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barcaatthemoon · 2 months

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the truth || jenni hermoso x reader ||

on a night out with the team, the truth comes out about your breakup with jenni.

you didn't know where to look. the room felt so tense to you. it was like every few seconds your eyes drifted over to where jenni was drinking with alexia, mapi, and leila. you had left barcelona first, so that was on you. afterwards, jenni ran away to mexico, which was much further away than you were in germany. however, you had left first, which meant everybody blamed you for the way things happened.

jenni swore up and down that she had left barcelona for reasons unrelated to you, but everybody knew that was bullshit. a drunken voicemail you had yet to delete was all the evidence you needed to call jenni a liar. apparently, your national squad teammates didn't even need to know about voicemail to push the blame on you. now, you felt like you were an outcast in the group that had once been your family.

"another please," you said to the bartender as he walked your way. the club was packed full of people in your team's circle. friends and girlfriends, including jenni's new one from mexico. she had found somebody to move on with, but you hadn't been able to get your mind off of her.

technically, the breakup had been her fault. she was the one who had come to you saying that it was a bad idea. jenni had rattled off reason after reason as to why you couldn't be together anymore. all the while, you had fiddled with the engagement ring in your pocket. you waited patiently until jenni's tirade was finished, ignoring the smell of alcohol on her breath as she ranted on and on. once that was over, you had taken the ring out of your pocket and handed it to her unceremoniously.

jenni had tried contacting you for two weeks before she gave up. the ring found its way back to you through alexia the same day that you had elected not to renew your barcelona contract. she looked disappointed, but you wondered what story jenni had spun for her. you wondered what jenni even remembered from that night because from the way that she acted, you doubted she realized who instigated the fight in the first place.

"how many have you had?" even in your drunken state, alexia's stern tone was unmistakable. you turned towards her with your new drink in hand, but once you lost the support of the bar, you nearly fell forward. alexia plucked the drink out of your hand as she caught you.

"hey, that's mine," you slurred. alexia cursed under her breath as she pulled you onto your feet. you tried reaching for your drink, nearly causing the both of you to tumble to the floor. alexia caught herself, but dropped you onto the ground in the process. you hit the ground with a heavy thud, seemingly unbothered about laying in a puddle of your spilled drink. however, you were very upset about your drink.

"jesus christ," alexia swore as you broke out into a fit of tears. she tried to pull you up onto your feet, but it was no use. you weren't moving because you didn't want to. "(y/n), get up. come on, you're making a scene."

"leave me here, it's not like any of you like me anymore." you knew that you were acting like a child, but you couldn't help it. the floodgates had opened up and everything was spilling out. alexia sighed as she motioned a couple of the more sober girls over to help her pick you up. they all managed to get you out of the club together, which had not been an easy task.

"i've never seen her like this before," you heard one of them say quietly. they all stood behind you as you sat on a bench. you could hear them, every single word as they went on and on like you weren't there.

"you don't think this is because of jenni, do you?" you were pretty sure that one was leila. alexia sighed as she looked at you, very obviously a shell of your former self. if any of them had been paying attention to you, they all would have noticed the ways that you had been changing.

"i don't know, but i'm going to get her back to the hotel. please keep an eye on jenni for me," alexia told them. she scooped you up as she helped you onto your feet, the two of you stumbling down the sidewalk together towards your team's hotel. "what happened (y/n)?"

"i drank," you muttered quietly. alexia wondered if you indulged like this often. you had been playing well at your club, but you'd been a bit sluggish during the practices earlier in the week. your name had gone from the starting xi to the reserves quickly. if you weren't careful, they'd take your name off of the roster completely. although, as alexia half-carried you, she wondered if maybe that was what you wanted.

"how much do you usually drink?" alexia asked. she was afraid of the answer. you had once been like a little sister to her, and maybe she had let her closeness with jenni distract her from the fact that she cared about you too. most of the team had followed suit and iced out the younger player because of the obvious pain that their star striker was in.

"until i don't remember anymore," you admitted. "it never works. i always remember what she said to me."

"what who said?" alexia knew the answer already. she had picked up the pieces of jenni the morning after. jenni hadn't completely opened up, but she didn't remember everything. all jenni had known that morning was that the two of you had fought and you threw a ring at her, claiming you couldn't believe you almost let yourself propose.

"jenni. i love her, and she hurt me. you don't hurt someone you love like that." you dropped down onto your knees on the sidewalk. alexia struggled to get you back up to your feet after that. she opted for not hurting herself trying to take care of you and decided to call a couple of teammates to come and get you. she had expected mapi and leila to join her, and they had shown up, but with the addition of jenni.

"oh, mi amor," jenni sighed as she saw the sight of you. internally, you were battling between running from her and running right into her arms. the part of you that wanted her won out first, and you found yourself crawling on the sidewalk towards her. your other teammates frowned at the sight, never having seen you like that for anybody. jenni knelt down and opened her arms, unable to deny you anything in the moment.

"they hate me, it's awful," you cried into her arms. jenni wrapped her arms around you as she held you. "they all hate me because you left. they think you left because i did, but i only left because you didn't want me anymore. i want you so bad it hurts, but you don't love me anymore. i want to hate you, but the only person i can hate is myself. it makes me so angry."

"i'm sorry," jenni apologized. she looked around at her teammates for help, but none of them were sure what to do. she pulled you up to your feet and handed you off to alexia and leila. they got you back to the hotel and safely tucked into mapi's bed for the night.

"jenni, who broke up with who?" mapi asked as she glanced down at her younger teammate. everybody had a few reservations whenever jenni announced to the team that the two of you were together, but they never could have imagined it go as badly as it had.

"i-i think i broke up with her. i don't really know, it's all kind of fuzzy," jenni admitted. mapi's face hardened with a look of anger. jenni knew that whatever came her way was deserved, it had been a few months coming at this point. "i wanted to make up with her, but she wouldn't talk to me. after our fight, all she said was that she was going to germany."

"for (y/n)'s sake, and yours, fix this," mapi ordered. jenni knew that she really did need to figure out a way to do that, but she had no idea where to even begin. you avoided her at all costs, and there was a good chance that a few of the younger players would keep jenni from you on their own. they may have followed in the elder players' footsteps, but leaving you behind had not been an easy decision for any of them.

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ykscarlett · 3 months

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headcanons || valeria garza || pt.1

warning: this is only my opinion about her!!, minors dni, a slight mention of smut, lesbian relationship, a little bit angst ig, grammar, if I missed something, please write to me about it.

a/n: the first post. I'm really looking forward to your opinions and reblogs.

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with love, scarlett

My headcanons about Valeria (without mentioning revealing her as ‘el sin nombre’ and meeting with Ale) + bonus "if you are finally in a relationship with Valeria."

A former officer of the Mexican Special Forces, and now the leader of a criminal cartel, can show feelings? Can she be gentle to someone? Seriously?

Or maybe to lo– no, not to love, but rather, it's very good to improvise that she feels something for her partner, because she is very good at pretending. Too good, I'd say.

Love is something unknown to her.

Something that she failed to feel both as a child and in adulthood.

Something forbidden.

Something that she is deprived of and that she will never feel.

Let's be honest, she won't be able to love someone.

But I'm not saying she doesn't need love.

She didn't read the romantic books that all her girls-classmates flowed from. (and yes, her parents forced her to get a good education first, and then go into the military)

She didn't date anyone from school, while other girls switched boyfriends.

She realized that she was attracted to girls only at sixteen, when a pretty stranger in a club kissed her.

And she always used girls only to satisfy her pleasure. Of course, there are hints of sadism in her, after all, she personally tortures all her prisoners, but sexually there is a difference.

She will never cause real pain.

It can humiliate you, it can turn you into a wet, whimpering mess, it can make you faint from the pace and overexcitation, but it will never hurt if we engage in intimacy with you.

Well. In her opinion, love is overrated. This feeling is nothing more than a facade of a person's emotional weakness. And Valeria cannot allow herself to be weak in something, and especially towards someone.

But if you ask her "What is love for you?", I think she will answer something like this: "It's hard to explain.. it can mean something different to everybody. It's a feeling, a connection between people. A desire to protect someone more than yourself, and to be there for each other, no matter what. And it can be an incredibly powerful force, one that can change the world and bring people together in unexpected ways. For some, love is simply a chemical reaction, a biological instinct driven to perpetuate and propagate our species. And for others, it's a mystical concept that transcends time, space and logic."

She was definitely not in a real healthy relationship, I guarantee you that. And there's not much time for love when your life is constantly under threat. She had many affairs with girls and women, several with men (there were only two of them, the first was a trial, the second was proof that the opposite sex had no chance with her; and no, she did not date Alejandro, if they were together, Mexico would be on fire)

She's in the drug trade, man. This is unacceptable to me, drugs are evil, but in the case of Valeria... I do not know how to justify this, it is unacceptable to me.

She's a first-class manipulator. She can achieve absolutely anything she wants, only if she really wants to. Single–mindedness is another important character trait of hers. She will use any goals and any connections, any ways and break any rules to get what she has in mind... Or who.

But Val is not as bad as you think, I'm describing her. I think she just won't let herself fall in love. She's afraid of hurting someone she loves...to whom she will get attached because of her activities. She is engaged in criminal cases and every night she falls asleep (if suddenly, thank God, she gets the opportunity) with the thought "will I survive tomorrow?".

She's being hunted. Many. She runs a huge drug cartel, makes big deals, runs criminal gangs... Another reason to be alone and sometimes ask an assistant to order a little fucktoy.

But what if you win her heart so that she practically forgets about all her principles?

Bonus.

How you got to her, decide for yourself, whether it's captivity, recruitment or your own decision. There are many options.

At first, she will deny feeling for you.

Literally.

She will try to avoid you everywhere and in everything, she will start talking even colder, but she will surreptitiously watch you and with her own hands she will take care of that bully who is part of her cartel to show him that it is better not to even talk to you, let alone touch your waist. I don't think I need to say that the next day, and in fact, he will never appear in this building.

Initially, she will be a 'secret' lover. She will show signs of attention, but as imperceptibly as possible and goddamn you will understand that this is her, this is a woman who has not been trained in anything.

You will hook her, most likely, not with beauty, but simply with yourself. Time is important for Valeria, if it does not concern one-night stands. Time to take a closer look, time to realize, time to fall in love, time to come up with a way to confess, time to try to forget you, time to realize what really is...fuck..fell in love.

She notices the little things.

She is very attentive and sometimes it's even creepy. She notices if you have eaten before she sends you to transfer the goods, if you have not eaten, then she will send one of her assigned ones along with a package of typical goodies. She notices you drawing little drawings in the margins of your notebook while she talks about upcoming deals. She notices that a patch has appeared on your index finger, apparently you accidentally cut yourself with a knife again, imagining yourself *some famous chef* and be sure that there will be a pack of patches and one flower on your bedside table.

Valeria has never liked flowers. But for your sake, she became addicted to the colors of red. Red...as blood...and even here she went crazy. In my opinion, she would always give a long red rose with uncut, sharp thorns.

Without noticing it, she becomes softer towards you than towards her other 'employees'.

Since she is a woman with money, she can pamper you with gifts that you have been dreaming about for a long time, and the cartel's personal courier will say that it is from an old relative/aunt/former classmate/fourth cousin on dad's sister's side.

Okay, let's move away from the period of easy falling in love and move on to some of the facts that await you in a relationship with her.

Her gentle nature may or may not reveal itself. She can gently kiss your lips and easily cover your entire neck with bruises, which is why you get sidelong glances from your teammates and an arrogant look from V. She can gently and slowly play with your pussy, treating it like a crystal vase, or she can spank your pussy, bite your hips until red stripes appear and fuck hard with a strap-on.

Speaking of the latter, she doesn't have many. One is standard, one that you can safely accept and enjoy it, the second is an ordinary dildo with protruding parts and the third is a long one if you've done something and she can't wait to vent her disappointment on you.

Before entering into an intimate relationship with you, she will definitely discuss what is acceptable for you, what is not and what is categorically not. This is another manifestation of love on her part.

If you return wounded after the mission, she will swear at everyone and take you to her office, where, cursing menacingly, she will begin to treat your wounds, after which she will gently kiss each one, as if taking all the pain for himself.

Another bonus.

A few days ago, she asked you to sleep with her. Of course, you agreed, and a few minutes after her proposal, you were lying on her chest in her big bed, in which she practically does not sleep, because sitting on a chair is more familiar to sleep and she stroked your hair. She can't help but wonder why she's showing such tenderness to you. Her brain tries in every possible way to reason with her, to return her to her usual cold and inaccessible lifestyle, to her comfort zone. But she moves away from these thoughts to thoughts of you, who is peacefully snuffling on her chest like a child.

Grinning at the comparison of you with a child, she pretended not to think about how just yesterday you sucked on her tits, sucking them to such an extent that your drool flowed between her large and soft breasts, continuing to stroke your head and occasionally kissing your forehead.

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But she was gone for a long time last night. She's back in her office. You knew that for sure. Before your relationship, you often ran to her about assignments and even late at night she was always there.

So you got out of bed, wrapped yourself in a blanket, put on your slippers and went to her office. You knocked.

"Busy." Her menacing voice rang out.

She's unhappy about something, you thought, and whispered. "Valeria? May I?"

When she heard your voice, she froze in place and only after a few seconds shouted, "Come in, cariño."

You went inside and sure enough, Garza's desk was filled with papers, empty coffee cups and wrappers from her favorite candies. I'm sure she has a sweet tooth. It sounds silly, but I think it's almost the only thing that will make her smile out of pleasure, not disgust or something like that.

"Can't you sleep without me?" She replied sarcastically.

"Yes." You answered quite seriously and she understood it.

She patted her knees and said meekly, "Come here, dulzura."

