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vadersassistant · 8 months

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wo dering if you could do an enemies to lover anakin imagine. kind of like friends to enemies to lovers or something like that and it ends in them making out o whatever you are comfortable with.

Anyways thank youuu

Denial One Shot (Darth Vader x Reader)

Summary: After venturing into a Sith Temple to try and find an edge on the current war, (Y/N) meets her enemy, Lord Vader, the man who killed her best friend and secret lover. He has been hunting both her and her alias down for months, following her across the galaxy, but little does she know, he has no plans to kill her. Takes place in the temple seen in the Star Wars Rebels season two finale. Reader was previously a Jedi and is in hiding due to order 66.

Warnings: Make out session

A/N: (Y/N) does not know Vader is Anakin, and Vader does not know (Y/N) is the Fugitive he has been searching for. This is once again a mix of suited Vader and nightfall Vader. In which, Vader wears the suit and mask, but he can take it off and looks like the Anakin we know and love.

The temple was eerie, an odd feeling passing by with each step you took. It was the opposite of the one I grew up in, representing everything I was told to dislike, and yet I was here anyways. I had made up my mind to fight instead of continuing to run from the problem. I wasn’t a rebel, but I wasn’t an imperial either. I was the middle ground, a former Jedi with a new identity, a mask to shield my face so that I could live freely, but the saber still gave it away. I was good, too good to be a civilian having fun with an old relic, even though some still used them publicly. Some, as in him.

The Jedi fell and Lord Vader rose out of thin air. There was no preface, no foreshadowing, he just came, and everyone bowed their heads.

To outsiders he was a military leader trained in combat, who happened to use an imaginary power. To force users, like Obi-Wan, Ahsoka, and I, he was a Sith. We all knew it the second he began hunting us down. He wanted the Jedi dead and made it clear when he began searching for my alias as well. Everyone knew who she was, I was put on every single imperial security watch available, but I evaded it all I could. I forged a new saber, so that they couldn’t track me that way, and told people about how the female jedi on the Holonets from the clone wars died. The only people who truly knew were Obi-Wan and Ahsoka, since they too had done something similar. He was Ben, she was Ashla, and I gained the name Fugitive, a mask being the only way to keep track of my identity.

I couldn’t count how many storm-troopers I had killed by now, just that I did. I was forced to, to keep myself alive, because he wanted me turned in. I was always told to run, to flee from Vader because of what he’s done, but all I wanted was for the man to wind up dead. A lust for revenge had developed ever since I learned what he did to my best friend, Anakin Skywalker.

I don’t even know how he could have killed a warrior like him, but he did and now he’s gone. Slaughtered like any other while trying to save people in the temple, something someone with his character would have done naturally. The worst part is that everyone he was trying to save is dead too, and that he could have escaped with us, had he not done what he did. He had a wife, Senator Amidala, a good friend of mine, who also died that night, although I wasn’t sure if they ended on good terms.

The two had been arguing for a while, he believed she was cheating on him with Obi Wan, although she continued to deny it along with everyone else. I was the only one who he talked to about his problems willingly, even Kenobi would have to go through reading his mind to talk about personal issues. It was only when Anakin died that the truth came out, that being that Anakin was right, and she was seeing Kenobi.

I hadn’t recognized him after that point. I knew he was afraid he would be kicked out of the Jedi order if we found out he was dating another woman. Even further, the fact he knowingly was allowing the affair to happen, but it occurred anyways, and he lost everything with it. That was consequence enough, he didn’t need me to yell at him any further for going that far.

Still, I was angry, because I cared about Anakin.

And also loved him.

I denied it for years, the helpless prodding’s from Ahsoka when the two of us would spend hours upon hours with each other. We carried out the entire war effort, working extremely close together on missions. It was no surprise that I liked him, he had even mentioned subtly what things would be like if he hadn’t met her. It sounded like he regretted it, but I had no clue, due to us being force users.

I now stood in front of the man who took him away, the one that gutted him in the chest like a fish with no care whatsoever. The man that had been hunting me down under both my names since the night of the fall, the one that was known for murdering everyone in his path. I don’t know how he found me, I had a feeling we were being followed, but I didn’t care. We needed the Holocron inside of the temple, and Ahsoka now had it in hand. I could sense their distraught, both behind me looking at the Sith in front of us. They didn’t want to fight him; they were afraid to fight him. I felt differently, looking at his mask through the visors of my own.

“It was foretold that you would be here, our long-awaited meeting has come at last."

“This meeting is over,” Ahsoka said.

“Are you so sure?” the Sith questioned through the modulated voice his mask provided him, as I stepped forward.

“What are you doing?” Obi-Wan asked me, his breath becoming short.

“Leave."

“No," he shook his head. "Don’t do this."

“Leave. Now.”

I looked up at the temple’s ceiling as the walls started to drop down. It was collapsing on itself, since the Holocron had been taken from the Obelisk. There wasn’t much to do, but I knew I didn’t want to pull them into this. I turned around and outstretched a hand.

Ahsoka screamed as I force pushed both her and Obi-Wan back while the temple’s walls crashed down. I saw her figure fly back just before the drop and felt her gently land. There was a ship, they could leave, I would worry about myself after I killed him.

“We’re finishing this here,” I said. "I know you've been hunting me for the past months."

“You are courageous, unlike your friends,” the Sith mused. “Hateful.”

“You killed my best friend," I pointed out. "I want you to experience that same pain."

“Revenge is not the Jedi way,” he reminded. "Your confidence dilutes your ability to make rational decisions."

“I am no Jedi.”

“Then who are you? Your saber is unlike any I have ever seen, an identity successfully hidden behind a helm.”

“That’s none of your business, why have you been hunting me?” I asked. I felt the pressure of the Dark Side creeping against my mind's barriers, he was trying to invade.

“You would make a wonderful apprentice in the dark side,” Vader said. "You have already abandoned your training as a Jedi."

“I don’t side with murderers.”

“And yet you are one. I have seen your way of fighting Fugitive; you have killed countless of our troops and inquisitors.”

“Your Inquisitorious is an embarrassment, and I will never join you, not after what you did,” I called my saber to my hand, igniting it.

“Then you will die.”

There was this feeling of fear that attempted to wash over me, like he was attempting to throw me off, but I wasn't thinking about it anymore.

I ran full speed at him, force pushing myself up off the ground and into the air to try and put myself on the offensive. My blade met his right over his helmet, as he angled me back and I landed behind him. My automatic response was to try and swing for his legs, a move he evaded but had been surprised by. I knew I needed to be careful with how I played things. He would try and tire me out by just playing the defensive, but I also didn’t get that tired frow much stamina I built up during the war. Vader was also bigger, and stronger, meaning I’d need to use his weight to my advantage. I was quick, less stable, and grounded, and more agile in my movements.

We continued to take shots at each other, as he seemingly began to test me. It was a constant switch from the right to the left, bashing at each other from different angles and walking along with it. It was something Anakin and I always did, and it almost felt familiar. For whatever reason, I could feel myself getting into the rhythm Skywalker and I got into when we would train every day. After a certain point I would always switch my grip and force him to back off, and I did it purely out of muscle memory, shoving the Sith back.

“Your anger focuses you,” he commented. “Join me and I can enhance that power.”

“You killed him, the man I loved, do you truly believe I would ever consider that?”

“He is gone for a reason,” Vader said.

“He was the chosen one!” I shouted, interlocking lightsabers in a pursuit for power over the other. "You know why he lost his life?! Because he was trying to save everyone else, instead of actually caring for himself for once."

“(Y/N)."

I stumbled back immediately, hearing that name leave his mouth,

"What?"

My eyes widened beneath the visors, letting my guard down for just a moment.

It was all he needed.

I felt his immense force break through my walls and invade my mind, clawing through my memories and thoughts like a file. Not only that, but he immediately took me to the ground. It was quick, as he now straddled me, muscular thighs resting over my lower waist. Both my arms were pinned to either side with by the force, my saber in his hand.

I grunted, struggling under him and thrusting against his cod piece hoping it would make him budge but it barely made a difference. I couldn’t do a thing, as the Sith reached for my mask and pressed down on the sides. I felt it depressurize, as his gloved digits lifted it off my head, and I looked into his mask with my own eyes.

"How do you know my name?" I asked angrily as I fought underneath him to free myself.

There was no way of telling what he truly felt in that moment, holding the helm silently, breathing being the only indication he was still alive. I continued to try and do everything to get out of his grasp, but the Sith only sat there and took me in, his body heat lingering over my own. I felt like a mess, wondering where Ahsoka and Obi-Wan might be right now, realizing why Anakin lost his life to this man. I didn’t know how he knew my name, my real name, the one that no one had called me in months. I was fully pinned down, not giving up until I saw him reach for his own helmet.

"What are you do—"

My throat ran dry, amber eyes piercing through my body like a blade.

"Anakin."

It was him, with brown hair that held golden streaks just above his armor.

"(Y/N)."

Hearing his voice sent a shiver down my entire back, as I shuddered underneath him.

“I thought you died—they said Vader killed you—" there were tears welling up in my eyes, looking up at him.

“I am alive."

“Why did you turn?"

“The Jedi council was using us, Obi-Wan lied to me about Padme (Y/N), they were having an affair. But you know that already.”

“Obi Wan told us,” I trailed off.

“I know.”

“Do you plan to kill me?”

“No, that was never my intent," he emphasized lowly.

“So, what will you do?” I questioned.

“After separating myself from the order, I reflected much upon it,” Anakin started. "And came to terms with several of my mistakes."

“What mistakes?”

Still straddling me Anakin leaned down, placing his hands by either sides of my head and lowering himself to my ear.

“I was blindly dating filthy senator, when I had the love of my life right next to me the entire time."

"What do you mean?" I emphasized each word, my abdomen tensing as he got so close to me.

"There wasn't a day that went by that I didn't think of my future and imagine you by my side. I told myself it was our strong bond causing me to think of you constantly, due to the amount of time we spent together, but now, I feel completely different."

"Anakin," my heart was racing, as he continued to whisper into my ear.

"Maker, I missed you so much."

He was just trying to be friendly, that's all this was.

"Now, I know you are not that naive," he let out a deep chuckle, reading my mind.

"Is this your way of coercing me into joining the dark side?" I said softly, trying to play it off.

"There is no need to coerce you (Y/N), your heart is already doing all the work," Anakin told me. "All there is to do is to make up for lost time."

"No.."

"Continuing to deny it is only stalling the inevitable," he spoke in a playful way. "Your hatred towards the one you believed to be my killer only proves it more."

"I—" I cut myself off, as Anakin moved his head, now right over mine.

"What is it?" he asked me, his golden eyes flicking from my lips up to my eyes in quick fashion.

I gave in, nodding to his silent question and feeling the force lift off my hands.

Anakin pressed his lips to mine as I lifted my head up and met him midway. His robotic hand came down to my waist, the other combing through my hair as he helped hold my head steady. It was delicate and prepared, goosebumps crawling over my skin as his weight pressed me onto the cold temple floors. He was an expert in the way he worked around my mouth, the first time I had ever kissed anyone to begin with.

