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character list

the title is self explanatory. this is a list of the characters i'll write for. it'll probably change over time, and if you see a character you'd like but don't see them on the list, just ask cause i might've forgotten about them

Hamilton

Eliza Schuyler

Angelica Schuyler

Peggy Schuyler

Maria Reynolds

Alexander Hamilton

John Laurens

Philip Hamilton

Lafayette

Hercules Mulligan

James Madison

Thomas Jefferson

Aaron Burr

Umbrella Academy

Viktor Hargreeves

Diego Hargreeves

Klaus Hargreeves

Allison Hargreeves

Luther Hargreeves

Five Hargreeves

Ben Hargreeves (Umbrella or Sparrow)

Sloane Hargreeves

Jayme Hargreeves

Stranger Things

Will Byers (non female readers only)

Mike Wheeler

Lucas Sinclair

Dustin Henderson

Eleven Hopper

Max Mayfield

Robin Buckley (non male readers only)

Nancy Wheeler

Jonathan Byers

Steve Harrington

Eddie Munson

21 Chump Street

Justin Laboy

The Goldfinch

Boris Pavlikovsky

Theodore Decker

Marvel

Peter Parker (any actor)

Steve Rogers

Bucky Barnes

Sam Wilson

Makkari

Sersi

Sprite (platonic only)

Steven Grant

Marc Spector

Layla El-Faouly

America Chavez (non male readers only)

Kate Bishop

Yelena Belova (platonic only)

Shuri

Namor

Riri Williams

X-Men

Mystique

Kitty Pryde

Peter Maximoff

Rogue

In The Heights (movie version)

Usnavi de la Vega

Vanessa

Nina Rosario

Benny

Sonny de la Vega

Heathers

Veronica Sawyer

JD (Jason Dean)

Heather Chandler

Heather McNamara

Heather Duke

John Doe

Ride The Cyclone

Noel Gruber (male or nb readers only)

Ocean O'Connel Rosenburg

Mischa Bachinski

Constance Blackwood

Ricky Potts

Hatchetfieldverse

Paul Matthews

Emma Perkins

Ted Spankoffski

Bill Woodard

Ruth Fleming

Pete Spankoffski

Richie Lipschitz

Max Jagerman

Grace Chasity

Lex Foster

Ethan Green

Hannah Foster (platonic only)

Heartstopper

Charlie Spring (non female readers only)

Nick Nelson

Tara Jones (non male readers only)

Darcy Olsson (non male readers readers only)

Elle Argent

Tao Xu (non male readers only(headcanoning him as bi or pan is disrespectful and transphobic))

Tori Spring

Imogen Heaney

Isaac Henderson (platonic only)

Do Revenge

Eleanor Levetan (non male readers only)

Drea Torres

Deadpool

Wade Wilson/Deadpool

Wednesday

Wednesday Addams

Enid Sinclair

Bianca Barclay

Xavier Thorpe

Ajax Petropolus

Eugene Otinger

(young) Morticia Addams

(young) Gomez Addams

Beetlejuice

Lydia Deetz

Tomorrow When The War Began

Ellie Linton

Lee Takkam

Fiona Maxwell

Homer Yannos

Spider-Man: Into the Spider-Verse/Across the Spider-Verse

Miles Morales

Gwen Stacy

Pavitr Prabhakar

Hobie Brown

Margo Kess

Miles G Morales (earth 42)

Miguel O’Hara

Maze Runner

Thomas

Newt (non female readers only)

The Broken Hearts Gallery

Lucy Gulliver

Nadine (non male readers only)

Nick Danielson

Treasure Planet

Jim Hawkins

Enola Holmes

Lord Tewkesbury

Turning Red

Mei Mei

Miriam

Abby

Priya

Raising Dion

Nicole Warren

Tevin Wakefield

Dion Warren (platonic only)

Julie and the Phantoms

Julie Molina

Luke Patterson

Reggie Peters

Alex Mercer (non female readers only)

Flynn

Carrie

Abbott Elementary

Janine Teagues

Jacob Hill (non female readers only)

Gregory Eddie

Brooklyn Nine-Nine

Jake Peralta

Amy Santiago

Rosa Diaz

Love Victor

Victor Salazar (non female readers only)

Benji (non female readers only)

Felix Weston

Pilar Salazar

Lake Meriwether

Lucy

Mia Brooks

Andrew

In Treatment

Eladio

Laila

Spree

Kurt Kunkle

Once Upon a Time

Emma Swan

Regina Mills

Killian Jones

Mary Margaret Blanchard

David Nolan

Henry Mills

Mulan (non male readers only)

Graham

Neal Cassidy

Peter Pan

Jefferson

Dash and Lily

Dash

Lily

Boomer

Juno

Juno MacGuff

Paulie Bleeker

Summer Days Summer Nights

Debbie Espinoza

Frankie Espinoza

Scream (1 through 6)

Sidney Prescott

Billy Loomis

Mickey Altieri

Roman Bridger

Jill Roberts

Charlie Walker

Sam Carpenter

Tara Carpenter

Amber Freeman

Chad Meeks-Martin

Mindy Meeks-Martin

Quinn Bailey

Venom

Eddie Brock

Honest Thief

Ramon Hall

Beth Hall

Wild Child

Poppy Moore

Kate

Drippy

Freddie Kingsley

Monsters and Men

Manny Ortega

Marisol Ortega

Ghostbusters: Afterlife

Trevor Spengler

Phoebe Spengler (platonic only)

Error 143

Micah Yujin

Community

Abed Nadir

Troy Barnes

Annie Edison

Jeff Winger

Britta Perry

The Obession

Logan

Delilah

The New Girl

Lia Setiawan

Stacey Hoffman

Mythic Quest

Poppy Li

Brad Bakshi

Adventure Time

Finn

Princess Bubblegum

Marceline

Marshall Lee

Prince Bubblegum

Flame Princess

School Spirits

Madison

Simon

Charley (non female readers only)

Wally

Rhonda

Dungeons and Dragons: Honour Among Thieves

Simon Aumar

Disventure Camp

Aiden (non fem readers only)

James (non fem readers only)

Grease: Rise of the Pink Ladies

Jane Facciano

Olivia Valdovinos

Nancy Nakagawa

Cynthia Zdunowski

Richie Valdovinos

Ted Lasso

Roy Kent

Jamie Tartt

Keeley Jones

Sam Obisanya

Transformers: Rise of the Beasts

Noah Diaz

Elena Wallace

Mirage

Helluva Boss

Blitzø

Stolas (non female readers only)

Loona

Millie

Moxxie

Octavia

Verosika Mayday

Fizzarolli

Asmodeus

Hazbin Hotel

Charlie Morningstar

Vaggie (non male readers only)

Angel Dust (non female readers only)

Husk

Alastor (platonic only)

Vox

Lucifer

Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (rise + mutant mayhem + tmnt 2007 + tmnt 2012)

Donnie

Mikey

Raph

Leo

April

The After Party

Yasper Lennov

Space Force

Tony Scarapiducci

Renfield

Teddy Lobo

Robert Montague Renfield

Undercovers

Bill Hoyt

Amazing Digital Circus

Jax

Parks and Recreation

Leslie Knope

Ben Wyatt

April Ludgate

Andy Dwyer

Jean-Ralphio Saperstein

Randy Cunningham: 9th Grade Ninja

Randy Cunningham (18+ people DNI unless requesting platonic stories)

The Earliest Show

Josh Bath

House of Lies

Clyde Oberholt

Mean Girls (movie + musical + movie musical)

Cady Heron

Regina George

Gretchen Wieners

Karen Smith/Shetty

Janis Ian/Sarkisian/Imi'ike (non male readers only)

Damian Hubbard (non female readers only)

Warm Bodies

Peep World

Nathan Meyerwitz

Your Boyfriend

Peter Dunbar

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becauseimaladythatswhy · 2 years

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PULSE 2🌺

(Ramon Arellano “Narcos Mexico” x Fem!Reader SEX POLLEN)

POV: You’re a cop on the biggest drug bust of your career and you stumble onto the youngest Arellano with a new hot drug which leaves you two in quite an awkward situation after it goes very wrong.

Warnings: dubious consent, enemies to lovers in you squint heard enough, p in v sex, Ramon is a wild man, he’s hot I’m not sorry for my actions :) 🌺

Here’s part two! I’m going to start writing part 3 which I think should be the last part 💕

Part 1

Your week back at work hadn’t been easy.

Trying to keep calm despite having the deadliest narco prince “maybe” on your ass, you were positive the stress was taking years off your life.

Everything that could have gone wrong was going absolutely into the shitter. Multiple bad tips, a failed raid, and worst of all, pulse was starting to crop up in clubs. You were drowning in coffee and sleeping under your desk every night now, too uncomfortable to go back to your apartment.

Every bump in the night you were convinced it was a sicario at your door sent by none other than the Ramon Arellano. Nights at the station were getting long anyways, there wasn’t really a point in going home you reasoned. Better then having Daniel finding your body in a ditch somewhere.

You hadn’t even moved the bag of cash out of your living room. It’s still sitting next to your fireplace. You contemplated burning it. It was dirty money after all. That cash was drug money… Ramon Arellano’s money.

You refused to accept it. Your morality was too strong. But you couldn’t exactly turn it into the station. That would open too many questions. You know Daniel would pry, along with the chief. They’d wonder how you got it and that was definitely out of the question. You absolutely couldn’t tell them you slept with the enemy in a drug induced haze and in return he left you a bag of cash… and he also happens to know where you live now.

You decided once your anxiety about returning to your apartment died down, you’d take the cash and give it out to the charities around town. Hopefully some good can come from it.

“Another night under the desk?” Daniel asked snapping you out of your thoughts. He came into the office with a bag of pastries as a steaming cup of coffee.

“Yup.”

“Y/N, you need to actually get real sleep. You’re starting to look like a corpse.” He nodded in your direction.

“I just don’t want to be alone.” You sighed and rubbed your eyes.

“I know being trapped in a concrete box is like traumatizing and all that, but you’re going to burn out if you don’t sleep.”

“I am sleeping.”

“Laying on a pallet under the desk is not good sleep.” Daniel spun around in his desk chair, “Besides, you’re going to see a lot more traumatizing shit with this job so you gotta get over it sooner or later.”

“How do you do it?”

He shrugged, “I don’t know. I just do.”

“Officer Y/L/N and Officer Ramirez, I have another case here from the Chief.” The secretary you see every day came skipping into the office with a manila folder.

“Thanks, Maria.” Daniel smiled at her watching her leave in her tight pencil skirt.

You shook your head and reached for the folder. Daniel saw you and snatched the folder up before you could get your hands on it.

“Nuh uh.” He shook his finger at you, “Go home. You’re calling in sick today and you’re going to catch up on your sleep. I can’t have you running around on half a tank. You’ll get us killed if you’re not on your A game.”

“Are you serious?”

“Mhm.” Daniel stood up taking his coffee with him along with the report.

Giving you no choice, you stood up feeling the fatigue in your body. You bent down and grabbed your bag along with your house keys and a fully loaded gun. You said your goodbyes to the other officers and detectives before informing Maria you were going home for the day. She was sweet about it, and told you that she’d let people know you were out. With a smile, you turned to leave the station.

Walking down the stairs towards the car park, you started to feel the all too familiar anxiety creep up on you. You hadn’t been in your apartment for days. You sighed and unlocked your car, started it up, and drove home. Luckily the station wasn’t too far, but the lull of the engine had started to make your eyes feel heavy.

Pulling into your street spot, you hopped out of the car and locked it dreading the climb up the stairs to your front door. You groaned internally and flipped through your keys before grabbing the one to your door.

You heart started to race as you pushed the front door open only to find everything exactly how you left it. You sighed in relief and threw your work back on the floor next to the door along with your shoes. You walked into the kitchen only to find the fruit in the bowl on the counter had molded and pretty much everything in the fridge was spoiled.

Deciding to throw everything in the trash, and just order take out later was the best decision you had ever made. The second your back hit the plushness of your mattress you were out, and you couldn’t care less about food at the moment. You didn’t even change out of your uniform. The exhaustion of the past week finally had caught up to you.

You had been in the deepest sleep of your life until a loud bang startled you awake. Reaching for your gun, you sat up feeling your heart race.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

Standing up, you quickly force the sleep out of your system. It was replaced with vicious adrenaline. You were about to step out into the hallway when you heard your next door neighbor through the wall.

“Shit.” You shook your head and put your gun back in your belt to rub your eyes.

They must have slammed their door again.

You took in a deep shaky breath and settled down. You chastised yourself for being so pathetic.

Ramon probably just sent the money as a one time thing. There is no reason for him to be lurking around here.

You were a cop after all. A low ranked one at that too. You weren’t important enough to waste any time on. You were being paranoid.

Once you talked yourself down and got your shit together, you stripped from your uniform and turned on the shower to scrub the last week off. Once clean, you put on your comfy clothes and phoned in your order to the restaurant a few blocks away. The clock read 6:00pm and you frankly were impressed you were able to sleep for so long without being awoken. But, now you were definitely passed hungry and very excited for take out.

You grabbed your purse and looked at the gun on the nightstand. You went to reach for it, but remembered what Daniel had said earlier. You just have to do it. Your gut knotted up with uncertainty but ultimately you decided to leave it.

Your ego couldn’t handle seeing yourself as weak and decided since the restaurant was only a few blocks away you’d be fine. Making sure you have cash on you, you slipped on your filthy sneakers and left the apartment to grab your dinner.

You waved at your neighbors on your way down the steps before stepping out into the street. Everything was busy as people were making their commutes home from work and you saw all the familiar faces you had gotten to know over the past few months after moving into this town.

The lamp lit roads guided your way down towards the local restaurant and you actually had felt relaxed.

The warm breeze was comforting along with the music spilling out from people’s balconies as dinner time approached.

You turned right into the yellow painted restaurant were you smiled at the receptionist. She took your payment and handed you the bag of take out that smelled heavenly.

You waved goodbye before making your way back home. This definitely beats the break room food you’d been barely surviving off of the past few days that was for sure.

Your stomach growled as you unlocked your door and stepped inside to kick your shoes off. Making your way over to the kitchen you set the steaming bag of food down along with your purse and turned to grab a plate from the cabinet.

The moment you set the plate down a shuffling noise made you freeze in place.

“Princesa.”

Your blood ran cold.

No.

Putting your fork down, you turned very slowly towards the living room by your couch. Sitting on the leather chair next to the window was none other then Ramon fucking Arellano.

You instinctively reached for your gun only to find your waist band empty.

“Looking for this?” He stood up holding up your weapon giving it a good wave. It looked small in his hands.

You were scared. You’ve never felt so naked before. Standing before him now, he seemed so visceral. He radiated power and strength. He reminded you of a jaguar. He was wild, and untamed and it made your blood run ice cold.

You felt like a deer in the jaws of a predator, waiting for him to snap your silly little neck.

You put your hands up showing him you mean no harm praying he’d let you live.

“What do you want?” You trembled.

“Where have you been?” He asked leaning against your mantle.

“What?” You narrowed your eyes.

“You haven’t been here.” He looked around at your apartment.

“You’ve been watching me?”

He snorted and crossed his arms, “Of course.” ...of course... you shivered.

Your heart thumped in your chest. You felt like you were going to faint. Nothing felt real anymore. There’s no way Ramon was in your apartment right now. You forced yourself to suck in oxygen.