When you sat down and put your arms around her neck, resting your head on her shoulder, she leaned her ear against the top of your head and put one arm around your waist, continuing to work with documents.

"Sit here for now. I'll be done soon and we'll go to bed, I'll take you to bed. Sleep well...mi pequeña princesa."

covers: https://pin.it/5K9iR3NJ7

the meanings of some words in Spanish:

cariño - darling

dulzura - sweetness

mi pequeña princesa - my little princess

#valeria garza #valeria garza headcanon #cod mwii #cod mw2 #el sin nombre #scarlett’s hc #headcanon #cmon #cod imagine #cod scenarios #valeria garza x reader

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eu-nicola · 6 months

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Max Verstappen x Fem! Reader part 1

part 2

summary: when you met max your life started to sound like the verse ”But with everybody watching us, our every move We do have reputations We keep it secret” warnings: infidelity everywhere you see, not morally safe, I didn't correct this but I will

You had met Max at the race in Mexico, you had traveled from Argentina and gone as just another fan but this time you were in the Red Bull garage seeing everything up close since your father had paid for a special pass so he could get to know him well, One day there you had met Max's girlfriend and Checo's wife. You remember that they both greeted you kindly and invited you to stay with them.

That race had caused something to talk about since many said that Max had not let Checo win and that at that moment their friendship was on the tightrope, you did not pay much attention to notice if Checo was really angry with Max or not. that you simply continued enjoying everything that followed afterwards, you met Max at that very moment when he entered the room with Checo and Hamilton, you asked the three of them for an autograph trying to leave as soon as possible so that they wouldn't think you were annoying, When you went to talk to Max he looked at you and smiled before signing for you and then you left.

You saw him again when he stood on the first place podium and you thought that this was definitely his place, first place. At the end of the day you returned to the house where you were staying, it was the house of one of your friends who had moved to Mexico a few years before when her parents had divorced and she had gone with her mother.

After that race, Brazil followed in which Max came sixth and you were also present, it hurt you a little that he was so low but regardless of the result you continued to support him so he kept going, then for the last time in the year he continued to Abu Dhabi in which Max won, you knew that after his second title won in Japan and now also in his last race of the year with a good closing, he and his circle of friends were going to go out to celebrate at night, one of Max's friends I had invited you that same day when I met you at the go and you thought it would be a good idea.

That night you prepared the best you could wanting to look good, you always wanted to look good and you did. Max's friend had agreed to pick you up and he did so at the time he had agreed to meet. You didn't know specifically where they were going to go but you did know it was going to be a very good night.

At the club you greeted everyone who was in that group, the girls immediately integrated you into the group and you were with them all the time, the one you got along with best was Carmen, it was very easy for them to talk and change the subject without even getting bored . . They shared a couple of drinks until you started to feel the effect of the alcohol so you left it, each of the girls were now with their boyfriends dancing or scattered around, you were sitting with Max's friend “Lucas” talking and laughing, You liked the fact that he didn't want to try anything else and how gentlemanly he was towards you.

When you both got tired of talking and laughing you got up to go to the bathroom, you walked through all those people to get there and before you went through the door you saw Max and Kelly fighting and it's not that you were a gossip but sometimes it wasn't bad to find out some things. things and that's what you did, you stood in a place making sure they didn't see you and you heard Kelly yell at Max demanding that how was it possible that he cheated on her again and in such a public place. It was no secret that there was a time when Max cheated on Kelly and it was everywhere and this time was the second time. She tried to calm her down but she just didn't want to do it and when it seemed like they had finished arguing you heard the footsteps of her heels leaving the place. You came out of your hiding place and that was the moment you saw Max, he looked at you for a moment and knew that you were listening to them but he didn't say anything and just walked past you.

You returned to your place knowing what had happened and you were interested in knowing what would continue to happen.

#fanfic #max verstappen x reader #max verstappen #max verstappen x you #formula 1 #f1 fanfic #red bull racing #f1 x reader #f1 #formula one #kelly piquet #max verstappen fanfic

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magnoliacharmed · 2 years

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One of Those Nights

(not my gif!)

18+, Lalo Salamanca x Fem!Reader one shot smut

[Also available on Archive of our Own!]

Word count: ~3.6k

Tags: Dirty talk, drunk sex, choking, rough sex, older man/younger woman, condomless sex, semi-public sex

Summary:

How does a fun night out with your friends suddenly turn into hooking up with Lalo Salamanca behind the club?

Albuquerque was one of the most boring places you'd had the misfortune of visiting on your cross country trip. Chasing around your friends on their quest to visit every state in the country seemed like a good idea at first. The prospect of the bright lights in New York, sandy beaches in Miami, and lush forests of Seattle were very enticing. As your travels began though, you realized that the U.S. had an unfortunate amount of painfully boring locales within itself. For every fun-soaked big city was a rinky-dink place with little to offer besides a mediocre local history and relatively decent restaurant.

You could concede that New Mexico had its share of gorgeous deserts. The sunsets were to die for, beautiful mishmashed paintings of lavender, pink, and orange. The first one you saw took your breath away, which happened to elicit laughter from your friends. Growing up in a concrete jungle for most of your 23 years didn't give you the opportunity to see the beauty of nature so often. Despite those sunsets, the rest of the state was quickly making its way to the top of your "Least favorite places (so far)" mental list. Oh well, at least your friends were having fun. Even in the locations that had little to do, they managed to find a party.

That night they decided to hit up a local club. The seedy uncurrent of ABQ revealed themselves quickly to the group of partygoers when your down-for-anything best friend Tawny discovered how easy it was to acquire drugs. Tawny and the other three girls in the group were shocked about the accessibility of meth and cocaine, but you weren't in the slightest. What else was there to do besides get high? You weren't much of a smoker or snorter. Alcohol was your enhancement of choice. The meth your friends showed you was a light blue color while the cocaine had a pearlescence to it. From the excitement in their voices it seemed like they got a lot of bang for their buck. If the alcohol hit you right, you considered taking a bump of the coke later on in the night.

Tawny grabbed your hand as you all walked into the club. Her shiny and strappy dress was forest green. It hugged at her cleavage, pressing lines into the soft flesh. She was a different person when she went out, transforming from the laid-back sporty tomboy of the day into queen of the night. She looked at you with a feverish excitement. The pupils in her eyes were saucer-big. It always freaked you out to see the change in people's eyes when they were high. You squirmed a little, causing Tawny to let go of your hand and run to the other two girls. They gestured to you to come to them on the dance floor. You waved at them with a soft smile on your face and hurried off to the bar so you could have some fun too.

Squeezing through the people yelling orders at the black-clad bartender, you managed to order a screwdriver. The sugar and liquor would get your night started soon enough. Especially on a relatively empty stomach. You hadn't eaten since much earlier in the day, preparing for the night ahead of you. You wanted the vodka to hit you hard , hard enough to be able to blame it for any bad choices you might make that night. Soon enough the cold, sweating glass with an orange slice was placed before you. The pink and purple lights of the club also flashed through the slightly hazed glass of the bar's surface. Your napkin stuck the bottom of the glass and the large gold bangle on your right wrist clinked against it while you gulped it down in seconds. The bartender returned from the other end of the bar, shaking his head playfully as you motioned for another round.

"Hey, I'd like to keep a tab open for tonight!" You yelled over the bass of the music. The bartender leaned into you and you repeated yourself a little more loudly.

"Don't worry about it, someone's covering your drinks for the night."

Already feeling buzzy, you shifted your body around to look for your mysterious benefactor. Too many people surrounded the area and they all looked preoccupied with their own parties. "Who is it?"

He laughed and shook his head again. "Sorry babe, can't tell you. You and your friends enjoy yourselves tonight." Two more drinks were placed before you, this time filled with a cloudy light yellowish liquid. You took one into each hand and downed them in a flash, the burn almost making you choke. Tequila! With a little lime juice. It was your least favorite spirit. Hey, it's free though. Who am I to turn down a drink? You thought to yourself. Within a few minutes you managed to shimmy back on the dance floor with your friends. You all threw your hands up in the air when the beat dropped in a pulsing fast-paced R&B song. The girls moved all around each other, playfully dancing on each other while throwing their heads back. You joined in on the fun, feeling the warmth in your belly that signified that you were the perfect level of drunk. The blur in your vision made the lights drag around you and the dizziness in your high heels added to the absolute blast you were having. Maybe ABQ wasn't so bad after all.

The cokehead amongst you all, Melissa, prepared a bump on the back of her hand. You and her stopped dancing for just a second while she poured the powder. She held it out to you and you sniffed, feeling a sense of clearheadedness cut through the daze of alcohol. Melissa took a snort too and smiled wildly. You all began to separate out from each other either to talk to other groups of girls or dance with a guy. You felt a man press himself against your ass, his hands tightly gripping your hips. From the bulge in his pants there wasn't much to grind against. Despite his lack of action downstairs, you returned the press and moved against him to the rhythm. Your head dipped down and rose back up, flipping your long dark hair behind you and into his face. He laughed into your ear.

The DJ was on a roll, hit after hit mixing into each other with perfect timing. The man had turned you around several times throughout each song. You faced him a few times and weren't impressed with what you saw. He seemed to be average in every way, from appearance to height to size. If you were any less drunk or not on coke, you'd have pushed him away to find a new partner. Tonight you didn't feel like being picky though. He was adequate and that was good enough to work your energy out with. Dancing in the club always made you feel like a sex goddess. All eyes in the club certainly weren't on you but you felt at least one pair from just off the dance floor.

The deep brown eyes of an older man were staring a hole into you. He had a small and jovial smile on his face, watching you like you were performing on stage for him. His hands moved up and down his legs while he sat at a table just off to the side of the floor. You made eye contact with him and suddenly forgot about the man dancing behind you. A smirk formed on your own face while your dance partner moved his hands up your hips, past your stomach, and onto your breasts. His lips moved to your neck, planting kisses along the smooth expanse of skin. Sure it felt good. It was nothing compared to the feeling the mystery man's stare gave you. Your panties, a barely there piece of white lace, began to flood. Did you like being watched?

You decide that you don't like it, you love it. The older man cocked his head to the side just slightly, the smile still playing on his face. Even from the distance away from each other you can feel the sinister yet sexual energy emanating from his person. He looked like he could be mean when he wasn't having so much fun. Your body was on fire now. The bottom of the short, sheer lavender dress you wore rode up every time you grinded into your partner's crotch. For a quick second, with the motion of you and the movement of your partner's hands, it rode up so far part of your panties were exposed. When you bent over to really push into him, the mystery man got a direct view of your full tits. His hand began to move over his cock, rubbing over the fabric of his pants. The playful expression was gone now and replaced by a look of pure and unadulterated lust.

With a swift motion he pushed himself up from his table and strode towards you. His walk was incredibly confident, as was his general demeanor. A large golden watch surrounded his left wrist with a tattoo on his forearm just above it. An exquisitely patterned burgundy shirt was with a few buttons open at the top. If he told you he owned the club you wouldn't be surprised in the least. Your partner looked up from your neck to get ready to claim you as his own, when he almost immediately backed away from you when he met the stranger's eyes. The sudden air behind you was a relief since your own body was so hot.

"Liking what you see?" You ask him, hoping you aren't slurring your words too badly. The cocaine has given you an extra boost of confidence.

"I am." Was his smile mocking, or did he find your liquor soaked attitude cute? "You seem to be having a lot of fun."

"Even more when I saw you looking at me."

A purr escaped from the man. You shivered at the sound, feeling like prey under his gaze. You were playing right into his hand. "Have you been enjoying your drinks?"

"Very much so. Are you the one who bought me the tequila?"

His smile widened. "That was me. I'm Lalo, Lalo Salamanca.

His name was smooth on your ears. You told him yours and began to repeat his, liking the sound of it on your lips. He was becoming more intoxicating than the drugs were. You giggled the last time you said it, your clit twitching as he grabbed your arm roughly to sit you down at a stool at the end of the bar. The bartender from earlier stopped what he was doing and rushed over to the two of you, taking an order from Lalo in Spanish. You didn't know any besides a few conversational words.

The same cloudy yellow drink handed to you from before was once again placed in your hand, twice as much as before. Looking at it woozily, you thought twice while raising it up to your lips. You began to take a sip, the burning not quite as bad as it was the first time. Moving too slowly for his liking, Lalo tipped your glass the smallest bit. Some of the tequila dribbled off your lips and ran down your neck. The thin stripe of liquid made Lalo's eyes drag down to your heaving, sweat sheened chest. He looked hungry.

"I'm not too old for you, am I?" Lalo was all jokes.

"Not at all. I like older guys," You were definitely slurring now. "Not that you're old! Just older."

He laughed. You couldn't tell if it was condescending or if he was genuinely amused by you. "You're cute, mamita. I like the way you were dancing. Was that all for me?"

You nodded, feeling a little self-conscious. Flashing your panties to a grown man in a club just because you'll never see him again?

You crossed one leg over the other, feeling off balance on the tiny stool. You felt the blood rush to your clit, an undeniable sense of pleasure with every pulse of your heartbeat. Watching him finish his drink off and order another was a simple gesture that sent you wild. Something about this older man watching you dance provocatively on another man got you hotter than you'd ever been. The grip he gave your arm to lead you hurt, hurt more than you expected. That turned you on too. The thought of his large hands caressing your body, roughly moving you into any position he wanted, or around your neck made your cheeks get warm. Lost in your thoughts, he waved his hand in front of your face.

"You doing okay?" There was a little concern in his voice. He mostly sounded like he had the hint of a joke you weren't in on. He liked how undone you looked, how open you were to him.

"I'm-- I'm good. Great, actually." Lalo stood beside you, looking down into your eyes. He could sense how wet you were, how much you wanted him inside you. That sinister look returned to him. You so badly wanted him to make you his plaything. Reaching your hand out to him, you curled a finger into his belt loop. Your well manicured hand began to rub over his dick, happy to find out he was much, much bigger than your dance partner. His own hand moved under your dress, rubbing the pads of his fingers against the seat of your panties.