To think such a sacred place would be ruined due to our own shenanigans.

A Jedi and a Sith, making out in a temple with no care for sentiment.

His lips were chapped yet soft, and the more breaths we took between kissing the more swollen they became. Anakin didn’t seem to care though, continuing to go down on my neck allowing me to breath. He wasn’t going too far, but it was enough for the occasion, leaving marks I that wouldn’t leave for days.

It was madness.

Everything around us screamed in pleasure, the force happily chiming along with the two sides agreeing on something, even if it wasn’t an argument. Anakin had changed, and I couldn’t decide if it was for better or for worse.

If only those two could see me now, making love to the man that we had been running from for months. The copious amounts of rage had turned to attraction in a blink of an eye, rejoicing in his presence as my hand pressed against his tunic and I felt his abdomen underneath the fabric. He was such light and yet the darkness itself, drowning me in it as we sunk into a pool of ecstasy.

The cold stone floors were soon heated, as the temple grew humid and we both simultaneously agreed to take our tops off. It was the definition of multitasking, as I took off his armor and tunic, leaving behind a black pair of pants, and his boots. With the force he slipped my top off, gaining access to my collar bone and gracing it with his mouth. There was a possessive feeling in the air, as he took in my body for the first time with his own eyes as I did to him.

"You are so beautiful, it is intoxicating."

I felt myself smiling, sitting up and wrapping my arms around his neck, the both of us kissing deeply. This was it, holding our breath as we enjoyed one another, but the force was warning the both of us.

The temple shook, I almost forgot it was collapsing.

"We need to escape before we become trapped inside," Anakin said. "My ship is outside."

"And you assume I'm coming?"

"I know you are."

I laughed, acknowledging his foresight. We put on our clothes hurriedly yet thoroughly, as someone trained to handle life or death would. In truth, that was what we stood for, as Jedi and Sith both came together as one, in ways that would be frowned upon.

Except we didn't care.

We weren't denying it any longer.

Back in business since the recent Ahsoka episode. Hope you all enjoyed!

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´Like a date ?’ Part 2

Part 1 , Part 2 (this one) , Part 3

House md!James Wilson x reader

summary: when House invites Wilson's crush on a date for revenge or when Wilson falls madly in love with a member of House's team

TW: House being house, mention of failed marriages and divorce, some house’s jokes and for this story I don’t mention the presence of Cameron, the reader being the main female character in the House team.

(ok I definitely imagine Izzie as my character physically, but that's just a suggestion)

Remember:

Y/n : Your Name

Y/F : Your Family name

h/c : your Hair Color

sorry for the grammar mistakes, enjoy!

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30 minutes.

30 freaking minutes since you had been waiting for him.

When House unexpectedly suggested going out tonight with you this morning, you were surprised; it really wasn't his style, so you became cautious.

Why on earth would House want to go out with you tonight?

He then mentioned needing company for the event he had to attend, claiming it was mandatory—a lame excuse that you obviously didn't buy.

"But isn't Wilson available tonight?"

You knew their duo was inseparable under normal circumstances, so for Wilson to refuse to accompany him seemed suspicious.

"He's busy tonight... Well, listen, if you really don't want to come..."

He played the victim card, portraying poor House who had no friends to accompany him tonight.

...And you fell right into it.

"No, no, I never said I didn't want to come, I'm just trying to gather information and-"

"Alright, tonight at my place at 7:30, don't be late" he suddenly said, his vitality restored, then swiftly left the office without giving me a chance to finish my sentence.

That's how you found yourself on a Friday night at 8:05, desperately waiting for your boss outside his house.

Leaning against your car, you checked your watch for the hundredth time.

Since you didn't even have time to ask, you didn't know what to wear. Monster Trucks... How does one dress for such an event?

You ended up choosing a simple black jeans, a long-sleeved top of the same color with a V-neck, and a dark brown leather jacket to keep warm. Your hair was down and starting to tangle in the wind.

8:10

Did House stand you up? No, he's cynical, sarcastic, and his humor isn't for everyone, but House isn't mean.

What if this was a bad joke? You quickly dismissed that thought.

House just needed someone for tonight, that's all.

Still, you wondered why your oncology doctor couldn't accompany him; it wasn't like him to leave a friend alone. But who were you to know how he is?

8:14, if House didn't show up by 8:20, you were definitely leaving.

Anyway, you were curious about where Wilson was spending his evening.

House mentioned he was busy; it must be something important. A date? But with whom?

As far as you knew, alias what House told you (of course, with no innuendos), the doctor wasn't seeing anyone at the moment—not that you cared, but it was surprising.

But as your boss said, Wilson excels at many things but has no luck with relationships.

You sighed in frustration, 8:16, four more minutes and you were gone.

Do you enjoy Wilson's company? Yes.

Do you find him cute? Yes.

Have you had a secret crush on him since the first day you saw him? Yes.

Do you struggle to understand how such an incredible and kind man could be alone? Yes.

But were you going to do anything about it? No.

You appreciate Wilson, sure, you wanted more than just colleagues, but as stubborn and confident as you are, you didn't have the strength and courage to ask him out.

Wilson was the head of the oncology department and a renowned doctor in the hospital whom everyone liked. He liked you too, but not in the same way.

Even though House keeps teasing you with remarks and innuendos, deep down, you knew Wilson clearly wasn't interested in you, and it wasn't worth ruining a friendship between colleagues over a simple date.

8:18, you were going to kill House if he didn't come out of that apartment.

Just as you were about to leave, grabbing your car keys, you heard a door lock and saw House stepping out of his apartment.

"50 minutes!" you exclaimed.

"It's been 50 minutes since I've been waiting for you. I don't think you realize how rude it is to keep someone waiting for so long. I mean, have you seen the ti-"

"Get in the back," he said, pulling out a keychain.

Still shocked and angry, you didn't understand what he was getting at.

"Excuse me?"

Beep beep.

A motorcycle, please tell me this is a joke, you think.

"We're not really going on a motorcycle, are we?"

"Why not? Do you have a problem with my baby? Don't worry; there's no way you're driving it."

"But, I mean, your leg, how?"

He rolled his eyes.

"Are you coming or not? We're already late."

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You dismounted from the motorcycle and waited for him to take his cane out of its case before leaving.

"So, this is where it happens," you began, looking at numerous trucks of all colors with strange paintings in front of you, they were huge and some were completely destroyed.

Well, you didn't have to be a genius to understand that you knew nothing about all this, but you made an effort for House; he had invited you, after all.

"yes, the sacred temple of Monster Trucks!" House replied cheerfully.

You rarely saw him so happy.

"Let's go then! We have a meeting in 5 minutes in front of the cotton candy stand."

"A meeting? But we're already here, and the show starts in at least 15/20 minutes..."

House turned towards you, a playful and mischievous smile on his face, a sign that he was proud of his move.

"Oh, did I forget to mention that we're not alone tonight?" he said with a voice that pretended to be innocent.

You blinked twice, not quite sure you understood everything.

"Oops, I can be really absent-minded sometimes," he added, putting a hand over his mouth. He started to head towards the entrance.

"W-wait," you tried to catch up with him.

"I don't understand, does that mean you invited me from the start, saying you were alone when in reality you weren't?"

"Uh, yes."

"But why, I mean why invite me and who are these people, do I know them? House, I'm warning you, if you're getting me into some shady plan..."

He stopped and turned towards you.

"I invited you because I'm in love with you."

You stopped talking for two seconds, looking at him, his serious gaze fixed on you.

"Cut the shit House."

He rolled his eyes.

"Normally, this is supposed to work and shut you up longer, darn it."

"Do I at least know these people, House?"

He sighed, continuing to walk and putting on his 'Monster Truck' cap.

"You'll see, come on, let's move."

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Wilson's POV:

I had been waiting there with Ben for 30 minutes. House was, of course, late as usual.

I glanced at my watch one last time and sighed in despair.

I looked at my friend next to me, devouring a hot dog; at least he didn't seem to be complaining.

I wondered if House had really invited someone tonight, and if so, who on earth would have accepted to come with him on a Friday night at the last minute?

I made a mental list of names, but I couldn't think of anyone capable of coming to see Monster Trucks in the company of House.

Had he paid someone, an actor... no, that wasn't House's style... was it?

Suddenly, I finally saw him coming from afar, but I didn't see anyone next to him.

When I spotted a silhouette I knew all too well.

"Wow, who's the babe next to House?" Ben whistled beside me.

I shot him a cold look that he didn't notice, too busy looking at the young woman in front of us: Y/n.

House, I'm going to kill you...

They approached us, and I finally saw her face. She looked slightly surprised to see me at first, but quickly caught herself and gave me a warm smile.

God, her smile...

She was very beautiful, with her leather jacket and black jeans that accentuated but not too much her curves. Her h/c hair cascaded down her shoulders, framing her face perfectly.

To say she wasn't a 'babe,' to quote Ben, would be a lie.

She was beautiful, young, and elegant. But it wasn't just for these reasons that I had a crush on her for the past 4 months.

She's also an excellent doctor, always very serious, ready to help her patients. Working for House requires patience, which she has, in addition to being one of the kindest and sweetest person I've ever met.

She never complains about work; she's one of the few people who can stand up to House and not let herself be pushed around. And her perfume...

Well, yes, I was falling for her, a little bit…

"Wilson, as promised, my guest for tonight," House began proudly.

"I think you already know Doctor Y/F, don't you?" he continued, giving me a look full of innuendos and challenge.

I was going to kill him...

"Um, yes, of course, good evening, Doctor Y/F," I said, stepping closer to shake her hand.

She approached, shook my hand, and replied, "Good evening. You know, you can call me Y/n outside of work," she said, smiling timidly, her h/c strands falling slightly on the sides of her face.

My god...

"And Y/n, this is Patrick, Wilson's friend," House continued, nodding towards Ben.

"In fact, it's B-"

"Anyway, shouldn't we get going?" House cut in, taking another sip of his soda.

I stopped listening to him; I was looking at Y/n in front of me. She seemed to be observing the surrounding buildings. She was so beautiful, but she seemed not to even realize it, as if she didn't mean to drive me crazy with every little gesture.

Suddenly, she turned her face and looked at me. She saw that I was admiring her.

I didn't even look away; I stared right into her eyes, and her cheeks blushed slightly.

We stared at each other like that for a few seconds before House, with a mischievous smile, looked between us and said:

"Alright, let's go people”

The evening was going to be long, very long, and complicated...

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Alright my honey pops, I've managed to find a solution. After my desperate message yesterday, I started thinking, and I decided to divide this story into 3 parts. It seems simpler and better to me because otherwise, part 2 would have been too long. Plus, it gives me a bit more time to finish the 3rd part. So, I'll keep a bit of suspense 🫢… Anyway, thank you for all the support; I don't think you realize how much it can help an author gain confidence. I hope you enjoyed it!!