“I thought you would have sent one of your boys after me.” You studied his lax posture. He raised a brow watching you shift your weight... you wanted out. You were nervous.

You sighed, “I was at the station.”

“For five days?”

“Shits been crazy no thanks to you.” You accused with snark.

He smirked. You realized he likes it when you’re feisty. He makes that face.

“And I wasn’t wrong.” You gestured to him, he in fact did come after you, “So what do you want? You want to kill me? Just get it over with.”

He crossed his arms keeping your weapon in his grasp.

“I don’t want to kill you baby.” He stood up straight and took a few steps closer to you even though you backed up into the kitchen, “But I definitely can’t just let you go.”

“Why? Is it the money?” You shook your head, “I don’t want it, just take it.”

“It’s not the money baby.” He crooned and set the gun down on the table next to the couch. He continued his prowl towards you, and there was nothing you can do but press yourself into the pantry door and pray.

“I didn’t tell anyone.” You started to tremble again as he neared. When he came into the full light of the kitchen you could see his features clearer than ever. The last time you had been this close he was so far deep inside you, you were seeing stars.

His scent was beginning to fill your senses again and you couldn’t stop the chills that ran down your spine. Fuck.

“Of course you didn’t baby.” He backed you up into the pantry and boxed you in. His voice was honeyed as he towered over you. You looked down at his exposed chest and undone buttons, intimidated by his intensity, but Ramon didn’t like that. He pushed a finger under your chin forcing you to look up at him. The same hand brushed against your cheek and then moved your freshly washed hair out of your face.

You trembled under his touch, and looked up at him with wide eyes, “Why are you here then?”

He leaned down to whisper in your ear, “I want you, Y/N.”

Chills vibrated through your entire body setting it on fire. You turned your head away from him desperate for air.

“Why?” You whimpered. He ran his fingers down your neck like he had that night, and it made you weak. Suddenly he firmly wrapped his hand around your neck pinning you in place. The images of a deer in the jaw of a lion replayed in your mind, and in this moment you had no doubt that Ramon held your life in his very strong hands. He could snap you in half right now if he so pleased.

He leaned forwards and placed a kiss to your forehead, “I haven’t been able to get you out of my head princesa. I smell you on me…my clothes, you’re like drug baby.” He squeezed your neck a bit feeling your pulse race beneath your skin, “those damn pigs have been keeping you away from me, hm?” He pressed another kiss into your forehead, “I came to see you a few days later, and you were gone.”

“How did you find me?” You whispered.

He chuckled, “You’re one of three female officers in this town.” He smoothed your hair back, “I saw your cafe punch card and put it together.”

You sighed. You had no idea it was that easy.

“My men also have been keeping their eyes on you. Didn’t want my princesa getting hurt now, hm?”

You looked up at him suddenly feeling a bit more bold, “You ruined my Santiago Street raid!”

“Obviously.” He rolled his eyes playfully.

You scrunched your brows, “I got in so much trouble for that!” You shoved him even though he still gripped your neck.

He smirked, “I’m sorry baby.” He leaned forward but you shoved him again.

“Arellano!” You chastised.

He hummed.

“Arellano, you gotta go.” You whined, “You can’t be here.”

“Why not?” His eyes trained on your lips, “I like it here.” He looked hungry.

“Because!” You tried pushing him off again but he didn’t budge, “I’ll lose my job. They’re going to think I’m your informant.” You tried to wriggle out of his grasp, “My partner he’ll-“

“Your partner?” He gripped your hip in his other hand possessively.

“Yeah, my partner.” You felt his thumb push past your waist band and rub warm circles into your hip bone making you stutter, “H-he’s going to n-notice.”

“Ramirez right?” He smiled wolfishly.

You swallowed thickly praying this wouldn’t lead anywhere bad. You nodded a yes. He obviously already knew there is no point in lying.

“You like him princessa?” He asked.

You shook your head no, “not like that.”

Ramon smiled at that, “And what would Ramirez think if he saw you right now, hm?” His hand moved further up your belly pushing your shirt up as he felt your burning skin.

“He’d t-think I’m a traitor.” You whimpered feeling Ramon’s hand cup your breast. You struggled to breathe feeling the heat spreading throughout your body.

His touch was becoming rougher as he squeezed you through your bra making you gasp. You instinctually grabbed onto the fabric of his shirt. Before you could correct your actions, Ramon surged forwards and pressed his lips to yours. You melted immediately. He felt so good. All the memories of that night flooded back and you moaned into his mouth.

He responded eagerly and shoved a knee between your legs only adding to the desperation. Your bodies melded together as the two of you pushed into each others clothes desperate to feel the other.

You broke the kiss first trying to suck down air making him growl and surge forward again. He needed to be on you, he was addicted to it. With your hair like this and out of it’s slick bun, you looked just like you did that night. He couldn’t control himself. He deepened the kiss and pushed his tongue into your mouth feeling you get even more turned on. He felt your little hands on his chest, feeling the fabric of his shirt before you shoved it open and trailed your hands all over his firm chest.

And then just like that, you snapped out of it.

Breaking the kiss, you looked at him and reared your hand back before slapping the absolute dog shit out of him.

His head whipped to the side and you immediately covered your mouth in shock you had just done that.

Cursing yourself, your saucer eyes watched him turn back to face you as he felt where your hand had collided with his cheek.

“I…I-“ You stuttered also in shock. Your words weren’t coming to you.

He narrowed his eyes and studied you for a second. Your heart raced and you were sure he was going to gut you like a fish for that.

He took a step back to look at you, leaving you pressed up against the pantry. Then without a word, he leaned forwards and bent you over his shoulder before lifting you, and carrying you out of the kitchen and down the hall of your apartment towards your bedroom.

You yelped as he threw you onto the mattress with a bounce. He was on you in a second with a fire like you hadn’t ever seen before.

“R-Ramon-“ You tried to get the apology out, but he had his lips on you again clearly not interested in hearing it. You realized the slap had made him even more feral as he tore away at your clothes like he had that night high as fuck on pulse. The man was animalistic.

He shredded your panties off, promising he’d buy you more.

Ramon had every intention to keep seeing you, you realized.

He wasted no time shoving your legs apart and diving in with his mouth. There was no lead up, he needed you on his tongue and he needed you now. The fantasy of it had plagued him for the past two weeks.

You cried out feeling his hot tongue on your leaking pussy. Your hands went straight to his hair as he licked and sucked with ferocity. You thrashed and flailed with the intensity of it all. He had you on the brink of screaming with his no mercy approach to eating you out. He pinned your hips down not giving you an inch.

“Ramon!” You cried out feeling your orgasm approaching.

He just latched on harder refusing to let you go. He wanted to watch you fall apart. He needed it. Just as quickly as it it had started, it came to an end. You came as he licked up your orgasm ignoring the way you flinched from overstimulation. You quickly realized Ramon was one for taking what he wanted, and right now he wanted you to come as quickly as as hard as he could make you.

He second he let you go, he started kissing up your thigh giving you a moment to recover. You panted heavily but wanted to feel him against you. He had too much clothing on. You had to change that.

Sitting up, you pushed him back to paw at his shirt. He watched you with awe as your shaky fingers shoved the fabric from his shoulders. He hadn’t understood where this obsession was coming from.

In front of him, you were all woman, but he knowledge that you were forbidden to him only made you so much more intriguing. None of the other girls in his social circle kept a death grip on his mind like you had.

The Narco and the Cop.

He liked the danger you provided.

You weren’t like any other woman he had ever come across. He knew after he had scaled the bricks of pulse and shimmied out of the vent windows, that he had to see you again. His boys told him you weren’t at your apartment and he had started to get impatient. The moment they confirmed you were in fact back home, he dropped everything to come here.

You snapped him out of his thoughts when you pulled at his chains again. He bent down to push his nose into your hairline breathing in deep while you peeled his pants away from his body. When he was bare, he couldn’t help but shove you back into your plush pillows. He liked your bed much more than the hard concrete floor back in the distribution site. Your body glowed under the light of the moon coming from the window, and he dragged his fingers down you side admiring everything about you.

“Pretty girl.” He muttered before knocking your knees apart and lining himself up.

You gripped onto his biceps as he surged forward and stretched you open. He caught your moan in a kiss before slowly beginning to thrust feeling all too familiar.

Unlike the night on pulse, he actually gave you some mercy. You grappled at his smooth and toned body as he picked up the pace. He was brutal and calculated, listening to every little noise you made he made sure to fuck you just how you liked.

He was addicted to watching you come.

He realized he’d do anything to hear you moan like you do.

Then suddenly, with a burst of strength, you maneuvered him over onto his back with a swift shove. He looked up at you startled as you began to ride him with no abandon. None of the girls he has been with take charge like this. He thinks he likes it. Usually they just let him do whatever he wants.

But not you... not his princesa.

Sliding his hands up your body, he cupped both of your tits and gave them a good squeeze making you cry out. You looked so pretty riding him. He couldn’t help but buck up into you watching your tits jiggle.

“Arellano!” You moaned out clenching around him feeling your orgasm approaching. He then grabbed you by your neck and flipped you over onto your back pinning you in place. He drove down into you at a punishing pace living for every moment that you clenched viciously around him.

“Come princesa.” He growled.

“Fuck!” You threw your head back as you came. You nails dug into his back and arm throwing him over the edge. He bucked into you spilling himself inside your velvet walls with a grunt.

He stayed on top of you for a moment before slowly sliding off to the side making the mattress bounce. Breathing heavily, you turned to look at him with those same doe eyes from two weeks ago. He was in trouble he reasoned. One look with those eyes and he’d be on his knees.

You ran your fingers over his dewy skin causing bumps to arise as he cooled down. The higher you went, you were met with his midnight eyes. He looked down at you and you swore you saw a moment of softness come from him.

“Why me?” You were unable to hold the question in any longer, “Aren’t you supposed to stay far away from people like me?”

He shrugged, “I don’t know.”

He was being sincere. You could tell. You might be a new cop, but you could always tell when someone was lying. Maybe he’s attracted to the thrill. Riding on the edge of being caught by the police. Who knows? Maybe there’s still pulse in his system and he’s partially delirious.

You sighed, “You’re making my life difficult you know.”

He smiled, “What part?”

“All of it.” You shook your head, “I should be arresting you, but instead you’re in my bed…naked.”

He smirked, “Aressting me?” He crawled on top of you. “You want me in cuffs that bad baby? All you have to do it ask.”

You huff, “That’s not what I meant.”

“Sure princesa.” He squeezed your hips sending a chill through your body.

You shove him playfully, “I’m serious.”

“Well you’re off for the weekend, yeah?” He leaned over to the discarded clothes on the bed and pulled out a tiny envelope handing it to you. You took it and sat up to look inside.

“Is this what I think it is?” You looked up at him with a raised brow. He nodded with a boyish grin. The hot pink powder inside the envelope was unmistakable.

“Arellano… I am not doing drugs with you.” You put the envelope down, “I just spent the whole week busting my ass trying to get rid of this shit.”

He nudged your cheek with his nose before planting a kiss to your forehead, “Just a little?” He then pressed another kiss to your neck and then another.

“Arellano, I’m a cop for fucks sake.” You whimpered as his mouth suctioned to your delicate skin. He was marking you, you knew it.

“You don’t have to be baby.” He purred using his weight to push you back into the pillows.

“But-“ You moaned softly as he made his way down to your nipple and suctioned onto it, “I want to be.”

“You want to be the good guy, huh?” He crooned moving to the other breast and repeating his actions.

You moaned in response.

“You want to stop the big bad Narcos, don’t you princesa?” He moved his hands further down until he reached your pussy. Sliding his pointer through your wet and swollen folds, he settled on your clit and moved in very precise circles. You whined pathetically as the pleasure surged through you.

“How about this baby,” He bit down gently on your nipple, “I have some very very bad men in my way and I’ll give you tips on their whereabouts as an apology for ruining your raid.”

You shuttered as be brought you hurtling towards another orgasm.

“And what do you want?” You heaved, “In return?”

You were getting closer and closer to your release.

He smirked and released your nipple to look you in the eye, his fingers never stopped until he saw your pupils dilate and you hurtled over the edge.

“You.”

#narcos mexico #narcos #manuel masalva #ramon arellano felix #ramon x reader #ramonsprincess #chapo guzman #chapo #javier pena #javi #pollen #smut

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randomfandomstuff1 · 10 months

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Intro post: my name? jay. Pronouns? She/her/hers he/him/his . Socials? TikTok:“finneasguitarriff” insta “singleandabouttoturn18ingle” Twitter “Billiesbra” snap “Jay’lah 🎭🩰 Terrell” what do I do?

I make fanfics and one shots celebrity’s and characters and talk film shit 👍🏾:Noah Diaz x female reader, Ramon x female reader, Ramon hall x female reader, coporal Martinez x female reader, manny x female reader, Frankie x female reader, Mars Blackmon x reader Miles morales x female reader, Gwen x female reader, Pavitr Prabhakar x female reader, Johnny x female reader, pony boy x female reader, dally x female reader, Darry x female reader, sodapop x female reader, Steve x female reader, and others I can’t think of rn but I DONT WHITE WASH Characters WHEN I DRAW

#musical theatre #musicals #john laurens #angelica schuyler #theatre #theatre kid #hamilton #broadway #musical #lin manuel miranda #across the spiderverse #Anthony Ramos

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moonlighttheravenqueen · 4 years

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Don't give up / Ramon Morales x reader

Request : where he confronted in school by aggressive bully and of course, it ends up with that he is blamed, so when he comes back home and cries, reader comforts him and stands up for him in school?

Hope this is good! And sorry for the wait again! Been busy with life.

I was walking to my next class which me Ramon have, he's still not used to school but I try and help as much as I can,

"Everytime you hold my hand they look at us." He said upset because it's not about how cute we looked, it was about his and my skin that makes them look.

"Don't pay it any mind to it, let them look," I squeezed his hand, "Ugh, I forgot something in my locker, I'll catch up with you in a minute." He gave me a quick kiss and ran to my locker.

I came running back when I heard yelling, I saw that it was David, he hated Ramon with a passion and I knew I had to do something,

"David! What the hell are you doing!?"

"Teaching him that doesn't belong in this school! Let alone this state!" He punched Ramon so hard he hit his head on the floor,

"RAMON!" I checked to see if he was okay, "Y/N, I'm alright just stand back." He pushed me out of the way and punched David into is own locker and fall to the floor. David wasn't done and grabbed ramons legs, pinning him to the floor and punching and punching Ramon. I screamed in fear.

Ramon manged to get one more swing at David, making fall out, Ramon got but I helped him up and hugged him, "I'm okay baby." He kissed my head but I knew something else was gonna happen,

"Oh my God his bleeding! Call the teacher!" I girl said as the jocks helped him up,

"This isn't over." David said devilishly.

The teacher came and the look on his face was horrible, "Ramon! how dare you fight another student for no reason!" He basically yelled,

"Sir, I didn't beat him up because I wanted too! He hit me first! I was defending myself!" Ramon replied

"You know your nothing but trouble! Your actions aren't aloud in this school. You are sespend!" The teacher said. David laughed and I want to kill him so bad.