Lalo said something in Spanish again while pulling you off the stool of the bar. It sounded almost like was making fun of the situation, probably saying something disparaging about your slut behavior. That tight grip on your arm returned as he dragged you behind him. Soon enough you two were outside of the club, under the dim blinking lights of the back entrance. Your back was pressed against the rough concrete of the building. It scraped against your skin and provided some kind of relief from the tingles of pleasure rippling through you. Lalo took a deep breath of the warm winds blowing past to collect himself. His hand moved through your hair.

"So pretty, mamita. Such a pretty girl…" His cooing soothed you, made you feel like he was going to take care of you.

All you could manage was a small nod. His lips pressed to your forehead in a gentle kiss. It surprised you. The anticipation and slight dread of something much rougher coming along suddenly built in the deepest pit of your stomach. Would he get too rough? Was there anything too rough for you at this moment?

"I bet your pussy is pretty too," Lalo whispered. His hands hiked your dress up in a lightning fast motion. You were completely pressed against the wall now, the texture of the building pressing unbearably. "White lace butterfly panties? How sweet," The cruel laugh that came from Lalo's lips made you scared.

His lips were now against your neck, sucking on the skin there. He ripped them off and let them fall to the ground. You were exposed to the world now, no choice but to let him continue. Lalo's fingers moved up your thighs to your sopping wet entrance, exploring the slickness of your lips. Your hips bucked against him, the sensation overwhelming you. His teeth nipped at your neck as he sucked harder. It hurt, a lot, but you were afraid that if you told him to stop, he'd take his finger off your clit too. You wanted to prove that you could handle him. The moans that squeaked from you spurred him on.

Lalo placed even more pressure on your swollen clit. He moved at a punishing pace, whispering rapid Spanish in your ear. The hickey he left on your neck would show for days after.

Inserting two fingers inside you with an abruptness, your moans turned into a breathy gasp. His free hand came down on your neck to apply pressure. It felt so good, the lack of air freaking you out in the best way. You could barely breathe as he stared into your eyes while pumping his fingers into your g-spot. Your neck angled up to look at him, feeling dizzy at the air being cut off. A dumb and dazed look formed on your face at the way he glared into you, his look a mixture of care and disgust and pleasure. You began to drool while your core clenched around his fingers. Lalo's tongue stuck out as he moved you by your neck up to him, your own tongue swirling around his before he pushed you into a kiss.

"I'm gonna-- gonna come, Lalo," You whispered hoarsely.

"No you aren't."

Your moan was loud as he pressed one last time on your neck, cutting the air off completely. You thought you might pass out. His smile was mean. He knew exactly how much you liked the control he had on your pleasure.

"Don't be a selfish girl. Are you always such a whore after a few drinks?" Lalo's voice was sickeningly sweet as he choked you hard. His cock hurt with how hard he was. He could tell that you were relatively innocent in day to day life when you weren't feeling over-confident from alcohol. The whiplash of his tone compared to his words sent you reeling.

Your nod was barely visible as he let go of your neck. The air had never tasted so good. Those bruises from his fingers would be even harder to hide than the hickey.

Suddenly, your legs were in the air by his sides. While you recovered he placed his hands on your bare ass and hoisted you up around his waist. You could feel the marks his fingernails were leaving in the soft flesh of your skin and you bit down on your bottom lip. Lalo shushed you when you whined about not being able to see his cock. Your reach for it was futile as it was just inches from your grip.

"You can see it when I'm done with you." The hot flesh of his member jutted inside you. The scream that was waiting to leave your lungs finally echoed through the empty backlot of the club. God, he was huge. Even with how wet you were it still hurt when he impaled you with his cock. Lalo's grip on your waist pushed you down as far as you could take him in you. The pain made you wiggle around on him. He waited for a few seconds before beginning to thrust inside you with reckless abandon. With a panic, you realize that he didn't put on a condom. The little voice in the back of your brain piped in to through rational thought. You don't really care. You want him to come inside you. You want him to fill you up with his seed, forget the consequences. You feel like a ragdoll with every slap of his skin against yours.

Little gasping moans come out with each thrust. He's smiling again, that same mischievously evil smile that makes your eyes roll back in your head. Your fingers were scratching at the wall but moved up to push flat against his strong chest. His lips returned to the other, unbruised side of your neck. Lalo didn't even bother to start off easy. He immediately sucked on the skin hard, latching on like he'd never go. Your mind was a blank slate of nothingness, only thinking about his come painting your insides. Although he was more confident than the average man, the ego boost of this girl half his age wanting him to fill her up was invigorating.

"Lalo, Lalo, Lalo," You chanted. "Laaaa-loooo." Your voice raised a pitch at the quickening pace of his cock inside you. You were close to coming again, wetness gushing onto your legs and his pants. His breath was so warm against your ear. "Please let me come, please," you begged him. He liked how needy you sounded for him.

His own breath began to become ragged. The moment was soon arriving. He purred again and pressed his body all the way into you, your back now bleeding slightly from the texture. That was enough to make your legs start shaking. You began to babble incoherently as he filled you with his come. Your walls spasmed around him while you panted heavily, stars filling your eyes. The orgasm made you shake even harder and he chuckled at your movements. Your arms flew around his neck and your lips crashed into his, frantically kissing him. Lalo stayed inside you until he softened. He pulled his dick out in the most painfully slow motion you could imagine. Even while partially soft the glisten of his come and your slickness on the thick shaft was beautiful.

Your thighs were wet with the mixture of juices. The oozing of his come out of you felt better than any drug or drink. The alcohol was now making you feel dizzy more than anything. Your back was scratched up, your neck bruised, your panties gone. You looked at him with big eyes. Your youthful look combined with the obscenity of your raised up dress and slippery thighs was beginning to make him hard again.

"'Lalo, Lalo, Lalo,'" he playfully mocked your coital whining. "You're a lot of fun. Do you usually let strange older men come inside you?" Deep within him, he hoped the answer was no. A strange relief consumed him when you shook your head.

"You're the only one." You were embarrassed and tired now. The coke comedown was wearing you out and the liquor was starting to make your stomach hurt. Even with your aching body you wanted him inside you again.

"We're gonna do this again tomorrow tonight, okay?" He planted that same gentle kiss on your forehead.

How were you gonna tell your friends you wanted to stay in Albuquerque for just a couple more days?

#bcs #better call saul #bcs fanfic #lalo salamanca #lalo salamanca x reader #bcs smut #magnoliafanfic

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Sam Claflin + well developed female characters

I once posted a list of Sam's female-directed films [x], but as @jesstasticvoyage points out, it's also true that a lot of stuff he stars in features well developed female characters (I'm kinda tired of the "strong female character" phrase, so using this one instead). So, let's have a look at them.

The Hunger Games series (dir Francis Lawrence) - still the most obvious example for Sam as a role he's known for, and the purpose of this post. It's safe to say most people know Katniss Everdeen.

Their Finest (dir Lone Scherfig) - Gemma Arterton's character, Catrin, is an aspiring screenwriter hired to work on a script for a film about Dunkirk evacuation--this is a movie about a movie set during WW2. Sam is a fellow writer, in fact he is the one who discovered her. It's funny bc this takes place in 1940s and she gets the job of writing female characters, when even in our times we don't always have that. Worth noting is also Rachael Stirling's Phyl, a minor character but memorable and a lesbian--who doesn't die at the end. It's the straight relationship that gets treated like bury your gays trope this time!

The Nightingale (dir Jennifer Kent) - also known as the film in which Sam plays an absolute monster (you think Billy Dunne is bad, lol). The film centres on young convict Claire (Aisling Franciosi) seeking revenge for the indescribable harm done to her family. Basically, trigger warning for everything.

My Cousin Rachel (dir Roger Michell) - adaptation of Daphne du Maurier's novel. Sam plays Philip, the narrator, but Rachel is so intriguing, the whole story is named for her. She's played by her namesake, Rachel Weisz. There's also Louise (Holliday Granger), Philip's childhood friend. She's the relatable, girl next door type, but she is smart, in fact I think she is the one with the most braincells. (Also I have a theory about her, I think this version of Louise has a darker side!)

Enola Holmes (dir Harry Bradbeer) - title speaks for itself. Enola's mother is missing and the teenage heroine goes on a quest to find her and thus becomes a detective herself. Sam plays Mycroft, the eldest Holmes sibling, though he's far removed from the original Mycroft Holmes of Arthur Conan Doyle's books. Edith, who runs a teashop, is another notable female character.

Adrift (dir Baltasar Kormakur) - based on a true story of Tami Oldham, an amateur sailor, surviving 41 days adrift on the Pacific Ocean after a hurricane. Sam plays her bf Richard. Shailene Woodley has the role of Tami and is also the film's producer.

Riot Club (dir Lone Scherfig) - okay so what's this doing here, you ask, it's a film about an all-male elite club at Oxford. Yes but that's exactly the point, bc even though it is about an all male club, the female characters are surprisingly well developed. The play this is adapted from, Posh, was written by Laura Wade and the director is also a woman, so maybe it's not so surprising. We have Holliday Granger who plays the gf of one of the boys and Jessica Brown Findlay in the role of the pub landlord's daughter. Holliday's character certainly doesn't take any shit from the posh boys. Even Natalie Dormer in the role of a sex worker has enough self-respect to refuse their deranged requests, despite the amount of money it would earn her. Hence I include it on the list.

Charlie's Angels (dir Elizabeth Banks) - title speaking for itself, yet again. Sam's role is relatively minor.

Book of Love (dir Analeine Cal y Mayor) - a romcom. When Maria, played by Veronica Echegui, translates Henry's (Sam) unsuccessful book from English to Spanish, the book becomes a huge hit in Mexico. Turns out that while translating, she inserted some seriously hot steamy scenes. Sam travels to Mexico for promotion and the two of them now have to work together on the next book. So without Maria, the story would not exist and also, once Henry accepts the situation, he is happy to collaborate with her--and at the end, supports her in her own writing efforts. (If you can get round the premise, it is an enjoyable film.)

Daisy Jones and the Six - mini series based on a book of the same name. We have not one, not two, not three, but four amazing ladies to root for: Daisy, Camila, Karen and Simone. While Sam gives performance of a lifetime as the band's frontman Billy Dunne.

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Honourable mentions are Snow White (Kristen Stewart) in Snow White and the Huntsman, a film I have a definite soft spot for though there's many ways it could have been better. In The Corrupted Sam plays a convict who just got out of prison and reunites with his gf and son. The gf is played by Naomi Ackie. She's wary at first but does allow him back into her life and they get back together and raise their son. Unsure if another one of my faves, Pirates of the Caribbean On Stranger Tides apply. Sam's romance with the mermaid Syrena is my absolute favourite of his. She might seem helpless for majority of her screentime, bc she gets captured, turns human on dry land and is unable to walk as she's not used to having legs, Philip (Sam's character) has to carry her. But she was the one who saved him first. And POTC overall is not without good female characters.

#sam claflin #samblogging #female characters

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New Releases

A great mix of new releases this week that make it hard to choose which exactly one I will buy for myself to celebrate making it to spring break. What would you choose?

A Crown So Cursed (The Nightmare–Verse #3) by L.L. McKinney Imprint

In the third book in L.L. McKinney’s Nightmare-Verse trilogy, Alice gets one last chance to save Wonderland from itself.

Alice and the gang are trying to recover from recent events—but members of her crew start having weird dreams. The same dreams. It seems the evil in Wonderland may not be as defeated as they thought—because someone’s building an army of Nightmares to attack the mortal world. But before Alice jumps into battle, she discovers she has a personal connection to Wonderland, and she must face what it means for the fight ahead. — Cover image and summary via Goodreads

The Making of Yolanda la Bruja by Lorraine Avila Levine Querido

Yolanda Alvarez is having a good year. She’s starting to feel at home Julia De Burgos High, her school in the Bronx. She has her best friend Victory, and maybe something with Jose, a senior boy she’s getting to know. She’s confident her initiation into her family’s bruja tradition will happen soon.

But then a white boy, the son of a politician, appears at Julia De Burgos High, and his vibes are off. And Yolanda’s initiation begins with a series of troubling visions of the violence this boy threatens. How can Yolanda protect her community, in a world that doesn’t listen? Only with the wisdom and love of her family, friends, and community – and the Brujas Diosas, her ancestors and guides.

The Making of Yolanda La Bruja is the book this country, struggling with the plague of gun violence, so desperately needs, but which few could write. Here Lorraine Avila brings a story born from the intersection of race, justice, education, and spirituality that will capture readers everywhere. — Cover image and summary via Goodreads

Throwback by Maurene Goo Zando Young Readers

Back to the Future meets The Joy Luck Club in this YA contemporary romance about a Korean American girl sent back to the ’90s to (reluctantly) help her teenage mom win Homecoming Queen.

Being a first-generation Asian American immigrant is hard. You know what’s harder? Being the daughter of one. Samantha Kang has never gotten along with her mother, Priscilla—and has never understood her bougie-nightmare, John Hughes high school expectations. After a huge fight between them, Sam is desperate to move forward—but instead, finds herself thrown back. Way back.

To her shock, Sam finds herself back in high school . . . in the ’90s . . . with a 17-year-old Priscilla. Now this Gen Z girl must try to fit into an analog world. She’s got the fashion down, but everything else is baffling. What is “microfiche”? What’s with the casual racism and misogyny? And why does it feel like Priscilla is someone she could actually be . . . friends with?