Tags: @x-uno , @marauderingpaige , @ieatbarsoap , @silverwillow67 , @totallynottrinn

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giveamadeuschohisownmovie · 4 months

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LIE: Kaguya-Sama: Rich boy and poor girl both love and plot against each other

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shiorimakibawrites · 2 months

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Idea: Port in a Storm (The Punisher)

These are rough notes and therefore subject to change.

Feedback and suggestions are welcome.

Pairing: Frank Castle x Reader

You live in the mountains of Colorado with SON and DAUGHTER in the house that you and your deceased HUSBAND build.

HUSBAND died before the Snap, while you were pregnant with DAUGHTER.

The SNAP didn’t spare your family: YOUNGER SISTER was dusted along with LAWYER, the husband of your OLDER SISTER.

YOUNGER SISTER was pregnant when it happened – after YOUNGER SISTER and your brother-in-law MECHANIC have trying for years to have another child and suffered miscarriages or stillbirths in their attempts – which makes her loss 7 months in a pregnancy that had seemed to be going well particularly devastating to MECHANIC.

You often worry about MECHANIC, hoping he doesn’t do drastic from his pain and leave your NIECE without her father as well as her mother.

One day, during a very nasty thunderstorm – one bad enough to knock out your power – there comes a knock on your door. The arrival is Frank Castle, using an alias, asking to use your phone as his truck has broken down. Unfortunately your phone is dead

You are leery of letting a stranger in your house but it is too dangerous for the man to spend the night in his broken truck. Tornadoes had been reported nearby. He could die if another one touched down here. So you let him stay until morning.

Technically you had a rifle and you knew how to shot. But you had never shot another person, just animals. And animals only to protect your pets or the animals on your father’s ranch.

Joke that your house is a small zoo with a couple of dogs, cats, rabbits, birds, and fish. Your kids are very fond of animals and sometimes people dump unwanted pets – mostly dogs – out here.

Maybe HUSBAND was a veterinarian.

Despite seemingly gruff demeanor and scruff appearance, Frank is very sweet and gentle with DAUGHTER, who is terrified of the storm. SON is also scared but is trying to pretend otherwise since he’s ‘the man of the house, gotta to protect Mama and SISTER since Daddy is in heaven.’

You call BROTHER-IN-LAW in the morning, who is a mechanic. He agrees to bring his tow truck up the mountain to take a look at and possibly haul the truck down to town for repairs. BROTHER-IN-LAW can fix it but it will take a couple of days.

The only hotel in town was damaged by the storm so Frank has limited places to stay for those few days. Since he had already spent one night at your place, you agreed to let him stay at your place.

Before you head back up the mountain with your guest, the first murder is discovered.

Murder is part of a conspiracy. You were a lawyer and someone with a grudge from your legal work is looking for revenge:

(1) family law where you represented a battered wife during a very ugly divorce, crazy ex-husband holds you responsible for the lost of his wife and children, your client has been in the wind since the divorce was granted

(2) you were a prosecutor who put several gang members in prison. They took advantage of the Snap to escape from prison and have so far evaded capture. Due to a screw up, you haven’t been warned of the threat

(3) some combination where the crazy ex was in a gang and the family law attorney is one of the early victims.

Frank is soon in Protective Mode, especially when it becomes obvious that bad guys are willing to kill children and are threatening DAUGHTER and SON. Possibly also the others in your family, especially the vulnerable children – NIECE as well as OLDER SISTER’S two boys.

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kazenokox22 · 7 months

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part 1 - freedom

scaramouche x reader synopsis: you are an escaped prisoner from snezhnaya who was tested on extensively. you take on an alias as you escape to the sumeru akademiya to start a new life. during your studies you come across an eccentric man who seems oddly familiar… setting: this takes place after the events of the scaramouche/wanderer interlude quest, as lore accurate as possible except for your character. topics: romance, slow burn, lost memories, past trauma, adventure, revenge note: this is written in first person but still meant to be for the reader :)

Freedom was something I thought I would never experience again.

I’ve been traveling south, desperately trying to shake off the chill of my former home. Although, “home” isn’t really what I would call it - prison is more fitting. Or ice-covered hell.

Snezhnaya is nothing like it was when I was a child. Of course, I was locked up for eternity, and I can say that because it has been more years than any human could ever live. Something they did to me stopped me from aging. I quit wishing for death a few hundred years ago or so, and I also stopped counting the years.

I paused my hike as I approached my destination. I scanned over the giant, beautiful tree that was in front of me. The greenery I had already experienced through Sumeru was stunning, but what lay before me was magnificent. Maybe it was the twinge of hope tugging at my chest making me sensitive. Either way, I trudged on.

Ironically, being locked up by scientists made me yearn for knowledge. I wanted to outsmart them to escape, but I’ve always been naturally curious. I knew about the Akademiya before… well, when I was young. But, I also heard tons about it from my captors. I knew this was my destination a long time ago.

Getting enrolled ended up being way easier than I thought. During my journey I met a mysterious woman, Lisa. We were passing through the same village and she came up to me in the tavern.

“Hello, may I sit?” the voice woke me from my trance. I looked up to see a beautiful woman smiling at me, curiosity and a hint of something I can’t really describe poking through her emerald eyes.

“Yes, go ahead,” I said, shaking off my confusion. I half-smiled while she sat. I waited.

She studied me briefly.

“You’ve been traveling for a while haven’t you? You poor thing,” she murmured. She looked sincere, but it didn’t really seem like it was pity that filled her words. She seemed amused.

“Yes,” I answered. I was being cautious - I didn’t really need to talk to many people to get by. There was still a chance they would come looking for me, but they had gotten bored with me long ago. I doubt they would bother.

I realized the silence had gone on too long. I noticed her Electro Vision. Mondstadt.

“I’m heading to Sumeru City - to the Akademiya,” I decided it was a normal thing to be doing.

She smiled. “Of course,” she leaned in, “but I think classes have already started.”

I tensed. Her tone was skeptical. What did she know? I hadn’t fully figured out my change in identity. I needed to stay hidden as I was supposed to be dead according to official records. Unofficially… my captors could find me. I haven’t decided if I’m worth their time but I would rather not risk it. I don’t think they would actively seek me out but if they happened to come across me…

She noticed my tension.

“I apologize, I am not here to interrogate you. My name is Lisa, an Akademiya Alumni,” she then lowered her voice, “I’m simply venturing a curiosity of mine, off the record,” she winked.

“Nice to meet you,” I replied. “What is this curiosity?”

She changed the subject. “How are you able to start this late in the year? The Akademiya has very strict rules about that kind of thing,” she said. She knew the answer, yet she asked anyway.

Was it that obvious that I was out of place? I knew this would be a problem when I got there, I just wasn’t expecting to think about it now. The Akademiya has strict entrance requirements, and I don’t even have a real identity at this point.

Wait, she totally ignored my question.

“What are you getting at?” I demanded.

“Let’s just say I have a sixth sense for those who are… gifted. Let’s also say that I don’t care what their real name is or where they came from. They love me at the Akademiya,” she stood up and headed for the door. “See you in the morning!” she called and then she was gone.

Maybe she was just crazy. I was very confused on what she was talking about, but I sensed power in her. I decided I would humor her, and headed off to bed.

In the morning, I went to the same table from last night. The tavern was empty, as expected. There was an envelope on the table. I opened it carefully - I had a feeling it was from Lisa. It was full of documents. They all listed the same name:

Zena Silva

It had birth records, school transcripts, medical documents, and a copy of a Sumeru Akademiya acceptance letter. I swallowed my gasp and rushed out the door.

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We All Go A Little Mad Sometimes Pt. 1 of 2

Incel!Perv!Jonathan Byers x Dark!Latina!Reader

Angst/Smut : Dark Fic : Enemies to Lovers : College AU

Summary: You ask for Jonathan’s to embark on a road trip with you to terrorize a girl you’re seeking revenge on. Meanwhile, Jonathan has plans to blackmail you to assert ‘his power’ over you via the advice of his incel community. Things go south in his plan, once he meets your enemy who happens to be a familiar someone.

Word Count: 4.8k+

A/N: I wrote this fic because I was inspired by a post in the Jonathan Byers smut tag and it gave me this idea that I thought could be fun. This will is a End of The Fucking World-esque Plotline. It’ll be somewhat modern with modern language. It’s a 2 parter and part 2 will be posted pretty quickly because I’ve written a bunch of fics that I’ve been pushing out. I intended the Reader to have a similar personality to Maddy Perez from Euphoria. This will have dark humor mixed in with some hot content. This has Jonathan’s POV (darkened/italic are his thoughts) throughout the story but it’s mostly in 2nd POV. Part 2 Here

Warnings: this is fucked up, perv!reader, yandere!reader, reader and Jonathan are both batshit insane, incel community and toxic language, bi!reader, pining, sexual tension, misogyny, gatekeeping, dark humor, cheerleader!reader, dom!reader, sub!jonathan, use of ‘papi’, handjob, oral sex (f receiving), bonded hands (via scrunchie), ass worship, anal play/sex, degradation kink, fingering, cumming in pants, minor praise kink, dry humping, kissing, all characters over 18, jonathan is a virgin until he isn’t 😉😉, reader is given the alias ‘Babydoll’ which is used throughout the fic instead of Y/N

*Jonathan’s POV*

Morning, readers. This is Jonathan’s daily words. I just wanted start off by saying…When I graduated, I thought the days of social cliques, petty rumors, and caring for reputations were all over. I felt that all were left behind when I stepped into the ‘real world’ . I was so wrong. College was no different. It wasn’t only a place for the intelligent. You had your jocks and cheerleaders who were lucky enough to obtain sports scholarships, rich brats with parents that paid their way in, and then the worse of them all…attention whores. The ones that swear they’re intelligent and top of the class.

This girl at my university is the perfect example of all 3. Cheerleader, rich, and whore. I call her “Babydoll” because she’s just as plastic and fake as one. I hate her with my every brain cell. Girls like her were only trouble. They use people to get what they want. It works in her favor every fucking time because she’s “pretty”. She’s average at best. Yet, people always fall for her. The weak-minded ones, anyway.

Us, though, we see through the shit. That’s what makes us better than anyone in this godforsaken planet. That’s what’ll make us rule this earth someday. Before I go, I challenge you all today. Do something that you believe’ll make a difference. That way we’ll be one step closer to that future molded by us.

—————

Jonathan signs off, preparing to head to his first class of the day. The one he shared with you. Although, he despised you, he also found you quite fascinating. You were great writing material for his journals and his followers seemed to be a fan of you as well.

Jonathan enters the classroom, noticing a frat brother sat right in his seat. He stares at the burly man. The man staring back.

“That’s my seat.” Jonathan says. His voice so monotone it was hard to tell he was angry.

“There aren’t any assigned seats, dork. Find another.” The frat boy dismisses him.

Jonathan clenches his jaw, seething and staring at the man one last time before choosing another seat. He can hear his fellow peers whispering behind his back calling him ‘sociopathic’ and ‘psychotic’.

“Did you see his eyes? He looked like he was gonna kill you?” One peer says.

“Maybe he’s killed before.” The other would say.