"Teacher! You can't do this, I saw the whole thing. David started it-"

"It's already done, now get back to class miss Y/N!" I look at him worried and went to class,

"As for you leave right now!" I could hear Ramon's footsteps running out of the school as I cried for the rest of the day.

Few hours later

I walked to Ramon's home and he didn't answer so i knew something was up,

"Ramon, let me in." I said hoping he would open the door, when he did his eyes were puffy and red, his eye was swollen.

"Baby I am so sorry!" He said crying into my arm,

"I don't deserve you Y/N,"

"Ramon, you are strong and it wasn't your fault, David knew what he was doing! This is all a misunderstanding,"

"But why? Why me Y/N? I just want a normal Life!" I rubbed his back. He kissed me but I could tell he was still hurt.

"You will, and I'll make sure of it.,

I had the most greatest revage idea ever, "I'm gonna stay the night so I know you'll be okay and when we get to school they won't know what it them,"

"Y/N, What do you mean?"

"You'll see." I kissed him and laid on his chest as he kissed my head.

The next day

Ramon was really worried about what I was gonna do but I knew it was gonna work.

David came in, making people feel so sorry for him, I wanted to punch him. I walked up to him and Ramon came with me,

"So you want more?" David said laughing.

I told Ramon to stay right where he was,

"You are so proud of this aren't you? Because from what I remember, you punched him!" He came close to my face. "Yeah I did and so what? You don't have your mommy and daddy to help him!" He said fist bumping his friend,

"That is true....but I have our teacher." I said smirking, Ramon stepped away and our teacher was right there,

"I thought you were my best student David, but now I am TRULY disappointed in you!" Our teacher says, Ramon pulled me close,

"You will be sespend! And Ramon you can come back starting today."

"But He hit me and almost broke my arm!"

"Yeah he did but you definitely were trying to get him kicked out of the school!" I added.

"How about I mess up that pretty little face?"

"Say something like that to another student and I will kick you out of the school, now GO!" The teacher said, David walked off and Ramon kissed me,

"So sorry for the misunderstanding Ramon, do try to forgive me,"

"It's okay teacher, thanks for letting me come back," he smiled and out teacher went to another class room.

"How did you even know that was gonna work?"

"Trust me, I'm not as innocent as I seem." I winked,

"Well, now I know why I date you." He kissed me passionately.

#ramon morales #ramon morales x reader #ramon morales imagine #scary stories to tell in the dark x reader #scary stories to tell in the dark imagine #x reader #imagine

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ssttitdramon · 4 years

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Roller Skating

Ramón Morales x Reader

Request: May I request a Ramón x Reader where they’re both heavily pining over each other but neither will go past flirting. Auggie, Chuck and Stella are over it so when reader invites them to the roller rink, match making ensues? 💗 Thank you got your time!

-Request? You can find the rules here-

At first, the lingering gazes, blushing, teasing and endless flow of compliments between the two of you was cute, even exciting for the gang

Now? It was frustrating seeing neither of you make a move already

Chuck outright just blurts out anything at this point: “Get a room, fools! Just start making out!”

The two of you usually ignore him and roll your eyes

Auggie and Stella take the passive aggressive route and rant about it in the walkie talkies when they know one of you could be listening

“Ya know, Stella, I may not know much about relationships, but even I know you gotta do something when you’ve made a strong connection with someone and they’re RIGHT IN FRONT-”

“Hey, guys! Nice to catch you here!”

You’re usually the one to interrupt them before they finish their obvious hinting over the walkie talkies

You were used to Chuck teasing you about your feelings, it was just Chuck being Chuck!

But when Stella and Auggie are talking about it, that meant the situation was getting serious and it was quite honestly embarrassing for you!

Stella and Ruth immediately knew how you felt, they had cornered you and forced a confession out figured it out first

But eventually even Chuck and Auggie caught on pretty quick from simply watching you and Ramón act “weird” (later figuring out you two were, in fact, flirting)

At first, they ask you a million questions about you and Ramón

You’d attempt to brush it off as if though it wasn’t a big deal

But they wouldn’t buy it and would not hesitate in teasing you for it

Figuring out you weren’t gonna be asking the guy out anytime soon- they target Ramón instead

They begin to grill him about it whenever they’re alone with him- making a whole list of reasons of why he should make a move already

“And most importantly, we won’t have to watch the two of you suffer and make puppy eyes at each other-”

“Alright, I think I get it.”

“Do you really?!”

Chuck and Auggie even have Ruth join in on bullying persuading Ramón

One night on the walkie talkies, when the whole gang is talking about what to do during the weekend, you suggest going out to roller skate

You’ve been wanting to learn how to skate and wanted to try it out with them

“I’m down.”

“Yeah same here, been wanting to go in a while.”

“Uh, I don’t know I can’t skate either, what if we j-”

“No wait, that’s actually a great idea!”

“I don’t know, Stella.”

“Listen, it’s. a. great. Idea.”

“OH, you’re right! See you guys then.”

They all agreed on skating a little too quickly for your liking, but for now you were happy they all even agreed on something

When you get to the roller rink, Stella, Auggie and Chuck break off from you and Ramón for a second and begin to quietly argue among themselves

The last thing you managed to hear was “Okay? Cool, I’ll go first.”

It was Stella, who you were hoping could help you not make a fool out of yourself

When you ask her to wait for you- she turns to you with small smile, a nod to Ramón and a quick wink before skating off

You turn to Chuck and Auggie in disbelief, who already had the most obnoxious smirks across their faces and simply give you a thumbs up

They were setting you up to have to rely on Ramón… which meant holding his hand

Before you could even protest or join them, Chuck and Auggie quickly left- already holding on to each other’s arms and betting on who’s falling first

Next to you stood Ramón

“You said you needed help, right?”

“Yeah, I really do.”

He offers his hand and you take it, already feeling yourself turn red

You can’t seem to move your legs when Ramón leads you into the rink

“Just relax, I promise you won’t fall.”

“Easy for you to say, I’m gonna fall any minute now and Chuck won’t let me forget it. Look, he’s already watching me.”

“Yeah well he’s already fallen on his ass like three times and he’s not letting that stop him.”

“Hmm.”

“Come on, pouty face- just trust me.”

You freeze up and hold Ramón’s hand tight when you feel your legs wiggle, making him laugh and reassure you that he won’t let you fall

“I trust you, Ramón, but if I fall... I’m taking you down.”

“I’ve already been counting on it.”

You whine and playfully smack him, drawing out more cute giggles from him

He leads you around the rink once before you decide to finally start moving your legs

He begins to skate backwards, holding both of your hands as you attempt walking around

“See now you’re just showing off.”

“Maybe, but I’m just making sure you don’t hurt yourself.”

And yes, you nearly lose your balance numerous times, but Ramón is quick to hold you steady

After a while, you’re good enough to be on your own, but you don’t want to let go of him anytime soon

And he doesn’t seem to either

Then you hear it, “Hey, look at those lovebirds!”

Chuck, Auggie and Stella all pull up next to you, obviously proud about the hand holding

You can’t help but to smile at Chuck’s comment this time

You turn to look at Ramón, who was now much closer to you

Smiling from your reaction, he kisses your cheek

You’re completely flustered and even more so when half of the rink’s attention turned to your friends’ loud cheering

You bury your face into Ramón’s shoulder, hearing Auggie and Stella high five each other

Chuck falls from all the commotion, but he’s happy and pumps his fists to the air

“LADIES AND GENTS, WE FINALLY GOT SOMETHING!”

#ramon morales #scary stories to tell in the dark #ramon morales x reader #stella nicholls #august hilderbrandt #chuck steinberg #ssttitd #mine #chuck is tired!!

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utterlyhopeful-fics · 4 years

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Already Gone (SOA x Mayans Crossover)

A/N: Deep diving back into my roots. SOA will forever be near and dear to my angsty heart! This chapter primarily focuses on Y/N and Jax but following parts will include my Mayans. As always, feedback is GOLD!

SIDE NOTE: Huge shout out to @creativepromptsforwriting for motivating this story into fruition. Your blog is beyond inspirational!

If I keep tagging you and you’re not interested or you’d like to be tagged; please let me know!

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Jax Teller x Reader (then we’re in Mayans territory :D )

Word Count: 2375k

Warnings: language, mention of biker gangs, slight female degradation, angst, sprinkles of heartbreak.

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Daylight vanished drifting into another starless evening. Nightfall succumbed to a starless evening. Y/N wished to be anywhere else in the universe than where she currently found herself; the Sons clubhouse. In childish hopes, she stilled all movement adjusting her jacket nervously fidgeting with the hem. The door swung back under her touch; light reflected back harshly in the demurely lit bar. Smoke descended throughout the congested area; clouds of hazy fog engulfed her lungs. Here goes nothin.

The air wreaked of putrid obscenity and cheap tequila. First and foremost, Y/N met Chucky’s charismatic stare. She sent him an anxious grin impulsively pleading for uneasiness in her stomach to subdue. The one-handed man remained surrounded by countless liquor bottles engrossed in order after order shifting gears from her.

Every man and member leeched on to the closest thing in a short skirt, tits overflowing from too small blouses, and topped off in four-inch platforms. Any girl within proximity of the Sons all had a similar motto; barely-there skirts and perky tits. There was no doubt sex was the main attraction tonight.

And to this very day, she played nice with them so long as they abided by one rule in particular; Jax was untouchable. She was their queen bee. Glancing down at her outfit; she preferred a more comfortable approach. She paired tonight’s look with her favorite pair of worn out high-waisted jeans styled with a Ramones crop top finalized with suede black booties. Her body was a sacred temple and only those granted permission were able to worship her. She made sure of that. Loud conversations vibrated from table to table, voices lost in the chaos increasing with every passing decibel.

Y/n scanned the room peering for one particular member; Jax fucking Teller. In childhood, Mr. President and Y/N friendship blossomed as close friends before ultimately admitting their feelings five years ago. The wildest five years of her entire life. Her thoughts quickly darkened, if only someone would’ve warned her those three years ago. If only Y/N hadn’t welcomed him with welcoming, open arms. But sometimes life’s a bitch, and the hardest way is merely the only route.

Her clandestine orbs voraciously whipped back and forth jumping from person to person. In her search, Opie sat alone at a corner table secluding himself willing her his direction. The pitiful look in his eyes was enough to make her stomach flip. Long ago, she grew weary with the amount of messes that befell on Opie. Their relationship bordered along best friend status, always seeking the other out. Ranging from moments of clarity to cruelty, Opie Winston never once betrayed the trust instilled upon him.

She already knew what bullshit lay ahead; it was his shitty way of apologizing for Jax’s past, present, and future fuck-ups. In the back of her mind, Y/N convinced herself she was different to him, that she was his one. But nowadays, doubt replaced confidence as Y/N drifted farther out of reach/touch. Her feet clumped heavy against the wood suddenly weighing her down. Making her way through the crowd, Y/N plopped herself closest to Op.

Her palms dampened in sweat wishing the fall beneath her to open up swallowing her whole. “So, this was the big meeting Jax was in a rush to get to?”

His eyes bounced from side to side searching for any way out of the conversation; “Shit Y/N...”

Y/N collapsed next to the burly man nuzzling deeper into the warmth of his neck, quietly leaning in closer so he could hear her clearly; “I know it’s not your fault, Op. I just wish he respected me enough to be honest with me. I can’t keep living like this anymore, he’s breaking me… I’m sure going to miss you, big bear.”

Y/N waited patiently for the wheels to turn in his brain. “You’re a smart man. Connect the clues, buddy.”

“You—You’re leaving?”

Her heart plummeted into uncharted territory; her head bobbled too quickly, too excitedly almost as if she’d been rifling for a way out of this life, out of their lives. She glanced sadly at him, really appreciating his handsome appearance while trying to memorize the man who’d kept her insanely calm since middle school. There was no hiding the bemudding frown etching her lips. His lengthy, luscious hair and accompanying brawny beard was enough to make any woman swoon.

If only she’d chosen him to protect her heart but what ifs were a dangerous path to question. Add in his admirable qualities and he was the gleaming winner. The man Y/N should’ve pursued but she was a fool and fell for the Teller trick over and over again. Long ago, Opie came to the conclusion that Y/N would never leave his side, not even if the devil bribed her himself. Her departure was agitating, possibly selfish, but absolutely necessary. Jax breaks everything he touches…eventually.

“Some bitch is grinding against his junk and you expect me to be alright with it? Boy’s got another thing comin if he thinks I’ll always be waitin to greet him at the front door.”

Words jumbled on the tip of her palate; ‘I just wanted to talk to you first before shit goes down. I’m so thankful for you, always know that.”

Op stared down at his dirty boots unable to meet her dejected orbs.

“I’m sorry, Y/N. You deserve more than his half ass shit. Ya know, I was afraid Jax had sucked out all that rad awesomeness you possessed before you decided to get together. He’s my brother, don’t get me wrong. But, he’s kinda the biggest dick on the planet and not the good kind. I’m proud you found your backbone. Here I thought you’d softened up…”

“Haha, glad to see you think so highly of me still! Please take care of yourself.”

“I’m a phone call away if you need me. Any time, any day, I’ll be there.”

His arms draped around her exposed waist rubbing soothing circles on her lower back. Her chin rested atop of broad shoulder before she reluctantly pulled away from his embrace.

A few tables over Jax’s arms seductively draped his arm around the croweater’s exposed waist. Every few minutes the chick gyrated submissively against him cock arousal his member. Jax closed his eyes inhaling a puff of his cigarette thinking of the girl waiting at home for him. All he had to do was find the courage to get up and leave. But this was the life, his life and Y/N understood him better than anyone else. So, he accepted the Yaeger bomb from girl with the rose tattoo and smiled widely. Fuck ‘em. He leaned incredibly closer connecting his lips to her plump ones.

Her sultry tone echoed into his ear; “Mmm, you taste like sin…”

Jax chuckled in retort; Darling, you ain’t even taste the best part yet…”

Disgust and fury ran uncontrollable through her body radiating to an explosively dangerous level. She quietly whispered; “This fucking asshole…” as she compelled herself to clear the lump in her throat noisily.

Her annoyance was beginning to peak into seething eruption; “You’ve got some damn nerve, Jax. That I can give ya. Such a lady’s man.”

A shudder ran through his vertebrates forcing the hairs along his neck to stand painfully on the edge. Her words were impudently brash bouncing off her rosy plump lips.

“Can’t say I didn’t warn ya, doll.” His arched brow sprouted newfound madness as Y/N daydreamed of punching that shit grin off his idiotic face. But his eyes told another tale, his sapphire irises brimmed with tacit concern and uncertainty.

Her life with Jax was a never-ending roller coaster. Exhilaration awaited them at every corner until it didn’t. No matter how many wrongdoings Jax committed, Y/N dutifully stayed by his side never daring to question his authority. Gemma taught her of loyalty, of the importance of family eternally sticking together, and to never turn her back when the going gets rough because it was bound to cross a line if you survived long enough. The Sons checked their moral ambiguities when they patched in, sacrificing their soul for the benefit of the club.

So, Y/N’s skin thickened as time meandered on, and as Jax shacked up with Wendy, and again every time she watched some slut leave his dorm every night. Honestly, she should thank Jax for her turned her into the dominantly powerful woman she became that awakened Jax’s feelings. But now, now he was the reason her heart was breaking.