Sam’s blast to the past has her finding the right romance in the wrong time while questioning everything she thought she knew about her mom . . . and herself. Will Sam figure out what she needs to do to fix things for her mom so that she can go back to a time she understands? Brimming with heart and humor, Maurene Goo’s time-travel romance asks big questions about what exactly one inherits and loses in the immigrant experience. — Cover image and summary via Goodreads

Viva Lola Espinoza! by Ella Cerón Kokila

A debut young adult novel that’s BOOKSMART with a dash of magic, about a Mexican American teen who spends the summer in Mexico City, meets two very cute boys, attempts to learn Spanish, and uncovers a family secret that changes her life forever.

Lola Espinoza is cursed in love. Well, maybe not actually cursed — magic isn’t real, is it? When Lola goes to spend the summer with her grandmother in Mexico City and meets handsome, flirtatious Rio, she discovers the unbelievable truth: Magic is very real, and what she’d always written off as bad luck is actually, truly . . . a curse. If Lola ever wants to fall in love without suffering the consequences, she’ll have to break the curse. She finds an unlikely curse-breaking companion in Javi, a seemingly stoic boy she meets while working in her cousin’s restaurant. Javi is willing to help Lola look into this family curse of hers, and Lola needs all the help she can get. Over the course of one summer — filled with food, family, and two very different boys — Lola explores Mexico City while learning about herself, her heritage, and the magic around us all. — Cover image and summary via Goodreads

Harvest House by Cynthia Leitich Smith Candlewick Press

Deftly leading readers to the literary crossroads of contemporary realism and haunting mystery, Cynthia Leitich Smith revisits the world of her American Indian Youth Literature Award winner Hearts Unbroken. Halloween is near, and Hughie Wolfe is volunteering at a new rural attraction: Harvest House. He’s excited to take part in the fun, spooky show—until he learns that an actor playing the vengeful spirit of an “Indian maiden,” a ghost inspired by local legend, will headline. Folklore aside, unusual things have been happening at night at the crossroads near Harvest House. A creepy man is stalking teenage girls and young women, particularly Indigenous women; dogs are fretful and on edge; and wild animals are behaving strangely. While Hughie weighs how and when to speak up about the bigoted legend, he and his friends begin to investigate the crossroads and whether it might be haunted after all. As Moon rises on All Hallow’s Eve, will they be able to protect themselves and their community? Gripping and evocative, Harvest House showcases a versatile storyteller at her spooky, unsettling best. — Cover image and summary via Goodreads

Ooops! We missed a book last week. What do you think of this new release?

Forget Me Not by Alyson Derrick Simon & Schuster Books for Young Readers

A romantic ode to the strength of love and the power of choosing each other, against odds and obstacles, again and again.

What would you do if you forgot the love of your life ever even existed?

Stevie and Nora had a love. A secret, epic, once-in-a-lifetime kind of love. They also had a plan: to leave their small, ultra-conservative town and families behind after graduation and move to California, where they could finally stop hiding that love.

But then Stevie has a terrible fall. And when she comes to, she can remember nothing of the last two years—not California, not coming to terms with her sexuality, not even Nora. Suddenly, Stevie finds herself in a life she doesn’t quite understand, one where she’s estranged from her parents, drifting away from her friends, lying about the hours she works, dating a boy she can’t remember crushing on, and headed towards a future that isn’t at all what her fifteen-year-old self would have envisioned.

And Nora finds herself…forgotten. Can the two beat the odds a second time and find their way back together when “together” itself is just a lost memory?

#new releases #weneeddiversebooks

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💋Bad Girls💋: A Teen Titans & Young Justice Cross-Over Fan-Fiction One-Shot (TUMBLR)

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PLOT: This group of eight chicks are getting ready for their slumber party and got some lingerie for themselves rather than their boyfriends. A band of eight dudes are curious about their girlfriends and their tea time, so these men dug into some private plans to find their women's juicy kinks and uncover some hidden secrets. In order to do that, these gents must follow and spy on their ladies throughout their overnight weekends at Paradise City, where the saints and sinners come to play mind games for fun. These guys got an undercover mission to get answers and interrogate their lovers on some certain questions that never asked during their relationships (marriages and engagements). These divas find out and are now crossing the next evil deeds that popped into their minds...some dirty things and some crazy habits in that gave them some vintage bad bitch vibes. Let's find out what these heroines got in store for these heroes and how they'll react.

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⚠WARNING⚠: THIS IS SET IN THE FUTURE LIKE "BEN 10K" TIMES, I CHOSE TO PUT EVA NELSON (FUTURE GWEN) AND RACHEL ROTH UP FOR THAT REASON. THE TEAM AND THE TITANS ARE NOW ADULTS, WHICH DOESN'T MEAN THAT THEY STOPPED BEING FRIENDS AND ALLIES...THEY'RE CLOSER THAN THAT. THIS CONTAINS MOSTLY MENTIONS OF ROUGH SMUT THAT'LL BE VERY IMPLIED OR THE REAL DEAL, A BIT DARK ANGST CAUSE THESE STRONG MEN ARE VERY OVERPROTECTIVE WITH THEIR TOUGH WOMEN, SOME HARD CRACK THAT WILL HURT ME TO DEATH BY LAUGHTER, AND A FEW SOFT FLUFF MOMENTS THAT ARE LOVING AND CARING WHEN THESE BOYS GET COMFORTED BY THESE GIRLS. IT MAKES ME NOT REGRETTING ANY WAY POSSIBLE WITH MY WORDS AND STUFF.

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"The men are stuck on a weekend mission overnight at Las Vegas, which leaves us by ourselves and drinking wine coolers on a cruise ship from LA to Tokyo. We can stay in this fucking tower and be bored as hell, or we'll do my list of things that'll make Kaldur swimming back home faster than Wally speeding throughout Mexico for nachos." Wonder Woman II (OFC: Ophelia Trevor) said while setting her bottle down and grabbing her list. "Here's the things women would do to look hot and sexy for their men. We're doing this and I don't give a damn...we need fresh air for gods' sake."

Black Cat (OFC: Eva Nelson), Tigress, Miss Martian, Zatanna, Rocket, Fire Goddess II (Starfire), and White Raven stared at the list and read it to themselves. They froze with reddened cheeks and their face formed into sly looks with mad grins on their faces. Wonder Woman put the list down and gave them an evil smirk in response to theirs.

Karaoke bars, night clubs, pole dances, music studios, fashion shows, spa resorts, hair salons, poker games, vintage cars, hotel rooms, flower gardens, jewelry stores, casino houses, beauty markets, beach parties, island pools, hot tubs, tattoo parlors, piercing outlets, erotic dens, nail shops, and strip joints.

"We're in," the demigoddess let them follow her and got in some clothes she gave them for Saturday night's neon lights party in Jump City.

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When it reached Saturday night, the guys finished their missions and were surprised that their lovers aren't inside the Titan Tower nor on the Central Island. Nightwing found a sticky note with a matte black lipstick kiss mark on it and read it. He nodded and handed the note to Aquaman II (Jackson Hyde), who recognized his beloved wife the new Wonder Woman's handwriting.

"Hello boys, it seems y'all finished the mission early, don't worry about us, we're currently at that neon lights club dressed up and letting ourselves enjoy some time. If you're reading this Kaldur, you better not let yourself and the rest of the guys catch us there. We're that easy to spot, but you men must be tired and exhausted. The ladies and I got some special presents for y'all, yet it won't happen cause a certain blue bird couldn't keep his thoughts to himself. You boys can drag us back all you want, we'll be running and hiding all night. Once y'all gents find all of us, the ladies and I will be good for you...as long as you perverts tell us why y'all always spy on us during our tea time. Have fun trying to catch us...sincerely yours, your beloved wife Ophelia Stephanie Hyde."

"They're partying at the Neon Lights Club in Jump City," Flash III (Wally West) said as he found the location and showed Nightwing.

"Those women will forever be the death of us," Breach (OMC: Nate Davenport) muttered under his breath, earning a nod from Steel Scion (Superboy I).

Hardware II (Cyborg I), Changeling, and Sentinel (OMC: Matt Ferris) followed Breach to the Zeta Tube while the rest stayed to discuss the women's punishments for lying about their whereabouts. Sentinel opens the location and the heroes headed on the streets of Jump City. The men found the club and walked inside without being caught.

"Now then, where's those girls at?" The girls heard their men and grew excited mixed with fear cause they knew that the boys won't hold back on being rough with them under the sheets.

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Wonder Woman shut the curtains and was a bit of afraid of her possessive husband Aquaman. Miss Martian, Fire Goddess (Starfire), Rocket, Tigress, Black Cat, Zatanna, and White Raven were blushing at how their lovers were prepared to take them home for some rough housing underneath the bedsheets all night long. The heroes were very obsessed and overprotective of their girls, they won't let any man or woman take them away.

"Let's do this number and give our men a good show." The heroines got to their places and were prepared for what they did behind their men's backs every time they by themselves.

"Remember girls, never let a person touch or feel, we let our lovers do that only and we'll be fine." They gulped nervously while stretching and taking deep breaths. "We're getting out of here when the curtain closes and we start running for it backstage to random spots in this club. Don't let them hear or see you...they know that this is a manhunt to them, our asses are doomed when they find all of us. Good luck and I pray to the gods that we can still walk straight after tonight."

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"Thanks," the bartender nodded after passing the heroes some cold water.

"The club got some girls to volunteer and perform some dancing for the crowd tonight. They go by Dahlia (Raven), Violet (Zatanna), Jasmine (Megan), Leilani (Artemis), Rosalie (Eva), Willow (Raquel), Heather (Opal), and Cassia (Kory) Motley of the Spectrum. They did some good dances on the tryouts and got in at first place, I saw those platinum rings with those white diamonds on their fingers and have told many people to try not getting on them cause they're taken. Whoever married or engaged to these ladies, those men are blessed and are proud to love women like them." The bartender explained to the heroes, not knowing that he's actually complimenting them and getting appreciative nods with smiles.

"Peforming on stage, the winners of the Neon Lights Club Dance-Off from last night...here's Spectrum!" The heroes froze to see their wives and lovers in disguise as the Spectrum.

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MAGENTA - EVA (OFC); RED - RAVEN; ORANGE - ARTEMIS ; YELLOW - ZATANNA; GREEN - KORY; CYAN - MEGAN; BLUE - RAQUEL; PURPLE - OPAL (OFC).

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When it goes "Where...have...you...been?", the song does it twice...the warm colors: magenta/Rosalie, red/Dahlia, orange/Leilani, and yellow/Violet will be the first one, and the cool colors: green/Cassia, cyan/Jasmine, blue/Willow, and purple/Heather.

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It's a mix of these two choreography videos and it amazes me that people make videos like the two between this sentence inside their dance studios anytime...they're very talented.

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Once the music was over, the crowd cheers and went insane. The Spectrum bows and waves at the people before heading backstage. When the girls got there, they immediately head into the dressing rooms and went dead silent except for their hearts beating in their chests.

"Oh girls, come out wherever y'all are." The girls let Black Cat cast an invisibility spell and an enchantment that blocks the boys from finding them.

(Mind link established, where we're going now Bella?) Miss Martian asked the demigoddess.

(Two words, top floor.) Wonder Woman answered while trying to stay calm and quiet.

The girls snuck out of the dressing rooms and ran upstairs to the secret elevator. White Raven quickly presses it and uses her magic to close the door shut. Fire Goddess chose the top floor and the girls waited till the door opens to their destination.

Once it does, the women rushed out and hides in random places. They heard their men walking up the stairs and gulped nervously. The ladies know that Steel Scion, Hardware, and Changeling can easily search for them, but Black Cat made sure that her mana kept the guys from finding all of them.

"Ladies, you can't hide from us all night long, we will find all of you and drag y'all home if we have to." Nightwing said in a low voice that almost made the Lucky Girl squeak out loud.

White Raven suddenly saw a light switch and use that to turn off the lights. Zatanna silently gave her a thumbs-up and crawled next to the cambion. The nephilim could see the men's feet on the hard ground and grew anxiously afraid.

[I can't find them here,] the Amalgam Kid stated as he sat down on the bed next to Hardware and glares at the floor.

He gets off of it and lifts the bed up with the half-robot man to see nobody there. The boys set the bed down and Steel Scion grew frustrated. The Son of Steel suddenly heard a ball rolling and snaps his eyes to where it came from.

(Damn it, we're so dead.) Tigress said.

(Don't make another sound woman, we can't be caught by Dick and Wally.) Black Cat told her as she makes a magic portal and teleports both of them along with the rest of the girls through the dimensional vortex. (This portal will lead them trying to find us in the cave, but we'll be inside the bottom ground floor where we can get out of these damn outfits and back in the tower.)

Steel Scion saw the portal and it seems to be kept open. The boys ran through it and saw their own selves back in the cave. Their lovers were driving them nuts and it was working...for now.

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The girls got out of their outfits and into their lingerie for tonight. Black Cat teleported them back in the tower after putting those clothes away in their undercover mission closet and saw that the lights were now off. The eight women were cautious and a bit intimidated.

"Jack?/Conner?/Vic?/Nate?/Wally?/Richie?/Matt?/Gar?" The girls called their names out.

Wonder Woman felt familiar webbed hands on her waist and was pulled back against their fronts like the seven women younger than her. She gasps when those certain pair of lips latched onto her bare neck and begun marking it with love bites. The lights went back and the girls immediately huddled together in fear with nervous looks on their faces compared to the darkened expressions written on the men.

"Hey?/Hi?/Hello?/Hiya?" The girls stuttered with reddened faces at how their men marked their necks with hickeys and got them aroused in an once pitch black lounge.

"You women are in some trouble now, y'all knew how jealous and possessive we are to you. Just because y'all dressed yourselves up nice for us doesn't mean all of you are off the hook," the girls froze to see handcuffs and backed away from their lovers while shaking uncontrollably.

"But," Flash raised a hand with Aquaman and Sentinel II (Matt Ferris).

