to her. “And what would you have us do?”

“Why don't we play their game? Start luring a few vampires to the edge of the forest and kill them. At some point, they’ll get the message.” That sounds like a good idea to you, doing the same thing they're doing to your people. ‘But would that be enough to get them to kneel? Probably not.’ Steve scoffs at her as he looks at the king. “Lure them out? They’ll catch on to what we’re doing before we even start.” The king rolls his eyes as the two of them bicker back and forth as his gaze travels to you. “And what do you think we should do (Y/n)?” 

Words leave you for a moment before you're able to get your thoughts out. “These things only respond to brute force. As stupid as it is, I think we should go with Steve's idea.” Steve gives a sneaky wink to you as he sticks his tongue out at Robin. 

Robin suddenly jumps out of her seat, making the three of you jump. “What if we faked them out? Gave them a fake peace treaty, befriended them, and then hit them when they were not looking!” Steve stands next to her and pats her shoulder. “As great of an idea as that is, they're not going to just casually be friends with us after years of killing us.” 

“What if we didn't befriend them?” The king speaks up, making all of you snap your eyes at him. “Instead of befriending them, what if we gave them an offer of peace, and while we fake our way through peace talks, we have someone on the inside getting close to one of the royals?” Robin's eyes go wide as her voice gets low. “You mean, seduction?” The king nods. “It would be the best way to get one of them to trust one of us completely.” 

The room is silent as the three of you try to process the information you're being given. ‘Seduction? How the hell is one of us supposed to seduce a fucking vampire?’ The king clears his throat as he speaks up, eyes going directly to you. “(Y/n), I believe you should be the one to do it.” 

Your eyes go wide as you jump to your feet. “My Lord! You don't really expect me to seduce one of those creatures!” The king gives a knowing sigh as he raises his hand to you. “I understand how intense this is to hear, but not only are you a strong warrior but you're our go-to for stealth and manipulation. No one could pull this off but you.” Your mind spins in a thousand directions as you feel your heartbeat get faster. “Why would they trust me? I hate vampires just as much, I'm a known hunter!” “You don't have to be nice at first, you must simply lure them in, act as though you began to have feelings, just enough so we can capture them and hold them here as a hostage. The vampire king will listen if we have one of his ‘children’.” 

Your heart is racing as you look to Robin and Steve, to no avail. “You would do very well at this.” Robin whispers, giving you a small smile in an attempt to comfort you. “I'm not asking (Y/n).” The king says, the harshness in his voice stopping your pleas. 

The king stands, his harsh features captured in the light of the stars. “Go to your homes, relax for the night. I'll have Nancy look up vampire traditions and possibly past peace treaties they've had for the letter.” 

You're silent as you leave, desperately trying to get your heart to stop pounding as a hand finds your shoulder. 

“Hey,” Steve says, a familiar warmness entering your body. “Are you alright?” 

“Yeah, I'm alright. It's just a big mission.” Steve nods knowingly as he begins walking beside you. “Did you maybe want to have the night together?” A chuckle leaves you as you look at the stone pathway. “You think now is the time for us to have sex?” He sheepishly rubs the back of his neck as he talks. “I mean, you may have to be flirting with a vampire soon so I just thought-.” 

The engulfing sound of screams forcefully enters your ears as you see guards scramble ahead of you. You and Steve take off towards the sound before you even know what you're doing. Townspeople run in the opposite direction as you as you finally stop in your tracks at the gates opening to the forest. Two vampires lay dead on the ground, arrows littering their bodies as black blood spilled around them. 

“What the hell happened?” Steve yells to one of the guards. 

“Fucking vampires, came out of nowhere!” 

Annoyed, you shake your head and leave out of the gate. “Where are you going?” Steve yells behind you. “To get drunk and sleep!” You scream back, unsheathing your daggers as you quicken your pace toward your small cottage. 

When you offered to live on the outskirts of the kingdom you knew the risks. You'd had vampires attempt to attack you almost all the time when you first moved in, but luckily, they learned you don't die quickly. 