He tunes them out. This is the kind of insufferable shit I’ve got to deal with every day. He growls to himself. Jonathan’s thoughts cease to exist the moment you finally walk into the classroom. His eyes following your every move. You sat in the row beside him, two seat up so that you were in front of the class. Attention whores loved to sit in the front to be teacher’s pet. Clearly, she’s teacher’s pet. Each day of class, the professor won’t keep his eyes off of her, staring down her shirt she wore to show off her body. I’m sure they’re fucking each others brains out. He was considered a ‘Chad’ and that’s exactly the type she’d prey after. Jonathan thoughts are once again interrupted when he sees you whip your head around in his direction. In fact, the entire class was looking directly at him.

“Jonathan Byers.” The professor calls out.

Jonathan recognizing that his name was being called for attendance but he’d been so distracted by you. The professor has already called his name twice by now. Redness creeped up on his cheeks. “Here.” He says.

The students stifled chuckles as they turned their attention back to the front of the room. His eyes shift back to you. You were still looking at him, smirking then turning away. It was as if you knew your effect on him.

—————

After class, Jonathan stopped by for some lunch at the food court area. He sat to himself, reading his manga and occasionally taking bites of his food. He didn’t have much friends or friends at all. The nerds in his photography club didn’t count as true friends. His friends were online. A community of them that shared his belief.

He found himself so immersed in the story, he hadn’t recognized you standing there for at least 10 seconds, looking down at him. His eyes dart up at you, lowering the manga.

You point at the single, empty chair at his table. “This seat taken?” You smile.

There was that sickeningly evil smile you loved to shoot others to get what you wanted. It was brain rotting. Jonathan worried if he stared at you any longer that he’s burst to ash.

Nonetheless, Jonathan shook his head as a ‘no’, giving you the permission to sit. You plopped your tray on the table and took a seat, eyes squinting at the book he held in his hand.

“I love that manga. Great taste.” You complimented him but in Jonathan’s eyes you might as well have called him an idiot.

He scoffed. “You read manga?”

“Yep.”

“Name three.”

“Are you really gonna quiz me on this?” You’re the one to scoff now, crossing your arms.

Jonathan remains quiet but his expression lets you know that he meant it.

You sighed. “Banana Fish, Akira, Parasyte.”

Shit. All the ones I like, too. No way did she learn that on her own. Some nerd probably taught her that so she can pick up more nerds to do her homework. She only sat here to seduce me for just that reason.

You study Jonathan’s face noticing the inner conflict within himself, you smirked. “Are you realizing that you like the mangas that most manga readers already know? How does it feel being basic?”

“You came here to pick on me? Take a number.” Jonathan bites hard into the baby carrot, underlining his creeping anger.

“No,” Your voice soft and sweet. “I genuinely would like to get to know you. I’m Y/N, by the way.”

“I know.”

“How?”

Jonathan gazes at her, incredulously. “We have History together.”

“I know I’m just teasing, Jonathan.”

His body freezes at the sound of his name on your lips. It was the first time he’d heard you say it. It sent blood flowing to an area that he really wished wouldn’t awaken at this moment.

“I just wanted to formally introduce myself,” You continued. “We haven’t talked once and this semester’s almost over. I didn’t want it to end before we could speak since i don’t think anyone will be in town for winter break.”

“What could we possibly talk about that we’d have in common?”

You shot him a bored look, picking up his manga as an answer. “And I’m sure there is so much more. Hey, why don’t we study for that final together? It could be fun.”

“I’m fine. Thank you.”

You lean in, breath tickling his lips and eyes locked on one another’s. “Trust me. It’ll be fun.”

Jonathan swallowed hard. He should say no. He declined perfectly fine before but with your apple-scented shampoo wafting in the air, he couldn’t think clearly.

“O-okay, but we’re not doing anything.”

You threw your head back in laughter, leaning back in your chair. You cocked your head to the side. “What kind of girl do you take me for?” You hold a hand up as if held under oath. “Estaré en mi mejor conducta.”

He hoped that meant that you promising to leave him be. He couldn’t imagine you coming over to his place. You were clearly teasing.

“Tonight at 8. At your dorm?” You asked.

“Why not yours?”

“My roommate’s asked for some privacy for tonight. The ‘sock on the door’ thing, ya know. I walked in on her one time. Saw some really freaky ass shit. Never again. So I’m pretty much out of my door from 8-9. I figure maybe that would be my opportunity to study with a new buddy.” You nudged him with your elbow before checking the time on your watch. “Well, gotta go to my next class. I’ll see you tonight.”

Waving, you gathered your things and left him alone once again. He was surprised that you were comfortable enough to even approach him to behin with and now you two had a study date. Had she been replaced by an alien?

—————

Evening, fellas. So the Babydoll decided to approach me while I was peacefully reading my favorite manga and she’s all, “I’d like to come over to your place to… ‘study’.” And like a fucking simp I said “Yes.” You see that’s the thing with venomous women like Babydoll, you let ‘em too close and you’re suddenly not thinking straight. They’re like fucking witches. So, I come before you as humbled as can be. As a fellow member of this community. How should I stop this brainwashing from continuing any further? How do I give myself the strength to pry myself from her hex?

*comments*

Brosbeforehoes67 actually this could be good.

HeManWomanHaters yea maybe you can finally get some from that slut

Nice_guysfinishlast all in favor for Johnny to take the bitch by her reigns, say I 🙋‍♂️

Allwhoresarewitches just say yes to anything she says now maybe it’ll work in your favor

Jonathan smiles wickedly at the responses, amused by the suggestions. Most ranging from silly to outright violent. He hears a knock at his front door. That was weird. He wasn’t expecting a visitor so soon.

Answering the door, you stood right in his doorway wearing your skimpy cheer costume. Jonathan could feel the front of his pants begin to tighten, heart pounding at an alarmingly dangerous rate. He need to sit down soon or he could faint.

“What are you doing here?” He asks as unfazed as he could.

“I know I’m like an hour and a half early but I did try to change before I got here from practice. Roommate decided to start the fun early so no access to decent clothes. I had nowhere else to go and knowing you don’t take night classes on Thursdays so I came here.”

“How do you know my schedule?” He inquires.

“U-um…well, I saw your planner opened up on the table during lunch. I’m a little perceptive you could say. Let me in? Por favor.”

He shakes a hand through his hair, frizzing it up in frustration then reluctantly moves to the side and lets you in.

Your eyes surveyed up and down the room. “You have a dorm to yourself?”

“For now,” Jonathan answered. “They haven’t found me a roommate yet.”

“Lucky you.” You lead yourself to his bedroom much to his chagrin.

“Hey, that’s off limits. We could study out here in the living room.”

You ignore his protests, taking him by his hand and leading him into the bedroom. You have him sit on the edge of his bed along with you, throwing your backpack down between you.

“Shall we begin?” You say, rummaging through your bag.

“B-begin what?”

“Studying, mi amor.”

Did she just call me her ‘love’? This could just be another one of her temptress tactics.

“Right.”

He takes the textbook on the shelf beside him, opening it to the chapter you both were meant to study.

“First question is…Who was the first president of the United States?” You read.

“What? No way. That’s too easy. Is that really one of the questions?” Jonathan skims his notes.

You burst out laughing at his confusion. “Kidding. Boy, you really can’t pick up a joke.”

“It’s hard to do so when your a girl. I don’t understand girl humor.”

“The hell is ‘girl humor’? It’s just a joke.”

“That’s subjective.” He retorts.

“Maybe,” You shrug. Then all of a sudden, you began to violently cough into the long sleeve of your cheer crop top. “You think you could make me some tea. It could really help my throat. It’s sooo sore.”

Probably from blowing the teacher. Jonathan rolls his eyes. The quicker he follows your command, the faster he’d get through this study session and report back to the guys. “Fine. Wait here.” He grumbles, leaving the room.

Little did Jonathan know that this was all a ploy to buy you some time to look through his accessible computer. The tabs were still open. You knew this would be fun.

—————

Jonathan walks back into the room and he nearly dropped the hot tea cup onto the ground. He stood there paralyzed but he had to make a move or else you’d see too much.

“Look, I can explain.”

“Babydoll? That’s the best you could come up with,” Your sickeningly sweet voice now low and sultry. “By the way, this…” You gestures to your boobs and body. “Is all real. No plastic here, mi amor. And ‘average at best’? In your fucking dreams, maybe.”

“I-I…” Jonathan can barely form a sentence.

You stood up slowly from the computer chair, eye contact not breaking from his. Every step forward you took, he took backward until he ended up hitting a wall, a drop of hot tea splashing out its cup onto the carpet.

You looked down at it then up at him again with a wicked smile. “I’ll just take this from your hands. Wouldn’t want you making anymore of a mess?”

You placed the cup on the shelf beside you, pressing your body against his and he gasps. “Look at you. You’re trembling,” Her fingertips glide down his flannel shirt. “Haven’t had a touch from a woman before, have you? Such a shame. You are quite handsome.”

“You’re strange.” He says, trying to gain his confidence but his wavering tone couldn’t fool you.

“I’m strange? You’re the one who pretended like you hated me when you secretly want to fuck me,” You wrapped a hand around his throat. “You can’t stop thinking about me. It makes you so mad that I’m fucking the teacher and not taking your cock instead.”

“You’re wrong. I don’t want to fuck you. I know you’re just trying to use me and hurt me.”

“That’s exactly…” You cupped his erection for emphasis eliciting a small yelp from him. “…what I want to do to you.”

“I didn’t mean it that way.”

“Does it matter?” You rolled your eyes.

“What do you want from me? Why are you suddenly interested in me? Then, you invade my privacy and your touching me like this. We said nothing will happen.”

“Nothing will happen. But if you wish for me to let you go. I can, papi.”

You were trying to kill him. That was it.

“Ask me to let you go and I will.” You rephrased.

“I c-can’t.”

“Why?” Your voice returns to its saccharine state.

“Because I…I—”

“Like it?” You suggested.

“I don’t know.” He whimpers as you begin to palm him through his pants. He stares up at the ceiling, relishing in the feeling of you pressed against him taking up his oxygen with your intoxicating scent.

“You’re smart,” You yank yourself away. Hands no longer wrapped around his throat and his hardness. “Figure it out. Until then, I won’t touch you any further. But I did have a method to my madness.”

Jonathan lowers his eyes, back to reality. “What?”

“You have all this hatred towards women, right? Maybe I can give you your first victim to practice this out.”

“What do you mean?”

You exhaled deeply, dropping yourself on his bed again. “There’s this girl. We used to be…close. But then she fucking left me high and dry and betrayed me. I hadn’t seen her on a year. We went to different universities but, winter break, I’ll be able to see her again. She’s lives in Hawkins. I once lived there, too. And you as well, right?”

“Yeah?” He says in a confused tone.

“You’re wondering how I know that. Well, I guess I should come clean about myself, too. That way we have no more secrets between us. I’ve been watching you reeeaal close.”

“So, in other words, you’ve been stalking me.” Jonathan teases only to be surprised by your answer.

“Yes. I have.”

