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Jack Abbot

Dottie (ongoing) 

Andrew 'Pope' Cody

Dating Andrew 'Pope' Cody head canons

Dating Andrew 'Pope' Cody head canons part 2

So Perfect (ongoing)

Clark Kent

Where is Superman? Interview Confession

Sammie Moore

Sweet tea

Jacaerys Velaryon

To Wed Arrangement Betrayal

Nanami Kento

What's happening in Tokyo? What's happening in Tokyo? part 2 What's happening in Tokyo? part 3

Ryomen Sukuna

Reader in Wonderland

Summerween 2026

Masterlist

Ryland Grace

Messages From the Stars

Anime college AU masterlist

Enjin

Slowburn friends to lovers headcanons

Aerion Targaryen

The Dragon and The Direwolf

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Confession

ᢉ𐭩 Jack Abbot x fem black!reader ᢉ𐭩

۶ৎ word count: 1.1k

۶ৎ warning: Age gap (reader is 27, Jack is in his late 40s), blood, discussion of childhood trauma, and medical inaccuracies (I tried my best to get it as accurate as possible)

۶ৎ a/n: Welcome back to those returning, and if you've just found my blog check out chapter one first, then come back. I do not consent for my content to be published on other platforms and such by others. Also, please don't claim my work as your own! <3

11:00 PM 

“Do what?” Jack asks. “Are you leading me on? Are you getting a kick out of this?” You question. He looks at you, “no...I’m not leading you on”. “I know I’m not the best at...this kind of stuff, but these gestures you do for me are nice. And, I don’t want you to think that I’m going to give you something in return for them, because I’m not that kind of woman. Jack, I just- I can give you the money back...I ca-”.  

“Stop just stop,” 

“It’s really no problem but tell me now if you want something in exchange, because I don’t think I’ll be able to take it if you truly want me for some beneficial reason. I can’t take it, I’ve been through a lot of shitty things in my life. No one has ever wanted anything from me without expecting something in exchange.” Your hands tremble in your purse, holding your wallet.  

“Baby, I don’t expect anything from you. I do things for you, because you deserve it. Gosh, you deserve more, you deserve so much. You’re such a bubbly person that people forget you can be sad too.”  

You sniffle feeling tears drop to your shirt. “I am scared,” you admit. “Of what?” He asks. “Allowing myself to depend on someone who is not me,”. 

“You’ve spent a lot of your life worrying about everyone else in your life. Let me care for you...let me love you the way you should be loved,”

You drop the wallet in your purse, and hug Jack. His strong arms wrap around you, allowing you to envelop yourself in his scent. “I want to be loved,” you whisper. He presses a kiss on the crown of your head. “Let me take you home,”. 

He drives you home and walks you to your door. “Thank you, Jack” You say, rubbing his arm. “Of course,” he replies. You don’t feel lonely most times, not fully. Not when you have so many hobbies, but you feel lonely now. After coming to terms with your problems, you feel the mask finally come off. Behind that bubbly personality, positive outlook, and cute print clothing. You were a neglected child who lived in her head, because living in reality was its own nightmare. You stayed with your sister after her baby for nights, sleeping in the hospital bed with her. While her husband stayed up with the baby. You meal prepped for her, and her family. She defended you against your parents when they verbally abused you through your adolescence. She was the loudest at your graduation, and she’s your emergency contact. You two watched your brother be raised the way you wished you were. 

You call your sister with your hand trembling against the phone. “Hello?” Mila asks. “Thank you,” you say; your voice trembles. She doesn’t need to ask why, because she already knows what’s wrong. “Of course honey, keep talking to me,” she walks to her car, and begins driving. “I’ve been living a lie Mila, my feelings are hurt, and I am upset. I’m mad at mom and dad even if I say I’m not. I’m so angry at them, because I was everyone’s mother, but where was mine? Where was our mother, Mila?”. She tries not to speed, but does regardless. In a few minutes, your front opens, and the phone call ends. She walks into your bedroom to find you lying on the bed with tears on your pillow. She climbs into bed with you. “Jack told me he loves me,” you say.  

Mila’s eyebrows raise in shock, “really?”. You nod, then look at her. “What if I’m not meant to be loved Mila?”. She shakes her head, “out of everyone you deserve love, because you give it to everyone. You’re the light at the end of the tunnel. Man I don’t know how you do it.” You laugh at her, and she pulls you closer. “I’m serious honey, I named my daughter after you. That’s how much of a positive impact you have on my life. That’s how much of an impact you have on people. You were the best thing to come from mom and dad,” you laugh at her. She joins you and presses a kiss to your forehead. “That was all you cupcake. You kept me pushing, and were the reason I wanted to become a doctor,” You admit. You hug each other, “I love you”. “I love you too,”.  

10:00 AM 

Mila takes you out for coffee in the morning. “Are you going to talk to Jack?” She asks. “Yeah, he texted me, but I’ve been in my head.” you sip your drink. “Relax, he’s already confessed his feelings for you. This is good for you,”. You nod, and text him back.  

Jack: Hey, I know yesterday was a bit intense. I just want to check up on you. 

You: I know, I’m okay just with my sister. 

Jack: Okay, if you ever need to talk just know I’m here.  

You: I know 

“How’s my junior?” You ask. “Always asking for her auntie,”. You giggle, “I’m off this weekend. I can take her to get ice cream tomorrow.” She gasps, “I love you woman.” You laugh at her, and call Jack when you get home. “Hello?” He asks. “Hey...can we talk?”. “Sure,”.  

“I’m sorry about last night...I was tipsy, and I did mean what I said.” 

“I know, I did too. I meant it when I said I want to be with you, because I do. I want to be with you. You’re sensitive, forgiving, affectionate, and I look forward to seeing you every shift. And, when you’re not there, I’m pissed,” 

You laugh at him, then fall silent. “Be careful, Dr. Abbott people may say you’re in love with me.” 

“If they did, they’d be correct.”  

Your heart melts, and you smile. “Can I take you on a date tonight, beautiful?” He asks. “Yes, I’d love to,”.  You two talk for a bit before you have to get ready for the ren faire. Mel invited all her co-workers to attend. You were the first to agree, because you love dressing up. You decorated a crown, because you’re going as a princess.  

1:00 PM 

You get ready and stare in the mirror, admiring your appearance. At the ren-faire you buy a turkey leg and a spiked lemonade slush. “Sorry, I’m late,” Whittaker says, holding a plate of funnel cake. You all watch the knights battle each other. “So, what happened between you and Abbott?” Javadi asks. “Nothing,” she glares at you, knowing you’re lying. “We confessed our feelings for each other, and now he’s taking me on a date tonight.”. Javadi’s jaw drops, and she covers her mouth to stop herself from screaming. She hugs you, “I’m so happy for you,”. “Enough about me, what about you and Mateo?”. 

“He’s taking me out next weekend,” You gasp, and hold in your scream. “Finally! Congrats,”.  

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What's happening in Tokyo?

٠࣪⭑ Late 90s!jjk au x black!reader

٠࣪⭑ First time reading? Start here → part one

٠࣪⭑ word count: 1.6k

٠࣪⭑ summary: It's right before the school year, and your best friend Shoko offers you a job at the high school she works at. You agree, and become an art teacher, but realize this isn't an ordinary high school. These teenagers are training to be sorcerers, and you already are one.

٠࣪⭑ warning: Blood, violence, and death

٠࣪⭑ a/n: If you are the type to cry easily please have tissues. Because, it gets really sad. I do not consent for my content to be published on other platforms and such by others. Also, please don't claim my work as your own! <3

The day after discovering your power 

You walk alongside your father. “They call me a freak” you say, licking your ice cream. “Ignore them kiddo, they’re lonely and miserable” you look at him in shock. You laugh at his bluntness, continuing to eat your dessert. You see a stranger walking toward you; your eyebrow raises. “Dad you see tha-” you don’t finish your sentence before you’re launched onto the ground. You hold your head and see blood on your fingers. Your vision is blurry, but you see your father fighting someone. You get up, groaning at the ache from your head. You search your bag for your sketchbook and feel someone grab your leg. “Where are you going, pretty?” The voice asks. You scream as it tugs you across the grass.  

You reach your hand into the book quickly, pulling out your weapon. Your blade slices the hand of the cursed spirit. The cursed spirit screams; it rings through the street. She turns her attention to you, who's terrified. She charges toward you, but someone stops her.  It’s your dad; you watch her pull his heart out of his chest. His blood coats your face, and clothes. “Dad!” you yell, you watch his body go limp. Tears flood your eyes, as the woman holds his heart in her hand. “No more daddy” she mocks, giggling at you. Rage fills your body, and your grip tightens on the bo staff. Your hand twirls the weapon, “I’M GOING TO KILL YOU!” The scream hurls from your throat. She runs toward you, and the blade slices her neck. You watch her head fall from her body. You don’t stop till your face and clothes wear her blood. Blood drips for your blade, and you stare at the scene. Your father is dead.  