The warm air of your house soothes you as you immediately start taking your armor off, leaving it on the ground as you make your way to the kitchen. The pretty bottle of wine sitting on the counter screams your name as you uncork it with your teeth, taking large gulps as you make your way upstairs. Throwing the curtain at the top of the stairs aside you walk into your bedroom, flopping onto your large round bed. The large, circular window behind the bed shines moonlight into your room as you down half the bottle. 

Your eyes grow more tired every second as you lay down, deciding against changing your clothes as you simply slide your trousers and socks off, curling up the blankets as you lull yourself to sleep.

[ratsoh-writes]

Stranger approaches the skeles (let's say its at the farmers market or a livestock expo, etc) and says they're being stalked:

For all the Farm boys: FT, FF, FS and HF

Here’s the original prompts if anyone is curious!

Peaches: he quickly leads you to his family stall doing his best not to look like he’s on to the stalker. He fails miserably cause this guy can’t act, but hey, now you’re surrounded by people who are cool letting you hang around as long as you need for the stalker to go away!

Rancher: is there a pond anywhere near? Instead of rancher pretending to know you, he just has you point your stalker out. And he casually throws them into a pond after yelling to not harass people. Rancher has a reputation in Goldenvalley for his street justice so any locals are automatically on his side lol

Cider: it’s honestly surprising how fast he eases into his fake role of your date. When you ask him to pretend he knows you, cider puts on an easy smile and replies saying he’s so glad to see you again. You’re lead to a mobile bar and given a (non alcoholic) drink to sip on while you two “catch up”. If the stalker has the balls to sit at the bar too, cider says some bartender code to another worker who tells them they can’t serve them.

Barley: he can do you one better darling~ barley grabs a large mug of beer, and instead goes up to the stalker. He sways as he walks sloshing the beer around, and “accidentally” spills it all over the stalker. Then he pretends to drunkenly apologize and flirt, just being a general nuisance so you have a good distraction to slip away.

Ram: he’s another very good actor. He seems to do a decent job pretending he’s an old friend of yours. You guys walk around the animals for sale, leading the stalker in circles so Ram is convinced their following you. If they persist, he has you run behind a pie stall while he decides to confront them head on. It’s been a while since Ram has had a proper fight~

Pitch: he hisses when you grab his arm. You are a stranger after all. But if you persist and explain your problem, pitch just points you towards rancher and peaches stall, then stalks right up to the stalker and yells at them to leave you alone. He’s not playing friends.

Moose: he puts a large arm around your waist and leans down like he’s whispering something, but really he’s just asking you to point out who’s following you. When moose sees them, he dutifully walks with you, his arm still around you, and lets you chatter away as he occasionally gives the stalker his best death glare. Moose is a big strong looking monster, so it’s a pretty damn good glare too. No doubt the stalker has run off by now

Maple: there’s not a single subtle bone in his body sadly. When you say you’re being followed, he does a full body turn and in his usual volume is all “WHOS STALKING YOU??”. Well the stalker definitely knows you’re onto them now lol. Maple will also loudly agree to protect you till they leave and cheerfully (and still loudly) offers to get his chainsaw out of his truck if it makes you feel safer. The stalker wisely leaves after hearing that.

[endlesstwanted]

Winter Wonderland Bingo masterpost

Winter is over and so is @seasonaldelightsbingo’s winter wonderland!

I got two cards and managed to fill fourteen squares, mostly in MCU fandoms but also for other Marvel projects, two series and a crossover with two of my fav European films. It was a blast, and even though I didn’t get to finish every WIP I started, I’m excited to keep working on them later on. ❄️🩵

All info, ratings and pairings are below the cut and titles are linked to my Ao3. The 3x3 card will come first, the 5x5 last.