She cleared her throat attempting to draw his attention; “Wow, seems like you’ve got your hands full tonight. Didn’t realize I needed to make a reservation.” Her eyes penetrated his, he looked like a deer in blinding headlights at the recognizable voice in front of him.

The girl seating in Jax’s lap had the audacity to open her bright fuchsia painted lips; “He’s busy tonight. Shoo, buh-bye.” Motioning her hand in Y/N’s direction.

Y/N eyed the broad up judging her every spectacle of the way. She bit the corner of her lips in attempt to register what her mind couldn’t.

She clicked on tongue in vast disapproval at the idiot before her; “Listen here, bitch. I’m Y/N, his old lady and you’re going to get the fuck up and listen to the words leaving my mouth and find another lap to occupy, NOW.” She put on her fakest high pitched voice just to prove a point; “Got it? Good, now if you make me repeat myself, I’d love the opportunity to fuck up that plastic face of yours. Now, Shoo.”

The random girl gulped unwillingly to challenge the alpha female and meekly wagged her head in agreeance. Jax noticed the slight tremor as she removed herself from his grasp trudging in defeat. He sighed in extreme exasperation; “Congratulations, you’ve got my attention…now talk.”

“Ugh, I’m seriously starting to question what the hell I’ve been doing with an asshat like you for so long? Seriously Jax, what the shit?”

He remained irrationally irritated Y/N had chosen a party to air out their dirty laundry. She was undermining him in front of his brothers, nobody challenged him. This was yet another lesson he’d teach Y/N the difficult way.

“You’re makin a scene! Let’s talk this outside?” He seized her arm dragging Y/N behind him. Her heels dug into the surface fighting his weight with her own. Jax glanced back at her stubbornness on display and/snickered sinfully.

“No, I’m fine where I am.”

Jax invaded her space, his breath jostled against her peach fuzz. He hovered dangerously close to her, fury seeping from his freckled skin.

“Ah, the mighty heroine here to save herself. Classic, real good Y/N.”

Y/N huffed venting her building frustrations; “I can’t do this anymore, Jax.” Her voice wavered in confidence before erupted in sadness; I fucking won’t do this anymore.”

Jax Teller rolled his eyes before sighing annoyingly loud; “You always say this shit, Y/N. And you always keep comin back for more. This is a dance we memorized baby girl, our dance.”

Her fists ignited into internal rage; her breathing skyrocketed to unbridled anger. Typical biker to neglect the actual words leaving a woman’s mouth in this hell hole.

“So, I guess that makes me the fool and you the asshole, hmm? Yes, I might be a fucking glutton for punishment but at least I have a heart, some decency of a moral compass to abide by. But you, Jax? You would burn the world simply because you were bored. And right now, this is me telling you I quit. Go fuck one of your many other mindless wannabes. I bet they’re beggin for Jax Teller’s cock as we speak.”

His cockiness was beginning to push her past the point of no return as he growled his words from his venomous mouth; “I don’t doubt that darling. The question of the hour is if you’re really sure you wanna throw in the towel?”

Y/N’s head whipped around fast; her eyes blazed in pure hatred; “The biggest mistake you ever made was letting love come into your life. You fuck up everything you touch. Have a nice life, Teller.”

Heavy footsteps clonked against the wooden slats swiftly rushing towards the front doors of the clubhouse. She approached the entrance grazing her knuckles along the worn material. In the upper right-hand corner, the smallest of carvings adorned the walk away years later; their initials carved for the world to bear witness. Digging through her purse, Y/N located her car keys and stood on her tiptoes scratching at the etchings now nothing but mere wood indentions. Fuck happy endings. No wait, fuck this ending.

Finally, anger breached its imminent tipping point as his temper imploded. His arms gripped hers excruciatingly firm slamming her against the wall aligned of mugshots. A frame or two randomly dropped closer by. Jax was the Kurt Cobain to her Courtney Love; both destined and simultaneously cursed. Glass pierced the ground piece by piece. Her eyes fully dilated as fear crept into her smug demeanor. Her breath came out in short, timid, huffs as quaked in anxiousness.

“You’re my girl, Y/N. Don’t do this shit. You know I love you.”

Confliction cowered in her bones. His ragged and pathetic tone drew her in wrapping itself snugly around her. She knew that if she would have heard these words any other day, she would have declared it the best day of her life and would have started to call everyone to let them know that he finally said the words! But today was not that day and all she wanted to do right now was putting her hands over her ears and stop listening.

She spewed her virulent words once and for all; “You’re not the person I thought you were.”

Her body went rigid in his arms as sorrow clung to her like forgotten hope. She was losing him, sacrificing a piece of her heart for her own freedom. She loathed the man Jax evolved into but somewhere under his façade lived the gentle poet who stole her soul. Jax snickered obnoxiously before a murderous grin took ahold; “No. I’m just not the person you wanted me to be.”

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intoanothermind · 4 years

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Doppelgänger - Barry Allen

Word Count: 5.317 words

- Barry Allen x reader

Synopsis: What if you find yourself face to face with a man that resembles the one you love and your mission is to kill him?

Masterlist

Part One (but it can be read as a one shot)

It was not like I was a dangerous meta human, at least not apparently. I avoided using my powers and many times I went unnoticed by people and other metas. I tried my best not to attract attention to myself, especially when the speedster Zoom took the city of Central City and gave two options for all the metas: to join him or die. My efforts, however, were in vain when I was approached on the way home from Jitterbugs. It all happened so fast. In a moment I felt my jacket being gripped from behind; in the next second, I was pulled out of a portal in the middle of a paved area that I didn’t recognize.

“Where am I?” I asked, confused and annoyed, rising from the ground where he had thrown me.

“You have only one mission.” Zoom's figure overcame me in an intimidating way, with a monstrous voice that sent shivers down my spine. “Kill The Flash and you can go home.”

I opened my mouth to ask how I would do it, but in a matter of seconds he had opened a portal and disappeared through it again. I grunted in frustration as I looked around, seeing that there wasn’t much there. It wasn’t difficult to discover that I was in a parallel universe. There were rumors among the meta humans that Zoom was kidnapping the strongest of them and taking them to another Earth. I just didn’t think I would be one of them, especially since I rarely used my powers. Plus, just seeing the city lights not far off, it was clear that this wasn’t the Central City I knew.

There was a hangar a few yards from where I was, and when I came in to check it was empty except for a few wooden boxes. I sighed, sitting down in one of them and trying to think of something to attract that Flash. I couldn’t stay there. I had to go home. It wasn’t like I had someone waiting for me, but I had promised someone else to keep him safe.

It was time to do some research.

I spent days hiding in that hangar on the outskirts of Central City. I didn’t know how that world worked, so I did my best not to attract unnecessary attention. I spent most of my time reading the city newspaper for any information about The Flash. Apparently he was a speedster - just like Zoom - in a scarlet costume that decided to use his ability to help the city. I couldn’t deny that such a gesture made me admire him a little bit, but I also couldn’t let my moral sense overlap my desire to return home. I needed to think of something that would draw him to me instead of having to go after him. Even more that I didn’t have as amazing skills as others. After analyzing my few options, I decided that my plan should be as simple as possible. The faster I finished, the faster I would return to my Earth.

Five days after I arrived, I put the plan into action. I smashed some of the boxes out of that hangar and rearranged the wood in the shape of a huge bolt of light into the cemented floor outside. With my ability to control the senses, I ensured that no one but The Flash could see the wood burning and the smoke rising within a mile. In a period of fifteen minutes, some people and even some policemen appeared, trying to find out what happened, but they turned around when they didn’t see anything. I began to doubt whether it had been a good plan when there was no sign of the masked man.

When I saw a red blur crossing the isolated field, I realized that it had indeed worked.

“Cisco, I can’t see anyone.” The man said.

“Think again, pretty boy.” I said, my voice altered by my power, coming out of the hangar and snapping my fingers when he turned to me.

He widened his eyes behind the mask, turning his face as if searching for me. I smirked even though he wasn’t able to see it.

“Cisco, I can’t see anything” He yelled. “Literally nothing!”

“What do you mean you can’t see anything?” A voice answered through the gadget in his hear and I only could listen to it due to my sharp hearing.

“Who are you?” The Flash asked and I knew it was for me.

“I’m the one who is going to kill you to be able to come home.”

I felt my eyes light as if they were white headlights and he fell to the ground because of the lack of sensitivity I caused on his skin and his nerves.

“Cisco, I can’t feel anything” He seemed desperate. “What have you done to me?”

“I took away your sight and your sensibility. I don’t think you’ll be able to run now.” I hummed as I took a knife out of my pocket.

I approached him, trying to quell my nervousness at the imminence of having to take a life. But I needed to go home. There were people waiting for me - or at least that's what I wanted to believe. I was ready to stick the knife into Flash's chest when something caught my attention in his opaque eyes, trying to see again. Greens. They were light green with what looked like chocolate drops on it.

And I'd only seen eyes like that in one person.

I gasped when I pulled the mask back from his face.

“Bartholomew?!” I murmured, feeling my eyes watering.

“Barry?!” I heard the voice from his gadget. “Barry, what's going on?!”

He dropped to his knees in front of me and I snapped my fingers again to cancel his momentary blindness and reconstitute his sensitivity. Barth looked around, sitting hurriedly, and his eyes widened when he saw my face.

“Y-Y/N? B-but...”

I laughed bitterly seeing his skin go pale.

“Of course you would know my doppelgänger.”

“And apparently you know mine.”

I threw the knife at his feet, defeated.

“You’re right, I know him.” I shook my head with a ghost of a sour grin in my lips. “And I would never kill the man who looks like him. No matter how much I want to go back.”

No matter how much I prepared every single part of my plan, it didn’t matter how close I was to completing the mission that would take me back to my home. When I saw that Bartholomew was The Flash, I gave up on everything and surrendered, ending up in a cell with a reinforced glass door at the entrance of the S.T.A.R Labs particle accelerator of that Earth. I sat on the blue floor, just taking a deep breath and without saying a word as I saw Barth standing on the other side, still in his scarlet uniform, with four people around him - Harrison and Jesse Wells, who I knew came from my universe, and Caitlin Snow and Cisco Ramon, who were completely different from the versions of them I knew. Everyone seemed a little surprised - and suspicious, I might add - of my lack of attempt to free myself.

“I still don’t understand how you surrendered so easily.” Cisco broke the silence. “Yours powers are so incredible that you could end anyone.”

I couldn’t hold my chuckle as the others cast glares at him.

“I must say that this version of you is so much more pleasant”. I crossed my arms and realized that he shuddered at the mention of his doppelgänger. “Oh, I see that you’ve met Reverb.”

“Terrible experience, may I add.”

“Cisco is right, though.” Jesse spoke up and I looked at her. “Why did you give up so easy?”

I opened my mouth to speak, it’s not like it would make any difference after all, but I was interrupted by a familiar voice entering the tunnel.

“Barry, what is happening?” Iris West’ figure was present and all my prayers that her doppelgänger and of Barth’s didn’t know each other in this reality became in vain. “Y/N?” Her voice was surprised, but I didn’t want to see her face.

I lowered my gaze to my lap as I squeezed my arms in my hands. I felt a tear trickling down my cheek and I hoped that none of them would notice. Knowing that Iris and Barth were together on my Earth was one thing, but knowing that their doppelgängers were also together in other realities was even more excruciating.

“Nope.” His voice calmed my nerves once again as it also made me more alert. “It's her doppelgänger from Earth-2. Apparently a meta human that controls the senses.”

“You had to see, Iris,” Cisco said, sounding excited, "she left him blind and managed for him not to move, and okay, I'll shut my mouth now.”

There was a moment of excruciating silence. I could feel everyone's eyes on me, as if they were analyzing me in the smallest details. I was starting to get uncomfortable, but I avoided any eye contact. Gradually I heard murmurs between them and steps getting away one by one until I thought they would close the door and leave me there in the dark. When that didn’t happen, I created the courage to look up and saw Bartholomew sitting in front of me, watching me. We stared at what seemed like hours and I took advantage of this unique opportunity to decorate your features without fears. Just from the similarities with the Bartholomew I knew, I managed to list several differences, starting with the lack of degree glasses.

“Why did you let yourself be arrested?” he finally broke the silence. "Why did you react that way when Iris came in?"

I smiled crookedly. "I thought you would have found it by now, Bartholomew."

“Barry.”

“Barry?” I asked , frowning.

“That's what I'm called here.”

I nodded, remaining a little silent, purposely avoiding his question until he spoke again.

"We can make this deal: I tell you the story of how I met your doppelgänger and you tell me your story of how you met mine. What do you think?”

I looked into his green eyes that were still the same from the Bartholomew I knew. My heart skipped a few beats just from meeting those eyes, even though I was well aware that it was a completely different Bartholomew, and it confused me.

I cleared my throat and took a deep breath before starting to tell my story.

“I met Bartholomew when I was in my first year of high school. We became friends quickly, practically inseparable. He was all I had since I had never met my parents. I've always been in love with him and made the mistake of not saying anything before leaving town to go to college. When I returned , they were already married. I didn't want to ruin their happiness, but I needed to get that weight off my chest, so I ended up confessing. He told me he always knew that I loved him, but that he would always choose Iris, because she was the love of his life.” I let an sour laugh to saying those words out loud and tried to avoid the broken look that Barry threw me. “We had a fight and I kicked him out of my house. Not only did I lose the man I had fallen in love with, I lost my best friend that day too. I cried a lot and kinda without thinking I took medicine to cloud my senses. That was when the particle accelerator exploded. Bartholomew only came to see if I was okay, since so many people had died. I didn't give him much opportunity to say anything, I just promised I would keep him safe even if he wasn't on my side before running away. I began to live in hiding and doing my best not to attract attention with my powers, until Zoom ambushed me and dragged me here.” I took a deep breath again before adding. “And that's why I didn't have and never will have the courage to kill you. Not when you have the face of the only man I ever loved, even though I know you're not and never will be the Bartholomew I met.”

When I finally finished counting, we both remained silent. Barry fiddled with his uniform gloves, seeming to have trouble finding his own words.

“I met Y/N a few months ago, she worked as a clerk at CC Jitters, the correspondent of what you know as Jitterbugs, but it's just a coffee shop here.” He started and I payed attention to every word spoken. “We talked for a few minutes every day, and what I admired about her most was that even with a bit of heartache that she'd missed her job opportunity at Central City Picture News, she wouldn't be shaken. I was afraid to ask her out because I didn't want my Flash identity to put her in danger. It turned out that one day she had to be alone to close the cafeteria and a man came in armed. As I was worried about her, I was already around, so it didn't take long to arrive. She was blacked out after being hit in the head and I brought it here. When she woke up, she revealed that she already knew I was The Flash because of my carelessness a while ago. We were fine, happy, until...” He paused and I noticed his voice failing to continue. “She died almost three months ago. Car accident, not even the drunk driver who hit her survived.”

I swallowed my tears. I can now imagine his pain and the surprise of others seeing my face.

“I'm sorry.” I whispered, but I know he was able to hear. “After that, my story seems like just teen drama.”

He laughed, neither dry nor rude, just empty.

“Being rejected is also a pain that no one should go through. It is like losing a person, and even though you know that they are alive and healthy, you can never have them.” He said, looking straight into my eyes.