"Nope, y'all getting punished our way and we'll make sure you ladies won't be running next time." Hardware replied to their protests, earning wide-eyed looks and reddened faces from the females in front of them.

(Run,) all eight girls ran to the halls with the boys trailing them off their paths and were lifted over their shoulders by their romantic interest/special companion.

[This never gets old,] the watch wielder said as he takes Zatanna to their shared room in the tower.

[Indeed,] the Atlantean responded while taking his Amazonian wife to their room.

By the end of the night through morning time, the girls were flustered messes and still sore from the rough pounding they got from their lovers. They blushed madly whenever the guys come out without a shirt and gave them sly smirks, which made the ladies smile shyly in return. The moral of their weekend is that to never tease your lovers whenever they still got adrenaline pumping in them from missions and are frustrated from having no sex.

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DEAR DIARY - JEALOUSY AU - PEPPI'S POV - PART 2/3

Nov 6

me, tess, and nina hung out today. i felt happy, i havent felt that in a while. maybe i dont need mei or jaime. i can just hang out with my art club friends. i still feel that pit in my stomach. they asked me if i was okay. should i tell them?

PROGRESS

weight

oct 15 - 102

now (nov 6) - 92

----<3-----

Nov 9

I HATE EVERYONE. I HATE EVERYTHING.

i gave in and told them what was happening with mei and jaime. i dont wanna be here anymore. whats the point of living if you suffer even at this age?

they better not tell anyone.

----<3-----

Nov 11

okay.. maybe i wasnt so clear the last entry.. i told tessa, nina, and felicity about the situation, our conversation went something like this:

P: and i feel like its my fault.

T: what.. how is this your fault?

N: i knew something was off about that girl.

F: im so sorry.. if it makes you feel better ill beat her up tommorow!-

P: no! i mean- no, just, please dont tell her..

T: why not? she's like and evil witch who's slowly poisoning your life!

N: Jaime too, i get its unintentional but he hasn't even bothered to at the least talk to peppi, even less wonder how its affecting her!

P: i dont want to do anything about it because their still just friends, but even if they were more than that, it would feel wrong because i care about mei and jaime!

T: caring about jaime is reasonable, but why do you still care about mei?, youve known her for less that 3 months and you trust her already?

the rest of the conversation was alright when i changed the subject

once they left i was wondering why is still care about mei. i had bigger things to worry about. do i?

----<3-----

(TW FOR S3XV4L H4RR4SM3N7)

Nov 18

okay so i shouldve put this down at the start but i couldnt write it down without crying.

this sounds pathetic but i dont think i trust my diary even though its an INANIMATE OBJECT.

god what is wrong with me.

ive never told anyone about this, only my mom knows.

it happened when i was in my mom's hometown in mexico for the summer, i went to go run some errands or my mom, since it was a small and safe town (or so i thought) it was common to see little kids walking around alone, i was ten at the time, so i guess i was one of those kids, i was headed to the grocery store when i was pulled into an alley by a middle aged man, i tried to scream but her covered my mouth. he started running his hands through my body, he was unbvttoning my jeans when my mom's friend, doña petra, who had a store infront of the alley ran in and knocked him out with a broom, then called the cops, she walked me home and told my mom what happened. i never walked out alone in mexico again.

thats it.

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Nov 22

i just realized what a mess im becoming. i havent taken the time to get ready, and i would, i just never have the motivation to. everyones been asking me if i was okay, even jaime, he was the last person id expect to ask if i was okay! whats wrong with meeee..

----<3-----

Nov 26

im so tired of everything, im almost failing most of my classes.

----<3-----

tessa and mei got into an argument about me after tess sent a text to mei instead of me.

it went like this:

t: i still cant forgive mei for what she did, you still want jaime right? ive got a plan to destroy mei.

m: who is this?

t: tessa, is this not peppi?

m: THIS IS MEI!

m: penelope is so dead.

----<3-----

nov 27

mei told me this at school.

m: okay listen here you little sh*t, if you dont stay away from jaime im going to make your life hell.

p: i thought you knew i liked jaime.

m: does it look like i care? i never cared about your feelings! you were the only obstacle keeping me away from dating jaime. those nasty rumors about you? that was me! now that he's practically head over heels for me, its gonna be ba breeze getting rid of you! especially now that i have evidence that YOUR the bad guy here! oh, btw im jaime's girlfriend now, just thought i should let you know! byee!!

oh sh*t.

----<3-----

Dec 3

its heather day! since heather is one of me and jaime's favorite songs, we celebrate heather day every year! we exchange sweaters and jokingly talk about people we were jealous about (classmates, celeberties, fictional characters, etc..) while we eat ice cream. i skipped out on the ice cream since i didnt want to gain weight (lost 4 pounds since nov 6 :DD) it was still really fun though! i wanted to talk about how jealous i was of mei, i was jealous of her hair, her clear skin, her flat stomach and hourglass wait, her straight teeth, and that she had jaime, and i didnt. as soon as i thought of mei, jaime started talking about how he had canceled plans with mei to be here, i was preparing myself to hear more about mei until he told me how much he'd missed hanging out with me.

did i hear that right?

----<3-----

i woke up feeling a bit better than i usually do, i checked my phone to see around 25 dms? something big mustve happened, i usually only wake up with around 3 or 4, at the most 5. first i checked the "girlfriends <3" groupchat, which had 4 messages.

T: PEPPI

T: WAKE UP MEI POSTED THE MESSAGE

F: SAY YOUR JOKING RN.

N: WHAT.

one from akilah

A: penelope, why would you do that to mei?!

three from jensen

J: peppi pls tell me mei is just joking.

J: you guys were best friends!

J: peppi?

two from nic

N: why would you do that to mei?!

N: never speak to me again.

one from leticia

L: jaime was so happy with her, why?!

two from jack

J: W move mei had it coming

J: #jaimexpeppiforlife

two from jazmine

J: your a nice person, but what you did to mei was too far!

J: say one more thing to her that isnt sunshine and rainbows and ill make sure you never see the light of day again.

two from olivia

O: mess with her again and your gonna regret it

O: slvt.

and 8 from jaime

J: I HATE YOU.

J: KYS YOU IDIOT

J: i hope you fall in a hole and die

J: i knew you were trying to hurt mei.

J: idek what to say anymore.

J: i wish we never met.

J: dont EVER talk to me or mei again.

J: our friendship is done.

i was already crying when mei sent me a message

M: have fun at school today f**kface <3!

today isnt gonna be pretty.

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Worst scene from Every Webcomic I've Riffed

Here it finally is. It's a sequel to a now outdated article thingy I did like 10 months ago. The only exceptions for this round are Peter and Company for being too new and Chugworth Academy due to the whole comic being the worst scene. Here we go

Alien Dice: Trasik is a Mimic

This may legitimately be the shittiest plot twist in the entire history of this blog. Honestly Tiffany came up with this whole plot twist because she felt that Chel killing Trasik would have been bad. And like, did Tiffany even realize that until that point, she wrote Trasik as an extremely irredeemable monster? Like the fans were BEGGING for Chel to finally kill Trasik. Considering we don't even know where the real Trasik is, and apparently she was kidnapped, this whole twist was such an afterthought. There wasn't even a single speck of foreshadowing. How did Brown SIrius not know? Why did Riley know it but not tell about it to ANYONE? It was just a last minute attempt to make Chel not a murderer. Come on, Tiffany, like, come on.

Bloody Mary: Shootout

Until this moment, Bloody Mary was just a lame crossover comic. Then Mary, a 13 year old girl, decides to start killing people after she witnesses two burglars about to rob a store. I get that the name of the comic is "Bloody Mary" but it didn't need to get so literal. Literally she could have saved her sister if she went back to the Test Family, but no, she somehow has to walk all the way to Mexico to save her herself, and commit several crimes on her way there. After this she continues to commit atrocities against humanity. How did she even know how to handle a gun? And what is that perspective?

Carnivores: Lothan's Gruesome End

From children killing people to children being killed. I've made it clear Lothan Arc is my least favourite Carnivores arc because the whole thing is torture porn of this poor beaked child. After being tricked to feed shark what is implied to be shit, the shark eats Lothan and shares it with the crocodile, thrashing Lothan's body so hard the whole pool turns red from blood. This then kills all the wolves who tortured Lothan earlier aside from one. It's not as out there as some of the later overkill endings Austin would do, but I feel it's the most disgusting one.

Console Girl: The Simulation Revealed

Before Alien Dice's worst moment, this was the worst plot twist in this blog's history. After the first few chapters full of ecchi hijinks, this comic pulled a SHOCK DARKNESS CEREBUS SYNDROME TWIST and revealed the whole comic until then had been simulation, and humans were under attack by the army of consoles. While the shittiness would only escalate from there with little girls and their giant boyfriends, as well as consoles going from obscure references to author's fetishes, this twist was the start of it all, and the biggest example of how to not do a comedy-to-serious transistion. It received no foreshadowing outside of numbers in names, and I am sure Neda pulled this out of his ass as soon as he realized he wanted to cash in on the whole Doki Doki Literature Club/Don't Hug Me I'm Scared-type "innocent thing turns DARK OOOOH" craze. Not to mention this comic fucking failed at being serious, there were still moments of shitty comedy in between, and the seriousness completely failed because of the ridiculous premise. "FUCKING CONSOLES, I'LL MAKE YOU PAY" remember?

Daisy Falls Apart: The Ending

The ending of this comic was so rushed, I couldn't believe it at first. After getting her kingdom back from Wart, the epilogue only lasted two pages, and Daisy didn't learn anything from her struggles, and it's likely Sarasaland is now fucked because Daisy is a tyrant and a womanchild. Maybe she will end up back at the beginning of the comic soon.

Dominic Deegan: Orc Rape

I was actually thinking if I wanted to rank the scene I disliked the most, or the scene I felt destroyed the comic's reputation. I decided that Orc Rape should be this comic's worst scene because it's so fucking stupid. Apparently it's an orc ritual that neither side wanted to take part in, but Stoneraper, our alleged hero, HAD TO DO IT because otherwise Melna would have DIED. Considering how Mookie would eventually turn orcs into the superminority to end all superminorities, this was such a horrible idea. Even worse than that, Melna did eventually fall in love with her rapist. If you want me to be mad at Siggy for hating the entire orc race, then forget about it.

Gene Catlow: Forzoi's Torment

Gene Catlow has the largest amount of terrible moments in combination of it being the longest comic I've riffed thus far and also being full of moments of corrupt morality from Albert's weird mind. Probably the worst moment of them all has to be Forzoi's torment of Carson. Forzoi has somehow convinced himself that Matt is a tyrant and thus constantly torments Carson and demands him to "wake up". He is genuinely an evil manifestation and almost feels like a mask-off moment for this comic's heroes, as he prevents Carson from telling the truth by choking him, and also controls his emotions and constantly speaks to him even from a far. He is literally trying to force Carson to change his mind, even if he doesn't want to. Which quite frankly is what the heroes are also trying to do with the rest of the world, except they're able to hide their true intentions behind therapy speak.

Kit n Kay Boodle: Hammer of Love

Yes. I didn't pick any of the real life arcs because they're all lies. Instead the awful repetitive dialogue of Angela is probably the cringiest part of this comic. She constantly keeps talking about T-shaped laywer's Hammer of Love. And this gets worse when the T-shaped lawyer later keeps talking about ISLANDIA PACIFICA as he plans to reform his lawyer group as yiff-defenders. Man, there was so much in common with Kit n Kay Boodle and Gene Catlow, why was I such an idiot and not make the connection while Albert was still alive???

Las Lindas: Alej’s Redemption

Talk about losing all the conflict this comic had. Alejandra was such a good character until this moment, the only character who could stand off against Mora's dictatorship of douchebaggery. I should have quit reading after Alej knocked Mora out, really because nothing after that is worth reading. On top of that Alej's redemption comes out of nowhere. Just because there is a lot of text during these pages doesn't mean they're actually saying anything meaningful. Alejandra turned good because "Oh, how DARE I disagree with Mora??? She is the most PERFECT FUCKING BEING EVER!!!". Go fuck yourself, and being a lesbian doesn't make you any better.

Monster Girl Academy: The Emotional Moment

Gee, what would be the worst moment in the worst webcomic I've ever riffed? It's easy, the moment when longtime friends Zack and Hua kiss for the longest time. It's not really bad if you see it out of context, but it becomes downright rotten when you think about everything surrounding it. In-universe Hua and Zack called eachother little sister and big brother until one day after seeing Zack get a harem Hua was like "I WANNA LOVE YOU TOO" and later when Hua got wet nipples Zack suddenly got super horny and realized just how INNOSEXY and MODEST Hua is. It's such unnatural development of romance, since this shit is written by Kraw, the turbovirgin whose proudest relationship is a lesbian relationship where the other side treats the other more like an object than a person. And then you get to out-of-universe stuff, the fact this whole webcomic exists as a porn comic behind a paywall that doesn't even feature porn that frequently. The fact this comic attempts an emotional moment with Zack and Hua kissing after overcoming their anxiety is so goddamn manipulative. It shows you that Kraw can't stop pretending he isn't writing for the lowest common denominator, and we'll get another moment like that from him later.

Roommates: Captain Peregrine

There are no humans in your world of gay furries, so naturally you turn Captain Falcon into Captain Peregrine. This serves no purpose, why are these characters even playing Smash when two of them ARE in Smash? Is Kirby a furry? Is R.O.B a furry? Are polygon fighters all furries? Is Mr. Game and Watch a furry? Is Mario a furry? Doing this stupid joke because you have no creativity unironically destroys your terrible gay porn comic's universe more than any closeted homophobes would. Also, of course Spelunker and Dreamous are Melee players.