“Dad...please wake up” you say, holding his body in your hands. It takes the police to separate you from your father. “Ma’am he’s gone...he’s gone...” The officer says, you watch them put the white sheet over his body. That solidifies it for you; he was never coming back. Your mother sends you to Kyoto Prefectural Jujutsu High School the next day. She claimed it was to “keep you safe”. “We have a new student with us,” your sensei says, urging you to introduce yourself. Everyone stares at you, as you look at the class. A group of girls' giggle at you; you stare at the class. “Hi...Uhm, there’s not much I can say.” You admit.  

“Tell us something about yourself, go on. What brought you here?” You look at the teacher, then back at the students. Your lip begins quivering, “I’m here, because my father was killed in front of me. He’s dead, and I couldn’t save him. And, if I died, then he’d still be here, but he sacrificed himself for me” you say, tears falling from your face. “He should still be here, h-he didn’t deserve to die. I have this stupid ability, but I couldn’t protect my own dad. I’m a freak who can’t do anything right. My mom abandoned me; she left me here.” You look at your sensei. Her eyes are widened from your confession. “Nobody wants me sensei. That’s why I’m here, and the only person who did is having a funeral I can’t attend.” You stare at the girls who were laughing earlier,  “You two are some lonely and miserable bitches” You storm out of the classroom.

Present day 

You stand in the shower, watching blood go down the drain. Your hair is freshly washed afterwards. You walk out in pajamas, and hair in curlers. You stand still watching Gojo and Shoko eating pizza. “Hey, you alright?” Nanami asks; he wears a look of concern. You nod, but his hand gently grabs your wrist. “You can be honest...I know this is traumatizing for you”. You look at him for a moment, “this isn't my first encounter with death, Nanami.” you pull your hand from his grasp. You sit with everyone, feasting on the pizza.  “So, what was school like at Kyoto High?” Gojo asks, Shoko’s foot kicks his leg.  

“Do you mind telling us about it in depth?” Gojo braces himself for a kick from Shoko. “Sure, I don’t mind,”. You prepare yourself to relive those years.   

First year of Kyoto High 

You walk beside your friend, Kaori. She was sent to accompany you on a mission. The first friend you’ve made since you’ve been at Kyoto. Your mission is to return a little boy to your sensei. He wandered from his home while playing. “This’ll be a piece of cake then we can get ice cream later," She gloats, smiling at you. You smile back at her, “of course, ki”. You walk into a tunnel to be met with a little boy. You reach into your pocket, staring at the missing poster then back at the little boy. “That’s him, come on sweetie. We must return you to sensei,” You say. “Can one of you come get me.... I’m scared” the little voice makes both your hearts melt. Kaori walks deeper in the tunnel; it’s a moment until she returns. She walks back slowly; she touches her stomach where blood dampens her clothes. “T-That’s not him...” blood spills from her mouth, and her body collapses. Your heart drops attempting to run to her aid, but you feel a hand press against your back. 

Your body collapses to the ground, paralyzed by the cursed spirit. You fall beside Kaori, staring at each other. Her eyes take one last look at yours before becoming lifeless. You can’t speak as much as you try, the only thing you can do is cry. When your sensei finds you, there’s a pool of tears surrounding your head; you’ve cried for hours. You’ve been stuck to stare at your best friend’s dead body for hours, staring at the ribbon in her hair. You wake up on the nurse’s bed; your mind replays the events you saw. Your sensei jumps from her chair, she looks at you. You look around hoping to see Kaori on the other bed, but she’s not there. She’s not going to be either, because she’s dead. Her body has a white blanket over it, and her family is probably preparing for her funeral. You begin sobbing, and your sensei hugs you. “She’s dead,” you say, “I couldn’t save her...we were supposed to get i-ice cream...she was all I had.” Your sensei hides her face from you, so you won’t see her tears. “We had plans, sensei.”  

Present Day 

The next day, you stand before your class. Your eyes widen at the name on your clipboard. Megumi Fushiguro, you look at the boy with raven hair. “She’s so pretty,” Nobara whispers to Yuji. “Thanks kid,” you respond. Her eyes widen at your quick reply. You lean against the desk in a white tee, maxi dress, sandals, and a headband. You took the perm-rod set out that morning and separated the curls like you did as a teenager. You smell of vanilla and shea butter; your glitter pen checks off names. Gum rests in your mouth, trying to match names to faces. “I like your glasses, Maki” you compliment.  

“Thank you,” She replies. Her hands touch her glasses for a moment. You grab your jar of candy, “I’ll walk by your desk, and you can take some candy to wake yourself up”. You walk past each desk, holding the jar. “Can I get two please?”, you laugh at Yuji’s attempt at puppy dog eyes. You give everyone another piece of candy, since you allow Yuji to have two. “I have a question, and no offense, but why are we learning art? What correlation does it have with cursed spirits?” Yuji asks. Nobara kicks him, “who cares? We have a pretty teacher, be grateful”. You laugh at the two, “No, I’m not offended. My job is to expand your creativity when using your technique. In the heat of battle, creativity can be the thing the one thing that separates you from life and death.” The principal, Masamichi Yaga, spoke with you that morning. “You know as a teacher, you must protect these kids.” He says, you nod in agreeance.  

“Are you willing to risk your life for these kids?” 

“Yes, sir”.  

You open your sketchbook, “Panda choose a number between one and fifty”. “Uhm...fifty”. You chuckle at his nerves, pulling a snake from the paper. Their eyes widen, as the snake slithers up your arm. You walk to your whiteboard and write on it. Relax and let it happen, is written on the board. “You have to relax in order to unlock new things about yourself, and you must trust yourself enough to execute what you want. I trusted myself to bring this snake to life, and here it is before you.” The snake rests on your shoulders; you grab it and gently put it back into the book. “You can bring anything to life?” Panda asks, and you nod. “Ooo, Nobara, maybe she can draw you a boyfriend, so you won’t be so lonely” Yuji says enthusiastically. Your jaw drops, and Nobara hits Yuji.  

“Let’s keep our comments nice...Nobara, I don’t have a boyfriend either.” You admit. “How-” Maki says. You shrug, pulling your body onto the desk. “When I have the answer, I’ll tell you all first.” You begin your lesson by instructing the students to draw their favorite thing about their technique. At the end of the day, you pack your things. You exhale preparing for the journey back home. Nanami stands in the hallway, causing you to jump. “Oh, I’m so sorry. I just- I was leaving Gojo’s room. Can I take you home? I know public transportation can be a lot.” You smile at his kindness. “Yes, please”.  

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He isn't alive

Hiromi Higuruma x fem black!reader

word count: 369

summary: You believe your rival, Higuruma, is a vampire. At the gala you will execute your investigation to find out the truth.

contains: Death, murder, and blood

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Something is off with Higuruma. He spends extensive time at work, wears a tired look, but functions as someone with all eight hours of sleep. It’s astonishing to you, even with eight hours, you’re still tired. You drink coffee or energy drinks in an attempt to catch up with him. Working at rival law firms, you two have always seen each other as competition. An aggravated look wears on your face as you sit amongst the court. Your hand rests on your cheek during recess recapping your arguments against Higuruma. His face wears frustration, and your eyes meet. He prolongs the eye contact, and you’re certain his brown eyes turn red for a slight moment.  

You’re taken aback; you convince yourself you’re sleep deprived. Then, you remember one thing; you forgot to drink any caffeine today. You’re completely stunned, and your gaze returns to Higuruma. Your hands shake against the wooden table, petrified by your realization. The judge makes her verdict, declaring that you’ve won the case. You walk through the hallway; the sound of your heels bounces off the walls. “Congratulations,” Higuruma says; his tone is cold. “Thank you,” He holds the door for you, and watches you walk to your car. 

You spend the night researching what you saw. Afterwards, you shower coming to the conclusion, Higuruma is a vampire, as peculiar as it sounds. The next day is your day off. You try to sleep in but get a message from your co-worker about the gala tonight. The gala invites many firms to attend the event once a year. Many lawyers get drunk and do things that’ll bring them shame in the morning. You turn the phone over and continue sleeping till noon. It takes a few hours to get ready; you catch a ride with your co-worker. People are getting drunk on champagne, but you catch Higuruma following a worker.  

You take it upon yourself to investigate by following him. You turn corner after corner only to be met with a door. You open the door to find him holding the worker’s body like it weighs nothing. Blood drips from his fangs, and it’s smeared against his chin. You were right; he is a vampire.  

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Tension

ᢉ𐭩 Jack Abbot x fem black!reader ᢉ𐭩

۶ৎ word count: 1.4k

۶ৎ warning: Age gap (reader is 27, Jack is in his late 40s), blood, assault (Jack steps in before anything escalates), mention of childhood trauma, and medical inaccuracies (I tried my best to get it as accurate as possible)

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6:00 PM 

It’s been an hour since the news report, but the bodies won’t stop. “We have an emergency supply coming,” Dana yells. You and Javadi decide to pick it up.  

“It’s so bad down there”  

“I know. What’s up with you and Dr. Abbot, I can sense the tension,"

“Wha-there’s no tension,”.  

“Oh, there’s tension”.  