“Well, let’s just say that I get kind of intense when there’s someone I really like.”

“Y-you like me?”

“I do. I thought fucking the teacher would get you jealous enough to do something but I guess I must accept that you just aren’t the assertive type. That’s okay. I can be that for the both of us.”

Jonathan’s world felt like it was spiraling. This felt like a fever dream. No way could this be real.

“Anyway, I’m going to Hawkins for the break and I want us to travel together. We’re going to break into that puta’s house and we’re going to fuck with her mind.”

“And why would I help you?”

“Because I know you want to,” Her voice becomes menacing. “Also, I may like you, but I will take you down. I have pictures of your disgusting posts. I will share them with the entire college population and end you.”

Jonathan is speechless.

“Shall we resume our studies?”

—————

Hey, readers. Let me tell you a story. Stop me if this sounds familiar. Ice Queen reveals herself to be infatuated with an invisible misfit. Then, she asks you to join her on a trip to attack her lesbian lover as retaliation for breaking her heart. There’s a possible chance of violence maybe even…murder.

*comments*

redchevy1972 all girls are either sluts or lesbians

mangaover_comics is that the plot to jennifer’s body? never seen it but that megan fox is surely a 10

incelsarelaw86 *mangaover_comics she’s about an 8. too hairy for me. if this is about Babydoll, Johnny boy, you’ve gotta make her your personal sex slave

luigiisunderrated *incelsarelaw86 yea or he could expose her for the crazy whore she is maybe blackmail her into doing sexual favors for you

Maybe there was some way he could turn the situation around so that he’s have the power over you. This winter break trip was just what Jonathan needed. This would be his big break. In his eyes, he’ll go down in the history books of man.

—————

Finals had come and gone. Jonathan found out you’d passed with a grade higher than his. That pissed him off so badly that he knew that he had to control his power on you soon or he just might focus his rage in more harmful outlets.

His rage was silent but you’d caught onto it, glancing at him as he drove. It was finally winter break now so your plans for Hawkins was in full motion. You wanted to enjoy the trip with your new love but you were getting irritated at his behavior towards you.

“Qué pasa? What’s got your knots in twists?”

“Nothing. I’d like to have a peaceful drive to Hawkins. It’s going to be a long one and I don’t wish to argue.”

“You’re such a child,” You groaned. “Is it because you caught me speaking with the teacher today? I promise it was innocent.”

“No. For the last time, I don’t care if you sleep with the teacher. You and I are not even friends.” Jonathan feels as if the air has been sucked out of the car. You grow quiet in a bubbling rage.

“You…” You say through clenched. Jonathan awaits an explosion of fury instead there’s an explosion of tears. “You are such a dickhead.”

Jonathan darts his eyes between the road and you in a panic. “Hey, wait, don’t cry. I’m sorry, okay.”

You continued to sob in your hands, your words muffled by them but Jonathan can hear things like ‘why won’t you love me’ and ‘asshole’.

“I’ll seriously give you anything you want if you please stop crying.”

“Anything?” Her head pops up.

It was all an act! The fuck is wrong with this girl?

“Yes. Anything reasonable.” He adds.

“Well, we have been driving for nearly 3 whole hours. We’ve got to get some rest.” You advised.

“We agree on rest stops on every 6th hour.”

“6 hours is kind outrageous, dude. We need a break,” You point. “There’s motel right there. We can check in.”

“Fine.” He enters the parking lot of the motel and positions his car in a space. You both made your way to the front counter.

“How can I help you?” The man asks.

“Two—”

“One room please. The one with a king bed.”

“What?”

“Anything, remember?”

Jonathan crosses his arms. She was obviously not letting him live that down for the remainder of the trip.

When you got to your room, you immediately dropped your bag and dropped your whole body on the bed, shoes kicked off. You pretended to make snow angels, sinking deeper into the soft mattress.

“Ahhh, this will be nice.”

Just as Jonathan began to remove his jacket, you pull him by the hand and yanked him up onto the mattress, too.

“Jump with me.” You jumps and circles around Jonathan.

“So, I’m the child, was it?” He asks, referring to your comment earlier.

“Will you stop having a stick up your ass and join me?” You continued to bounce taking his hands to urge him with you. Soon, he found himself jumping forcefully and then involuntarily.

It felt lighthearted and fun, spinning, bouncing, and laughing with one another. You’d almost forgotten that you were here for anything but wholesome actions. Then, some damning evidence falls out of his pockets and your mind is back on its goal.

You scrambled for the items that fell onto the mattress, hearing him stammering above you. It was candid polaroid photos of you in comprising positions. You look up at him, seeing his adam’s apple bobbing.

“You little pervert.”

“I’m sorry.” He says, head lowered as he sat himself next to you.

“What were you gonna do with these? Sell them off to your incel fuckers?”

“It’s not like that.” He shakes his head, looking defiantly into your eyes.

“You’re trying to make a power move over me. Are you? You think leaking little photos of me slipping into my cheer uniform is going to make me submit to you,” You chuckled. “Mi amor, I used to get paid for shit like that. That’s nothing.”

“It’s not what these are for?”

“So you’re just carrying these in your pocket to jack off to or something?”

“M-maybe. Is that so wrong? You’ve always known that I’ve wanted you for so long. What’s so surprising about me carrying them? You’re just trying to humiliate me at this point. It’s all you women do.”

You stood up from the bed, standing in front him. “Kneel before me.”

Jonathan wanted to stand his ground but the look on your face told him to do as you said. He sinks to his knees in front you, watching you with a glint of wonder in his eyes.

You take the scrunchie from your hair letting your hair flow down from it’s ponytail. You asked for his hands and he releases them to you, stretching the scrunchie over his wrists then letting his hands drop to the front of his lap.

“You better not break it or I’ll break you.”

Psychotic witch.

Pulling your underwear off, his face was in level with your glistening core. His mouth suddenly began to salivate. You run your fingers through his hair.

“You’re virgin. Aren’t you, papi?”

You tug his hair when he doesn’t answer, he groans. “Yes. I am.”

“I can tell. You get sensitive from every little touch. I bet you’ll cum before I have you in my mouth tonight.”

He shivers at your words.

“See? Look at you. Trembling the way you did the night I touched you in your room,” Your fingers began to rub at you clit. You close your thick thighs around your hand. He can hardly see you touching the nub. He needed you to spread your legs. “I wanted to fuck you so badly that night. I didn’t because I wanted to make sure you liked me. You have a hard time showing a girl you care, ya know?”

“Can I taste?” He pants, cock hard against his jeans.

“You wanna taste me? You wanna know what I feel like riding your thick tongue.”

“Mhm. But I want you to ride my face from behind.” He’d seen it in a porn before. The guy would have access to the girl’s anus as well as her pussy so he can lick both with no issue. He’d always imagined eating your ass especially since it was so beautiful shaped and ample.

You turned around bending over in a 90 degree and back yourself against his mouth, grabbing the front of his hair for support. He laps away at your core finding himself lost in the globes of your ass whenever he’d lick there. All you could do was moan and writhe against him.

He was a man starved. He’d never tasted anything like it but he was addicted. He was sure the members of his community would freak out and possibly turn on him if they knew how well he worship you.

He needed his hands free if he was going to make you cum super hard for him. Expertly slipping his hands from the scrunchie one hand at a time, his large hands grip your hips and you’re caught by surprise.

He makes it so that you are bent over the bed, him still on his knees. You laid out on your stomach gave him the support he needed to thoroughly taste you. He dives back in sucking your labia into his mouth hard, collecting all your juices on your tongue. He groans, the vibrations going straight to your core. You rock back and forth against his tongue before he dips it back to tease the anal hole.

You were crying out like you were in pain. In a way you were because the pleasure felt so good it was borderline painful. He pulls his mouth away from you and just about when you were going to protest, he sinks two thick finger into you.

“Oohhh fuck yes.” You mewled, thrusting back against his fingers. Kneeling onto the bed next to you, his fingers never leave your core. You’re on all fours now, riding back against his fingers, and he presses his hardened cock against the side of your thigh. He’s humping your leg and the delicious feeling of him throbbing warm against you makes you feral.

You push his back against the mattress, climbing on top of him. Rubbing your slick core back and forth right of his clothed cock. He can feel your wet heat staining and pulsating against his jeans. He kisses you first and you moan into it. You were happy to feel his lips and tongue on you for the first time. Getting so greedy that you could practically swallow his tongue.

You rut feverishly against him, him thrusting up into your core.

“I’m gonna cum.” You whispered against his mouth.

“Me too.”

He says, digging his fingertips into the flesh of your ass.

“Cum with me, papi. Let me feel it.”

That was all the permission he needed. He releases in his pants spurts of hot cum seeping through his black jeans. You can hardly tell the difference between the patch of your wetness and his but the thought of your mixed juices turned you on and soon you’d follow right after him, mouth on his once again to ground you while you went through that earth shattering experience.

When you’d both come down, you slid of his lap lying by his side and panting. Your breaths matching each other’s.

“I can’t believe I did that.”

“Me neither. Where did you learn to do oral like that?” You say in complete disbelief at how well he did. “You were fucking incredible.”

Jonathan felt a pride in his chest at your praise. “Porn.”

“No way. Porn is terrible at teaching people how to fuck. Must’ve been one hell of a video.” You joked.

“Are we going to have sex?” Part of Jonathan was excited the other was worried about what that meant for his reputation in his community.

You must’ve sensed this because you say, “Nah. That’ll be when your ready to let go of those losers you call your community.”

“They’re really not so bad.”

“They are terrible to women.”

“And you’re not?” Jonathan says raising his head to face you.

“No. I’m going after my ex only and that’s because she knows what she did to me.”

“What is it?”

“Not ready to talk about it now. Okay. Maybe in due time.”

“So I’m not ready to give up my virginity and you’re not ready to open up.”

You nod. “Who knows? Maybe we’ll come to our decisions at the same time. That’d be romantic.” You curled up to his side.

In the back of his mind, Jonathan worried that this was all just a plan to further corrupt him until you’d eventually get bored and toss him aside. Maybe he wanted you but he’ll definitely keep an eye out for anything suspicious.

Estaré en mi mejor conducta = I’ll be on my best behavior

Qué pasa = what’s wrong

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365 Marvel Comics Paper Cut-Out SuperHeroes - One Hero, Every Day, All Year…

November 29th - Daken

Akihiro is the son of the X-Man, Wolverine and his former wife, Itsu. Itsu had been killed on the orders of the villain, Romulus. She was several months pregnant at the time and Romulus cut the infant out of her. The child survived due to the healing factor he inherited from his father. Romulus left the child in the care of a wealthy family who wished for a son. They named the boy Akihiro, although as he grew older he was more often called ‘Daken’ (a slur that translates to ‘mongrel’ that was based upon the lad being of mixed ethnicity).