Spinnerette: Abortion Argument

If I had to pick the worst moment among the sea of worst moments, this would be it. Kraw thought it was a good idea to include allegorical arguing about pro-life vs. pro-choice in an arc where Spinnerette turns fat after switching powers with Greta. This causes Spinny to turn her back on Tiger and Mecha Maid, once again being the idiot of the comic.

The inclusion of topical topics in your comic, especially if they're allegorical, will not only date your comic immensely but basically turn you from a writer into a soapbox. You might as well let your twitter feed write your comic. It's so forced and bad, it almost makes you want to support the opposite argument the creator is saying out of spite! It's like a goddamn psyop designed to make that side look bad! If you support abortion, you fap to fat Spinnerette. You can blame this page for Roe v. Wade getting repealed. Thanks Kraw!

Warmage: Spanking Scene

Need I say more?

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Between the Shadow and the Soul

Chapter 11

5/26/22- turns out I accidentally deleted it lol

Cw: racism, slutshaming, mentions of death

Gif by @nofckingfightinging

"You turned cloak so many times in that war, I wonder if your husband knows how cheap your loyalty is.” he says as if he’s caught her, but even if he spent his life trying to find Tommy's weakness, he wouldn’t find it with her.

Eva knew he would follow her there. A park bench while she reads a book about poetry. People used to give her looks, some good some bad, but it was those types of looks that reminded you where the Americans got their racism. But that changed when Tommy noticed her, everyone feared him and it was in their best interest that Eva Shelby, nee Smith, was treated as if her skin was as pale as her husband’s.

Irene O'Donnell eyed her with intrigue while Donnal Henry eyed her like she was dog shit on his boot. Campbell looks at her like she was put on this earth to make his life miserable.

“I was a spy for the rebels, sir, a much better one than Grace seeing I fooled everyone into thinking that. Do you know how easy it was for me to expose her?” Eva loathes Grace, not only because somehow the insipid little cunt managed to creep in like the snake she is, but also because she was just so fucking awful at her job. Had she been a spy in Mexico she wouldn’t have lasted ten minutes. "Two conversations with her and your god-awful idea to meet in the cemetery where everyone can see you, and by the next day I had told Polly and Thomas what I’d seen.”

Eva hates ineptitude just as much as she hates the idea of sharing her husband.

“She served her purpose well enough.” He said angry that a foreign witch was the one who helped Thomas Shelby evade justice.

“Did you know I was given a gray filly just like the one my husband bought recently for my services by Pancho Villa?” Eva is not one to brag about her time in Villa’s army ---after its inglorious end who can really--- but Campbell is an exception. Its burns him that a twenty-six-year-old housewife has done more for her country than he has for his. Although an Irishman on the side of his people’s oppressors must have no pride. “You see I sounded so American by the time I finished boarding school, no one could tell I was from Mexico. Except for my coloring, obviously.”

“And then killed when you refused to give up your chastity to the general you served, an admirable thing, you were a girl of twenty all alone.” he says as if the majority of Mexico wasn’t composed of Catholics.

“Shame Grace couldn’t keep her legs closed, not a very good Protestant girl, was she? Should have seen how eager she was to jump in his bed, all of Small Heath knew she was whore by then, flirting with both Arthur and Thomas.” Although who could blame Grace, Tommy was great in bed ---if a little tame. Linda seemed to be really enjoying Arthur’s bed, going by her blushes, even if she has to step into the Sodom and Gomorrah that is the Eden Club.

“This isn’t about Mrs. Macmillian, Mrs. Shelby.” Normally Eva is above calling women sluts and whores for having sex, but it hurts Campbell to have Grace be slandered so.

“You know I’ve seen your death in the cards, let's just say if you thought being shot by a woman was embarrassing, imagine being killed by one.” Eva never plans on letting him get to the point, she could talk the ears off a person if she set her mind to it.

“Are you threatening me, Mrs. Shelby?” he says tensing and Eva simply shrugs.

“No, I don’t need to threaten people, I simply tell them what the Universe has said to me, you see, Major, I am a witch cursed to see the future.” her voice is barely above a whisper, low and sweet like poison made with honey. “Think of me as Cassandra of Troy, cursed with prophecies that will never be believed.”

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“You can hardly tell you’re pregnant, you know. I was like that with Danny.” Esme says when Eva comes in through the betting shop, it was much faster than using the other door. Daniel Owen Shelby was Esme’s boy, named after Danny Whizz-Bang. He was John’s fifth child, but Esme’s first and only child. “I hope I can have a pregnancy as good as yours was. I’m sacred of dying like my sister or the baby dying, but it's stupid because the universe has shown me this little one will have three younger sisters.” Eva touches her stomach as if to assure herself that she won’t die like Felicidad did.

“If Tommy is anything like John, those girls of yours will be spoiled rotten. He already bought Katie earrings because he didn’t want her to feel left out when he got Daisy some for her birthday.” Esme says with a laugh. If you’d look at her with Katie, Johnny, Daisy and Robbie you’d think she’d birthed them with how much they loved her and she loved them. Even Daisy who was thinking herself grown at ten and would be unbearable in her teenage years.

“I just know he will.” Eva gets the sudden feeling of someone walking up to the betting shop, a woman she’s heard about, but has never met. “I’ll get the door; I think we are about to have an unexpected guest.”

May Carleton was beautiful, in that English heiress type of way. Stunning woman really and ironically both Eva and Tommy’s type. If Eva wasn’t married, she’d definitely try and see if she could get anywhere with her. “I have an appointment with Mr. Thomas Shelby.”

No hello, no may I come in, nothing is even politely asked and she enters in a way Eva can only describe as Hernan Cortes entering Tenochtitlan already planning how he’s going to oust Moctezuma.

“May Carleton,” May extends her hand to Eva, but Eva eyes it with suspicion. Tommy had told her about her flirting with him ---unfortunately he played dumb when she asked about Grace’s letters, so that’s going to end badly--- and the way she came in here like a colonizer feels a little insulting.

“He usually takes appointments at his proper office.” Eva says wondering how to politely kick her out. She can bet Moctezuma had similar thoughts on how to shake off the Spanish.

“This was the address he gave me.” May drops her hand, feeling the sting. Eva was being rude, but why the hell May Carleton think anyone would be nice to her here.

“He gave you this address?” Esme asks standing by Eva in what can only be seen as solidarity.

“He said this was a gambling den. I told him I wanted to see one since I’m always reading about them in the papers.” now it made sense. Bored rich girl, Eva hated those. Always tried to make her their pet project, always stealing someone else’s boyfriend for shits and giggles and always treating the working class like this circus oddity they can pay to see. “Quite the big scandal in the Telegraph lately. Anyway, he said, I could, uhm, take a look.”

Esme looks at May with incredulity and Eva has that try me bitch look she perfected when she was sixteen and Oneida Villareal Diaz tried to make her life a living hell. Probably likes tonic water too.

Eva already hates her and it's not even about May setting her sights on her charming criminal of a husband.

“And now I feel like a bit of an idiot, because I’m early and he’s late and I have no idea how to behave.” she says almost nervously.

“In a Gambling Den?” Esme doesn’t take kindly to being a spectacle for a rich white woman to enjoy.

“I'll go wait in the car.” May has the decency to appear apologetic, not that it would save her. The Lees are famous for their resentment.

“Oh, you don’t have to. He’ll be here in maybe five minutes; he is very punctual. I am Eva Shelby.” this time Eva offers her hand. The Mexican Spanish accent feels more pronounced and Eva isn’t sure if she should have done that on purpose. With Oneida and her posse of rich mean girls, it was the opposite. The more Irish she sounded the better. Remind them, she was the foreign European one. Didn’t help she was darker than them, which was why they always thought her beneath them. All that culminated with Eva ‘accidentally’ pushing Oneida down a few steps so she’d hurt her ankle and Eva would be playing both Odette and Odile in their school’s rendition of Tchaikovsky's Swan Lake. She hates Swan Lake, but boy does she love revenge.

“So, what brings you here, Miss Carleton?" Eva asks in that sweet polite manner of hers that she uses on strangers.

“I am going to train his racehorse, for Epsom.” she says still taking everything in, reminding Eva about how Oneida looked at the offices by the port and how surprised she was to see how well off the Smith Rileys lived. After all they did benefit from the Porfiriato up until the Americans destroyed their ships.

“You know horses?” Esme asks as if she didn’t believe posh Miss Carelton was a horse trainer.

“Yes, you?” May asks and now Eva wonders if she judged May wrong.

“Born riding. Slept in a manger when I was a baby.” Esme answers, a softness about her face when she recalls her childhood.

John comes in, complaining about May’s car. And Tommy comes in just as John assumes Eva is feeling threatened by the beautiful heiress.

“Sorry I’m late,” he clears his throat and John backs down. “There was a business matter.” he doesn’t kiss Eva’s cheek like he always does and that just annoys her more. He orders for Esme and John to keep the place locked for a while and Eva wonders if she is supposed to cockblock them to prevent May Carleton from getting the idea Tommy is unattached, or leave in a huff before she does something immature like trip her. She trusts her husband, but she doesn’t trust Carelton to keep Carelton to keep her lily-white hands off her man.

“You hate her, don’t you?” he asks knowing the answer to his question. Lucky for Eva they have the house for themselves since Finn likes spending the night at Polly’s because he misses her and Arthur has gotten a place in London above the Eden Club.

“I don’t know her enough to hate her, but the impression she has given me leaves her in the same spot as the girls who made my life hell in boarding school. Walked into the betting shop like a fucking colonizer.” Eva groaned and he laughs at her choice of words. She may be more Irish than Nahua, but she was raised to know colonialism is evil and how it looks. Every foreign country owned and enslaved mexicans with their factories in Mexico. “Did she drink Tonic Water? The bitchy rich girls always drank that.”

“You drink it too, love.” he points out and once again Eva finds herself forgetting she’s a little angry at him. Here acting like everything is fine while cleaning up after dinner. Him being playful with her and reminding her how horny pregnancy has made her.

“Don’t do that.” she says reminding herself it's now or never.

“Do what, Evie?” he asks bracing himself for the inevitable fight they are hurdling to.

“That thing you do where you make me forget that I am actually pretty fucking mad at you, Tommy.” she says angrily. “I know about those letters Grace has written to you and to top it all off, you didn’t even bother correcting Carleton when she assumed you were unmarried today.”

If Tommy thought her pretty when she was mad, she’d look fucking gorgeous tonight.

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Notes:

happy new years, i was bored in my room and wrote this all in one sitting, yay!

First things first, only Katie, who I assume is the younger daughter since she is still peeing the bed in season 1, is named. I gave them names here. In order they are: Daisy, Robert (robbie), John Jr (Johnny) and Katie. the baby Esme had between seasons is named Daniel Owen after Danny Whizz Bang who gets killed by Billy Kimber in season 1.

May Carleton gave me bitchy rich girl vibes at first, didn't dislike her as much as i dislike Grace ---who I just think sucks as a charcter, spy , but excels as a ghost--- or Tatiana ---who is just an awful person and kinda annoying.

The Porfiriato is the title given to the thirty-one years (seven presidential terms)President Porfirio Diaz was in power in Mexico. guy started out sort of good, but became a tyrant who favored foreign investments, industrailism without care about people's rights and literally killed his oppnents. his regime lead to the Second Revolution that kinda ended up almost exactly the same. The US originally backed the rebels until the Rebels started raiding them because they were still pissed about the US orchestrating the Mexican-American War to steal half of what is now the continetnial US. the 2nd revolution would make a fantasitic m-rated period drama, has a lot of violence, back stabbing, politics and at one point 41 queer men were exsposed at a dance (there's a movie called El Baile de los 41/the Dance of the 41) one of them being Diaz's son-in-law.

#eva smith shelby #tommy shelby x oc #thomas shelby x oc #thomas shelby fanfic #peaky blinders fanfiction #oc fanfiction #thomas shelby imagine #thomas shelby #tommy shelby fanfic #peaky blinder fanfic

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doing the self insert questions for amelia! warning for mentions of drugs, s/a, & relapsing (all vague).

1 — give us a quick run down of your s/i!!

amelia e. woods (cis woman, she/her), a famous child star that faded into obscurity as she grew older. she turned to drugs & partying during her late teenage years / early twenties just to stay somewhat relevant. at the age of 22 she opted to sober up and move to new mexico with her parents. by the time the breaking bad series starts, she’s around 25 i imagine!

2 — post a meme that describes your s/i.

3 — where does your s/i live? do they aspire to move or are they content with where they are?

she lives in albuquerque, new mexico with her roommate jesse (and previously with another roommate named daisy, who she called daisy-dill). she’s pretty content with where she is! she does want to move into a bigger house but that’s only if she ever has kids.

4 — what's a song that describes your s/i? even better if you have a playlist!

songs that are distinctly amelia core are hollywood baby & dumbest girl alive by 100 gecs. she would absolutely hate both of these songs because of the genre but they are HER. hollywood baby relates to her backstory & dumbest girl alive also fits the vibe considering the hollywood movie-esque opening before a loud “angry” guitar comes in. i think dumbest girl alive would be more her when she’s doing her partying / when she first moves to new mexico. angry, sarcastic, bitter, etc.

5 — what is your s/i’s profession?

she used to be an actress but now she is a news reporter! she enjoys news reporting by a lot, especially when it’s a heart felt subject. she likes most of her coworkers too!

6 — what does your s/i have most in common with you? what's different about them?

both me & amelia are early risers, we both are very interested in schedules, we’re of the same race (african american).. um, we both can be bossy, sarcastic, clever, etc. she takes the type a personality all the way though. she is scared to relax because she’s worried she’ll let go of herself. we both can be argumentative but we don’t always mean it offensively, we just like debating ideas. we both were “good” kids. “gifted” kids.

7 — if your s/i was an animal, what would they be?

I THINK ABOUT THIS A LOT! i believe she would be a deer (a mecore animal in general) or calico cat..