It’s true, the way you felt around Jack, you’ve never felt that way before. It was scary, you were never good in the love department. Over time, you watched the people around you fall in and out of love, while you never got to experience it. You never got surprise flowers, morning breakfast, or late-night talks. You got left on read messages and excuses for incompetent behavior. After your last relationship, you tried, but no one sparked your interest. Ever since, you’ve convinced you’ll never find love, and have welcomed the thought with open arms.  

Till Jack 

You laugh away the nervousness from her honest words. You two receive the blood, returning to the others. Jack’s eyes find yours immediately; you give him a soft smile. You return to Javadi and help Dana with assist the blood to the patients in need. You continue your rounds, checking on patients. It finally “slows down”, by now your braid is slightly frizzy, and a slight sweat coats your body. You feel a grip on your arm, “hey! I need assistance” the man yells at you. “We will get to you sir, but you need to unhand me”. Your eyes stare at the tall middle age man in front of you. “Hey! Get your damn hands off of her!” Jack yells, his voice makes some patients and staff turn their heads to you. The man lets your arm go, and you stare hoping there’s no bruises from his previous tight grip. “You lost your mind?!” He glares at the man, his hand rests on your lower back, and he guides you away.

“Are you okay?”. You nod; his hand holds your arm examining for any bruises. His eyes scan your skin. “Thank you” your voice is a whisper, but he smiles. “He shouldn’t put his hands on you”. You smile at him, admiring his gentleness towards you. A sad feeling washes over you suddenly; he’s just being nice. It’s his job. “I have to get back...” he lets your arm go, watching you walk to the nurse’s station.  

“Hey, dot, your mom called” Princess says. Your heart practically stops. 

“When” 

“Ten minutes ago-”  

“Thank you princess, please excuse me” 

You rush outside near the ambulances, quickly calling your mom back. Thoughts rush through your mind. What could she be calling about? “sweetie” your mom says, her voice sounds disappointed. “Hi mom,” you wait for the news she’s about to deliver. “Your brother got suspended...he’s becoming a handful. I-I just don’t know what to do anymore” her voice goes from stable to a slight cry. You hear her sniffles, and soft sobs. Your brother began hanging out with new friends, and ever since he’s done a complete 360. Your parents would never say this, but he was their favorite. Because you're the oldest, you were his second mother. His problems became your problems. You’ve been late to work, so he can be at baseball practice, staying up late when you were in high school to ensure he did his homework, and tying his tie for every school program.  

When your parents couldn’t do it, you did. You knew if you couldn’t then it wouldn’t be done. They gave him more leeway with his behavior, let his slick words slide when you would’ve been punished, and drop everything to attend to his needs. Even if that meant neglecting you and your sister's. “Don’t cry mom...we can figure something out”. You hear her sobs slowly cease, only her sniffles remaining. “I just don’t know, honey, he may need to leave town. Do you think you could take him in? You’re young...you know what he’d try”. It’s quiet for a moment. After accepting your residency at Pittsburgh Trauma Medical Center you moved immediately. Since you’ve started, you’ve made friends, lived alone, and finally only worrying about yourself. No one to take care of, but you.

So, your throat gets dry at the thought of abandoning that. “Mom...I work twelve-hour shifts, I won’t be any help” you explain. “But it’s a new city, he can get a fresh start”. “I can’t raise him mom...he’ll get in more trouble, because I can’t keep an eye on him.” You pinch the bridge of your nose as your mom comes up with more excuses. The sounds from the hospital, the humidity, and your mother’s pleads become overwhelming. “Okay mom, I didn’t give birth to him. It isn’t my job to take care of a child that isn’t mine. It’s time to be a parent, and take care of your child, I’m sorry you didn’t have to do much parenting for me and Bea. But each child is different, and he’s not a bad kid, he’s a good person you’d know if you actually got to know him.” You hang up and walk back into the building.  

You walk past Jack, and he can sense your anger, like it’s radiating off your body. “Everything alright?” He asks. “Peachy,” you reply, slightly annoyed. “You want to talk about it?” He walks beside you. You laugh, “if we spoke about it Jack, we’d be here all night”.  

7:00 PM 

“Leaving us so soon?” Princess asks. “Yes, I have to get ready, so I can get disgustingly drunk,” You smile, only half kidding. You walk past Jack, giving him a look. “See you tonight?” You whisper; his eyes find yours. “Of course,” he replies. Princess and Perlah share a look amongst each other. “Quit” Jack says.  

You ride home in silence, not daring to look at your phone. You make it home, and shower immediately. The steam from the water calms your muscles and mind. You finally look at your phone afterwards to find no messages from your mom. You try to get her out of your head by looking for an outfit. Afterwards, you nap for two hours before Javadi calls you. “You getting ready?” She asks. “Yeah, I’m putting on lotion,” you lie, getting up quickly.  

“It sounds like you were asleep,” 

“What? Me? Sleep? Never" 

She laughs; you put her on speaker while you get ready. You stand in front of the mirror curling your hair. You’re wearing a short sleeve graphic tee, mid-rise jeans, and Dior kitten heels. Your makeup is already done, and you finish your hair before Javadi tells you she’s on her way. You add your finishing touches, when you get in the car Javadi’s jaw drops. “Damn, Dr. Abbott is one lucky man.” You giggle, and try to hide your smile.  

You two walk into the bar, and Jack is the first person you see. His eyebrows raise; he’s completely enchanted by you. You smile at him and sit between him and Javadi. “I clean up nice?” You tease. “Always been beautiful to me. pick your poison,” he slides the bartender a twenty-dollar bill. “Can I have a lemon drop, please?” You ask.  

“You’re a martini person,” you nod at the observation. “I’m glad I developed such a taste after the college concoctions I’ve made,”. He laughs; your stomach flips at the sound. “I’m glad you came,” he admits. You don’t usually go to after-work functions, because you’re always tired. “Me too,”. You and Jack talk as you two slip further into the bliss alcohol provides. “I don’t understand why everything is my job. I didn’t give birth to him, so why should I raise him? I’m not even thirty yet, and If I wanted to raise someone, I would’ve had kids or got a dog.” You say, taking a bite of the burger Jack bought you. “Quit staring at me,” you frown at him, pretending to be mad. 

“I can’t admire you?" 

“I’m eating,” 

“I know that” 

“Well, it’s not much to admire when I’m eating.” 

“Oh, there’s plenty to admire” 

“I’m sorry about dumping all of this on you." 

“It’s fine, I wanted to know what was troubling you.” 

You take another bite and close your eyes. You engulf yourself in the taste of the grilled meat. He chuckles, watching your tipsy state appreciate the meal before you. “Let me take you home,” he offers. “I can’t leave Javadi, were having a sleepover,” you look over to see her talking to Mateo. “Looks like she’s occupied,”, you take your food to-go, and text Javadi where you’re going. Jack’s hand rests on your lower back, guiding you through the crowd. All the lingering touches, the eye contact, the signals he’s been giving you. Yet, he’s never spoken about it. You two make it outside, and you stop walking. “Why do you do that?” You ask.

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Something isn't right

Jabber x Succubus!reader

word count: 426

contains: Death, murder, and blood

a/n: I am sorry for leaving so abruptly. I could tell I was going to experience burnout if I didn't take a break. I took some time to recollect myself, because I want to give you all my best work when I post. I will be catching up on the fics I've missed last week. I do not consent for my content to be published on other platforms and such by others. Also, please don't claim my work as your own! <3

It’s raining on a Saturday night; many people are at bars blurring their week with alcohol. You’re in an alleyway, eating. You hear footsteps coming near you; the click of a flashlight stuns you for a moment. The woman’s eyes stare at you, horrified by the sight before her. You sit there; hands covered in blood. You look inhuman, reptilian eyes, and a mouth that stretches up to your ears. This is who you are, and there’s no doubt about it. Underneath your harmless appearance, you have a flesh craving monster that feasts on men. You’re a succubus.  

You met Jabber at a Halloween store. You were looking for inspiration for your Halloween costume that you create every year. He was there for decor for his new apartment. Your eyes skim the costumes when you hear someone clear their throat. “I don’t mean to intrude on your shopping trip, but I wanted to say you’re very beautiful.” He says. You admire him for a moment, “Thank you,”. It’s quiet, then he finally finds the courage to speak again. “I would like to take you out sometime. If you don’t want to go out, it’s fine.” You give him a smile, then hold out your phone for his number. “I’d love to,”.  

He’s handsome, there’s no doubt about that. Meaning, he’ll be the perfect prey to seduce. He takes you to a bar, and you two converse about your jobs. He tells you he’s a professional trainer, and you tell him you’re a secretary. Which you are, that’s where you meet most men. You don’t kill all of them though, that wouldn’t be practical. You giggle at Jabber’s jokes, and by the end of the date, he’s asking you that question. “Would you like to come back to my place?”. You oblige; you follow him back to his apartment with your hands intertwined. He begins kissing you; your inhuman strength almost launches his body onto the bed. You catch yourself and opt for a light push. His eyes widen when he looks at you; your entire appearance has changed. You climb on top of him, and your long fingernail breaks the flesh of his arm. Your tongue licks the red substance that comes from the skin. “Mmm man blood,” You begin laughing manically. 

He doesn’t scream or beg you; he’s watching, completely enamoured by you. You stare at him, confused. “Are you a masochist or something?” You ask, he gives you a soft nod. “Well..." you say, letting your mouth spread across your face. "Time to eat".