We stayed a long time like this. How much longer I don’t know. I just know I couldn't look away from those green orbs. It no longer interested me to know that he wasn’t Earth-2 Barth. This was Earth-1 Barry and he somehow appealed to me. We had more in common than we imagined before. I felt that with that exchange we had inexplicably connected us, and for just a few seconds I felt an irresistible urge to kiss him. Not Barth, but Barry. And it scared me a little.

“Barry?!”the Cisco urgent voice spread by a speaker and interrupted our silent exchange of looks. “We need you in the cortex, we have a problem.”

I got up with him and tried to get his attention before he disappeared. I don't know what was wrong with me, I just felt the need not to let it disappear from my sight.

“Barry!” I called and he turned to me. "I don't know what it is, but I want to help. I can help with whatever you need.” I did my best not to sound as desperate as I really was.

I saw your jaw locking.

“Better not.” His answer was short and the thought crossed my mind made my heart ache, which made me even more confused.

"You don't trust me, do you?" My voice was just a sad whisper.

Barry blinked a few times and looked at me with an unreadable expression.

“It's not about this. I lost a Pietra once and now that I have the opportunity, I won't afford to lose another.”

He sped out of the tunnel before I could answer. Not that I had any answers. His words took me by surprise and, I can’t deny that it brought a smile to my face. One that I didn't open in a long time.

Hours have passed since I saw him. After getting tired of just sitting, I started walking and circling in the small space of the cell where I was. Every few seconds I stared at the door, hoping it would open and Barry would come out safe and sound. I couldn't help worrying, and after the words he had uttered before leaving, I didn't think it would happen anytime soon. I used my expanded sensations and senses to find a way out - I wasn't very lucky at that. I then analyzed the words spoken by Cisco through the speaker, looking for any hint of what might have led Barry out and building possibilities of what happened after that. But Cisco had been too shallow for me to get any useful information.

When I realized I was going to go crazy with worry, I started screaming and punching the walls, hoping that it would catch the eye of anyone watching the camera recordings in my cell. When I almost thought it was useless, the gate to the cells opened and a very angry Cisco appeared.

“What you want?” He mumbled. "We're busy enough to worry about you right now."

“Barry.” I answered quickly, almost squeezing me to the cell's glass door. “How is Barry?”

The expression that crossed his face answered my question even before the words came out of his mouth.

“Badly.” He ran his hand through his hair in exasperation and frowned when he saw a tear trickling down my cheek. “The metahuman just touched him and he began to agonize, complaining of pain everywhere. We had to get him back to the lab and Caitlin still doesn't know how to help him. Neither does Harry know, even though he says he knew Stinger from Earth-2. Apparently they had discovered nothing to counteract.”

I did my best to swallow the lump in my throat as I tried to focus on the name he had said. Stinger. I met him on Earth-2 and there was really nothing discovered to counteract the physical pain that he caused just by touch. Because it was not to be discovered. Because I hid.

"Now, if you'll excuse me..." Cisco continued, oblivious to my epiphany. "My friend is about to die in agony and I'd like to go back to the lab and try to save him."

“Wait!” I exclaimed, louder than intended. “I know how to cure it. Please let me save Barry.”

Cisco analyzed my red features from crying, his own softening at the realization that I was affected by the news but still suspicious.

“Tell me how and I do.” He said.

“No, no, no.” I said quickly. “Stinger's pain is only neutralized if I momentarily take Barry's touch sensibilities, as I did in the hangar.” When he looked at me still skeptical, I begged. “Please. I swear I'll be back in the cell if I have to, just let me save him.”

Cisco touched the panel next to him and the glass doors opened. He looked a little afraid when I stepped outside, but when I stood still, if I tried to escape, he seemed to calm down and guided me to the cortex. When we got there, I saw Barry lying on a stretcher in a glass-walled room with everyone around him, including Joe West. Barry's screams were agonizing to the listener and I soon hurried over to him.

“What is she doing outside the cell?” Asked Joe, taking a weapon from its holster and pointing at me. “One more step or I'll shoot.”

"I took her off, Joe, lower it." Cisco said.

“Why would you do that?!” Asked Iris, frowning.

“She said she can save him.”

Joe lowered his gun at such words and I saw such a gesture as my cue to approach Barry. When I saw him there, yelling and shifting as if something wanted to come out of his gut, my urge to cry only increased, but I swallowed my tears. I didn't want anyone to see me so fragile, Cisco was enough. I looked at Caitlin from across the table and she flashed me a smile that said she trusted me. I held Barry's hand in mine and took a deep breath before I felt my eyes light up with white lights and he dropped to the stretcher, as he had on the paved floor beside the counter a few days ago. I waited a few suffocating seconds, just as a guarantee, and, still holding her hand, brought back his sensitivity. I bit my bottom lip waiting for some sign that it had worked. When those green eyes that I waited hours to see again flickered a few times before focusing on mine, I let out an involuntary sob as well as a huge smile.

It worked.

“Barry?” I called him, dropping one of my hands to run my fingers through his brown locks, not bothering with the sweat.

“Hey, Y/N.” He whispered hoarsely, blinking slowly and lazily. “Thanks for saving me.”

That was enough for the others to react and crowd around us. Caitlin said she needed to do some testing just for the sake of it and I felt this was my time. I looked around for Cisco.

"Cisco, will you take me back to the cell?" I asked, causing everyone to shut up and to turn to me with wide eyes.

“No way.” Barry said, trying to sit up, but several pairs of hands came forward to lay him back on the stretcher. "You don't have to go back there anymore. I'll get her out of there myself if that happens.”

I didn't think my smile could have been bigger.

"Besides," said Harrison Wells, "I think Pietra will be of great help in capturing Stinger."

"But first," said Cisco, drawing everyone's attention, "she needs a name."

Days later and a draft plan to get Stinger was ready. Cisco had been very excited by the name he had given me - Sensy - since I had none on Earth-2 because only a few people knew about my skills. I became friends with everyone at STAR, even Iris, but I had a special connection with Barry. I would like to think that because of his resemblance to the Barth I loved, but I knew I could no longer lie to myself. And the tension in the air was clear for all of Team Flash. By the time Cisco and Harry - I would still have to get used to calling him that - spotted Stinger, Barry was completely recovered from his last date.

I was ready to finally wear the costume Cisco had made for Sensy. Barry, however, seemed to have other plans.

“You stay.” He said in a firm voice to me, but I would not be standing there while he risked his life.

“No way!” I insisted immediately. “The idea is for me to go there and use my skills so he won't use his!"

“Barry, that was the best plan we could get.” warned Harry.

“You have to go soon, he's approaching the Central Bank.” Caitlin said, her eyes glued to the screen in front of her.

Barry took a deep breath and turned to me. I saw in the twinkle of his eyes that I would not win this discussion, no matter how certain I was.

“I refuse to lose you.” The voice was quiet to the point I was the only one who was able to hear it and hoarse as if he had just woken up. He exchanged his regular clothes for Flash's uniform in a matter of a second and approached me. One of his hands tangled in my hair and his forehead touched mine, allowing me to feel his breath on my lips. Perfect combination to weaken my knees and take any train of thought from my mind. “You can stay here monitoring, but I'm going out alone today. Please… ”he asked in a voice so broken that I couldn't deny it.

“Fine, I’ll stay.” He sighed, looking relieved. “But I have a plan.”

He looked at me confused as we parted a few inches and took his face in my hands.

“Don't look away from my eyes.” I warned .

It only took a few seconds, but it was enough for him to grimace in pain. When I let go of his face, he blinked a few times.

“What did you do? I don't feel anything, literally.”

“I took your touch sensitivity, just the response of the nerves.” I tried to explain as soon as possible. "It will be as if you are feeling your body numb, but not like the day we met. You'll be able to run normally, you just need a little more concentration. If Stinger touches you, you won't feel a thing.”

Barry grinned from ear to ear. “You are awesome.”

I ignored my flushed cheeks and tried to hurry him up.

“Go fast! Never tried it before, I don't know how long it will last.”

He leaned closer to me and before I could process what was happening, he sealed our lips quickly before leaving the lab like lightning. I stood in the same place like a statue, trying to figure out how it all happened and still feeling his lips touching mine. I got out of my trance when a long whistle sounded in the silence and I remembered that there were actually more people in the cortex. As I turned to the computers, I saw Cisco, Caitlin, Iris, Harry and Jesse staring at me wide-eyed until Jesse broke the uncomfortable silence.

“That was intense.”

After my makeshift plan seemed to work, everyone dispersed. Through the GPS in Flash costume, Cisco told me Barry was already back in STAR Labs and Caitlin said his vitals were normal, I ran to the entrance of their makeshift jail. I needed to see Barry. I longed for that moment and took a deep breath before finally bending into the circular tunnel entrance. Barry was already closing the gate when I entered and he quickly turned to me. He opened his mouth to say something, but I gave him no time. I snapped my fingers to dispel the lack of sensitivity and wrapped my arms around his neck to kiss his lips.

He didn't hesitate for a second, wrapping my arms around my waist and pulling me even closer, pressing me against his chest. I laced my fingers through his hair, pulling his mouth against mine more tightly and needily, angling my head to deepen the kiss. It wasn't a calm kiss like I always dreamed it would be with the Barth I met on Earth-2. But I didn’t care. Barry Earth-1's ravenous, needy, passionate kiss made me realize that all my life I was after the wrong Bartholomew Allen. When Barry reached a hand up my cheek to caress it without breaking the kiss, everything about Barth from Earth-2 seemed to disappear from my mind and all I felt, saw, breathed, and experienced was Barry kissing me.

Barry drew back a few seconds to regain the lost air, but then collided our lips again, in an even deeper, more emotional kiss than the last one. I suddenly had an idea and decided to put it into practice. I had all my keenest senses since the day of the particle accelerator explosion, but I always tried to numb them back to their natural state. But not today, not now. I let them blossom again and concentrated on the taste of Barry's lips against mine, the smell of his cologne mixed with the sweat of fighting a human goal, the feel of his hands on my body and I felt it all go out, multiplying to an indescribable level. I passed this on to Barry through my lips and my own hands and the kiss became something even more amazing and magical.

“Wow.” We said at the same time as we parted.

"Your ability is definitely much better than mine." He whispered against my lips.

I let out a laugh, kissing his lips quickly once more.

" Y/N , I..." He began and I decided to remain silent, anxious and fearful for the next words he would speak. “I know I'm not the Barth you lo-loved and you definitely are not the Pietra I loved, but... I-if you are willing, I want to try so-something between us. I can't deny that I'm attracted to you... And not only because you're identical to her, that's not it at all... You're just amazing, and not just because of the thrill of the sensations, but the whole set is perfect and...”

“Yes, Barry.” I interrupted him, looking at him affectionately, just as he looked at me. “I want this. I want it to be us.”

He grinned, but he weakened slightly. “But you have people on Earth-2 who...”

“I don’t have.” I interrupted him again. "I told you I'm an orphan, and it's not like I'm on the best of terms with my best friend or someday we will be. So yes, Barry, I'm willing to stay here.”

Barry flashed a smile that until the moment I hadn't seen on him, only on Barth when he looked at Iris and it caused my heartbeat to fail. Not with the thought of Barth, but knowing that Barry was looking at me that way and that he was sincere.

“That’s his loss.” Barry whispered against my lips before crossing space again and kissing me like I've never been kissed in my life.

I melted into his arms, not caring if Team Flash was watching everything on camera, not caring that Flash was needed right now somewhere in town, not caring that I wasn't the Pietra Montgomery he loved months ago and lost her in a car accident, not caring that he wasn't the Bartholomew Allen I had known for many years and married Iris.

I didn't care about any of that.

Because, after all, even though Iris West from Earth-2 had Barth Allen from Earth-2, I had Barry Allen from Earth-1.

And I couldn't ask for anything else.

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chiseler · 4 years

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THE CHISELER INTERVIEWS ANDY McCARTHY

Chiseler: Please tell our readers when you began digging into obscurantist concerns -- these strange and neglected corners of New York history. Give us a sense of how it all started, and some idea of the scope here. Andy McCarthy: I worked as a New York City tour guide on the red doubledecker buses between 2004 and 2011, and Times Square was one of the highlights of the tour. The tour began and ended in Times Square — New York begins and ends in Times Square. The history of the world's entertainment district is a big subject — lots to talk about and always more to learn. Plus everyone hates Times Square. Elmo probably even hates it. So it was even more inspired to find the appreciation for the experience of it as it is now in the present. Like going to a Starbucks in the East Village and finding yourself talking to the ghost of Joey Ramone, who loves the Tall Blonde. West 42nd Street in particular was always a synapse-inducing subject — it isn't that it's obscurantist (except maybe for understanding the real estate chronology), but that there are a million ways of approaching it — it's the brightest neighborhood in America after all — the old theaters, the showbiz history, labor action, smut lore, the "cleanup" and failed redevelopments before the final wrecking ball in the 1990s, etc. Anyhow in 2012, film programming friends were putting together a series that revolved around the history of W. 42nd Street — they called it THE DEUCE, after the nickname for the block between Seventh and Eighth Avenues. The idea was to program a movie that once played in one of the theaters on the Deuce, and I would perform an intro monologue/ slideshow about the history of the theater. We did our first screenings in the backroom of Videology on Bedford Ave in Williamsburg, and then evolved to the proper movie chambers of Nitehawk Cinema in 2013, where as of March 2020 we have done about 80 screenings. Don't call me an expert but the pop legacy and damaged psyche yielded by the Glittering Gulch has consumed my research panascope like a large bucket of stale popcorn you can't stop shoving it in with gulps of fountain Coke during a matinee of Wolfen. For the last six years I've worked as a reference librarian at NYPL at Fifth Ave and W. 42nd (not the Deuce). My division is US History, Local History, and Genealogy - we get all the NYC history questions. At NYPL the resources available in researching each month's DEUCE spiel far surpass the amount of tips bagged at the height of tourist season by the Naked Cowboy.

Chiseler: When I was 15 or 16 years old, a suburban Jersey kid, I would occasionally take the bus to Port Authority with $20 in my pocket. It was a magical place in the 70s and 80s. Can you tell us something about the porn scene in those days, maybe its larger history, and how it relates to the evolution of your Nighthawk Cinema?