8 — how did you get the idea for your s/i's backstory?

i dunno.. she told me herself idk.. /hj some of it is more personal (i haven’t touched on the s/a she’s been through but that mirrors my own experience) but other parts are just things i thought would be interesting.

9 — give us an example s/i outfit (or describe it).

her style is a mash up between “goody two shoes” (whatever annie edison has going on in her closet) and 70s sort of casual femme clothing. she and her old roommate daisy got along well fashion wise.

10 — what are some of your s/i's major skills?

she’s good at debate (a club she was president of in high school), she’s a decent singer and has sung on television before, i would so just her tv presence, it helps a lot with her job. i dunno,, tv news reporter skills, that’s what she has. and she’s good at picking locks (don’t ask).

11 — what is your s/i afraid of?

relapsing… and bugs. she hates insects. except worms, she likes worms. they’re chill.

12 — if you had to compare your s/i to an already existing fictional character, who would it be?

ok so her kin list? you’re asking for her (unofficial) kin list? annie edison , kyoko kirigiri , courtney (tdi) , twilight sparkle , edelgard (fe3h) & elsa off the top of my head.

13 — has your s/i's story changed since you created them or has it stayed relatively the same?

not particularly, minor details change but the general plot is the same (as of now, lol).

#boykujou #self ship #selfship #s/i #self insert #oc & s/i #amelia woods #jesselia #tw drugs #tw drug mentions #tw relapse #tw relapse mentions #tw s/a #tw sa mention

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Book Recommendations: Gothic Fiction

Plain Bad Heroines by Emily M. Danforth

Our story begins in 1902, at The Brookhants School for Girls. Flo and Clara, two impressionable students, are obsessed with each other and with a daring young writer named Mary MacLane, the author of a scandalous bestselling memoir. To show their devotion to Mary, the girls establish their own private club and call it The Plain Bad Heroine Society. They meet in secret in a nearby apple orchard, the setting of their wildest happiness and, ultimately, of their macabre deaths. This is where their bodies are later discovered with a copy of Mary’s book splayed beside them, the victims of a swarm of stinging, angry yellow jackets. Less than five years later, The Brookhants School for Girls closes its doors forever - but not before three more people mysteriously die on the property, each in a most troubling way. Over a century later, the now abandoned and crumbling Brookhants is back in the news when wunderkind writer, Merritt Emmons, publishes a breakout book celebrating the queer, feminist history surrounding the “haunted and cursed” Gilded-Age institution. Her bestselling book inspires a controversial horror film adaptation starring celebrity actor and lesbian it girl Harper Harper playing the ill-fated heroine Flo, opposite B-list actress and former child star Audrey Wells as Clara. But as Brookhants opens its gates once again, and our three modern heroines arrive on set to begin filming, past and present become grimly entangled - or perhaps just grimly exploited - and soon it’s impossible to tell where the curse leaves off and Hollywood begins.

The Cherry Robbers by Sarai Walker

New Mexico, 2017: Sylvia Wren is one of the most important American artists of the past century. Known as a recluse, she avoids all public appearances. There’s a reason: she’s living under an assumed identity, having outrun a tragic past. But when a hungry journalist starts chasing her story, she’s confronted with whom she once was: Iris Chapel. Connecticut, 1950: Iris Chapel is the second youngest of six sisters, all heiresses to a firearms fortune. They’ve grown up cloistered in a palatial Victorian house, mostly neglected by their distant father and troubled mother, who believes that their house is haunted by the victims of Chapel weapons. The girls long to escape, and for most of them, the only way out is marriage. But not long after the first Chapel sister walks down the aisle, she dies of mysterious causes, a tragedy that repeats with the second, leaving the rest to navigate the wreckage, to heart-wrenching consequences. Ultimately, Iris flees the devastation of her family, and so begins the story of Sylvia Wren. But can she outrun the family curse forever?

The Return by Rachel Harrison

Julie is missing, and no one believes she will ever return - except Elise. Elise knows Julie better than anyone, and feels it in her bones that her best friend is out there and that one day Julie will come back. She’s right. Two years to the day that Julie went missing, she reappears with no memory of where she’s been or what happened to her. Along with Molly and Mae, their two close friends from college, the women decide to reunite at a remote inn. But the second Elise sees Julie, she knows something is wrong - she’s emaciated, with sallow skin and odd appetites. And as the weekend unfurls, it becomes impossible to deny that the Julie who vanished two years ago is not the same Julie who came back. But then who - or what - is she?

The Death of Jane Lawrence by Caitlin Starling

Practical, unassuming Jane Shoringfield has done the calculations, and decided that the most secure path forward is this: a husband, in a marriage of convenience, who will allow her to remain independent and occupied with meaningful work. Her first choice, the dashing but reclusive doctor Augustine Lawrence, agrees to her proposal with only one condition: that she must never visit Lindridge Hall, his crumbling family manor outside of town. Yet on their wedding night, an accident strands her at his door in a pitch-black rainstorm, and she finds him changed. Gone is the bold, courageous surgeon, and in his place is a terrified, paranoid man - one who cannot tell reality from nightmare, and fears Jane is an apparition, come to haunt him. By morning, Augustine is himself again, but Jane knows something is deeply wrong at Lindridge Hall, and with the man she has so hastily bound her safety to. Set in a dark-mirror version of post-war England, Starling crafts a new kind of gothic horror from the bones of the beloved canon.

#gothic fiction #fiction #horror #thriller #reading recommendations #reading recs #book recommendations #book recs #library books #TBR pile #tbr #to read #booklr #book tumblr

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how chaotic would a crossover of your fave media and beyblade beee

BEYBLADE ACTUALLY IS MY FAVOURITE MEDIA LOL

Beyblade x my Second Favourite Media would be...huh. I'm not sure what my Second Favourite Media IS, actually. It's either Inazuma Eleven or Buffy the Vampire Slayer, idk which to pick over the other.

I think Buffy would be funnier than sakka because sakka is too similar to spintops. Sakka is just Kids Doing Casual Magic via soccer instead of via plastic spinny top toys. Buffy is vampires and demons and Hellmouth and Apocalypse no. 4515645206.

Slayers are supposed to Always Be Girls [...because the first one was like a human sacrifice pretty much and all subsequent ones are Supposed To Be Controlled By A Council Of Old Men, The Slayer Is Treated As A Weapon/Tool Not A Person etc.] but there aren't very many of those in BeyBurst so I'm throwing that rule in the trash. Heehoo misogyny denied. Shu is the Slayer now.

Shu is given a pointy wooden stake one day and told to go kill monsters, It Is His Sacred Duty, He Must, For The Protection Of Humanity, etc., and Shu says DON'T MIND IF I DO

Shu stakes Free immediately

But he is terrible at it because it is his first try so he misses the heart and the creature is fine. Dude, What The Fuck. Free punches Shu in the face. This is the beginning of a slowburn homoerotic romance that will only come to true fruition in a Heated Moment Of Emotions when one or the other of them attempts to sacrifice themself to stop apocalypse no. 41689449635 in a season finale. [They both either survive or are resurrected 1. very quickly, and 2. against their will. It's fine.] At which point Free will be unable to cope with Admitting He Has Caught Feelings, and will promptly move to Los Angeles and become a lawyer. His spinoff series will get five seasons.

In the meantime, Shu tries to argue that Lui is probably ugly enough to qualify as a demon and thus he should be allowed to kill him. The Watcher's Council is not swayed by his reasoning. Shu tries to figure out how to feed Lui to a vampire and make it look like an accident.

Speaking of The Watcher's Council, Ashram is probably the Big Boss Bitch of that bullshit club. This is because The Watcher's Council is inevitably damned to not be listened to or cared about, and will get blown up at the beginning of a later season to emphasize how scary and dangerous a new Big Bad Monster is. Nobody even notices for a day or two.

Shu's own personal Watcher, however, breaks the norm of being a stuffy old man in a tweed suit. It is Wakiya. This is because Wakiya is rich and spoiled, and begged his Elder Watcher daddy to pull some strings and let him have his Very Own Pet Slayer the next time one awakens, in spite of the fact that Wakiya is only 16. The monkey's paw curls and he now has to babysit Shu. He is surprisingly incredibly competent at this and ends up being the only person Shu will actually almost-consistently listen to. Wakiya takes his nannying job very seriously. Shu is scolded very sternly every time he tries to die or run away to Mexico. Or do drugs.

The fun thing about Slayers is that they are almost always bratty teenagers who awaken right in the middle of High School, easily the worst time in anybody's life, especially if you find out you are now a supernatural entity bearing the sacred duty to protect humanity from the forces of evil all while already being completely full of hormones. Shu was expelled from his first school for burning down the gym. In his defense, there was one single vampire inside of it, but he's not allowed to tell people about that. His second and current school has a Hellmouth in the basement. He tries to push Lui into it.

Valt attempts to reason with the Hellmouth, arguing that perhaps it is simply cranky because it is hungry and therefore we should try feeding it some bread. Shu debates whether he should try to stop him or not. Wakiya has to prevent Valt from being eaten by the basement maw.

Daina takes up witchcraft in an effort to become more useful, and also more goth. Jin and Clio are his occult study buddies. Clio claims to be a foreign exchange student from Transylvania. He's still doing the vampire schtick, but nobody considers trying to stake him because he is clearly just an idiot nerd in a silly costume. He gets shoved into a locker at least once a month.

Orochi is a random civilian [well, he's the son of a very rich and famous piano guy and also his family is friends with Wakiya's family, but other than that] who is saved from becoming a vamp snack one day, thus learning that Vampires Are Real, Apparently, and promptly asks "So some of them are good, then?" Shu and co. ask what the fuck he means by that, one of those bastards LITERALLY just tried to fang him, and he points at Clio. "Your friend there. He doesn't have a heartbeat. I thought my ears were playing tricks on me." Plot twist, the idiot nerd in the silly vampire costume IS an actual vampire and has just been hiding in plain sight. Shu goes to stake Clio and Clio squeals WAIT WAIT IT'S FINE IT'S FINE I DON'T EAT PEOPLE I'M THE GUY WHO'S BEEN BREAKING INTO THE HOSPITAL TWICE A MONTH I'M STEALING THE FUCKING BLOODBAGS PLEASE DON'T KILL ME I'M AN ETHICAL UNDEAD CREATURE OF THE NIGHT. This is true and everybody shrugs and lets him live because he's harmless. He didn't even eat the bully who tried to swirly him last week. Also he's really good at magic. The Annoying Creature Is Useful.

Clio later finds out that Free is ALSO an Actual Vampire who is not killing people and thus Shu has not killed HIM, and he is VERY PEEVED BY THIS.

Clio: "What The Fuck, Asshole! I've been friends with your friend for MONTHS now and you still tried to dust me immediately! You KNEW Murder Is A Choice, Even When You're Dead! Why no faith in me??? How have I not earned thine trust yet????? Oh! Oh! I am so offended. I bet you don't even taste good anyway." Shu: "I DID stake Free. I staked Free for being annoying. You are also annoying." Clio: >:O !!! "...Wait, Free's still around. That means you missed the heart?? lolololol" Shu: "I am literally still holding a stake in my hand right this very moment. I am much better at using it now. Why are you deliberately continuing to annoy me. Do you WANT to be a little pile of ash on the floor."

Kensuke is a werewolf, unbeknownst to everybody [including Kensuke] because Kensuke is so sweet. Kensuke just thought he was a sleepwalker and didn't tell anybody about all the times he woke up butt-naked in the middle of the woods because that is embarrassing. Shu refuses to slay Kensuke upon discovering the truth, and instead opts to simply lock him in the incredibly convenient giant cage built into one of the walls of the school library every time That Time Of The Month rolls around. Kensuke is a good boy and only eats a few of the books.

Wakiya's father is incredibly rich and owns the school, as well as most of the rest of the city quite frankly. Everybody gets away with quite a lot of property damage because of this.

Shu's parents never find out anything whatsoever about what is going on because they are never home. They probably don't remember they even HAVE a son. Over the course of the series, Shu's father will divorce his mother and move away to fuck knows where, and Shu's mother will briefly date a robot before dying of a surprise cancer-induced brain aneurysm. Shu is conflicted on whether or not to care about either of these events.

I could keep going but this post is already very long and I need to stop.

#.Replies #BeyBurst #Beyblade Burst

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Dead Girls Don’t Die

Part 1: We’ve got a live one

Characters: MCU Tony Stark and Matt Murdock with female witch OC

Warnings: General mentions of death and violence, Abuse against minor by parent. Allusion to NonCon, mention of suicide, just a lot of trauma in general. Read at your own risk ⚠️

AN: I posted this on A03 so I thought I should post here too. Heads up the idea is that the main girl can see ghosts and she has a crap ton of trauma.

Word count 2.3k (sorry if it’s too long)

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The cold was delicious; it draped over me like a blanket, the edges kissing my skin and caressing my soul. It slowly slipped away leaving me shaking, not from chill, but from power. The witches had been coming for days offering their knowledge. Women from so many different eras with rich and diverse skills.

The dark witches always seemed to stick, all but the chaos they said they belonged to another. They bid me goodbye, placing kisses on my cheek and whispering blessings in my ears. I had always loved the spirits. Most are satisfied with one meeting or they choose to come and go, but a few stayed. Mostly the women, it was a sisterhood connection of sorts. Alice Brody, a 23 year old 1950s housewife, killed her husband for cheating on her after learning of her infertility.

Alice occupied her time in “The Grey” as the spirits called it by taking on a maternal role with me. She gave great housekeeping and sewing advice I was capable of multiple elaborate 50s style hairdos and whenever someone hurt me she comforted me by explaining exactly how she would murder them. Most female killers preferred poison. Alice was not like most.