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So Basically reader has a twin sister but they both have different aesthetics but you date frat Gojo while she dates Frat kuna and y’all are both at the frat party and some girl who wants to break you and gojo up but doesn’t know that you have a twin sister says that you are cheating on him with kuna and basically she just starts a whole rumor about it not knowing that you and your sister look alike…something like that 😭. (And you can add on to the story 😭)

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Freaky Friday

JJK & AOT college au x twin sister! alt black reader

word count: 1.1k

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You have a twin sister, who is older than you by a minute. You two practically do everything together. Except attending the same classes, since she’s a journalism major, and you’re a film major. Many wonder how Sukuna pulled her, because she’s a literal ray of sunshine. She likes Sanrio, wearing bows, sometimes sewing her own clothing, and updating her blog. And Sukuna is.... Sukuna. But the same could be said for you and Fratjo, because it took him almost a year to confess his feelings for you. You’re the complete opposite of your sister. You listen to Paramore on the mp3 player you got off Ebay, spend hours in a thrift store, play resident evil, and love the color black. You wear fake piercings a lot, because you’re a bit indecisive. Your favorite one to wear is your nose piercing. Unlike you, your sister has a few tattoos, but they’re in discrete places.  

The day before your first day of Sophomore year of high school your sister helped you dye red highlights in your hair. Your mother screamed that morning staring at your appearance. You stood there in an Emily the strange graphic tee, a plaid maxi skirt, and platform boots. “What in the world-” Your mother said, noticing you did your makeup. It’s darker than she’d like, but it suits you. “Super cool, huh?” You replied with a smile. She looked at your sister who wore a light pink mini dress, a white cardigan with bow buttons, and white ruffle socks with Mary Janes. Many people made assumptions about you, because of how you dressed. None of them were true, because you were like your sister in many ways. You just dressed differently.  

Now your hair is black again. Your speaker plays One of Those Crazy Girls – Paramore. You sit on the floor, doing your makeup in front of the mirror. “Is my butt peeking out in these shorts?” Your sister asks, you look at her outfit. “Yup, bottom cheeks are all out,” you say. She groans, “I got the wrong size in these.” You laugh, returning to your makeup. “What are you wearing?”. “My leather shorts, fishnets, low cut graphic tank top, black boots with a heel, and a leather jacket” You respond. “See your outfit sounds cute,”. You add the finishing touches to your makeup, then your sister walks out the bathroom. She wears a two-piece denim set, that’s a halter top, and mini skirt. “You look so good!” you clap, celebrating her outfit. She does a spin, and giggles at your compliment. “Thank you!”.  

“Let’s take a picture!” She says, you both pose for the picture. Her digital camera flashes, capturing the moment. You hear a knock on the door, and the girls stand outside the door holding bottles of alcohol. The girls pregame, except you, because you’re the designated driver. You all hold hands, walking to the car. When you all get in, Sasha begins eating her snacks. “Can I have some?” Shoko asks, Sasha hands her a spare bag. “I knew you’d ask,” Sasha replies.  

A Match Into Water – Pierce The Veil plays in the car. Everyone sings along. “I kissed the scars on her skin” Shoko begins. “I still think you’re beautiful, and I don’t ever want to lose my best friend,” Mikasa joins. Your sister finishes the intro, while the rest of you head bang during the red-light. At the party, Fratjo immediately finds you. “Hi baby, you look so good,” He compliments, giving you a kiss. “Hi handsome,” you reply, smiling at him. “Are you hungry or thirsty?” He asks. “A little thirsty, but I can’t drink alcohol, because I’m the designated driver.” He gives you a soft nod. His hand holds yours, guiding you to the kitchen. “Have a seat,” he taps the counter, and you pull yourself onto it. He hands you a cup of lemonade and slots his body between your legs.  

His hand rubs your thighs, as you two talk. “How was your day?”. “It was good, I went to class, then wrote a paper in the library on the movie we watched on Tuesday.” Maude watches in disgust, a girl who has had a crush on Fratjo since freshman orientation. When she found out you two were dating, she was devastated. But she found a way to finally get Fratjo; she saw you kiss Sukuna in the hallway on her way to class. Actually, it was your sister who kissed Sukuna. In her mind, all she has to do is get Fratjo alone and break the news to him. “I have to go get my phone from my sister,” You say, hopping off the counter. You join the crowd of people, searching for her. Maude walks through the crowd trying to get to Fratjo. She bumps into a girl, when she looks up, it’s you. Or so she thinks it’s actually your sister. “Hey, are you alright?” She asks. Maude’s eyes widen when she sees Sukuna stand behind her. “Oh, Fratjo is going to be so shocked.” Maude sprints through the crowd, pushing past people to get to the kitchen.  

“Hey, do you have my phone?” You appear through the crowd. “Yeah, I was waiting for you to ask for it. Some girl said Fratjo was going to be so shocked when she saw me with Sukuna. I don’t know what that’s about.” She replies. You give her a confused look before turning your head to see Maude walking to the kitchen. “I don’t either, thanks for the heads up,” She hands you your phone, then her favorite song plays. “Come on ‘kuna let’s dance!” She enthuses. You walk through the crowd, making it back to the kitchen. You see Maude talking to Fratjo, batting her lashes at him. A few people give you a look when they see you. “What the heck is going on,” you whisper to yourself. Maude catches sight of you, “she’s cheating on you with Sukuna.”. Gojo gives her a confused look at her accusation. You look confused as well, then it clicks. She thinks your sister is you. You laugh at her, you catch a glimpse of her again, then begin laughing even harder. Your hand rests on your stomach. “Dude, what are you talking about?” You ask.  

“I know you’re a cheater, and Fratjo deserves better.” Maude replies. “Maude, she has a twin sister.” Fratjo explains. “You don’t have to defend her anymore,” she says. You roll your eyes; you look over to see your sister walk in holding Sukuna’s hand. Maude’s jaw drops at the sight; you and your sister stand beside each other. “I-She’s a twin?!” She exclaims. “Yes, you psycho bitch. I’m a twin,” You say. Fratjo pulls you away, trying to prevent any escalation. “She’s insane,” You explain. He nods, understanding where you’re coming from. “She was plotting on you, so she can get her evil claws into you.” He chuckles at your metaphor. “The only person I want is you.” He assures, kissing you to calm your annoyed state.  

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The Dragon and the Direwolf

Aerion Targaryen x stark!reader

word count: 584

summary: Your cousin, a Targaryen invites you to visit Ashford with her. An unexpected turn of events occur, making the visit a memorable one.

a/n: I watched akotsk two weeks ago, and it was so good. The reader is the 3rd great niece of the reader in my hotd fic. Just for context, Dairess is pronounced (Dare-ess). The reader is only related to Valarr and Dairess. I do not consent for my content to be published on other platforms and such by others. Also, please don't claim my work as your own! <3

It’s been a long time since a dragon has ridden into the sky with a rider of the last name Targaryen. You don’t possess the last name Targaryen; you carry the name Stark. Though your cousins possess the name Targaryen. You are the third great niece of the only stark to ride a dragon. She was written in the history books as "The Lone Stark Dragon Rider” wearing a streak of white hair to emphasize her past Valyrian ancestry. You leave Winterfell to accompany your cousin, Dairres heading to Ashford. “We will have so much fun,” she enthuses. Like her third great aunt she has black hair with a single white streak. Unlike your cousin, you have chestnut hair. “Do they have puppeteers?” You ask. Her nose crinkles as she thinks, “Father said they do,”.  

You’re only an hour into your journey, until you fall asleep with your head on Dairres’s shoulder. A soft knock on the door wakes you, and the door opens to Prince Baelor. “Hello ladies,” Baelor says. “We’re here already?” Dairres rubs her eyes. Baelor gives her a soft nod, helping her off the carriage. “Come on little one,” he says, helping you afterwards. Prince Baelor is Dairres’s father, and he welcomed you into the family happily. Raising you and Dairres together. You and Dairres hook arms, walking to your temporary home. “I need more sleep...” she whispers, walking to her room. You walk to yours as well. 

“Isn’t it a pleasure? A stark woman in a Targaryen home.” You turn your head to see Aerion. It is true, Aerion wasn’t always so cruel. He was once nice, as many of those who go down his path. He’d compliment your curly chestnut hair and defend you against those who dared to be cruel towards you. Time passed, and he became the cruel one. “Aerion...a pleasure as always...” You bat your lashes, emphasizing your sarcasm. “Hm... sarcasm doesn’t suit you well. Maybe abandoning your boyish ways and becoming someone’s wife would?” He gives you a sly smirk. “That’s the best you’ve got?” You ask. He walks up to you, “Oh, I’m just getting started...”. 

“Yeah?” 

“Yeah.” 

The sound of Baelor clearing his throat catches both your attention. “I hate to interrupt, but supper will be served soon.” You catch the hint behind his proposal. “I’ll wake Dair,” you say, leaving Aerion with his uncle. You knock on Dair’s door; you don’t get a response, so you open it. Your jaw drops when you see Dairess kissing a knight. You cover your mouth, holding in your gasp. You shut the door and rest your back against it “Why do you wear that look on your face?” His eyebrow raises. “N-No reason...uhm”. 