We Stayed Halfway

❄️ Being taken care of

Fandom: Captain America Movies Steve Rogers/Brock Rumlow | Explicit | 2,2k words WARNINGS: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Porn Without Plot Summary: After being exposed to an unknown toxin in a SHIELD’s laboratory, Brock and Steve deal with the effects of it in the Captain’s office.

I’m Not Going To Say Goodbye So I Don’t Have To Go

❄️ Peppering kisses all over their face ❄️ Covered in blankets ❄️ Playing with their hair

Fandom: 9-1-1: Lone Star (TV) Carlos Reyes/TK Strand | T | 2,039 words WARNINGS: Post-Episode: s02e12 The Big Heat, Trauma, Angst Summary: After their night gets ruined by a home in flames, Carlos and TK go to the Strand’s house.

Two Trains And Cold Coffee

❄️ Simply enjoying each other's company

Fandom: Deux Moi (2019), Verdens Verste Menneskee (2021) Julie/Mélanie Brunet | Teen | 200 words Summary: A quiet morning with Mélanie and Julie.

Ten Revolutions Around The Sun Later

❄️ Pressing Forehead Together

Fandom: The Avengers Movies Bruce Banner/James Bucky Barnes/Tony Stark | T | 500 words WARNINGS: Flashbacks, Temporary Amnesia, Implied past Torture and s/h Summary: Bucky’s flashbacks are triggered by the snow. Bruce and Tony are there to help him get back to his own self.

Pros and Cons of Being Hawkeye

❄️ “I’ll be with you from dusk till dawn.” ❄️ Unsteady || X Ambassadors

Fandom: Hawkeye (Comics) Clint Barton & Kate Bishop | Teen | Modboard Summary: A moodboard made by endlesstwanted (and Kate - Hawkeye!) Tumblr link

Broken Oath

❄️ “I’m fine.”

Fandom: Black Widow Movie Yelena Belova/Natasha Romanov | Mature | 742 words WARNINGS: Red Room shit, Angst, Implied past non-con (not between the pairing and not in the fic) Summary: Yelena turns fifteen, and Natalia has to prepare her for the real world. At least, according to what the Red Room thinks a woman needs to work with for them to take over the world.

Boyfriend’s Spider-Sense

❄️ The Most Beautiful [insert] That They've Ever Seen

Fandom: Spider-Man: Spider-Verse (Sony Animated Movies) Hobie Brown/Miles Morales | Teen | 683 words Summary: Miles pays Hobie a visit when he feels he’s not feeling alright.

Chasing Some Warmth

❄️ Being the Little Spoon for the First Time

Fandom: The Avengers Movies Bucky Barnes/Clint Barton/Sam Wilson | Explicit | 795 words WARNINGS: Casual Sex, Porn Without Plot, Established Clint/Sam Summary: The nights at Barton’s farm are very cold since the generator broke down. Bucky’s interested in learning what Clint and Sam do in these cases.

I Can’t Like That

❄️ “I’d rather it be me than you.”

Fandom: Chicago Fire Joe Cruz & Brian "Otis" Zvonecek | Teen | 569 words WARNINGS: Hurt No Comfort, Implied Canon Character Death, Episode: s08e01 Sacred Ground Summary: Joe waits, helpless, for his best friend to leave.

The Good Win Over The Bad

❄️ Wishing on a Penny

Fandom: Captain America Movies Bucky Barnes/Steve Rogers | Teen | 100 words Summary: Ten years after graduating from high-school, Bucky reunites with the one that got away from him. At least, if staring at Steve for half an hour counts as a reunion.

Great Things For Kind Hearts

❄️ tis the damn season || Taylor Swift

Fandom: The Avengers Movies Bucky Barnes/Tony Stark | Gen | 100 words Summary: Tony reflects on how his life changed after meeting Bucky.

Someone Like You And Me

❄️ Forced to quit

Fandom: Thor Movies Jane Foster & Sif | Teen | 581 words WARNINGS: Canon Sick Character Summary: In New Asgard’s hospital, Jane reunites with an old friend.