McCarthy: I’m generalizing, but the porn business in Times Square seems a combination of obscenity laws and the real estate market (versus the city and state imposing change). Obscenity laws had increasingly loosened since the 1960s and by the 1980s so many cases ruled in favor of pornography that the pursuit of smut peddlers evaporated like dots of old money shots on a mattress at the Elk Hotel. Sure Edwin Meese led a commission against porn in Reagan's Morning in America as a coalition of the religious right against the entire ethos of the 1970s, but it doesn't seem to have achieved anything other than beleaguering feminist activists who opposed the rampant exploitation of women in pornography only to find a black hole of political alignment with right wing morality police. Live sex shows and bestiality periodicals were then the product of free speech. Meanwhile, big business had no interest in occupying or redeveloping the commercial spaces in Times Square. But landlords held on to the old buildings and theaters — occupied by movie theaters, sex shops, etc. - waiting for a future time when the demand for Times Square real estate upped the value and they might cash in. The neighborhood became a sex district mostly because these were the only businesses that would pay rent in the area — which most New Yorkers supposedly avoided. And it was the 1970s — the white middle-class had fled, it was a party town, the city was broke, its own redevelopment efforts continually failing on the Deuce, where the racial patron and hangout demographic was majority Black, and drugs and prostitution were viable business. But the theaters on the Deuce mostly didn't play porn. The Victory (today the "New Victory") played triple-X and the Harem was a 24 hour porn box — but you had more opportunity to see First Blood or What's Up Doc? in the 8 or 9 other theaters on W. 42nd between 7th and 8th Avenue. XXX theaters were elsewhere in Times Square than the Deuce. Whether it was magical depends on one's experience of it at the time. Times Square has always been a fantasy factory and the DEUCE movie series we do exalts going to the movies, and even when the experience back then was rough, most reminiscences of people seeing movies on 42nd Street is a memory of great impact. We do not celebrate that it was so bad it was good (the same way we do not program movies that are "so bad they are good" — that crap is for bored minds who are less able to form an independent thought than the digital diode Coca-Cola sign at 47th and Broadway) — but it is a combination of place and experience in a matrix of moviegoing: there are many stories to tell about each theater, and the movies we program may take on new life in the forgetting chambers of Nitehawk Cinema. If porn ended up characterizing the business of Times Square when obscenity laws and real estate allowed it to, then no surprise — such is history…

Chiseler: I’m with you on “so bad it’s good” — a goddamn disease. I spend years of my life hunting down non-canonical titles, not with the tacky idea of establishing an alternative canon, but with the goal of subverting the very notion of canons. In other words, I’m seeking great films that establish their own criterion for greatness, compelling viewers to recognize them on their own ground. To expand your last answer a bit, would you mind dwelling on a few titles you’ve screened and tell our readers why you selected them?

McCarthy: OK — the DEUCE is a group effort. First off we are thankful for Nitehawk Cinema to have hosted the series for so long. I only do the intro monologue / slideshow on the history of a theater, while my co-jockeys — seasoned film programmers Joe Berger, Max Cavanaugh, and Jeff Cashvan — program the screenings, which are always a 35mm print, sprocketed by boothmaster Pro-Jo Joe Muto. The 35mm signature touch seems to be one of the ongoing draws for the audience, who routinely sell out the 90 seat theater, ahem... Cashvan puts together a list and Max tracks down a print (if one exists). The selections hinge on whether the movie once played in a theater on the Deuce, and the availability of a 35mm print — the experience of history in the screening zeroes down to the technology too. The movies are chosen because they have creative merit and yield enough for the viewer to determine if they are good or bad — or anything in between, which is much more interesting. Also we gotta honor the faith of the ticket-buyers and uphold any rep of the series, and not hash up some dumb time-wasting crap. Some of the flicks might be obscure, like Night of the Juggler (a gritty 1980 NYC exegesis on the type of race and class tensions too familiar under the U.S. presidency of the hurrahed bastard) or Teen Lust (bizarre sex romp directed by that-guy character actor James Hong) or Combat Shock (Vietnam vet psychodrama shot in Staten Island, including the Nam scenes), and other flicks are not obscure, like A View to a Kill or Tommy or Luna or Runaway Train... The crowds continually seem to enjoy a genuine going-to-the-movies experience; there is never any of that ironic insecure brainless hipster douchebag laughter that you get at some of these retro screenings that sizzles my nerves like hamburgers and franks on the grill at Grand Luncheonette at 229 W. 42nd Street next to the old Selwyn Theater — both places long gone. I saw Lost Weekend at BAM one time and was surrounded by people laughing at Ray Milland suffering from delirium tremens. What kind of loser pays $15 to act like that at a movie? Anyhow - those types don't come to these screenings. Some people come no matter what is playing, others for nostalgia or a particular love for a movie, others for whatever. No one is coming to experience the reenactment of a W. 42nd Street theater in 1982, which is not the intention — if it was we would just play grade-Z spaghetti westerns or Porky's sequels and allow smoking in the theater.

Chiseler: I realize that COVID puts a fairly long-term kaibosh on movie theaters. Where, if anywhere, do your hopes lie for continuing your work? Night of the Juggler ranks among my favorite films, by the way.

McCarthy: I am working on a book that corrals all the research I've done for the last 8 years. As far as reopening movie theaters, I have no clue. That is up to Nitehawk etc. The series is a theatrical communal thing. We haven't all been in touch about carrying things through the quarantine because there is no virtual alternative. As for Juggler it's too bad the movie is super unfindable. But how and where we obtained a one-time-only print will remain as undisclosed as a Gambino wiseguy taking the fifth.

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lilyswritings · 5 years

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fate. ⏤ iv.

synopsis: Keep your head down, focus on getting through your classes, and try not to die. That had always been your plan of attack when it comes to attending Kings Dominion School of the Deadly Arts. But your life plans get thrown out the window as you find yourself growing attached to the new kid who refuses to lose his compassion and moral code, despite the ruthless curriculum and vicious social cliques he finds himself surrounded by.

author’s note: okay so this one is LONG, but it’s also my favorite? it has drama, and angst, and romance, and blah blah... please let me know if you’d prefer much shorter pieces, or if you’re okay with the long ones!! it would help me plan the next few parts. hope you guys enjoy!! (also- this GIF wow)

wordcount: 4,119 (find a comfy seat, grab some popcorn, settle in)

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Marcus Lopez Arguello x Reader

By the time you and Petra arrive, Shabnam’s house is overflowing with a throng of angsty teenagers drinking and being rowdy. The outside of the house is surrounded by your peers, and you narrowly avoid getting slammed into by some dude with his top off as you climb the stairs.

Petra’s dark eyebrows shoot up as the door swings open and the both of you are greeted by way too many people and loud obnoxious music. You self-consciously adjust your Ramones tee, glancing at all the Legacies that surround you.

“It’s even worse than I thought.” Petra groans, grabbing your hand and pulling you through the crowd and towards the bar.

You allow yourself to be pulled along, even when you notice that Viktor is tending the bar and Petra sits down in front of him. He smiles and leans on the counter, basically just staring at her, and you roll your eyes and grab the nearest bottle of alcohol you can reach. Jack Daniels. It’ll do.

You sit in silence for a little, drinking from your solo cup – you’re not a heathen, like the rest of your class, and you refuse to drink straight from someone else parent’s bottle – as you scan the party for any familiar faces while Petra actively ignores Viktor, who is still staring at her.

“Alright. I’m gonna go find someone with decent music.” You state, standing up and offering a hand to Petra. She eyes it, then shakes her head, and although your eyebrows shoot up, you nod and down your drink (probably not a great decision if the burn is any indication) before turning to leave.

Just when you think you’ve found a quiet place to chill, two FWOs shove past you into the closet and begin shoving their tongues down each other’s throats. You wrinkle your nose in disgust and turn the corner quickly, hoping to escape the situation, when you smack into someone and nearly lose balance.

“Woah there.” A familiar voice says, warm hands settling on your hips to steady you. Your gaze meets Marcus’ and your slightly tipsy brain helpfully informs you that he looks good tonight. Something about seeing him out of uniform.

“You okay?” He asks, and you realize you’ve been silent.

“Oh, yeah.” Suddenly too close for comfort, you step back, crossing your arms and smiling. “Yes. Just, you know. This isn’t exactly… My scene.”

He laughs, the corners of his eyes crinkling, and raises his beer can. “That’s what this stuff is for.” You nod, looking around, and when you glance back he’s holding up a second can.

“Okay, I didn’t know you did magic.” You joke, taking it from him and pretending you didn’t see the table of beers next to him, and he shrugs.

“What can I say. I have many tricks up my sleeve.” You roll your eyes and pop the cap, taking a sip, when all of a sudden Petra appears next to you and grabs your arm.

“Hi Marcus. Bye Marcus.” She says, tugging you out of the room, and you offer a quick glance at a confused Marcus before the two of you round the corner into the living room.

“What the hell?” You say, and she gives you an apologetic smile as she pulls you onto the couch to sit next to her.

“I heard there was pizza and I didn’t want you to miss any.” She offers, pushing up her fishnet sleeve as she reaches over the coffee table and grabs a slice from the open box. You roll your eyes but follow suit, alternating bites of pizza with sips of something strong from a red solo cup as Petra starts talking to some goth Prep girl, and you begin to think that maybe parties aren’t so bad.

Billy appears in the doorway, and you smile at him as he approaches the two of you. “Pizza.” He says, dumbly, pointing at the box, and you raise your eyebrows as Petra gives him a blank stare. “Italy.” He finishes, and you wince.

You offer him another smile just as Lex walks over from the side of the room. “Would it kill you to smile, Petra? Poor, sad poet.” He mocks, coming over and plopping down in the very limited space next to you, practically on top of you.

“Hi to you too.” You mutter into your pizza as he continues to talk literally over you.

“Thigh-cutting, clove-smoking, mardy fucking Bauhaus listener. Go to the park. Feed the sodding squirrels.” Petra stands and leaves the room, raising her middle finger as she goes. “Life’s not so bad.” Lex calls after her.

Billy leaves after she does, dejected, and you sigh as Lex becomes bored and shoves his way off of you when Brandy Lynn enters the room. You’ve seen Lex like this before – when he drinks he goes on the offense, targeting people before they can target him.

As he begins his tirade against the Southern girl, you reach over from the couch and pluck the almost empty bottle from his hand, finishing the contents yourself with a grimace. Of course, he’s drinking pure fucking vodka.

Brandy Lynn leaves, and you wince as he throws himself at the next person. You stand, having had enough of this, and stand next to Lex as the older man makes a decent comeback.

“Hey, Lex–” You try, but he basically pushes you away and you roll your eyes at his stubbornness. You reach over and grab his arm, tugging him back a step, but he just narrows his eyes and turns around and clambers onto the coffee table.

“For fuck’s sake.”

“Hey! Everyone!” He shouts, gesturing frantically as you put your hands on your hips and look up at him. “A happy ending! The git from ‘The Hills Have Eyes’ is living his best life!” He continues to mock the man, laughing, before collapsing on the couch.

“Come on, dude. That was such a dick move, even for you.” You berate, but he just rolls his eyes, obviously not paying attention.

“You’ve got ‘em all pegged, Lex.” Marcus’ voice comes from behind you as he enters the room, and you glance nervously between the two smart-asses, unsure of what the interaction will hold.

“Looking down your nose? Talking loud? You’re no different than a Jock, or a Prep. Just another elitist dick with bad hair and a shitty bicycle chain necklace.” Marcus is hitting where it hurts, and you can tell that Lex doesn’t like that as he leans forwards.

“Careful, mate. Murder school and all that.” He says, and Marcus throws his beer can across the room as Lex laughs.

“Really, dude?” You ask, exasperated when he ignores you yet again, before turning to follow Marcus as he stalks angrily out of the room.

“He’s drunk.” You try to explain as you catch up, and Marcus scoffs, not even sparing you a side glance.

“He’s a bully. He knew Billy was trying to talk to Petra and he dicked it all up.” Marcus’ voice is full of anger.

Before you get a chance to reply, a mass of blonde curls appears next to you out of nowhere, and a surprisingly strong hand grips your shoulder, nails digging into the flesh, and you find yourself getting shoved into the bathroom to the side.

“Seven minutes in heaven, weirdos.” Brandy Lynn says smugly, her southern drawl irritating as ever, and she slams the door closed in your face just as launch yourself at her angrily.

You rattle the handle as she laughs in the hallway beyond, causing you to rest your forehead against the wooden paneling and sigh as you realize she’s locked it behind her. Just for the hell of it, you rattle the handle a few more times, pounding on the door once for good measure.

“Stop.” Marcus says suddenly, reminding you that he got trapped in here too, and you sigh and turn around to face him.

“I’m going to kill her.” You state plainly, and he quirks an eyebrow but doesn’t say anything, just leans back onto the bathroom countertop and crosses his arms. Your brain begins to take a U-turn back to your previous thought about how casual clothes look really good on him, especially that shirt – when you force yourself to cut off that train of thought instantly.

You blink as you come back to the present, and Marcus raises his eyebrows. “Ooh, you are drunk.” He states, laughter in his voice, and you lean over and shove him lightly.

“Am not. Just… I don’t drink a lot.” You admit, and he gets that stupid smirk of his as he pushes off the sink and approaches you.

He comes to stand close to you, leaning in close enough that your faces are barely a few inches apart, and you find yourself holding your breath at the proximity. He leans in just a little more, enough that you can see the amber in his dark eyes, when he smiles.

“You’re drunk.” He states again, proud of himself, and you roll your eyes but smile nonetheless.

After a beat, he doesn’t move away, and neither do you. Frozen in time, you let your eyes trace his facial features.

Another few beats, and you find the both of you moving towards each other ever so slowly. His hand comes up to your waist, and your breath hitches as your eyes drag down to his lips. Your brain reminds you that this is a bad idea, but then again, when have you ever listened to common sense?

Somehow, the kiss happens as a mutually initiated thing, the both of you leaning forwards at just the right moment to seal your lips together. The gentle nature of the kiss surprises you, soft and slow and everything a kiss between two drunk teenagers in someone else’s bathroom shouldn’t be, but at some moment in time your hand comes up to rest on his neck and his other hand comes up to the back of your head, tangling in your hair.

You allow yourself to get lost in the moment, time both frozen and sped up at once in a dizzying paradox, and somehow the two of you end up across the bathroom with your back against the towel rack as your arms come up and wrap themselves around Marcus’ neck.

“This dirtbag was comin’ at me, yo–” The moment is shattered as Willie’s voice carries into the bathroom. Marcus physically breaks away from you, not even sparing you a glance as he storms out of the tiny room (when did they unlock the door?) and leaves you alone with your thoughts.

You take a deep breath, running a hand through your hair and turning to stare at yourself in the mirror, as if your reflection will be able to tell you what the hell just happened. Your reflection just stares at you blankly, pupils blown and lips slightly swollen.

You stay in the bathroom for a little while, splashing some water on your face and readjusting yourself so that it doesn’t look like you just made out with someone in Shabnam’s bathroom. When you finally reenter the party, you head directly for the kitchen in search of some water to help sober you up and come to terms with yourself.

A green mohawk is the first thing you see, and so you confidently stroll into the room until you finally see the person Billy is talking to. Marcus has his back turned to you, as does Billy, as he digs around in the cupboards, and you turn to leave before they see you.

“Y/N!” Billy shouts, and you grimace slightly before turning to face the two boys again. “Come help me look for Quaker Oats.” Billy says, and your eyes meet Marcus’ for a half a second before he looks away.

“This again?” You ask, but head over to the cabinet to help him search nonetheless just as Marcus counters Billy’s theory that the Quaker Oats guy is God.

You find nothing in the cupboard, and turn to inform Billy when you spot Petra approaching. “Oh thank God.” You mutter to yourself, abandoning your search and heading over to her.

“Okay, real talk, you can’t tell anyone, but I really have to talk to you–” You start to unload your emotions onto Petra as she takes a slice of pizza, listening intently, but are cut off by Billy approaching nervously.

You stop talking, not wanting him to overhear. “Hey, I know- Look- I’m sorry… If it’s lame. But um, I think you’re really smart, and funny, and really pretty, and um… I think I love you Petra.”

Both you and Petra just stare for a moment, eyes wide after that confession, and Petra’s eyes dart between you and Billy for a moment. “Um… I- I don’t- I don’t really know what to say, Billy. I think you’re a great guy…” She starts, obviously nervous, and Billy waves her off.