“Are you lying? Are you lying to a prince?” The title card, he loves pulling it when it benefits. “I do not lie...I do not withhold information. That is not my nature, but if the truth concerns you, it’ll present itself to you.”. He walks up to you, face inches from yours. “Do you wear fear? I can smell it on you,”. “If you can smell that, then maybe you can smell the bullshit you speak.” You give a smile, then gently place your hand on his chest. You push him off and walk to the dining room. Dairess joins supper a bit late, but you continue eating. “Where have you been?” Baelor asks. “Sorry...I indulged too deeply into my slumber.” She replies.  

Not the only thing she was indulging in. 

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Slowburn friends to lovers head canons with Enjin

Enjin x fem black!reader

word count: 1.2k

a/n: I recently started Gachiakuta (I'm late I know). But, I'm already loving the show, and the Enjin edits. Their relationship dynamic gives me Raven and Beast-boy vibes. I do not consent for my content to be published on other platforms and such by others. Also, please don't claim my work as your own! <3

Enjin helps you redye your hair  

“Stay still” he says, the sounds of your record player fills the room. You sit in a chair, wearing his t-shirt. You sectioned your hair to help him, and he slowly applies the dye.

“Make sure you distribute it evenly, Enjin” 

“I am, calm down.” 

“I don’t want my hair dye patchy. I’m not kidding” 

“Take a deep breath, I’m going to get you right, baby” 

After he’s done, you review to ensure he did it properly. He helps you wash your hair, after styling you admire his work. “You did a little something something,” you admit.  

Enjin refers to you as “his girlfriend” when you first meet Rudo 

Enjin introduces you to Rudo, you smile at the young boy. You wave your hand, “Hi, it’s nice to meet you Rodu”. Enjin pulls you close to him, “if you need anything, come to her. She’s incredibly smart. Not to mention, she has a thing for gadgets and crap. My smart, hot girlfriend”. You hit his chest, “don’t believe what he said, honey. We are not dating.” 

“Yet” 

“Ever” 

“You sure about that?” 

“Positive” 

“Like, I’m positive that you’ll be my girlfriend” 

“In your dreams...” 

“Even in my daydreams” 

“Aw gross,” you shove his arm off of you, and walk away. You pretend to act disgusted by his confession. You can’t help the smile that spreads across your lips.  

You give Enjin a list when he runs errands 

“I need new hair products Enjin, and a new bonnet” You say, handing him the written list. He leans against the doorframe, holding the paper. “I have to get all of this?”, you pull him toward you by his coat. “Yes...if you want me to speak to you again,” your lips are inches from his. His lips turn into a sly smile, “yes ma’am. Can’t have you not speaking to me”.  

He returns with the items, like you asked. “Thank you” you take the bag from him. “Can you fix my pants?” He leans his arm against the doorframe. He looks at you as you ponder the idea. “Please” he pleads, fake pouting. You roll your eyes, “fine”. He comes back with the pants in hand, and you two spend the night lying on your bed. He asks about your day while you hand-sew the hole in his favorite pants.  

He loves watching you invent gadgets 

You sit at your desk, hands precise, and music playing in the background. With the limited supplies you have in ‘The Ground’ you make use of everything. You hand crafted your vital instrument, which is a flute. The special thing about it is with any tune you play the keys swell. As the keys swell, they turn into blades that you can detach. After detaching the heart shape blades, you can transform the flute into a sword with three big heart blades at the end. You add alterations to people’s weapons when they ask. You enjoy inventing things for fun; it helps ease your mind after a long day. 

There's Enjin sitting on a chair watching your hands make intentional movements on the screws before you.

He likes watching you fight 

You stand before the trash beast chewing gum. “You think you can handle this one?” Enjin asks. “Of course,” you reply, jumping off the car toward the beast. Your sword lands, slicing the beast’s head off. You jump off the beast’s body, walking back to Enjin. Whose jaw is slightly agape; your hand pushes his jaw up, closing his mouth.  

He sometimes watches you during your yoga sessions

You balance your weight on your arms with your legs in the air. “I can already feel the calmness washing over my body” Riyo says, copying your move. “Exactly, I do this every morning, and it really helps.” You feel eyes on you, and turn to see Enjin. He’s watching with a smirk on his face. “Enjin! Stop being weird and go do something!” You yell. He leaves quickly before you get up to scold him. 

He sometimes (most times) bothers you during your alone time 

With all the missions and living with others; you cherish alone time. You sit at your desk, reading a new book. The door opens, “Hey there beautiful,” Enjin says. “I’m busy”, you continue reading.  

“Oh come on baby, please” 

“No” 

“Please?” 

“No” 

“Pl-” 

“Enjin! I’m enjoying my book, and this is my alone time. Come back in two hours!” 

He leaves your room but can’t help the blush that lingers on his face.  

Your friends want you two to get together 

“You two have so much tension you can slice it with a knife.” Semiu says. You scrunch your nose, twisting the wrench. You’re repairing your motorcycle, listening to Semiu. “I don’t know”, you start the motorcycle, testing how it sounds. “You do, you need to unpack that with him”, you turn the bike off and look at her. “We’re friends Semiu, besides if he liked me he’d say it”. “Say what” Enjin asks, and you two go silent. “How you two have tension and need to get together” she says. “Semiu-” 

He’s protective over you when it comes to raiders 

You broke into teams, in an attempt to find an exit. You see purple eyes, and you detach your blades. You hold them in your grasp, staring at the standing figure. “And where have YOU been?” Jabber asks, “man those blades look like they’ll do some serious damage”. You raise your eyebrow; the hell is his problem? You throw the blade hearing it slice his flesh. You blow into the flute, signaling the blades to return. They reattach to the instrument, returning to its sword state. You hear him chuckle, “that’s some kind of throw, I think I’m going to need stitches” he says excitedly.  

You stare at your invisible camera; it clicks that he’s a masochist. He runs toward you, smile wide as ever. You move out of the way, twirling on your feet. You kick him in the side; you pull the sword down, slicing his arm. He drops to the floor, tongue out, relishing in the pain. Before Jabber can swing his arm, Enjin pulls you away. He runs with you in his grasp, closing Jabber in the garage by himself. “Are you okay? I knew we shouldn’t have split up,” he says, searching for any cuts. “I’m okay...I’m fine” You assure. He doesn’t calm down until your hand rests on his cheek. “I promise”. He finally calms down.  

You do his undercuts for him  

“Stop moving or I’m going to cut too far,” you warn, wearing his t-shirt and basketball shorts. “Please don’t mess up my hair”, you roll your eyes, holding his head still. “I won’t mess it up, I never do” you turn on the hair clippers. You cut his hair with precision, like you do everything else. He sits still in the chair, not wanting to mess up his hair. He knows if you mess up, he’ll be hearing the laughter from everyone till it grows back.  

“Alright, I’m done” you say, handing him the mirror. “Dang baby, it looks good.” Your hand hits his arm. “Stop calling me baby. I’m not your baby” you point your finger in his face. He holds your hand, “not yet”. He smirks, and you snatch away trying not to show the effect of his words.  

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Hii, I was wondering if you could do like a fic about fratgojo where reader does vlogs for like college life and university stuff and she does a lot of videos with him and the friend group and frat brothers they all have different interactions with the camera and like the people who watch the vlogs love you guys and find it all funny<3 .. something like this 😏 if you are still doing frat jjk

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Game Day

JJK & AOT college au x influencer! black reader

word count: 1k

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You’re a college influencer known for your vlogs. With your viewers' favorite segment being you and your friend group. In the beginning of the video you decide to pull a prank on Fratjo. “ ’jo hold the camera right,” You say, fixing how the camera is aligned. “Why am I doing this?” Fratjo asks. “So, my followers can see my outfit,” you look at him. “What if they want to look at my outfit?” He asks. “No one is worried about your outfit ‘jo.” “You shop in the men’s section if they care about your outfit they’ll care about mine.”. You get quiet, “why would you tell my business? Cut the cameras, because I’m about to tell you something.” 

Brief Intermission 

“Hi guys! I’m going to do a quick outfit of the day before I go to a football game to support my friend, Reiner” Fratjo holds the camera properly. “Okay so, my shades are from freaky fetish,” you say.  

“Wait a minute-” 

“My shorts are from don’t care about the wedgie” 

“You have a wedgie? Oh my gosh-” 

“My top is from free the nips-” 

“Where are you shopping at?!” 

“My flip flops are from toes out, but no pics.” 

“There’s no way-” 

You let out the laugh that you’ve been holding in. You watch Fratjo’s expression go from confused to holding in his laugh. You try to hold onto him while laughing, but he begins laughing himself.  

On the way to the Game 

“It’s so hot that my eyebrows are sweating,” Shoko says. “So, that’s why your makeup is melting?” Sukuna asks. You look at the camera, then back at Shoko. She looks back from the driver’s seat, “YOU CAN GET THEHELL OUT, BECAUSE I’M THE ONE DRIVING! Matter of fact, you drive, since you have so much to say.” Mikasa instantly looks out the window, so she can quietly laugh. Shoko pulls the car over, and Sukuna gets in the driver’s seat. “Tiny ass car...” Sukuna mutters.  