Our Fake Love Story

❄️ Can’t Tell a Soul

Fandom: What If...? (Cartoon 2021) Carol Danvers & Darcy Lewis | Teen | 100 words Summary: Carol shares with Darcy the only thing they can do to stop her wedding with Howard to become legal. Darcy has her doubts.

So Pretty, Hanging

❄️ Hanging from the Ceiling

Fandom: The Falcon and the Winter Soldier (TV) Bucky Barnes/Sharon Carter | Mature | 100 words Summary: When her dom shows up with a new toy to try, Sharon has her reservations. Luckily, she has also thought of something fun to do while being tied up and taken care of.

[kiigan]

@zealctry casually slipped inside Itachi's jacketpocket: a torn piece of paper. it doesn't even have the decency to be a post-it, let alone something nicer, like a card, because that would require some money and none was really spent here. anyway: a piece of paper. it is folded, twice ( they say that if you fold a piece of paper 42 times, it may reach the moon; truth or falsehood? anyway- ). unfolding it reveals some writing, slanted and rather messy, the sort of characters that would make a schoolteacher cry in despair ( are they wasting their time, their life? are they really making a difference? hard to believe when faced with such atrocity ). still, maybe it's legible, between its sharp lines and not so sharp-intent. ballpoint pen, black ink, loosely translated to: +1 favour, whatever. I can even help you hide a body. Happy One-Step-Closer-to-Death Day & all of that. -H. ( as if years were quanta, counting down to your demise. well, anyway- )

ㅤLegend has it that, once, a couple of the band's backstage managers were unlucky enough to walk into the studio and find the scariest of sights: their boss, effectively, standing one inch away/if that much from an allegedly friend's face, the two of them locked in eye contact so intense that, if it was an anime, sparks would be flying. The two of them breathing statues. Worse, nobody ever even knew what in the heck was happening or why - and nobody dared to ask, either. For there are some things best left unknown and to be mentioned in hushed murmurs only.

ㅤAnd there's a look of surprise on his face, as well, when reaching in his pocket to grab the car keys only to be met with a tiny little crumple, instead. Unheard of, because Itachi keeps notes either in his memory or neatly scribbled on pastel-colored post-its [they are cute okay]. A mystery soon to be unmade, however, the moment he unfolds it and takes a good read; bravely resists the urge to dispose of it altogether, jacket and all, all of it tossed into a fire pit because fuck knows who put that in there and where their hands have been.

But- ...oh. It was Hidan. Who else.

ㅤIn the span of a second, the frown of slight OCD-driven panic shifts to a smile of bewildered amusement. A favor? Just like this? So easily? Fun fact, they have actually spoken of have-you-ever-thought-about-murdering-people and what not... offering to hide a body might, therefore, not be completely out of context. Dark humor aside, only one of the unlikely motives that have them bonding and keep coming back for more, it is the fact that Hidan remembered the date that warms his heart. And so the tiny crumple is carefully folded anew, and moved to mark the current day on Itachi's weekly planner till he's home and can find it a better place.

[sgt-scottymoreau]

Cherry on Top

Summary: I don't really have a summary for this one lol This is just how this AU start, how it all it came to be.

Warning: None

Words: 1.3k // AO3 // Masterlist

A/N: Alright, I finally feel like I can post this AU! Remember kids, this is an AU for funsies because why the heck not! Also yes Ghost/Soap is a thing in it, but doesn't happen till later fics. Went into a subtle slow burn with them.

It was the jokes, the brushing hands, the closeness of training; all the small things that both her and Ghost saw coming a mile away. Scotty for being at the center of all and Ghost for his keen eyes. She always swore that Soap was nothing more than a best friend, a very close friend. But Ghost saw how she gravitated around him and how he did the same. He should have been jealous maybe, but he honestly did not mind. If there was any  he trusted enough and would be willing to share her with, it was definitely Soap. 