Akihiro was an angry and troublesome youngster whom his parents came to despise. He overheard his parents planning a means to be rid of him and he was overcome by anger. The intense emotional trauma caused his Mutant powers to emerge and a trio of extremely sharp and durable bone claws protruded from his hands. In a blind fury, Akihiro killed his parents. He was then sought out by Romulus who explained to him his true origins, only altering the story and telling him that it was his father, Wolverine, who was responsible for the death of his mother. From there, Akihiro accepted the alias of ‘Daken’ and set about gaining revenge against his hated father.

Romulus facilitated Akihiro's training, honing him into an elite warrior and shrewd tactician. Along with his healing powers, enhanced physical attributes and claws, Akihiro additionally possesses empathic pherokinetic abilities. This enables him to emit a kind of scent that has a disinhibiting affect on others.

A handsome young man with a natural charm enhanced by his pherokinetic abilities, Akihiro would often use sex as a kind of tool. He would become involved in numerous affairs with men and women so to further his goals.

Akihiro would later became a member of the criminal organization known as The Right Red Hand. He would have multiple altercations with his father and when Wolverine learned the truth about Akihiro’s origins he took action to try to reform his son.

Ultimately, Akihiro would come to discover Romulus’ treachery and he turned against him, killing Romulus’ lieutenant, Cyber. Wolverine would go on to gain vengeance destroying Romulus, yet Akihiro was not yet ready to let go of his animosity toward his father.

Following further misadventure, Akihiro accepted an offer by Norman Osborn to act as a new ‘Wolverine’ as a part of Osborn’s team of Dark Avengers. As the Dark Wolverine, Akihiro served with this iteration of The Avengers on various missions; yet always did so whilst pursuing his own agenda; playing Osborn against various heroes and villains and rigging situations to ensure he would always come out on top.

Some time thereafter, Akihiro relocated to the island nation of Madripoor where he successfully seized control of the island’s criminal underground, ousting it former leader, Tyger Tiger. While residing in Madripoor, Akihiro would share adventures alongside his sister, Laura Kinney (X-23).

Later, Akihiro teamed up with Sabertooth to once more attempt to gain vengeance against his father. Wolverine came to accept his son could never be reformed and he killed Akihiro in a final confrontation.

Akihiro was later resurrected and became close with Laura and their younger sister, Gabby. This sense of family helped Akihiro to finally let go of his animus toward his father. He has since become a hero and relocated to the island nation of Krakoa, where he has acted as part of the Mutant hero teams, X-Factor and The Marauders. As a part of the Marauders, Akihiro has served alongside his past lover Somnus as well his current paramour, Aurora.

More recently, Akihiro has cast aside the alias of ‘Daken’ and taken on the new mantle of ‘Fang.’ The villain turned hero first appeared in the pages of Wolverine: Origins #5 (2006).

#365 Marvel Comics Heroes #Daken #Wolverine #Dark Avengers #X-Men #Mauraders #cut-out #paper art

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julia + knives

#aliasedit #alias #sydney bristow #jennifer garner #femalecharacters #userthing #tvarchive #julia x sydney #myedit #working on another alias/revenge video and had to make this set #there's just something about julia and her knives and daniel and his guns #SOMETHING SOMETHING #it's about the duality. it's about their hidden side. it's about their dark potential.#it's about their parents choosing their destiny for them. it's about their need to prove that they could be more than that.#it's about them doing just that in the end.

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The Jackal of An-Nadr - [X]

Set in 1,200 BCE. The Jackal of An-Nadr follows the capture of Nadeem, a date-farmer turned thief who was abandoned in the wastes of the desert when he tried to steal from the wrong ship.

Stranded and alone, he is found and enslaved by a crew of ifrit—towering demons that roam An-Nadr in ships that can sail the sand. Will he become a plaything of the creatures from his nightmares? Or is there something more for him waiting in the hands of his would-be captors?

Content | epic worldbuilding, defiant whumpee, environmental whump, monsterfucking, slavery, desert pirates, pre-historic fiction, LGBTQ+ fiction. Adult themes, with occasional NSFW content [including dub-con and non-con]

Cast | Nadeem, Yeezumon, Ifyaa, Adrsiae, Hidhialial

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Liliholm and Page - [X]

This series follows Wesley Page, a daring vigilante best known by his alias, Deimos. When he steals and exposes a massive library of blackmail owned by one of the city's worst villains, their entire criminal world goes on a manhunt to track him down. Captured and alone, Deimos is subjected to the revenge and torture of not just the man he stole from, but every villain whose crimes he exposed.

Does he have it in him to withstand their torture long enough to escape? And if so, will he still have the strength afterward to heal?

Content | sci-fi, cyberpunk setting, superpower whump, kidnapping, very brutal torture, gore, repeated noncon // PTSD, an old friend (who just happens to be the city's most powerful villain and a renowned psych professor) turned caretaker. LGBTQ+ fiction. Frequent NSFW content, almost exclusively noncon.

Luca and Garcia

An offshoot of Liliholm and Page. A dynamic duo of bastards that you absolutely hate to love.

Content | EXTREME GORE, VIOLENCE, whumper POV, all hurt no comfort, character death, incredibly brutal whump, painful healing, immortal whumper-turned-whumpee, agender protagonist, villains that are so human you want to strangle them yourself. Aro/Ace friendly!

Cast | Wesley Page, Henry Liliholm, Yalom, Luca, Garcia

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Writing Prompts

All my writing prompts are free to use and can be found under the tag #words of a heathen.

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The Hare Trap Chronicles - [X]

This story is not one of mine, but one submitted to me in series by my beloved 🐇 Anon. Follow the story of Ignacy, a hedonistic young aristocrat-turned-vampire, and his many lifetimes of misadventure as he lives out his centuries as the 'black sheep' of his family's estate.

#ask Wick #The Jackal of An-Nadr #Liliholm and Page #Luca and Garcia #Henry Liliholm #Wesley Page #Luca #Garcia #Nadeem el-Azimi #Yeezumon #Ifyaa #words of a heathen

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HAYLOFT; chapter three

fandom: Simon "Ghost" Riley x Original Female Character

short summary: Marzia Moretti, known as Siren, is one of the secret agents of the CIA, meant to deal with missions quietly and gather information. Not only did she work on her biggest mission for seven years, digging for information about the Sicilian Mafia which was running the most secretive human trafficking business, but she also did this to get revenge. Recently, she gets assigned to Task Force 141 in order to finish the mission once and for all.

translation of Italian can be found at the end. You can also read this book on ao3

previous chapters: chapter 1 chapter 2

warnings: curse words, mentions of trauma and death

“What?!” Siren’s voice raised as she was looking at the cackling figure of the Scottish Sergeant, who couldn’t properly breathe in from how much he was laughing. Tiny tears were welling in the corner of his eyes as he was wheezing for air. “You did not just say that!”

Gaz was barely holding the cup of tea in his hand, trying to not have such a horrible laughter attack as Soap was having. Siren, on the other hand, took her attention away from the stove for one second and she felt the burning smell of coffee enter her lungs, making her quickly turn the stove off, taking off the Moka pot with a grunt.

“Vaffanculo, what the fuck,” she grumbled in pure annoyance, placing the Moka pot in the sink as she took a towel, moving it so the burnt smell would fade away faster. “This-” she turned to Soap, “is your fault.”

The man was laughing even louder after seeing the coffee spill over the stove. The look on her face—he was going to cherish this moment until the day he dies. Now, the whole reason why he was basically on the floor from laughing, was that he shared his thoughts about her alias Siren. In his opinion, he believes that she is called Siren because she has a loud voice and attracts everyone as a passing ambulance.

With the sharp turn of her head, he understood that he was way off and that he just compared her to an ambulance.

“What’s that smell?” A sudden voice appeared in the little kitchen as she almost hit herself with the towel from the fear, feeling like a kid who got busted by someone older.

The masked man was standing in the kitchen, leaning to the doorway, hands crossed over his chest, giving not them, but her the stare that was giving her the chills. After the first conversation yesterday, both of them didn’t interact more apart from being in the same group and reviewing the information they knew.

“Did you just burn coffee?” Lieutenant gazed at the dirty stove and she gifted him her famous glare as well.

“I’d like to hear a little bit less resentment in your voice, Lieutenant,” she placed the towel on the counter, taking some paper towels. “Because of that man,” she gave a weird look to Soap, who was biting the inside of his cheeks trying to not laugh, “I won’t have my morning coffee.”

Ghost didn’t budge in his place, watching every of her move. “There is coffee on the countertop.”

Wiping the hot liquid around the stone of the stove, she slightly hissed from the heat: “I don’t drink that coffee. Sono Italiana, Tenente.”

“How many languages do you speak?” Soap asked, his cheeks still slightly flustered from the laughter.

Throwing the paper towels in the bin, she gave him a look: “Want to guess again? I wouldn’t be surprised if you’d say a negative number.”

Soap snorted grabbing his cup with coffee in it, “That’s rude, lass. Breakin’ my heart over here.” He hit his chest with his free hand.

“You made me spill my espresso. Expect wrath,” she threatened with a smooth tone, her expression calm.

“Alright, enough of this,” Ghost reminded them all about his presence even if it was hard to miss the figure blocking the entrance. “All of you, with me.”

Puckering her lips, she wanted to say no to him because she wasn’t used to getting orders from someone else than Laswell or Shepherd. In here, she was with a lower rank than Ghost was, so she shut her lips tight and without saying anything, followed him out of the kitchen.

“There are some matters to be looked over,” he explained and all of them soon ended up in a small room, where most of the leads about their mission were splattered around.

Captain Price was inside of that room, with crossed hands over his chest and a bored expression: “Prepare yourself, kid,” he mumbled as soon as she stepped it.

“What’s the problem?” Siren asked, leaning to the wall, watching her superior cover the biggest part of the room, his eyes boring into her. She couldn’t stand the way he was able to hold eye contact for so long.

“Your leads in Tuscany. Why there?” Ghost went straight to the point.

“Toscana is famous for Chianti. All of the men I—interrogated, told me they like Chianti.”

Siren was sure that underneath that mask he raised his eyebrows and scoffed silently. Yet his eyes stayed calm, no emotion visible in them. “That’s your lead? Chianti?”

Chianti sounded like a curse word with his accent and she slightly scrunched her nose—yes, she was one of those people who couldn’t handle horrible pronunciation of Italian words.

“All of them lie that they are from Southern Italy. Chianti is made in Toscana.” She shrugged as if it was obvious, coming closer to the map hung on the wall of Italy. Taking a marker, she crossed three places on the map in the region of Toscana. “Biggest Chianti producers. All legitimate business. However, they all have weird transactions with ghost companies or companies that existed. The CIA wasn’t able to track the origin where those transactions were supposed to end up.”

“And you got this information from your intuition?” There was bitterness in his voice that made her chuckle.

“I trust my gut.” She motioned at her stomach.

“I told you,” Price mumbled in the corner, not really paying attention to the conversation.

“You trust your gut?” Ghost repeated as if he has heard the biggest nonsense. “We work with leads. Names. Places. The source has to be clear.”

“There’s a source,” she disagreed.

“Who?”

“Me.”