“This is a Nissan Altima.” Shoko rebuttals, hitting Sukuna upside the head. Utahime tucks her lips, attempting to not laugh. You begin laughing then Mikasa and Utahime join you.  

You get to the game hungry, and Mikasa films for you. “Where’s the food? You whisper against Choso’s back. Choso looks over his shoulder, “I have nachos, do you want any?”. “Thank you! I’m going to kiss you on your hot mouth,” you deepen your voice. Choso’s face instantly gets red. You two share nachos and watch the game. “You guys are not right for not sharing with me,” Fratjo says. Choso looks at him, “you’re a grown ass man, buy some.” Your jaw drops, and Mikasa zooms in on your face. She pans the camera over to Fratjo who’s just as shocked.  

Choso continues eating nachos, and you look over at him. “Choso why’d you say that?”. “Because you’re a woman, and he’s a grown man mind you.”. You begin to laugh, after catching your breath you look over at Hange. “What are you drinking?” You ask; she looks around then pulls you close. “I snuck in tiny shot bottles,”.  

“How?”  

“I’m my bra” 

“You have titty shots?” 

“Yup,” 

“I don’t get the game. I just like watching the guys, because they’re fine.” Historia admits.  

“Well, honesty is the best policy.” Eren says, eating a hotdog. “Can I have a bite?” Sasha asks. “Why didn’t you ask me to buy you one when I was down there?” He side eyes her. “Because I ate my game chips while eating my car chips.”.  

“What are car chips?” 

“Car chips are the chips I bring for sitting in the car, but I ate those chips and the chips I brought for the game. So, can I please have a bite of your hot dog?”  

“I don’t know where your mouth has been Sasha...you’re in a whole relationship.” 

“Okay, but you’re in a literal frat. At least I’m consistent with one guy.”  

“Ooo she said you getting around erennn” Jean instigates. “Shut up” Eren replies, continuing to eat his hot dog. “You’re a grown man eating a glizzy,” Jean responds. Eren continues chewing, then swallows. “Why are you worried about what I put in my mouth? I’m a grown man who paid for this hotdog, what do you have to eat? Molecules, get the hell on” Mikasa laughs behind the camera, and zooms in on Sasha sneaking a bite of the hot dog. “Get your mouth off my hot dog before I call paw patrol.” Eren says.  

You look over to find Hange swinging from side to side. You pull her closer, and she rests her head on your shoulder. Shoko returns with a hot dog, and hands it to Sasha. “Oh my gosh, I love you so much.” Sasha raves. “You know I’ve got you baby,” Shoko replies, before eating her hamburger. By the third quarter, Connie bought Hange a snow cone to cool her off. “This is good,” Hange says. Utahime sits beside him eating the snow cone he bought her as well. “Go Reiner!” Hange yells. “Dang, that is why we're here to support Reiner,” Sukuna admits. Shoko stares at him, “you’re a bad friend”. Sukuna turns off Shoko’s fan as a rebuttal. Choso holds the fan in the middle, so you both can get air.  

“So, guys for our next segment we’re going to do a Q&A.” You say, pulling out your phone. “First question, are you dating any of the guys?” You stare at the camera, then back at the phone,“No, they get on my nerves.”  

“Can I read one?” Choso asks, and you hand him the phone. “Why is Sasha always hungry? Her stomach must be an empty pit” the camera pans to Sasha who pauses mid-bite at the question. “Stay out of my business, because you’re not paying for my groceries every month” She replies. “You mean every day. Your everyday groceries” Sukuna corrects; the camera pans back to you. You’re holding in your laugh, returning to your phone.  

“Does Jean have a girlfriend?” You look at the camera, and Jean comes into the frame. “Well, la-” You shove his face out of the way. “Alright next question!”.  

After your university wins the football game, Reiner comes up to the camera waving at it with a smile. His hair is damp, and the equipment looks good on his body. “Hey guys,” He says. The camera pans to Utahimewhose mouth is slightly agape. She looks at the camera, “Mikasa quit,”. You end the video in the car with your friends.  

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Betrayal

⋆ . ࿔ ˚ Jacaerys Velaryon x fem black!reader

⋆ . ࿔ ˚ Word count: 1.3k

⋆ . ࿔ ˚ This is a continuation of To Wed

⋆ . ࿔ ˚ Summary: After an argument with your mother about marrying Aemond, you tell her you'd rather marry Jace as a rebuttal. Well, now your wish is coming true, you're marrying your childhood best friend.

⋆ . ࿔ ˚ Warning: HOTD spoilers, blood, and mentions of illegitimacy.

⋆ . ࿔ ˚ a/n: I did watch the first episode of season three. Yes, I am grieving. The reader is not related to the Targaryens. I do not consent for my content to be published on other platforms and such by others. Also, please don't claim my work as your own! <3

“Your wife? She is to be my wife,” Jace defends, his touch maneuvering to your waist. Your hands drop from his face, resting on the shoulders of your soon-to-be husband. “Wrong again, nephew, her mother promised her to me.” Jace walks towards him; you try to pull him away, but it’s no use. Your mother promised you to Aemond? Out of all people? “What is taking place here?” Rhaenyra asks, catching all your attention.  

“Aemond claims she is to be his wife,” Jace says, pointing in your direction. Your eyes fall on your mother, who wears slight guilt. “That is to be true,” the words leave your mother’s lips. Your heart drops suddenly, tears prickling your eyes. You push past the crowd, ignoring the cries of your mother as she calls your name. You rush to your bed chamber wishing to sleep off the horrible nightmare. “Please prepare my bath,” you ask your handmaiden. The steam from the boiling water calms your nerves slightly, but the idea of marrying Aemond floods your mind. Aemond, out of all the seven kingdoms, why Aemond? After your bath, you sit in bed distracting your mind with a book.  

A few days later, you don’t speak to your mother. You don’t even look at her; your heart is broken by her betrayal. You walk through the halls of the castle at bedding hours. You knock softly at the door of Jace’s bed chamber. He opens it immediately; it’s been days since you two have seen each other. Sadness clouds your eyes; you can’t help the tears that fall. 

 “I want to wed you Jacaerys. I don’t wish to be his wife,” Tears fall down your cheek. He pulls you in quickly, and his hands hold each side of your face. He directs you to look at him. “You wish to be my wife, darling?” He asks, you nod immediately. “We’ll make you my wife,”. “You’re the only man for me, Jace,” you whisper, he nods pulling you into a hug. He lets the sobs leave your mouth, slightly muffled by his night clothing.  

“We leave for King’s landing soon,” you sit on a bench, feeling the wind blow at your face. Listening to Jace practically say your visit is over. “My mother and I leave for winter fell in the morning then-” 

“I want you to accompany me as my betrothed,” 

You look at him, stunned at the sudden news. “Jacaerys I don’t think it is my plac-” 

“You are betrothed to be my wife. My mother seems delighted by the idea of our marriage.” 

“It is my mother, who must cancel my betrothal to Aemond” 

You find your mother later that day. She seems delighted by the sudden attention you give her.  

 “I should’ve told you about the marriage, I apologize.” 

“I don’t want to marry Aemond, I don’t want to marry to begin with” you respond. 

“That is not the order of things,” 

“Why not?!” 

“Because that’s how it is! You were born a woman not a man!” 

“Do you not see it? This arrangement isn’t about love mother; he wants the army my house brings, it is possession.” 

“I will not have a daughter of mine without a husband considering her eight and tenth name day is approaching.” 

“If I am to marry, if I am to leave my home, my family, all that I have known. I will be the wife of Jacaerys Velaryon, or I will command my dragon to put my body to aflame. You will have neither a daughter nor a wedding to attend.”. Your mother’s eyes widen at your statement, “You wouldn’t dare,”. “I wear the stubbornness of House Stark, do not test what I will and won’t do to get my way mother.”. You sigh deeply, “I never asked to married,”. “Life isn’t like the fairytales you read about”. Her words pierce you deeply like the pains you encounter during your bleeds every month.  

Your mother writes to your brother, Cregan, a letter informing him of your betrothal to Jacaerys Velaryon. You dress in crimson red, wearing the necklace Jace gifted you. Worry wears on you like a cloak as the carriage rides to King’s Landing. Your mother accompanies you on the carriage behind you. “You mustn't worry my dear,” his hand holds yours. “I know...I just want it to go well for Lucerys. I also wonder what will be said about our sudden betrothal,”. “What they say doesn’t matter, you are my future wife, and I am your future husband,”.  

Your hands rub against the material of your dress. Rhaenyra stands amongst everyone, “My eldest son is to wed Y/N Stark. Merging House Stark and House Velaryon as one,”. You look at Jace giving him a soft smile; he looks at you returning it. Vaemond scoffs at the proposal; King Viserys declares Lucerys as the heir to Driftmark. “This is an outrage!” The voice startles you slightly. “I am the true heir to the Driftwood throne, and youhave the nerve to give it away to-. These bastard children! And you, Lady Stark giving your only child with remnants of old Valyrian blood to a bastard child, instead of the ones who possess true Valyrian blood?!” Helooks in the direction of Aemond. Jace motions to confront Vaemond, but your hand halts him. 