Fun part was that Soap either decided to ignore what was going on or was completely oblivious. Meanwhile Scotty felt her feelings slowly change to the point she was scared and unsure of everything.

Laying down in bed, staring at the ceiling, she tried to make sense of it. Ghost was on his phone mindlessly reading the news or answering messages. "Simon?" She said in a sheepish voice. He turned his head to look at her. "I… I…" Where to even begin! She was sweating, her heartbeat pumping blood as fast as if she was in a death or life situation. This was even more stressful than her first day with the 141. She fidgeted with the bedsheet, her throat getting tighter at every breath. 

"It's about Soap?" Ghost dropped with his usual unfazed tone. This took her by surprise. She stopped breathing for a second, before her brain worked again after a quick reset. 

"W-what do you mean?" Ghost smiled when hle heard the nervousness in her voice. He gave her the I-know-what-is-going-on look. 

"Only a blind person wouldn't see what is going on… Although that would probably mean most of the base, even Garrick and Price." 

"It's that obvious?" Her cheeks turned hot pink. 

"To the person who knows you the most, yes. So what are you gonna do about it? What do you want to ask?" 

Scotty didn't know if she should take his words as a good or bad thing. This was not the reaction she expected from him. He was acting so casually about it. And that was the thing about Ghost; his calmness was often the scariest emotion. "Simon, I love you ok? That is the thing I want to make clear in the first place. It's you that I love the most and nothing will ever change this. Only death would!"

"I know, love. But you fancy Johnny too, am I right?" Scotty nodded silently, her face burning. Ghost pulled her closer to him. She had her defeated eyes, the ones when she felt like she was about to screw up big time. "Let's give it a shot then."

"Wait what? You… you are ok with this?"

"In any case I know I keep you." He kissed her on the head. "If it was anyone else, I might have no be so open. But we are talking about Soap. You two are complete dorks that would fit well together. To my demise."

She laughed. "Simon, I won't try or do anything unless I'm sure you are ok with this. That's all I need to know, with clear words. If you are not… please let's pretend all of this never happened."

"I'm good. As long as you are happy… and because I know I'll always be your favorite."

The next day, the three of them were at the gym doing their daily routines. Soap was completely unaware of what was coming to him. Mostly because they both kept acting like normal around him. At last from Ghost he did not see a single hint of difference. Ghost didn’t have to be different around him, he was not the one about to confess. Scotty was a master at keeping her feelings in check so she was able to hold it together till now. Soap asked her to help her while he would be doing some sit ups. Nothing out of the ordinary. 

Scotty held his feet down while he pushed himself up. They kept joking around on the first 10 rep, till she felt her throat dry up. His groans every time he would reach the top and the relief of laying back down. As if she needed more reason to fortify her feelings. “Fuck…” Scotty breathed.

Maybe a little too loud. “What’s the matter?” Soap asked, not stopping his exercises. 

“Nothing!” 

“Then why the red face, sweetheart?” He laughed. Soap always used this nickname to tease, it was normal. However, right now, it did not have the same effect. Her embarrassment grew so big, she wondered if someone just turned the heat to max or it was her…. Definitely her obviously. If it was even possible, she would be steaming by now. Her hands had moved unconsciously to his ankles and her fingernails dug into his skin through the socks. “Hey watch it Scotty!” 

Soap yanked one of his legs out as he was back on the ground. He pushed himself back, sitting in a relaxed position. “Are you sure everything is alright?” 

For fuck sake, Scotty was an adult, so why did it felt like she was back to her high school year, incapable to say anything to her crush? Well in retrospect, she didn’t do better with Ghost either. The difference is that with Ghost everything sort of unfolded towards something. With Soap, she had to be direct. She took a deep breath to collect herself. “I love you Johnny.” 

Finally it was out. As expected, Soap looked at her with big eyes taken aback by this. He opened his mouth to say something, but shut it quickly. His head turned to Ghost who was just done with his run on the treadmill. Their eyes caught each other. The sergeant didn’t know if he should run and hoped to not die or… “You what now?” Is all Soap could say. He was at a loss of words. In the corner of his eyes, he noticed Ghost getting dangerously closer.