“You’ve got a mouth full of pizza. I’m such a clod. Let me get you something to drink, okay?” He says, grabbing a cup and heading to the sink as Petra gives you a panicked look and sets down her pizza.

Her eye catches something behind you, and before you know it she’s brushing past you and grabbing a shirtless Viktor. Your eyes widen, bewildered, and she offers you a panicked shrug before the two of them disappear around the corner.

At that moment, you see Billy move past you, noticing the empty space and heading into the throng of people to look for her. You don’t want to see him discovering what she’s really done, so you just watch him walk away, leaving you and…

Shit. You didn’t think this through.

You turn to face Marcus, and he finally meets your gaze. A moment of excruciating awkwardness passes while you think back to only a little while ago when the two of you were-

“Look…” You begin, at the same time Marcus starts with,

“So…”

The two of you both stop, waiting for the other to continue, and Marcus holds out his beer bottle to gesture for you to keep talking.

“We’re both drunk.” You state, as he begins to nod along. “It doesn’t have to have meant anything.”

“Exactly.” He affirms, and you nod decisively. Marcus doesn’t say anything else, just takes another swig, and you sigh and grab a solo cup and pour the remnants of some amber liquid from a glass bottle into it before turning and heading into the other rooms.

You spot Billy’s green hair on the couch, staring into the fish tank, and you sigh and move to sit on his left. “Hey, bud.” You try, but he stays silent and you give up, turning to sip from your cup.

“Oh, fuck.” The curse leaves your mouth as you spot Lex coming to sit on the other side of Billy. You shake your head at him, but he deliberately doesn’t look at you.

“Saw what happened. Must be rough. Must be hard.” You can see his childish thought process. “Although… Not as hard as Viktor right now. Guy his size. What’s he doing to her?”

Billy stands and leaves, exasperated, despite Lex calling after him, leaving you to glare at Lex as he shrugs and feigns innocence.

The almost tranquil atmosphere is shattered when Viktor shows up in the doorway, nude. You blink, eyes going straight for the ceiling as you try to get rid of that image that is in your brain forever now. “Let’s go balls out. Everyone get nuts!” Viktor screams, and you keep your gaze glued to the ceiling in fear of seeing any more.

“Saw you disappear for a little bit there.” Lex comments, and you roll your eyes as he leans closer. “Then, I saw you coming out of the bathroom – which is, scientifically, the number one teenage wanking spot, I believe.”

You turn to face him with a fake pleasant smile, staring him dead in the eyes. “I get what you’re doing, and I’m not in the mood, okay?”

He scoffs, leaning even closer, and you can smell the rancid alcohol on his breath. “So, which lucky bloke got to-

“Enough!” You shout, standing up quickly before he can continue that vulgar train of thought. “I’ve had enough. Sober up and stop being a dick or you’re gonna lose the only friends you have, idiot.”

He narrows his eyes but – thank God – doesn’t follow with an insult or a retort, just sinks into the sofa. You finish your drink, passing from the living room into the dining room, just in time to catch the contents of Marcus’ drink hit Brandy Lynn in the face. “You bigoted piece of shit!” Marcus shouts.

“Oh, shit.”

You manage to throw yourself in between a fuming Brandy and her target in the nick of time, momentarily distracting her as you turn and shove Marcus’ chest backwards. “He’s drunk!” You hear Saya defending him as you shove him into the kitchen as she continues to fling insults at him.

She gives up in the hall, and when you’ve finally shoved Marcus into the almost empty room you wheel on him. You’re not sure what comes over you – maybe it’s the confusion of the kiss, or the alcohol, or the pent-up frustration from time spent with the students of Kings Dominion, but you find yourself letting loose on him.

“You have to stop throwing yourself at everyone in hopes of a fight!” You shout, frustration mounting with each word. “You have to stop playing the hero and seeking out every chance to right other people’s wrongs.”

“Yeah? And why is that?” He retorts, stupid smirk on his face despite the cold hard fury brewing in his dark eyes, spurred on by the alcohol and the adrenaline, and you turn around to stare at the wall and calm yourself. “No one else does anything to help those in need. Not even you, miss high-and-mighty.”

“Excuse me?” You wheel around, eyes narrowed and he laughs – the audacity – and takes a swig from the bottle.

“I’ve seen you, acting all protective and…” He gestures wildly towards you, then pauses and shakes his head. “But you never live up to any of it! All you do is act like you’re gonna help – and then guess what? You don’t, you get scared off, and people get bullied and tortured and their lives become living hells.”

You stand with your mouth open, unable to answer with the anger that clutches at your throat, and before you can even begin to say something he comes out with the final insult, designed to wound deeply.

“And I think that you just can’t stand the fact that I’ve come along and I… I actually stand up for people. That you can’t actually help anyone.

Marcus is smart, and cunning, and an incredible smart-ass. Recently, you’ve found incredible entertainment in his retorts towards the insults and harsh names slung at him, but now that you’re on the receiving end of his sharp (drunk) mouth, it’s not funny anymore.

You felt that one. The room is too loud, too bright, and you feel physically uncomfortable as you notice the party still raging around you and the insult burrowing deeper into you, spreading slowly like some kind of poison until all you feel is hurt. You shake your head, biting your lip, and shove past Marcus into the kitchen.

“Lover’s quarrel?” Brandy Lynn quips, the alcohol on her face still drying, and you manage a quick middle finger before you’ve thrown open the back door and made your way out into the cool night air. You take huge, deep breaths, willing the cold night air to make its way through your body and swallow you whole.

The creak of hinges alerts you of the door opening again, and you wheel around with a scathing insult ready to hurl at whoever’s come out here to taunt you, but you meet Lex’s concerned gaze instead.

“I caught the end of that nasty row.” He comments, coming to stand next to you, and you huff.

“I told you, I’m not in the mood for–” You start to argue, but he shushes you by pressing a clammy finger to your lips.

“Relax, darling.” He says, and you raise an eyebrow and look down at his finger, which he promptly removes. “I’m not going to start anything. Just… You shouldn’t feel bad. Marcus is sloshed. Pissed. On the lash.”

When Lex is met only by your confused expression, he sighs and rolls his eyes. “The man’s drunk, and he’s been wailing on the rest of the school all night. He doesn’t mean it.”

You roll your eyes, and Lex pats you once on the back before turning and heading inside to find something more interesting to do. You follow after a little, avoiding the living room where you’d spotted Marcus retreating to, and opting instead to hang around in the main hall.

You blink when Lex drops down from the staircase in a pink bra and panties over his clothes and – knowing this can only go south – push yourself off the wall and try to follow him as he waves around a giant pink dildo.

“En garde!” He harasses Brandy Lynn, stabbing her with the offending object a couple times before moving on to dunk it in Willie’s drink, making him get up and walk out.

“Lex, stop!” Shabnam calls, but Lex ignores him, and moves onto his next victim. “Lex, STOP!” Shabnam repeats, shoving Lex into the wall.

“Scoot off, you tit!” Lex shoves Shabnam back, turning to continue his assault, when Shabnam doubles down.

“I’ve read your file. Your dad’s not some tough gangster, you’re just this lowly fucking Rat who came from a dock worker!” Shabnam screams, and the room goes silent as Lex wheels around.

Oh no. You know how sensitive the subject of Lex’s dad is, and that this can’t go well.

“What did you say?” He almost whispers. “Don’t. You. Ever. Talk about my dad again, you yuppie piece of shit!” Lex punctuates his words with smacks of the dildo, hitting Shabnam over and over. “Take you mother’s dong! Eat your mother’s-“

Before he can land another blow, Saya has chopped the disturbing object in two and effectively ended the fight. Lex storms off, fuming, as Viktor (still nude) stands in the doorway and claps. “There is old KGB wisdom. Sometimes you are dildo, and sometimes you are face.

Before any of you can fully dig into that truly philosophical insight, someone runs past screaming, “COPS!”, and all hell breaks loose.

People run past, shoving you out of the way as they clamber for an escape route, and you finally gather your senses enough to follow them, sprinting out the front door and pushing through the crowd.

In the chaos, a singular point of stillness on the lawn catches your eye as you notice Marcus standing still, clutching his head. “Shit.” You mutter to yourself, making your way over to him as the crowds thin and the likelihood of getting caught increases.

“Marcus?” You start quietly, leaning close to him as he shakes his head. “Marcus, come on, we have to go.”

He still doesn’t move. You’re about to physically tug him when Willie appears behind you, grabbing Marcus’ shoulder. “That cop just recognized you.” He states, matter-of-factly, and you wonder just when Marcus got close to the FWO leader.

You put that thought at the back of your mind as the cop points towards the three of you. “Shit. Take him, I got this.” You say to Willie, ignoring Marcus’ confused look, and Willie nods and takes off running, dragging Marcus along.

The cop begins to follow them, obviously intent on following the wanted teenager, when you drop down and swing your leg, tripping him up. He makes a move to stand and goes for his gun when you grab the trash lid, slamming it on his head, and throwing it at the other police officer.

“Hey!” He screams, dodging, and you take off the in the opposite direction of Marcus, smiling when you hear his footsteps following you. After a block or so, you duck into an alley, scaling the chain link fence and clambering onto the rooftop.

When you peek down, you notice the officer glancing around for you, obviously bewildered, and you allow yourself to breathe.

No more parties. You tell yourself, making your way over the rooftops of San Francisco and heading back to Kings.

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The 2018 Joe Shuster Award Nominations

The nominations for the 2018 Joe Shuster Awards have been announced this week. Commonly nickednamed “The Shusters”, they are Canada’s national comic book awards that honours and raises the awareness of Canadians that create, self-publish and sell comic books, digital comics and graphic novels.

The award winners will be chosen by a jury vote to ensure every nominee is given adequate consideration.

The ceremony will take place at the Montreal Comic Con July 6-8, 2018 at the Palais des congrès, Montreal, QC.

And the nominees are:

Webcomics Creator / Créateur de Bandes Dessinées Web

BOUMERIES – BOUM

MENAGE A 3 – GISELE LAGACE, DAVID LUMSDON (adult content)

SUBNORMALITY – WINSTON ROWNTREE

BUN TOONS – TY TEMPLETON

STRANGEBEARD – KELLY TINDALL

TRUE PATRIOT PRESENTS #2-6 – VARIOUS

RAGMOP – ROB WALTON

Writer / Scénariste

ED BRISSON – IRON FIST 1-7, 73, BULLSEYE 1-3, CABLE 150, OLD MAN LOGAN 25-29 (MARVEL COMICS)

MEREDITH FINCH – ROSE 1-6 (IMAGE COMICS), CATWOMAN: ELECTION NIGHT 1(DC COMICS)

JEFF LEMIRE – DEATH OF X 3-4, EXTRAORDINARY X-MEN 16-20, IVX 1-6, MOON KNIGHT 8-14, OLD MAN LOGAN 13-24, THANOS 1-12 (MARVEL COMICS), BLOODSHOT REBORN 0, BLOODSHOT SALVATION 1-4, BLOODSHOT USA 4(VALIANT COMICS), BLACK HAMMER 7-13, GIANT-SIZED ANNUAL 1, SHERLOCK FRANKENSTEIN AND THE LEGION OF EVIL 1-3 (DARK HORSE COMICS), DESCENDER 18-25 (IMAGE COMICS), HAWKMAN FOUND 1 (DC COMICS)

CHIP ZDARSKY – DR. STRANGE 1.MU, PETER PARKER – THE SPECTACULAR SPIDER-MAN 1-5, STAR-LORD 1-6, ANNUAL 1 (MARVEL COMICS) HARLEY QUINN 25TH ANNIVERSARY SPECIAL (DC COMICS)

JIM ZUB – AVENGERS 1.MU, SECRET EMPIRE UNITED 1, THUNDERBOLTS 7-12, UNCANNY AVENGERS 25-28, ZOMBIES ASSEMBLE 1-3, 0, ZOMBIES ASSEMBLE 2 1-2 (w/Yusako Komiyama) (MARVEL COMICS), GLITTERBOMB: THE FAME GAME 1-4, WAYWARD 21-25 (IMAGE COMICS), DUNGEONS & DRAGONS: FROST GIANT’S FURY 3-5 (IDW) FREELANCE 1-4 (w/Andrew Wheeler) (CHAPTERHOUSE)

Cover Artist / Dessinateur Couvertures

MICHAEL CHO – DC Comics, Marvel Comics

MIKE DEL MUNDO – Marvel Comics

DALE KEOWN – Marvel Comics, DC Comics

MIKAEL – Dargaud

DJIBRIL MORISSETTE-PHAN – Chapterhouse, Image Comics

JULIE ROCHELEAU – Casterman

FIONA STAPLES – Image Comics

Artist / Dessinateur

MIKE DEL MUNDO – THE AVENGERS 1-6, 9-11, MIGHTY THOR 700 (MARVEL COMICS)

DAVID FINCH – BATMAN 16-20, 24 (DC COMICS)

STUART IMMONEN – AMAZING SPIDER-MAN 25-31, 789, MARVEL LEGACY 1 (MARVEL COMICS), EMPRESS 7 (ICON/MARVEL COMICS)

RAMON PEREZ – JANE (ARCHAIA), NOVA 1-5, 7, GENERATIONS: MILES MORALES SPIDER-MAN, PETER PARKER SPIDER-MAN 1 (MARVEL COMICS)

JULIE ROCHELEAU – BETTY BOOB (CASTERMAN)

FIONA STAPLES – SAGA 42-48 (IMAGE COMICS)

Cartoonist / Auteur

MICHEL FALARDEAU – L’ESPRIT DU CAMP (STUDIO LOUNAK)

RON KASMAN – THE TOWER OF COMIC BOOK FREAKS (CALIBER COMICS)

JEFF LEMIRE – ROUGHNECK (GALLERY 13), ROYAL CITY 1-8 (IMAGE COMICS)

LORNA MAPA – DURAN DURAN, IMELDA MARCOS AND ME (CONUNDRUM PRESS)

JOE OLLMANN – THE ABOMINABLE MR. SEABROOK (DRAWN+QUARTERLY)

STEVE SKROCE – MAESTROS 1-3 (IMAGE COMICS)

JILLIAN TAMAKI – BOUNDLESS (DRAWN+QUARTERLY)

FRANCOIS VIGNEAULT – TITAN (POW POW)

ANNE VILLENEUVE – UNE LONGUE CANICULE (MECANIQUE GENERALE)

Gene Day Award (Self-Publishers) / Prix Gene Day (Auto-éditeurs)

Named after the late Howard Eugene Day (1951-1982), this award honours Canadian comic book creators or creative teams who self-published their work but did not have the books distributed by a third party such as Diamond Comic Distributors, Inc. The nominees were selected from individual publications submitted for review before the deadline of May 13th, 2017.