“What my mother does is no concern of yours, Lord Vaemond” You rebuttal. “That child shall not sit on the driftwood throne when he’s the product of we-” The sentence dies in his throat when his face is split in half by a blade. A gasp escapes your lips; you look away from the body. Wishing to spare yourself the sight that lies on the cool flooring. When everyone is dismissed, you hurry quickly to get fresh air. Your hand rests on your stomach. “Not one for blood? Ironic isn't it, considering you bleed once a month” Aemond says, you shoot him an annoyed glare. “How my body functions is no longer a concern of yours, Aemond” he chuckles at your sass. “You’re right about that, yet I can’t help but wonder what our future babies would have looked like”.  

“Ahem,” the voice catches both your attention. Jace stands before you two; he walks up to you capturing your hand in his. “Uncle, if you’ll excuse me, I shall further speak with my betrothed.” He guides you away.  

“What did he say to you?” 

“Not much...speaking on the future children we would’ve had. Sounds desperate...” 

He chuckles, planting a kiss to the crown of your head.  

King Viserys invites you to dine with his family. You’re taken aback by the generous offer, nonetheless, take it happily. Your hair is done in a beautiful bun; a black dress captures your body perfectly, and as always, the necklace rests on your chest. “You look beautiful,” Jace’s lips press a kiss on your hand. “Thank you, my prince,”. You two stand in the dining room waiting for others to appear. “Quit your flirting,” Lucerys says. Yougiggle as Jace nudges him, then take a seat beside each other. Your mother doesn’t accompany you; she’s taken her voyage back home to winter fell.  

“Your mother left? Without a word?” He questions; you nod softly. “Only a note, I think she’s angered by me. I have not truly forgiven her; the relationship we share is not the same.”. You blink away any threatening tears. His hand holds yours, “you will always have a home at Dragonstone,”. Your thumb rubs over his hand, “thank you, my love”. Alicent, her children, Rhaenyra, Daemon, Baela, Rhaena, and the king join you all. “It is about time you two stopped kidding around,” Baela says, causing you to smile. “Tell that to Jace,”. He leans in overhearing the conversation, “what about me?”. You both giggle; your hand gently pushes Jace back. The wine pitcher sits in front of you; you hear Aegon’s chair move. You feel his mouth inches away from your ear, “if my nephew...doesn’t perform his duties properly, my door is always open.”. Your eyes widen, and Jace’s hands slam on the table. Aegon pours his glass of wine, looking at his nephew in fake confusion. 

“Jace please...” you plead softly.  

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The long roadtrip

Joel Miller x fem!black reader

word count: 884

contains: This is a psychological thriller, so there are dark themes. (read at your own risk), Death, fighting, and blood.

summary: Tommy sends you on a road trip to trade with another group. You think you're going to catch up on some light reading, when you notice one problem. The road is never-ending.

a/n: I did not have writing a psychological thriller for Joel Miller on my 2026 bingo card. I've been enjoying writing for Summerween, and I hope you all have been enjoying reading it. I do not consent for my content to be published on other platforms and such by others. Also, please don't claim my work as your own! <3

Tommy is sending you and Joel on a road trip for supplies from a group across the state. You were skeptical at first, but you didn’t want Joel to go by himself. Not that you thought he couldn’t handle his own, but something doesn’t sit right with you concerning the trip. You stand in front of the truck, watching Joel carry your backpack and his. “Something wrong?” Joel asks, voice having a bit more rasp than usual, considering he just woke up not long ago. “Something isn’t right,” your hand rubs across the truck. “Just your nerves,” he tosses your bag into the backseat carefully. His hands rubs your lower back. “You can stay here if you’d like...you don’t have to go,”.  

You shake your head, refusing to leave him. “Wouldn’t dream of it”. He smirks, opening your door. “Did you fill the gas tank?” he nods, you raise your eyebrow at his quick answer. “Did you bring another full canister?”. “Yes ma’am, now please get your pretty self in the truck,” he says, leaning against the truck. You try to roll your eyes, but he presses a kiss on your lips. “Now stop worryin' ”. He shuts the door, and you stare at the view before you. The gate stands tall; you feel a wrapper land on your hand. You look down to see a breakfast sandwich.  

“I made it,” he shuts the driver's door. You unravel the sandwich to find lightly toasted ciabatta bread, American cheese, bacon, and scrambled eggs. Your mouth waters at the sight; you hear Tommy say his farewells to his brother and you. You wave bye, not trusting your mouth, because it’s full of sandwich. Joel chuckles at you; the gate opens embarking you two on your journey. You were silent for the first few minutes devouring the sandwich. “This is so good,” you say. The air-conditioned air fanning both your faces, cooling you from the summer heat. That’s the reason you two left so early to beat the beaming sun.  

You rest your head against the seat, taking sips from your water bottle. You maneuver your body to the backseat, attempting to retrieve your bag when a bump appears on the road. You feel your body lift, but Joel’s arm stops your head from hitting the top of the truck. Both your bodies drop afterwards, and you realize you were gripping his seat for security. “You alright?” He questions. “Yeah...” you open your bag and grab the book. You get comfortable in your seat and pick up the story from where you left off. It’s quiet for a few minutes, when your eyes lift from the book you see a sign saying 64 miles till you arrive at your destination. You continue reading when another speed bump catches you off guard. “This road is pretty bumpy, hm?” You joke, flipping a page. Joel chuckles, “sure is sugar”. You smile at the compliment, continuing the book. About ten minutes pass, then the truck hits another speed bump. “Oh, my goodness, what’s up with the ro-” the sentence dies in your throat when you see it again. The sign saying 64 miles till you arrive at your destination. 

Chills cover your body; you turn your head to your husband. He stares at the road focused on driving. “Honey...don’t you find it weird that the sign has been saying 64 miles for the past...hour?”. He chuckles and shakes his head. “No... that’s a new sign silly”. Silly? When has he ever called you...silly. You don’t show signs of being skeptical; you eye the cup of coffee that’s been full since you two got in the truck. That’s not like him. You feel the truck drive over the speed bump again. That sign, you look back at your husband. That’s not him. You don’t mutter a single word; you sit there like everything’s fine.  

“Everything okay?” His voice makes your blood run cold. It sounds nothing like him; it sounds cold and distant. “Of course,” you say in a delightful tone. You need to get out of here. Your hand grabs his coffee cup, feeling the warmth the liquid holds. When the speed bump happens, you unbuckle your seatbelt. Your hand pulls the top off, and splashes his face with the coffee. You open the door, letting your body fly out. You cover your face, as your body tumbles against the concrete road. You hope for no broken bones; you open your eyes to see the truck has stopped. You get up and run in the other direction.  

The driver’s door opens, and it’s Joel. You continue running as fast as you can when you hear feet pick up behind you. You look at the ground, to see Joel’s shadow. He tackles you; the rocks underneath you scratch at your flesh. You’re turned around by his hands to face him. “You’re getting in the car,” He screams at you. You reach for weapon, and feel a rock. You hit him in the head with it knocking him to the ground. You watch blood pour from his forehead down his face, and you stare in horror. You wake up beside the truck; you’re still in Jackson. “You ready to go sugar?” Joel asks, you look around you to realize. You’ve never left.  

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Party

JJK & AOT college au x black reader

word count: 1.3k

summary: You and your friends are invited to a frat party by Eren. (It gets chaotic)

a/n: Hi! I tried to include everybody in part one, but I couldn't so I will be writing a part two. I genuinely don't know who to have as the reader's love interest, because she has chemistry with everyone. I'll let you all observe the relationships she shares with the guys, and decide on a poll later. I do not consent for my content to be published on other platforms and such by others. Also, please don't claim my work as your own! <3

Mikasa and Shoko sit with you in the dining hall. “Professor Nanami is going to be the reason my GPA goes down. He gave me a C on my paper, and I know it was good.” Mikasa argues. “Professor Nanami is always difficult when it comes to grading.” Shoko says, and you take a sip of your drink. “I’m glad I’m taking Professor Erwin Smith. But, have you guys seen Professor Higuruma though? He’s kinda...” you admit. Shoko’s eyes widen, “Kind of? Oh, he is. He’s something serious alright.”. She fake bites her finger, and Mikasa looks at her.  

“What are you guys talking about?” Eren asks, stealing one of your fries. You try to spank his hand away, but you’re too late. “How fine professor Higuruma is,” Shoko says, and Eren side eyes her. “You guys need to be stopped”, he takes a sip of your drink. “Oh my gosh! Why are you only eating and drinking my stuff?” You ask. “Because...I know you don’t get any play.”. Your jaw drops, “that’s none of your business”. He looks at you, “I’m sorry baby...but did I lie?” You hit him. “When was the last time you got any?” Shoko questions before taking a bite of her burger. “See because it was- alright stay out of my business”, you laugh at him. “See, you get no play either, so we’re in the same boat”.  