“You hear me right Soap. I said I love you.” They sat there in the middle of the gym, not saying a word, till Ghost cleared his throat. Soap jumped back. 

“Woah woah, I thought you and Lt were a thing? Did I miss something or what?” Soap panicked. He stood up quickly ready to run at any opportunity.

Scotty pushed herself up. “Yes. We are still very much together, nothing has changed.”

“She just wants to add you to the mess we are.” Ghost grinned under his mask. Soap stared at him. He was good with this? What kind of world was he living in?  

“Is this a joke? Stop shitting me you two.”

“We are not.” Ghost’s tone was calm which made him understand that yes they were deadly serious about this. He gulped. Of course Soap always found Scotty good looking and, if it hadn’t been her choosing Ghost a while ago, he may or may not have tried his chance. Then again, he always thought that some of these feelings were just him really caring about her, like a good friend would. He could turn her down out of respect for both, but that would make things awkward right? Would it be even more awkward than now anyway? Perhaps he could give it a try. If it doesn't work out then so be it. 

Soap grabbed Ghost by a shoulder with a slap. “If he is good with this, sure, let's give it a try. You know I just don’t want to die.”

“I would only kill if you break her heart.” 

“Roger that, lieutenant. Well, better not let Price find this out. Make it look like Scotty is collecting the 141 like medals.” They all laughed.  

"I see it more, Ghost is the sundae, the tasty best part and you are the cherry on top. The little extra that makes everything tastier."

Soap laughed at the comparison while Ghost facepalmed with a groan. "Very smooth, Scotty…" Ghost said.

[roo-ster-brad-shaw]

Desires in the Dark

A dark mafia romance between Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw and female character

Warnings: Themes of torture, death, swearing, rough sex, sex without consent, kidnapping. Fluff and Smut. Suggested for those above 18 years of age.

Note: You can change the description and note of the fem character to match your needs. Most importantly enjoy reading all you filthy people 😉

Chapter 5

A million questions ran through my mind- how did he get my number, how does he know where I live, can I say no. I shakily inhaled a breath as the last question ran through my mind- what should I do now. My head snapped in the direction of the bell ringing. Who the hell could that be? Before I could say anything, Elani jumped off the bed and skipped to open the door.

I grabbed her hand and whispered softly, “Elani, no.” She just quirked an eyebrow at me as she shook my hand off and hurried to open the door. She opened the door just as the delivery guy’s hand rose to ring the bell a second time. Elani’s mouth dropped open as she took in the man in front of her. He was wearing a casual leather jacket and blue shirt. He had auburn hair, almost blond if it was 2 or 3 shades lighter. He had aviator sunglasses hung in his shirt and looked like he had a great figure underneath all those clothes. He had a parcel in his hands, wrapped in brown paper.

“Parcel for Ms. Aditi Sharma?” He answered with a blush on his face. I moved ahead and took the parcel from his hands and turned around to close Elani’s mouth, her jaw was almost dropping on the floor.

(AN: This is the reference image for Jake.)

“Yes, I’m Ms. Sharma. Thank you for the parcel, Mr.?”

“Jake. Jake Seresin. And who’s this gorgeous lady?” He asked while gesturing towards Elani.

“My best friend, Elani Verma.”

“H-hiiiii”, Elani gave him a small finger wave as she hid her mouth behind her other hand. She was badly blushing and she knew it.

Jake blushed and he quickly blurted, “Ms. Sharma, Mr. Bradshaw has requested your presence at the dinner tonight. Since you haven’t responded, shall I convey your denial to him?”

I contemplated for a second. Could I still say no?

“Ma’am, he will not force you if you say no. He is a very respectable man, please do not embarrass him by saying yes for the heck of it. He truly wants you to come if you are genuinely interested.” He said earnestly, trying his best not to look at Elani.