His fingers twitched and she noticed that. A man of facts as it seemed. Yes, Siren was a little insane to trust her gut, but she has been on this mission for seven years. She has searched all over Europe for obvious dirt on the trafficking business that would lead her to Luca Torro. There are none. She wasn’t getting this Chianti out of anywhere. It made sense for them to put something dirty on a legitimate business which was far enough from Sicily.

“You,” he repeated, his voice dropping. “The source is you.”

“My gut is telling me that you’re sceptical.”

“I am sceptical. I think that’s pretty clear without your gut. ”

“Alright,” she crossed her hands over her chest, coming closer to him. “What would you do?”

“Find a man and get an actual lead.”

“Oh, by torturing? These men would rather die than tell you shit. Chop their dicks off and they won’t tell you anything. You don’t understand the hierarchy in there—those men actually think they owe everything they have to Luca Torro.”

Ghost squinted his eyes as he couldn’t believe that the whole mission depended on her intuition. A fucking intuition. “And everyone’s okay with this?”

Price shifted in his seat, suppressing a yawn, “I think she’s been on this mission longer than us. The last lead Caswell has found out was a transfer from one of those companies to North America where Siren has taken care of one of their men. That’s the only lead we have.”

A victorious smile sat on her lips: “Hey, if I’m wrong – I’ll buy you a drink,” she shrugged. But in reality, she knew that she won’t be buying that drink – she was right about this. She had to be.

“How did you get the whole Chianti stuff from those men?” Soap asked, making her turn around and face.

A small, cheeky smile sat on her lips: “For the exact same reason why I’m called Siren.”

The Sergeant snorted out a laugh, shaking his head, remembering that he called her an ambulance.

“Should’ve seen her file, Sergeant,” Price tapped his shoulder before leaving the room.

“That’s classified,” she mumbled and rolled her eyes, before turning to her Lieutenant. “Did I ease your worries?”

“You’re getting me that drink, Sergeant. I like bourbon.” Ghost informed before he left the room, making Siren and Soap share a look.

“What is on your file?” The Scottish man pried, confused.

Siren puckered her lips: “Different ways to cut someone’s limbs without them screaming—why? Want a demonstration?”

“Wouldn’t want to get on your bad side now,” he chuckled.

“Smart boy. I like that.”

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The distant shot and the blood splattering on her face made her gasp for air. It felt as if an unknown force was trying to choke her, watching the way his stare got stuck in her mind until the day he dies. His body fell, and so did hers. She was screaming, she was shouting for someone to help her, to help him, but the ringing in her ears made it sound as if nothing came out of her mouth.

The gurgling sound of her sobs, the metallic taste of his blood in her mouth—his blood—was making her choke for air. She knew that’s how heartbreak felt like, she knew what it meant for her. Yet she could do nothing more than scream.

Within the same image, she gasped for air, opening her eyes. The cold sweat drenched her body and it felt as if she has been glued to her bunk bed. The snoring from above only soothed her enough that she didn’t wake up screaming.

Her hands were already clutching the dog tags, feeling the cold metal of the ring as she bit her lips. She wouldn’t dare to make a sound. She wouldn’t dare to cry. She wouldn’t dare to get back to the way it was.

However, the familiar void on her chest was always there. The metallic taste of his blood in her mouth seemed so real that she could feel it right now. Forcing herself to stand up, she quickly walked into the bathroom and washed her face with cold water. Didn’t even look into the mirror because she wouldn’t be able to stand to see herself right now. There was a high possibility she would see something that wasn’t real.

The watch on her wrist showed that it was after three. She won’t be able to fall asleep again. Whenever the same nightmare would visit her, she’d know that it was all she will get from the night. Now, it was up to her to find out how to put her mind out of the suffering and do something that wouldn’t lead her into crying.

She silently made her way out of the little room with bunk beds, a little bag squeezed between her ribs and her arm. She strolled her way beside it, where a little table was, near a small kitchen, but there was already someone sitting there.

By the cloud of smoke, she quickly realised that it was Price, so she without any hesitations made her way to the table where he was sitting and took a seat on the other end of the table.

Puffing out the smoke, he gave her a brief look: “Can’t sleep?”

Shaking her head. It felt like all of the horror was haunting her again, not that it has ever left her alone. However, in the morning, they are all leaving for Italy, their mission is beginning and she felt sicker than she expected to. She didn’t like going back to her homeland.

“What about you?” She asked.

“Was up for a smoke,” he admitted, watching the way she took her knives out of the bag and a whetstone, getting ready to sharpen them.

After a few moments of silence and the sharp sounds of her knives being sharpened, he spoke up again: “If it’s too hard for you to come back—“

Siren shook her head, her hands slightly trembling as the taste of the blood was stuck on her tongue. “I can do it. I have to.”

Price looked at her, wanting to offer her comfort, but he knew better, so he did it quietly, without pushing her too much. He knew why this mission was important to her and he knew why she was so determined to finish this once and for all. He knew her nightmares. She has told him what has happened, but after so many years, it was eating her from within.

“You’re torturing yourself, kid.”

�� A sad chuckle tugged on the corner of her lips and hummed: “That’s what soldiers do, Price. There isn’t anyone in here without a reason that doesn’t let them sleep at night.”

Everyone had their inner demons. There was always a reason why soldiers chose to do this. And the reasons were never pretty.

Siren placed the knife on the table, leaning back on the chair as she watched him. Price noticed her look and he knitted his eyebrows together: “What?”

“The beard is making you look older than you are,” she admitted out of nowhere.

The poor man choked on the smoke he just inhaled and he wheezed out in pain: “Always been the one with the kindest words…”

“I speak the truth, Captain. You look like you’re seventy. Also, what’s with that beard? Why is the chin barely with hair—what are you doing to it?”

“Alright, that’s it,” he grumbled like a wet cat, giving her the look. “I preferred your long hair, but I don’t shove it in your face every time I see you.”

She ran her hand over her short hair. “Long hair was too much of a nuisance for me. Yet you, somehow manage to take care of your beard. Wait till I show everyone the pictures of you without your beard.”

“You wouldn’t dare,” he gave her a glare, inhaling the smoke again.

“Remember the Polaroid we took in ’15?” Siren slightly smiled, remembering the excruciating mission Price has recruited her to perform. Not only was it a master plan to take a terrorist organisation down, but it took a good amount of acting skills and Price had to shave off his beard.

The man chuckled, shaking his head: “Still have it?”

“We looked great.”

They did. She remembers holding out the Polaroid in front of him, hearing that man protest. Price wasn’t really a man for taking pictures. But both of them were just about to get on with a plan that took them two months to prepare and they both looked like idiots. Her hair was the longest she has ever had, reaching below her butt. The dress she was wearing was modest, covering the scars on her body well, but the best thing about that picture was Price.

He was wearing a tuxedo. It took so long for her to convince him to let the plan go her way. Without the military vests, without the assault rifles. Heard a lot of whines from him, but she knew it boosted his ego a little bit.

“Took your Polaroid here as well?” Price asked.

Nodding, she leaned back on her chair crossing her arms: “You were the one who told me about making memories. Just using your advice.”

“Well, well,” he pushed the bud of the cigar into the table, “Listening to my advice? Can’t believe what I’m hearin’.”

“Don’t get attached. That was one time.”

Rolling his eyes, he looked in the other direction: “How’s my team?” He changed the topic.

Shrugging, she replied: “They do have brains.”

“They’ll grow on ya,” he promised.

That’s what she was afraid of. Growing attached to them all and then seeing them die. But she said nothing. She knew the risk of her job very well. Death was inevitable, just a matter of time.

Translations:

“Vaffanculo” - what the fuck in Italian

“Sono Italiana, Tenente,” - I’m Italian, Lieutenant in Italian

#sunnywrites!#simon riley #simon riley ghost #marzia siren moretti #simon riley x oc #simon ghost riley x oc #simon ghost riley fanfic #simon ghost riley imagine #ghost x oc #call of duty modern warfare #call of duty imagine #call of duty fanfic #ghost x siren

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OC files: Verona Silverhand

alias: V birth name: Verona X (gave up her surname when she left home and no longer remembers it) date of birth: september 13, 2050 affiliations: none the lore: feared merc assassin V doesn't have enemies; she has people she wants dead, and then they die. [tbc] the truth: the child of two neglectful night city junkies, verona was on her own from the moment she was born. leaving home at eleven and forced to become a pickpocket to survive, she was hardened early to the cruelty of corps and capitalism. for over ten years, V lived on the streets, before realizing that the city was going to swallow her if she didn't set her sights a little higher. so against her better judgement, she took a revenge job, robbing a maelstrom new recruit named rowen bane. she was caught, but rather than ratting her out, rowen was impressed and took a liking to her. they began a volatile and opportunistic relationship; he passed her name on to his superiors, and verona was contracted out for covert jobs when they needed her. but eventually maelstrom's leader, brick, contacted the thief and demanded she join the gang under threat of violence. in response, verona threatened to release maelstrom secrets; this was the wrong move, and brick made an attempt on her life. deciding NC was too dangerous for her to stay, verona broke for atlanta. altanta was more of the same, and didn't feel like home the way night city did. so verona returned, thinking two years was enough time for maelstrom to have forgotten about her. even so, she took on the alias "V" as a means of protection. while doing a botched thievery gig, V met ex-valentino jackie welles and became his best friend, part of his family, even. they began doing small-time merc jobs, trying to make a name for themselves, before being contacted by one dexter deshawn, a fixer running from a past of his own. the arasaka heist dex planned was a bust; V not only lost her best friend, but gained a brain-overwriting engram – who also happened to be the rockerboy that blew arasaka tower to the ground, none other than johnny silverhand. though their start was rocky, v and johnny quickly came to an understanding, finding closeness and compassion for each other as their personalities melded. eventually, they admitted they'd both die for each other, and that their unique bond was closer to love than either of them had felt before. V fought tooth and nail to save them both, forming alliances along the way that proved both her talent and tact. she went on to find a solution in arasaka's mikoshi, but while moving through the tower discovered johnny's body, intact and perfectly preserved. she eliminated yorinobu arasaka, made a deal with his sister, hanako, and won freedom for both herself and johnny. V is retired now, passing jobs on to her apprentice and adopted little brother, osiris, and dodging calls to take over the afterlife from rogue. you can find her living with johnny and their klepped dalmatian, sam, in a bungalow above the flooded remains of laguna bend.

all photos by @vos-videmus

#silverv #cyberpunk #cyberpunk 2077 #cyberpunk v #johnny silverhand #cyberbonk #oc files #v for verona #i don't play verona much anymore bc her story came to a really satisfying conclusion for me #but i love her so much she was my first v #also the street kid lifepath isn't my favorite but it fit her so well #that i couldn't not expand on it x100 #so here she is <3 #i need to add more to the lore section but i'll do it later i really wanted to get her canon backstory written out

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Harry Potter Masterlist

Updated: 12/16/2022

OC Guide- Marauders Era

OC Guide- Golden Trio Era

OC Guide- Others

Marauders Era

Remus x Violetta

Makes Everything Better

Only Beats For You

Rough Fights and Long Nights

Date Night

Full Moon

Angel From France

Things They Love

Alone Time

New Professor

Pleasant Prongs

Sirius x Gaia

Pink Poppies

Gryffindor Wins

Close Calls

Ravenclaw Parties

Reunited Part 1

Reunited Part 2

Just For the Night

What Do You Say?