“I’m a busy man, between school and the frat. I have no time.” You all give him a look that reads you know he’s lying “Okay...I’vebeenleavingthemondelivered” he admits. “What was that?” you ask. “I said I’ve been leaving them on delivered.”. Shoko tries to disguise her laughter by drinking her beverage. “That’s good Eren, it decreases your chance of diseases” your hand rubs his back, becoming distracted by the muscles. You pull your hand away, trying not to make it awkward. “The frat is having a party tonight, if you guys want to come.” he takes another sip of your drink. “We’ll be there. Just send us the time in the group chat.” Mikasa replies. 

Lowkey – Rochelle Jordan plays in your dorm. “I'm definitely pregaming before we go. Because, the last time I drank the alcohol at the frat, I woke up with my pasties on my forehead.” Shoko says, and you all laugh. “Mikasa, are you done using the straightener? Utahime asks. “Oh yeah, I just needed to straighten out my bob.”. She analyzes her hair before handing the straightener to her. “So, are you getting this cute for Eren, Fratjo, Nerdjo, Armin, Connie, Sukuna, Choso, Geto, Jean, or Reiner?” Hange asks.

“Damn, that list is almost as long as a CVS receipt.” You say, blending your leave-out. Mikasa looks at Hange in shock. “ouuu decisions decisions" Sasha enthuses as she walks in. “Stop I’m going to waste the liquor.” you hold back your laugh, continuing to make the drink. 

Historia walks in with Sasha holding a box of cutwater. Hange screams at the box, “get that demon concoction away!”. You stare at her in shock and confusion. “I drank cutwater one night, and they cut the hell outta me!”. You laugh, blending margaritas. You bop your head to the song and pour everyone’s drink. Sasha pulls out fries from a McDonald’s bag. You watch Historia pour cutwater into her margarita. “Historia this already has liquor in it, honey.” You say, Hange looks at her concerned for her liver. “I know, but I might make the moves on someone tonight, so I need liquid courage.” She replies. “Welp!” You take a sip of your drink. 

On the way to the party, Sasha drives, and you sit in the passenger seat. “Do you guys want to go through a drive-thru really quick?” Sasha asks. “Sasha, you had fries from McDonalds” you reply. “Actually, she had a big mac, large fry, and large soda.” Historia corrects. You look at Sasha, who doesn’t make eye contact with you. “I’ll get Connie to get me something, because I’ll definitely be hungry after these edibles I’m about to do.”  

“EDIBLES?!” You all say in unison. “Yes! I got them from Choso. He made them in brownie form and gave me some when I was at his apartment.” She explains. “That’s why I’m not drinking”.  

All there – Jeezy plays in the frat house. The house is full; people are either dancing, drinking, or going upstairs with someone. You find Fratjo drinking from his cup with Eren beside him. You walk up to the two, “hey guys, do you have food? Sasha is hungry, and she’s high.”. Fratjo laughs, “yeah come on”. He guides you to the kitchen and opens a box of pizza. “How slices will she need?” he asks. You grab the entire box, “this’ll do, thanks”. You walk back to Sasha who’s sitting on the couch. “It’s cold so we can-”. Sasha opens the box and starts eating the pizza. “Oh, that’s not-” Shoko says, looking at you in distraught.  

“Why is she gobbling the pizza like that? Greedy ass” Sukuna says, standing beside you both. “Stay out of my business, Sukuna! You’re just mad you can’t have any!” Sasha defends. “I don’t want any the way you’re eating it.” he looks at you two disgusted by Sasha’s eating habits. “Speaking of eating, where that blonde girl with curled hair go?” Shoko questions, leaving you. 

“You want a drink?” Sukuna asks. You shake your head, “I heard you guys put about three different alcohols in that punch. I don’t want to be in the ER.” He laughs at you, shaking his head. “No... Eren made it this time. He went light on the alcohol,”.  

You give him a skeptical look. Jean places his hands on your shoulders, “I-Jean” you look back at him. He smiles, pulling you closer to him. Sukuna rolls his eyes at Jean. “Sukunaaa you promised me a dance.” a brunette whines to him. He takes the girl’s hand in his, “I told you five minutes,” he slaps her behind hard. You both watch him walk away with her towards the dance-floor. You look at Jean, “should I mouth to her blink twice for help?”. He shakes his head, “she’s where she wants to be.” You nod. “What about you? Are you where you want to be?” You look at him, then playfully hit him on the chest. Your hand rests on his pec, “oh my gosh- why are all you frat guys buff? Is that a requirement?”.  

“Nope, we just acquire it.” Jean assures. “I kind of wanted to get tipsy, now my buzz is getting killed” you frown. “Choso bought a pack of spiked lemonade it’s in the fridge.” You clap at the offer. This results in you sitting beside Jean by the pool. Your heels are off, and your feet rest in the water. “So...just the two of us...alone.” He teases; you attempt to punch him in the arm but miss. You punch him in the side hard, causing him to groan. You gasp, “oh jean! I’m so sorry. Are you okay?” He whines, clutching his side. You lift your feet out of the pool and walk to his aid. You crouch down, hovering the top half of your body over him. “I think this is the end...so let’s just get all the casualties out of the way. Just confess your love for me.” He winks at you. You roll your eyes, then decide to play into his theatrics. “How about I give you a kiss...would you like that instead?” You tease.  

“Wha-What?” Jean asks, flustered by your flirtatious tone. You laugh at him, gently pushing him back down. “You’re so gullible,” you put your feet back in the pool. “Not fair, you gave me that tone.” he rebuttals.  

“What tone, Jean?”  

“That tone....” 

You bat your lashes at him, “would you like me to tell you random wildlife facts while we cuddle?” 

“Yes ma’am- I mean-” he covers his face. You gently remove his hand, “I think you’re the one who needs to confess, Jean.” You laugh. He smiles at you and takes a sip from his can.  

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ᢉ𐭩 Jack Abbot x fem black!reader ᢉ𐭩

۶ৎ word count: 576

۶ৎ warning: Age gap (reader is 27, Jack is in his late 40s), blood, and medical inaccuracies (I tried my best to get it as accurate as possible)

۶ৎ a/n: Welcome back to those returning, and if you've just found my blog check out chapter one first, then come back. I do not consent for my content to be published on other platforms and such by others. Also, please don't claim my work as your own! <3

5:00 PM 

“I try whenever I perform a task, but what if it’s not my best?” You ask, “Maybe if I would’ve done better, Logan would still be here. Jack shakes his head, “No parent should outlive their child, Jack, it’s not fair. It’s not fair to him nor the parents, and I had a part in it,”. “You’re an amazing doctor, but in order to be an amazing doctor you have to understand you can’t save everyone” he explains. You nod; his kind words calm you down. “It’s not my fault,” you say. “Yeah, it’s not your fault,” he repeats. “Come here,”. He pulls you into a hug; you inhale his scent. His hands rub your back, as he whispers in your ear. "It’s going to be okay”. Your chest begins to not feel as tight anymore. 

After five minutes of consoling, you’re inside again. “You alright, Dottie?” Dana asks. “I’m going to be okay,” she smiles at you. “We’re low on O-negative blood,” she calls. “I’m O-neg,” you say, “can I donate?”. “Sure, come on,”. You sit in the chair squeezing a stress toy as Dana prepares you for a blood donation. “You’re doing a great job, Dottie,” her words make you smile. “Thank you,”. After donating, you hear Robby call for a blood bag. “What’s wrong with her?” You ask as you set up the bag. “Glass in her side threatening to pierce into the rib cage,”. You put on a gown, gloves, and mask preparing for the procedure. You, Robby, Mohan, and Mel operate on the patient; you assist Robby, resulting in the patient’s life being saved. “Good work, everyone,” Robby compliments.  

As time passes more and more patients arrive, many are injured, and some dead. “Are you donating?” You ask Jack, noticing the blood bag around his ankle. “O-neg, yeah,” he continues the procedure. “Good to know,” This is not the time to get turned on, but everything he does is so attractive. You hear crying, a baby crying. An EMT comes in holding a baby’s car seat; you clean your hands rushing to the baby’s rescue.

“What happened?”

 “I think her parents are being treated, luckily she’s okay,”. 

When you see the unharmed baby, you feel a sense of relief and take the car seat. “Jack, we have a baby,” you say, princess and perlah give you a confused look. “In the car seat, come on people”

Jack chuckles, following you to the pediatrics room.  

“She is well taken care of,”  

“How do you know? 

“She smells like baby Aveeno Jack, I have a niece,”.  

The baby’s crying ceases when you pick her up. “That’s all she needed, was a little love,” you say, “the baby was upset,”. The baby’s brown eyes look into yours, then Jack's. “You’re good with babies,” he compliments. “I adore them; they’re too cute. I wish my sister would give us another baby,”. He chuckles, “you ever thought of working in pediatrics?”. It did cross your mind, because you’re great with babies. You decided not to, because you feel like being an ER doctor is best. “I don’t think you would survive long, being away from me, Jack” you tease. “I wouldn’t. That’s why I’m testing to see if you’d leave the ER,”. You run a few tests on the baby to ensure she’s alright. Jack leaves to help the others, but you feed the baby, and watch as she falls asleep in your arms.  

Chapter ten release date: July 10th

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