“Of course, Mr. Seresin. I would love to join him for dinner. Please convey my regards to him.”

“Thank you, ma’am. He’ll be delighted to hear your response.” He nodded curtly and gave a small smile to Elani as he left.

Elani broke out of her reverie as she asked me, “What dinner and who is this ‘Mr. Bradshaw’?”

“It’s the stranger from last night. He texted me before Jake arrived.”

“That’s impeccable timing”, she said surprised.

“Hmm”, I hummed in response as I reread the text. Bradley, I like how it sounded. It was just as I had imagined. I already imagined calling him Brad. But I had a feeling I could come up with an even better nickname, I just had to give myself time to get to know him. My imagination went wild as I recalled last night’s fantasy. I fantasized screaming his name in bed as he pleasured me. I blushed slightly as I distracted myself, feeling myself getting wet at just that thought.

“Let’s go have break fast?” I asked Elani, finding a way to keep myself out of my day-dreams.

“Sure”, she said it so absentmindedly that I had to flick her forehead till she listened to me.

“OW! What was that for?”

“Where were you?”

“No where” But I knew exactly where her mind had wandered to. I myself was there a moment ago, with a different person of course. For her, it was Jake.

The rest of my day was pretty normal, except for the fact that I had spent my free time fantasizing about Bradely. It was 5 pm now. I had already bathed and air-dried my hair so that it smelled as good as possible and was as soft as possible. My hair was quite straight due to the smoothening I got done regularly in India, my home-land. I naturally had very curly hair, that became wavy when brushed. But, if left open, they would all stand up and I didn’t like that very much as they then became very hard for me to manage. I really liked my new hair, I even had curtain bangs that framed my face and eventuated its roundness, giving me a more kiddish and chubby appearance. I sorted through my cupboard and found matching red and silver jewellery for my dress. I had opened it and taken a quick peak at it, but I wanted to take it in completely when I wore it while getting ready. I went to change next.

After changing in my bathroom, I looked at myself in the mirror. I sucked in a breath as I took in the gorgeous red dress. The dress was short, for my usual taste, but I looked beautiful in it regardless. It barely reached my knees and had an illusion neckline (a neckline that just hid my breasts out of view with a red sheer fabric that reached up to neck, like a choker). I knew though, that since I was bigger than most girls, if I bent too low or leaned too forward, I could give a nice peak of paradise to Bradely. Along with that it had red sheer sleeves that came up to my wrists. They had glittery details just like the illusion neckline along with cuff like strap at the end, on my wrists. The dress, apart from the sheer parts, was completely red, with glittery fabric. The skirt had some extra material underneath to give it that princess-like poof and it had a waist right under my breasts which flattered my body type. I grinned at myself in the mirror. I was going to impress Bradley in this. His choice had been perfect.

(AN: So for those who couldn't get it, here's a visual representation. Take the colour and glitter of dress 4, add a little bit of the poofy skirt from dress 3, add the sleeves of dress 2 along with a glitter on it's sleeves and the neckline of dress 1. That's the dress.)

I did my make-up really simply with a light coverage foundation and a little bit of blush, light lipstick, heavy kajal and slight silvery eyeshadow. I wasn’t really a pro at it, but I did it just so that it could compliment my dress. I wore my favourite perfume, dangly silver earrings, favourite  sleek black watch, that I wore everywhere, on my right hand and a silver bracelet on my left one. I grabbed a silvery side bag and wore silver heels to compliment the outfit. I stepped out of our shared bedroom and met Elani’s eyes. I twirled in the outfit to get her opinion on the outfit.

“It’s a gorgeous dress but what makes it even more pretty is the woman wearing it.” Elani winked at me.

“Thanks”, I mumbled and smiled at her.

“Now go enjoy your night and let me enjoy mine peacefully.” I could tell that she was upset as she was home alone that night. I wanted to surprise her but I did say anything yet, not while I didn’t know if my surprise could come to fruition.