Prince Caspian

Can’t Be Serious

Take Flight

Symbolic

Resignation

Xenophilius x Madeline

Call Me Xenophilius

Doesn’t Come Easy (Or Does It?)

Wedding Bells

Regulus x Cecelia

The Ones Never Forgotten

Trick of the Mind

Perfect Handwriting

Brings People Together

Courage or Cowardice

Boggart

Absent

He’s With Me

Family

James x Ella

Seeker

Study Help

Barty x Adina

Redemption

Weddings and Funerals

Trial

Henry x Ella

Choices

Ruined

Golden Trio Era

Fred x Mallorie

You’re Here

The Most Wonderful Mistake

All the Stars

Can’t Separate Us

Dance Lessons

Try Again

Passing By

Informal

Squeak

George x Corinne

Truly Fake

Sweet Revenge

Finally Free

Disapparate Alia Re

Tear Stained

Two Too Many

Working at Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes

Ron x Rayna

Here Comes the Bride

Nicknames

Like a New Penny

Wedding Crashers

No Coming Back

Different Career

Through the Years

Harry Anastasia

Time Heals All Wounds

Touch Starved

May I Have This Dance?

Mr. Potter

New Rules

Bill x Sophia

With All My Heart

New School, New Friends, New Love

French or Dutch?

Same Old Bill

Family Reunion

Out of My Sight

Weasleys’ Love

Roles Reversed

Motherhood

Percy x Cassandra

Nothing to Be Afraid Of

Tortured

Me Too?

Draco x Cecily

Little Helper

Little Adventures

Runaways

5 Things That Made Draco Fall in Love

Bully

Cover Up

Charlie x Adora

Parseltongue

Sick

Logic It Out

Luna x Calypsa

Premonition

Fortunes and Misfortunes

Cedric x Dinah

Survivor

The Attack

Gauche

Forks, WA

Sharing the Attention Part 1

Sharing the Attention Part 2

Oliver x Jessica

More Important

Amortentia

Best of the Night

Neville x Charlotte

Lullabies

Professors

Viktor x Holly

Translator

World Cup

The Third Task

Tonks x Ophelia

Storyteller

Ginny x Chloe

Transcriber

Dean x Giselle

Potions

Tom x Julia

Treasure Hunt

Series/Miniseries

Summer Camping Miniseries

The Werewolf and the Angel

#Harry Potter #harry potter imagine #harry potter imagines #harry potter fanfiction

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kuwdoravids · 1 year

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Fanvid - Blue (multifandom)

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Blue source: multi artist: Eiffel 65 length/size/format: 3:30 52mb, zipped mp4 streaming: Vimeo password: pixie_vids download: right click save as

summary: I'm blue ah ba di ba da club vivid.

special thanks to rhoboat who helped me brainstorm 90% of the sources well over a year ago. ilu rho ♥

clip wrangling and suggestion help from: luminosity, absolutedestiny, sweetestdrain, trelkez, pipsqueaky, kiki_miserychic, bradcpu and renenet!

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Source: The Abyss, Avatar, Avatar the Last Airbender, Aladdin, Alias, Alice in Wonderland, Angel, Arrested Development, Avengers: Earth's Mightiest Heroes, Batman and Robin, The Blues Brothers, Blues Clues, The Blue Man Group, Braveheart, Buffy the Vampire Slayer, A Bug's Life, Captain America, Captain Planet, Care Bears, Cars, Contact, Doctor Who, Eragon, Fantastic Four, The Fifth Element, Finding Nemo, Firefly, Fringe, Farscape, Gargoyles, Gummi Bears, Hellboy, Hercules, Highlander, Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire, Huckleberry Hound, Interstella 555, Laputa, Lilo & Stitch, The Lion King, Little Mosque on the Prairie, Legend of the Seeker, Monsters vs Aliens, Megamind, Merlin, The Little Mermaid, Mighty Morphin Power Rangers, Mortal Kombat: Legacy, My Little Pony: Friendship Is Magic, Monsters Inc, The Muppets, Nausicaa, My Neighbor Totoro, Quantum Leap, Sailor Moon, Sanctuary, Sesame Street, Stargate Atlantis, Stargate SG-1, Stargate Universe, Star Trek: Enterprise, Star Trek: The Next Generation, Star Trek: Voyager, Sliders, The Smurfs, Sonic the Hedgehog, Star Wars Episode I: The Phantum Menace, Star Wars Episode III: Revenge of the Sith, Star Wars Episode IV: A New Hope, Supernatural, Superman, Thomas the Tank Engine, Thor, The Tick, Tiny Toons, Toy Story 3, The Sarah Connor Chronicles, Torchwood, Watchmen, The Wizard of Oz, Willy Wonky, X-Men 2, X-Men 3, X-Men: First Class

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Hazbin Hotel season 1 premiere theory

It’s the end of the month which means it’s time for a Hazbin Hotel twitter update HOWEVER this month we were treated to several gifs of couples from Hazbin Hotel like Charlie X Vaggie, Vox X Valentino, Adam X Lute, and Angel Dust and…. him strangely. Probably hiding the big reveal of who Angel Dust will get with in the series.

Though these are cute I also feel like theses gifs, and those we have seen previously, are giving us a glimpse of what the season 1 premiere of Hazbin Hotel will be about. Maybe we will get 2 episodes/1 hour special if what I think happens will happen and I thought I predict on what I think/hope will happen.

We find out that some time has passed since the events of the pilot, and of course things at the hotel aren’t going great as no one has come to try and redeem themselves and those that do visit are just there to see Angel perform (who seems to still be working for Valentino a bit according to one gif) or get a drink, and this is causing Charlie and Vaggie to be nervous and on edge especially with the new staff Alastor has “hired” for them. Here we could see how Charlie plans on getting people to join her cause and how she actually has a method of getting people to Heaven, even though her parents (mostly Lucifer) appear and once again try and convince her to stop. We also learn about Angel Dust’s life before the day she met Charlie. Eventually Sir Pentious crashes the place, likely still wanting revenge on Angel, but Vaggie and Angel stop him. His defeat makes Sir Pentious break down (but is really stalling) and gives his “dramatic” backstory and though the others don’t care, Charlie decides to enlist him in the redemption program which he surprisingly accepts when he sees she actually cares for him, but things quickly get complicated when Vox and Valentino appear, ending the first episode.

The 2nd episode starts where the 1st one ends. Vox and Valentino are there to get Angel, as they (but mostly Val) don’t approve of him partaking in Charlie’s program while Vox wants to fight Alastor as a bonus. Angel Dust almost does go back to Val out of fear but Charlie and the others defend him, which he does like but before a fight breaks out, the characters stop when they see the arrival of Adam and Lute.

Off topic but I quickly want to bring up 2 theories I Just had about Lute. My first is that Lute is an alias used by a disguised Eve. We haven’t seen her with Adam yet, which is a bit suspicious and makes me think that she is Lute and this disguise allows her to secretly express her violent side, while also spending time with her husband Adam. According to some versions, the reason Lilith and Adam didn’t work out was cause Lilith wanted them to be equal, so Eve was made and I also feel like she was made to be more submissive than Lilith. However over time, maybe Eve got tired of being so sweet and decided to rebel a bit by joining the Exterminators under a false name to get some of her more violent urges out and when Adam found out, he LOVED that side of Eve and now they are only a few that know this and try and keep it a secret.

My second theory is a bit random but what if Lute is one of a few robots that contain what is left of Eve’s memories and personality after something happened to her? Helluva Boss did introduced use to Robo Fizz, who is A LOT Like regular Fizz with his own memories, so who is to say Heaven doesn’t have robots of their own like that? It would be a good twist then the other common theory about how Adam and Eve are just no longer together. It also could give some character to Adam as maybe he leads the Exterminations cause maybe Eve was somehow killed by a sinner or demon and wants to get revenge on all of Hell for his lost. Also though a poor excuse, maybe his treatment on women is a result of how there is no one like Eve to him and hates that?

I also could see Adam and Lute talking about Vaggie in the episode after seeing her, as I have had a theory about that for some time now. Its heavily agreed on in the fandom that Vaggie use to be a former Exorcist until something happened that made her end up in Hell, and now after seeing the image of Adam (as I’m still skeptical on if everything in that leak is real) I think it’s safe to say he is the reason Vaggie quit.

In the pilot, Angel Dust asked if Vaggie distrusted men, and it’s implied that she does and it’s likely because she worked for Adam who is seems like that kind of jerk who is rude to women. After dealing with him for one too many times, Vaggie decided NOT to partake in a Extermination properly and went to get a drink where she would find Charlie where they would bond and get the inspiration to stand up to Adam and quit (though Adam said he fired her) which resulted in her being banished to Hell but she was able to date Charlie.

Back to the story, the angels are there because they heard about Charlie’s redemption plan (if Hell can get Heavenly content as seen in Helluva Boss, who says Heaven can’t get Hell news channels?) and are disgusted by it and plan to destroy it. Seeing no other choice, Charlie makes a dangerous deal with them, which will be the premise of the series and especially season 1. She tells Adam that if they can’t at the very least show that Angel Dust is redeemable by the next extermination, she will not only give up her dream but will also personally help Adam during Exterminations from now on. Adam accepts this and proceeds to go back to Heaven, while everyone, especially Vaggie (and Lucifer and Lilith if they appear to fight Adam and protect Charlie) is shocked about what she did. Though this takes care of the angel problem, Val and Vox are still determined on taking Angel back with them, but this stops when Angel surprisingly makes a deal with Val saying he will go back to working for him again if they fail, which the moth overlord accepts, even Charlie reluctantly agrees to those terms which makes Vaggie even more shocked. The episode ends with Charlie being bummed out on what she did, and Angel isn’t happy about his own situation and goes inside to think, but the episode ends with Charlie and Vaggie singing and having a happy moment.

This plot point of Charlie making this deal sounds perfect in giving the characters the motivation to do what they’re doing, while also causing other storylines to happen later on. I mean a deal like this gives Katie Killjoy a reason to keep tabs on Charlie’s process which makes her popular, Helsa von Eldritch wanting to sabotage this as she wants to see Charlie humiliated, and Charlie’s parents (especially her father) could be nervous about her failing and while Lilith tries to help, Lucifer tries to make Charlie quit now and they could find a way out of this deal.

I also remember Vivzie saying that the series will have 3 phases and if that’s true, this could be the start of phase 1 with phase 2 being about how once succeeding in proving Adam, Charlie and the others will then need to prove to Charlie’s Archangel aunts and uncles like Archangel Michael that sinners can bee redeemed. Then after that the series could end with a part 3 where they have to convince God, which sounds awesome.

What do you think of my predictions? Do you hope this will happen in the Hazbin Hotel season 1? What theories do you have about Lute and Vaggie’s connection to Heaven? Let me know.

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