Joan the depression era pickpocket eternally age 14. She could get into just about anywhere while human so she enjoyed the freedom of her specter- like form. She was stabbed to death over a five dollar debt. She still insists it was better than starving. Dorothy Montie rising star of the cotton club. Her voice was haunting, do deep and sad it could swallow you up. I don't know how she died, all I know is that it was bad and white men with Harlem accents send her running.

Wyatt, one of the few male ghosts, was a cowboy in New Mexico. He talked about his friend and fellow Cowboy Manuel like he was much more than that to him. He wouldn't let me summon him though and despite my hints at modern terms he refused to admit his feelings out loud.

Martin was the other man who stuck around. He was huge and his body was riddled with scars but he called me Miss Sylvia in the softest voice. I had told him that he didn't have to call me Miss but he had scolded me “Ms.Sylvia it ain't nothing like that, you've been good to me and good women are deserving of respect.” He had another name in life but in his words “Since I'm a free man now I oughta have a free name.”

With the aid of my reading skills and multiple history books from the institute's library, he had settled on Martin. No one could be perfect when it came to the topic of race, but despite the fact it wasn't his job Martin sure did help keep all of us in check. He taught himself how to read, and we had a system that whenever he tapped my hand I turned the page for him. Now with concentration he could do it on his own. He was honestly more educated on the current political climate than I was. In my defense he didn't need to sleep.

Being the most modern I had the fewest problems ( note fewest not nonexistent) but the others needed some work. Even though Dorothy had lived in a time with more rights she struggled with believing she was worth it. I wish I could help her but giving my opinion on her no matter how kind wouldn't help. It would only cement the idea that other people’s opinions controlled her. Martin coaxed her out of her shell. They made me believe in true love. How morbid that the best example of a healthy relationship had was two dead people from times nearly seven decades apart.

There was a nun Sister Anne who popped in from time to time. Child ghosts could scare the crap out of you especially if they weren't verbal but I had only ever encountered one who was dangerous. They mostly just wanted to play or be held and talked too. Alice adored them and I had to admit I did too.

“You doing alright Darling, I saw you had another visitor,” she smooths my hair with her cool fingers. Ghosts could be anywhere from seemingly the same temperature as my skin, to cold enough to leave red marks on my body. Alice just felt like someone with poor circulation. “I'm alright, it gets easier every time,” I reassure her.” “It must be such a queer feeling, absorbing another person.” “It's really not they just leave their knowledge, I know how to read ancient languages and cast spells like I know 1+1=2.”

“Cole you have visitors, time for cuffs,” one of the male orderlies shouts unceremoniously. I look up annoyed. “ I oughta teach these brutes a lesson in manners,” Alice huffs, her gray-white tones flashing into color. Her eyes are this striking blue and her blonde hair is in the softest curls. The only harsh things are her blood red lips and nails, and of course the malice in her eyes.

“You can try later Alice. We need to know who the visitors are” I whisper. I stand in position as the guard places the cuffs. They had medicated me to near death and no change in my “Severe Schizophrenia”. So they kept me on low dose antipsychotics and cuffed me in the presence of other patients.

Doug the orderly was superstitious, he recited the exorcism from the exorcist every time he had to check on me. God himself couldn't stop me from killing him if I wanted to so it was pretty useless. Lucky enough for Doug I didn't want to kill him. We had a ghostly entourage as he led me out to the visiting area. The news of living visitors brought everyone out from the grey.

Two men were waiting. One was definitely blind and most definitely a lawyer. The second was wearing an overpriced suit and a little too much confidence for his own good. As we neared I realized the latter was Tony Stark. It was impossible to escape tabloid magazines even living under the rock that was Michael Bronlittle’s hospital for the criminally insane.

“You can take the shackles off of Miss cole” the lawyer speaks. He had the seal of approval from Sister Anne “a good Catholic boy” Alice was raving about how handsome he was and Martin had heard of his humanitarian work in NewYork. He was good in my book. “Are you sure sir, she's killed two men?” Doug sounds shocked that he even considered it.

“Doug look me in the eyes” I say exasperated. I turn around and he looks at me like I might bite him. “Doug if I had any desire to harm you I would have done it by now, I have been here seven years and the only trouble I have ever caused was Jackson three years ago.”

“We both know for a fact he wasn't checking on me just like he wasn't checking on Marcie before she got pregnant and just like he wasn't checking on April before she killed herself.” I can see in his eyes he knows, everyone knew. I was going to end on that note but then I remembered I had a promise to fulfill.

“Also before you go your Aunt Perla says you need to man up and propose to Rebecca already and the secret ingredient in her pound cake is just sour cream not anything fancy.” Perla was a dear, but she was ready to go upstairs and didn't have the energy to deliver the message herself. He goes silent then he sputters and stutters. “We’ll take our chances with Curly Sue Lady of Darkness” Stark Quips. Doug uncuffs me and leaves locking the door behind him. He’d be okay. Eventually.

“Have a seat Ms.Cole?” says the Lawyer “Matthew, Matt Murdock” Martin informs me. “You can call me Sylvia Mr. Murdock, as can you Mr.Stark, it's best to be on a first-name basis with a girl before she performs a seance or discusses her motive for murder.” I state simply sitting down across from them.

“Manners Darling, small talk, polite language.” Alice reminds me looking disdainfully at the shocked faces in front of me. “Oh I'm terribly sorry I'm quite rusty when it comes to conversation. I don't get visitors so I assumed those would be the only reasons someone would bother to come here. I apologize.”

“That's alright I like to cut to the chase, small talk is overrated,” says Stark taking off his shades.” We need to know about your Father he invented a certain device of sorts that we need to know about. It's for the sake of humanity.” My body stiffens and I feel Alice's embrace Wyatt steps forward placing a hand on my shoulder

“Alan has never been my father and he never will be, the last time I saw him was when I killed him and I would do it again. Anything he ever touched turned twisted and broken. Anything he created wouldn't be for the better of anything.” I can feel my nails digging into the skin of my palms and the phantom pains on the parts of my body I can't technically feel anymore.

“Anything at all would be incredibly helpful to our case.” Mr. Murdock urges gently. I feel the floodgates in my mind break open. “What I remember Mr.Murdock doesn't matter in any court of law. I'm just the psycho little girl, the murderous schizophrenic, Humanities little freak show to ogle from time to time,” I snap.

“Everyone says it's such a tragedy, what happened to my poor poor Father. What kind of little girl comes up with such horrible things!? What kind of monster murders her own father and blames it on ghosts!?” I mock the comments I've heard over the years, as hot tears beginning to roll down my cheeks.

“According to society and a multitude of mental health professionals, I'm a violent schizophrenic with extreme and vivid delusions,” I repeat the diagnosis that’s been told to me time and time again. “They say that the only thing in my life that gives it any meaning or inkling of joy is made up in my head,”

I pause for a ragged breath but they still don’t dare to interrupt me Some days I don't know if what my father did to me caused it or if he didn't even do anything at all.” The words are strained. “Even I know I am not sane Mr. Murdock, and I have more faith in myself than anyone else” I finish looking up at them with contempt in my eyes. “Memories, anything at all?,” Stark questions me.

He crossed an invisible line in my head. “What I remember was a man Who was a Sadistic Narcissistic Sociopath, a pedophile and a necrophile.” the list nearly makes me vomit. “A man who got off on my pain and my fear. A man who I know within my heart of hearts killed girls before I killed him.” I look in their eyes silently begging them to believe me.

“The man I know invented and built all manner of things to hurt a person no, a child and not leave a mark.” I’m seething at this point. “A monster so good at manipulating that he did it from his grave.” No one believed me not over him. “Mr.Murdock, Mr.Stark I remember a man that exists to no one except for me and the ghosts of little dead girls.”They're watching pale faces as one does when someone breaks down in front of you. Somehow I just know what I need to do.

“Tony, your mother loves you more than anything and she says that you shouldn't worry about living up to your father because you're ten times the man he ever was and a thousand times better Father. “Mattie I hope you really have the devil in you because God has no domain over where I'm sending you.”

I grab a file and a pen sitting on the table and I begin to write out the address. “Matthew, your father wanted me to remind you that you don't have to win every fight you just gotta survive 'em,” I say, trying not to imitate the man’s accent. “The well at the front of the estate is real but the one in the garden is a tunnel.” I turn to Stark. “I wouldn't recommend visiting all you'll see is your little girl or if I'm as insane as they say you'll find nothing.”

They both start to ask questions but I silence them. “I know what I know. I've already talked more today than I have my entire life,” Maybe it's a deathbed confession of sorts I think to myself. “I truly wish the best for both of you” . I pause cringing at the intense feelings in my body. “I'm sorry for not being able to help you more and for the fuss I'm about to cause.” I'm partially aware of the fall from my chair as I lose control of my body to a Grand mal seizure. I swear I can hear death and the devil laughing at the irony. How funny, a dead girl that's afraid of dying.

#fanfic #writing #marvel mcu #tony stark #matt murdock #dark!drabble #childhood trauma #witch oc #haunted #lawyer Matt Murdock #marvel #mcu fic #tony stark and teen OC #stark industries #matthew murdock #anthony stark #murder mystery #serial killer #the avengers

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Maybe we could get to know who you based on to write each character, please?

lol the way I have been DYING for this question. So a little back ground, when I first ever wrote the outline for Sinners and Saints it was actually a Mayans MC fanfic, so some of the characters I based the boys off of are based off of mayans/SOA characters. anyway, here we go:

Jake Kiszka: Jake is based off of a combination of a couple characters. I based him off of Miguel Galindo (Mayans MC), Jax Teller (SOA) and Michael Corleone (The Godfather). All three characters have a good and bad side to them, which makes them the perfect main character. Miguel's influence is the business side of Jake, his sophistication and the fact that he trusts no one. Jax's influence is the outlaw side of Jake. Jax is smart, quick on his feet, and there is only one woman in his life that can make the outlaw crumble to his feet. Michael's influence on Jake's character is the fact that he is the leader of the mafia (in the second movie) but he struggles to maintain a healthy relationship with his significant other and his family business.

Josh Kiszka: Josh is based off of a little bit of Miguel and Jax. Josh and Jake are twins so they have similar characteristics. Josh's character takes on more of the business side of the family than Jake's does. The Galindo family is very rich, having different organizations across the state of California and into Mexico. Just like the Kiszkas they have a vast growing business with running guns, fight clubs, dance clubs. Josh is also like Jax in the way that he lost his true love and ever since then has just been filling the void.

Sam Kiszka: Sam is based off of Juice Ortiz (SOA), EZ Reyes and a little mixture of Spencer Reid and Penelope Garcia (Criminal Minds). Sam is smart, I have mentioned in S&S that Sam was studying at MIT prior to the beginning of the series. He is the hacker, just like Juice and Penelope, being able to break into pretty much anywhere and everywhere. He was able to completely erase some files that the feds had on the family a couple years ago. He is very smart, like EZ and Reid, being able to read something and memorize it. He also has the innocence like Juice, Reid, and Penelope, of always looking on the brighter side of things, and not wanting people he loves to get hurt.

Danny Wagner: My mans Danny is based primarily off of Nestor Oceteva (Mayans MC) and Happy Lowman (SOA). Both of those characters are known to be "hit for hire", "the muscle", "some mercenary with cornrows"- (Angel Reyes). But not much is known about those fan favorite characters. We know bits and pieces about Danny's life, we know that he is hiding something that certain people don't know. Danny is willing to die for his brothers, obvious in this weeks chapter, even if he isn't blood related to them. He has such a sense of loyalty to the Kiszka family that he would do whatever it takes to make them happy. Just like Nestor and Happy, they have a sense of loyalty to the groups/families that they belong to. Danny is like Opie and Sam is Jax

Y/N Santiago: this character is based off a lot of characters. I envisioned a cross between Tara Knowles (SOA) and Gemma Teller (SOA). Both are very strong female leads in the show. Gemma is the queen of the MC and every body knows not to cross her. When we first meet Y/N, we get that vibe that she is the mafia princess, no one fucks with her, but quickly that is thrown out the window when she gets to the Kiszka mansion. Which is where we bring in the Tara influence, a girl who ran away from her past to try and start over fresh, but can't seem to escape her demons. Throughout S&S we slowly see Y/N start to lose herself, and have to fight, literally, to regain control over her self.

Rafael Santiago: Based off of Don Vito Corleone (The Godfather), Clay Marrow (SOA) and Marcus Alverez (Mayans MC). He is the leader of the family, and will do whatever it takes to make sure his family stays alive.

Gianni Santiago: based off of Happy, Nestor and Billy Loomis. Gianni is the total wild card, and a lot like Danny, but the key difference is that Danny has demons while Gianni doesn't. Danny at least has some regret for what he has done, while Gianni likes to flaunt it all over. He likes being known as the hitman, the person to watch out for. Just like how Happy has smiley face tattoos for every body he has dropped, Gianni keeps a tally marks tattooed on his abs as a reminder of the bodies.

Andrew Morales: Andrew is mainly based off of, again Nestor. Nestor is Miguel Galindo's body guard and best friend. We see through out Mayans MC that Nestor would quite literally die for Miguel and his family, and Andrew would do the same for Y/N. Andrew is one of the only reliable people in Y/N's life, being a constant and one of the only men who has not laid a hand on her in a malicious way.

some other stuff that is based off of things:

-Y/N's mother's death is based off of Sidney Prescott's mothers death in Scream.

-Y/N's relationship with Francisco is based off of Tara's relationship with Agent Kohn from season one of SOA.

-Isabella is based off of Ima from SOA (she's a stripper whore)

-the scene where Jake breaks open Y/N's nose is based off the scene where Jax confronts Ima about sleeping with his best friend.

-their whole mafia industry is based off of the guns sale plot line from SOA/Mayans MC

-this whole thing is also loosely based off of some Shakespeare plays! I'm not gonna say what, I'll let you guess:)

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