I heard the doorbell ring. I knew who was waiting for me on the other side, after all it was 7 pm now. I cracked it open just slightly to peak outside where I meet his eyes. I opened it fully ajar now, and took in his tux. He looked handsome. He had combed his hair back. He no longer had his Ray Bans hanging around his neck. He took my breath away. And when I met his eyes again, I could see that I had had the same effect on him. He sucked in a breath as he held his hand out for me to hold. I took it and waved back to Elani with my other one and I shut the door behind me. I pulled him into a hug and smelled his perfume, it was deep, woody and manly. There was a hint of ocean in it which took me back to my childhood summers, many of which were spent on Mumbai beaches.

His hand wrapped around my waist and his head rested on top of mine, smelling my hair. I looked up and he cupped my cheek. I enjoyed feeling the warmth on my cheek and tip-toed up to kiss him deeply. I pulled away and looked into his hazel eyes as he brushed a strand of hair away from my face.

I whispered to him, almost breathless from the encounter, “What have you done to me, Bradley? I would never have done this had I been the Aditi I was before. You have changed me. I don’t wanna be apart from you even though I don’t even know you well. Hell, I don’t even know your last name. What magic have you cast on me?”

“I don’t know, baby girl. But it the same one you’ve cast on me. I can’t seem to stop thinking about you. I want you, and I’ve never wanted anyone so badly. I can’t seem to control myself; I can’t focus; I can’t do anything without imagining how it would be for you to be there and experience it with me.”

I blushed at his response. I could relate to him. I whispered again, “I think we have a dinner to go to”, and smiled at him. I wiped the lipstick off his lips and walked towards the stairs.

Chapter 4

Chapter 6

[dreamerswriter]

Ghost Bride: A Whole New Meaning “Till Death Do Us Part”

I feel called out. Can’t tell if it is a good thing or a bad thing in this case. It is bad, isn’t it? 

Between Idia trying to doxx his dorm mates and Ortho just casually hacking into the school security system, the Shroud brothers are amazing. Also, their parents are just as insane. The robot attack on a school is more extreme than what these two have done. 

So, he left his room for a day... This is beyond hiliarious! I understand that this is terrifying for him, but you left your room for one day and this happened! Also, how did she kidnap him? Did she poke him to freeze him in place? Oh, GG RIP Idia. 

This is exactly how my friends reacted when I informed them that I was dating a man similar to Idia. 

So, Idia met the dating sim requirements? Pfft! Haha! Sorry, but Idia’s just so funny! Also, this means if Idia cleans himself up, he’s handsome, right? How does Vil feel about that? 

Ok, so you two didn’t do anything. Fine. 

Ok, so how did the war general struggle with this?! How bad were we at this?! What?! Lilia’s killed before! Why couldn’t we win?! 

Hey, Azul, how does it feel that my dorm wasn’t taken by you, but by the ghosts? I want to know your response.

So, this scene has more meaning than you would think. One, I doubt Azul did this of his own free will and got something out of it. There’s just no way that he didn’t. Two, his friendship with Riddle is present. Three, Kalim didn’t get help from Jamil, but them. Character development everyone. 

I am sorry, but you kicked out Vil?! Of all people!? No, this isn’t me being a fan, but Vil could’ve helped make the best dresses and outfits! Also, the man is handsome! Look at him! What?! 

How is that a family lounge?! Sure, that makes sense for Rook and Trey, but how?! 

Oh, wow, I thought it would’ve been the garden, but ok. 

Y’all are the worst, but I do share the same reactions. This is both the worst and funniest event that could’ve happened to Idia, and I understand why they’re laughing. I do. 

So, spiral, but how does this work? Idia is the lord of the dead and ruler of the underworld. How do ghosts work?! Another point, I am kind of curious about that since, doesn’t that mean he dies? So, wouldn’t he want to be with Ortho again? You know what I said about this not being Crowley’s fault? I take it back. You suck! You knew this could happen and did nothing!