This year the award will be split into two categories:

Single Creator/Creative Team:

GLADIASAURS, BEAVER DAMN 1 – A. SHAY HAHN (C)

FEAST OF FIELDS – MOR: PART 1 – SEAN KAREMAKER (C)

DEAD CHARLIE T.3: LES AMAZONES DE VENUS – THIERRY LABROSSE (C)

WHERE IS ZORG?, WRESTLEMON – JEFF MARTIN (C)

HEROES OF HOMEROOM C – ANTHONY RUTTGAIZER (W) w/ Carlos Granda (A)

FIR VALLEY – JASON TURNER (C)

MARIE AND THE WORRYWART, MAGICAL BEATDOWN VOL.2 – JENN WOODALL (C)

(C)=Cartoonist, (A)=Artist, (W)=Writer

Anthology Format:

HOGTOWN HORROR – BOOK DESIGN AND LAYOUT BY TIM LAI (HOGTOWN COMICS)

MOONSHOT: THE INDIGENOUS COMICS COLLECTION VOL. 2 – EDITED BY HOPE NICHOLSON (AH COMICS)

RAID.ONE – EDITED BY ROB COUGHLER AND RAMON PEREZ (RAID STUDIO)

READ MORE COMICS 3 – DAVID CRAIG, JAMES SPENCER AND ROBB MIRSKY (READMORECOMIX.COM)

YONGE AT HEART – EDITED BY STEVE ANDREWS, AARON FELDMAN, ALLISON O’TOOLE (TORONTO COMICS)

Harry Kremer Award (Retailers) / Prix Harry Kremer (Détaillants)

Named after the Harry Kremer, the original owner of Now & Then Books (in Kitchener, Ontario). The CCBCAA maintains a list of active comic book stores across the country and a database of recommendations, referrals and secret shopper reports.

ALPHA COMICS – CALGARY, ALBERTA

COMIC READERS – REGINA, SASKATCHEWAN

DOWNTOWN COMICS – ST. JOHN’S, NEWFOUNDLAND

GOTHAM CENTRAL – MISSISSAUGA, ONTARIO

LIBRAIRIE Z – MONTREAL, QUEBEC

TAZMANIAN COMICS – VANCOUVER, BRITISH COLUMBIA

TITAN GAMING AND COLLECTIBLES – WHITEHORSE, YUKON

The Dragon Award (Comics for Kids) / Le Prix Dragon (Bandes Dessinées pour Enfants)

This award recognizes the works which capture the attention and fascination of young readers, and help to create a passion for life-long reading. Works considered for this award are comic books and graphic novels by Canadian creators that are targeted at readers 14 and under. Nominees for this award are selected by a team of educators led by Jennifer Haines, MA, B.Ed., who is also the proprietor of Guelph, Ontario’s The Dragon comic book shop.

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The T.M. Maple Award will go to someone (living or deceased) selected from the Canadian comics community for achievements made outside of the creative and retail categories who have had a positive impact on the community.

2018 Recipient: MARK ASKWITH (1956-)

Producer, writer, interviewer (and sometime-publisher/editor), and a familiar name in the fields of science fiction and comics.

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SID BARRON (1917-2006)

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About The Joe Shuster Awards

Established in 2004, The Joe Shuster Awards are Canada’s national award recognizing outstanding achievement in the creation of comic books, graphic novels and webcomics. The awards are named after pioneering Toronto-born artist Joe Shuster who, along with writer Jerry Siegel, created the iconic super-powered hero, Superman. The name is used with the approval of the Estate of Joe Shuster – Michael Catron, Estate Agent.

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For the week of 14 May 2018

Quick Bits:

A Walk Through Hell #1 is largely atmosphere and introduction, as we’re dropped into the lives of a couple of FBI agents, a strange mass shooting at a mall, and the subsequent disappearance of two of their colleagues in a warehouse. Garth Ennis giving us some straight up horror again is very welcome and the tease of what occurs with an entire SWAT unit is enticing for what’s to come. Also, the art from Goran Sudžuka and Ive Svorcina is perfect.

| Published by AfterShock

All-New Wolverine #35 brings the series to an end. Over the thirty-five issues, plus an annual and a Generations special, Tom Taylor has delivered one of the most consistently excellent series from Marvel in recent years. The stories have been entertaining, the characters interesting, and contained a nice mix of action, humour, and a real sense of family between Laura, Gabby, and the real wolverine, Jonathan. It’s sad to see it end. But at least it goes out on a high note. This final chapter of “Old Woman Laura”, with wonderful art from Ramon Rosanas and Nolan Woodard, has encapsulated a large part of the fun of this series.

| Published by Marvel

Avengers #2 continues the over the top bombast and destruction of the first issue, actually raising it a bit higher as Ed McGuinness, Mark Morales, Jay Leisten, and David Curiel break out even more action. There is a bit of confusion in regards to Jennifer Walters’ current state, apparently she’s a dumb Hulk again, is built like her angry grey version, but green. It’s like she’s regressed, but there’s no explanation here. Other than that, Jason Aaron progresses the arrival of the Final Host nicely, with an interesting narration from one of the reasons why the Avengers originally came together in the first place.

| Published by Marvel

Avengers: Back to Basics #6 concludes this digital original series. It’s been fun. Peter David’s story has been highly entertaining, with two-issue sub-stories fitting into one over-arcing story involving Ms. Marvel. These past two issues dealing with that mostly head on as Kamala’s dealt with Kang. Also, the art has been great. The first two issues and these last two issues have had the art chores handles by Brian Level and Jordan Boyd, with some very nice page layouts and interesting decisions for panel composition.

| Published by Marvel

Ben Reilly: The Scarlet Spider #18 has some really nice art from André Lima Araújo. I love his style, basically a mix between someone like Martín Morazzo and Katsuhiro Otomo.

| Published by Marvel

Bloodshot Salvation #9 has Ray Fawkes join in on the writing duties for an excellent standalone story detailing the origin of Bloodhound deep in the trench warfare of World War I. Along with Renato Guedes wonderful art, this is a good story even if you’re not regularly a reader.

| Published by Valiant

Cable #157 continues to play with Cable’s history, past and future, as Nate Grey and a group of alterNates from various timelines are brought together at the end of time to face Metus. It’s interesting how Lonnie Nadler and Zac Thompson are mining Cable’s continuity, while still building new encounters and characters to fill in some of the holes.

| Published by Marvel

Cold War #4 peels back the curtain just a little bit, to give more hints as to what’s going on truly with the war and its pieces. We get some more insight into LQ, as well as mainly following Sath and Tikk this issue, bringing about some interesting control issues for Vinh. Christopher Sebela and Hayden Sherman have some interesting characters here and the overall future plot just more interesting.

| Published by AfterShock

Crude #1 jumps headfirst into the seedy, unsavoury, and harsh life of working in Blackstone. Interesting to see the rival “gangs” vying for control over the land and the people, as well as giving an insight into what it might have been like for Kiril here before his death. Gerry Brown’s artwork is perfect for this, dark, gritty, and feeling like the characters have walked for ages through mud and worse.

| Published by Image / Skybound

Daredevil #602 gives a good argument for why Mike Henderson is one of the best artists at Marvel right now. He’s great with action and talking pieces, making the various moments of horror, heroism, and humour in Charles Soule’s script shine.

| Published by Marvel

The Dead Hand #2...hoo boy, damn this is a good comic. Kyle Higgins, Stephen Mooney, and Jordie Bellaire are producing a taut thriller and mystery, tapping into Cold War era paranoia and espionage epics and creating something amazing here. The characters are great, fitting perfectly into the spy mould, but the revelations each issue as to what’s going on raise the stakes and storytelling to a higher bar. Also, the art is incredible. This is some great stuff.

| Published by Image

Death of Love #4 gives us a pretty epic confrontation between Philo & Friends and the army of Cupidae. There’s some humour as they work out who the players were in the first issue and set up for the final conclusion next issue. The art from Donal DeLay and Omar Estévez really shines this issue.

| Published by Image

Dry County #3 comes up with some interesting avenues for investigation as Lou continues to try to find out what happened to Janet. Rich Tommaso is mining the trappings of Miami Noir so perfectly, but what I absolutely love is how he’s incorporated even the comic strip into the narrative. It’s not just work, it’s also another tool in Lou’s arsenal as an amateur detective. Brilliant storytelling.

| Published by Image

Ether: The Copper Golems #1 is a very welcome return to the world of Ether from Matt Kindt and David Rubín. I’ve said before that Rubín’s art deserves many accolades and the original Ether series was one of the many reasons why, but one of the first in the North American market. It’s just wonderful. A mix of whimsy and detail, with amazing character designs and interesting page layouts, I just love the art. It also helps that Kindt more than pulls his own weight, adding more interesting wrinkles to Boone Dias’ personal life on Earth that makes his departures into the fantasy realm deeper. Also, there’s something sad and somewhat sinister when someone introduces themselves as “Lost”.

| Published by Dark Horse

Flavor #1 is a fascinating creature. It reminds me a bit of the beginning of Joe Keatinge’s other fantasy series, Shutter, somewhat in tone, with beautiful bright art from Wook Jin Clark and Tamra Bonvillain, but also that there seems to be a lot more going on than just what we see at first. That undercurrent has me hooked, but the surface is also rather captivating. Xoo and her dog, Buster, are endearing and the world of fantastical culinary chefs is something different for comics (Moonstruck and Brave Chef Brianna notwithstanding).

| Published by Image

Gideon Falls #3 is another issue full of oblique messages and hints at something insidious as Jeff Lemire, Andrea Sorrentino, and Dave Stewart continue to play the long game when it comes to the horror that’s lurking in Gideon Falls. So far it’s all about atmosphere and building up the characters, with some interesting bits of how Norton’s paranoia and obsessive compulsiveness can bring out some dangerous behaviour, regardless of whether or not he’s actually right.

| Published by Image

Hunt for Wolverine: The Claws of the Killer #1 is the third limited series, this one following Lady Deathstrike, Sabretooth, and Daken. This one also makes me question some of the status quo of the characters, what with Sabretooth acting more villainous (although there has been a darker turn in Weapon X of late) and Daken’s characterization currently being all over the map between this, Iceman, and X-Men Blue, but taken at face value, this story from Mariko Tamaki is one of the ones that makes the most amount of sense, and looks like it’s going to have an interesting plot on top of just the hunt for Wolverine angle. The art from Butch Guice, Cam Smith, and Dan Brown is really nice. It’s a bit scratchier than I’ve come to expect from Guice, but it suits the darker subject matter.

| Published by Marvel

Infidel #3 keeps the hits coming as Leslie’s dead, Kris is hurt but stable, and Aisha is randomly unconscious. Pornsak Pichetshote plays up the racist angle outright here, with Aisha’s friends and neighbours addressing it outright, and it looks like the anger, hate, fear, and division are feeding whatever’s going on. Plus, a notebook full of Goetic sigils and other stuff. Aaron Campbell and José Villarrubia again nail the creepy atmosphere.

| Published by Image

Infinity 8 #3 marks the end of the first part of this series and the first recursion loop. Dominique Bertail’s art is stunning, the designs for the different Kornaliens and all of the dead creatures throughout the necropolis are amazing. It’s also interesting in Lewis Trondheim and Zep’s story how the mystery is going to progress as time resets and the crew tries to learn what’s going on.

| Published by Lion Forge / Magnetic Collection

Infinity Countdown: Daredevil #1 is a one-shot detailing how the mind stone came into Turk Barrett’s possession. It’s the kind of fluffy thing that would usually be a couple of panels or a throwaway line in the main series of a crossover, but it’s not bad on its own. I kind of get the impression that all of Infinity Countdown will be better read as a whole, even if the event is just a primer for the forthcoming Infinity Wars. At the moments, it’s just a lot of little disparate pieces. Nice art, though.

| Published by Marvel

James Bond: The Body #5 is another great issue, working as both its own discrete story, with great art from Hayden Sherman and Valentina Pinto, and as part of the broader whole story that Aleš Kot has been serving up in this series. The approach of analyzing Bond from within, piece by piece, has been highly entertaining.

| Published by Dynamite

Kick-Ass #4 is a fairly explosive instalment of the series, with Patience essentially running into a brick wall and finally beginning to assess the ramifications of some of her actions. Still not the moral implications, but certainly the toll that her life of crime would have on her family.

| Published by Image

Lucy Dreaming #3 continues to be a fun read, as we find out a bit more about the world than Lucy dreams herself into and the science project that allows her and her friend Welsey access it. All while delivering a humorous take on the Buffy the Vampire Slayer. Max Bemis and Michael Dialynas are delivering something very imaginative with this series.

| Published by BOOM! Studios

The Mighty Thor: At the Gates of Valhalla #1 is a one shot that acts as a bridge between the latest volume with Jane Foster and the upcoming new series starring the original Thor Odinson. It features two somewhat connected stories by Jason Aaron, the first with art by Jen Bartel spotlighting the Goddesses of Thunder, Thor’s granddaughters from the future who were introduced early on in Aaron’s run, and a second illustrated by Ramón Pérez following Malekith’s plans for the War of the Realms, both nimbly coloured by Matthew Wilson.

| Published by Marvel

Ninja-K #7 puts together a kind of Unity 2.0 in order to put down the Coalition in Mexico. I love that Christos Gage is playing with the wider Valiant universe for this arc. Often times the stories from Valiant stand on their own save for crossover periods these day, and, while that’s certainly a strength, it’s nice to see that shared universe utilized in entertaining ways. Especially when it means more Doctor Mirage and Punk Mambo. Also the art from Juan José Ryp and Jordie Bellaire is amazing.

| Published by Valiant

The Punisher #224 brings Frank back stateside for the beginning of one hell of a reckoning in the wake of him donning the War Machine armour and the ramifications from Secret Empire. It does seem a bit hypocritical coming from the hands of Captain Marvel, though. There still really hasn’t been any concrete fallout on her own actions from Civil War II, which is somewhat disappointing. Still, Matthew Rosenberg gives us a good story here as Frank cuts an even more brutal swath through Marvel’s rogues gallery.

| Published by Marvel

Quicksilver: No Surrender #1 continues on from Quicksilver’s sacrifice run in the Avengers’ “No Surrender” arc with Pietro finding himself unstuck in time. Saladin Ahmed pens an intriguing script, but the real highlight here is Eric Nguyen and Rico Renzi’s art. Particularly Renzi’s colours. The stark contrast between Pietro, the colours of the energy demon thing(s), and the world devoid of colour is an impressive choice. It really makes the story come alive and hammers home the strangeness of the situation.

| Published by Marvel

Summit #5 begins the second arc with Federico Dallocchio taking over the art duties, while Amy Chu pens a story that more properly sets up Val’s current status quo and supporting cast at MIT. It’s an interesting approach, an astronaut celebrity professor superhero, and an decent set up.

| Published by Lion Forge / Catalyst Prime

Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles #82 has more excellent art from Dave Wachter and Ronda Pattison. The story also gets a bit more interesting as the various factions in New York begin to move on plans for something more, even as Baxter Stockman betrays what happened to the Triceratons. Kevin Eastman, Bobby Curnow, and Tom Waltz also expand upon the Rat King, Toad Baron, and their family of immortals in interesting ways.

| Published by IDW

TMNT Universe #22 concludes the two-part story from Paul Allor, Mark Torres, and Ronda Pattison that puts the Utroms and Triceratons on a hard road to peace. It’s a good set-up, despite a foundation on lies, that makes me interested to see what happens next in this tenuous situation. There’s also a nice character piece back-up from Ross May, Chris Johnson, and Mark Englert with Leatherhead and his interpretation of freedom.

| Published by IDW

Usagi Yojimbo: The Hidden #3 has Usagi and Inspector Ishida inch closer to the truth as they continue to hunt the murderers of the two unknown ronin.

| Published by Dark Horse

Weapon H #3 is still much, much better than I ever would have expected a book about a Wolverine/Hulk mash-up character would be. Greg Pak, Cory Smith, Morry Hollowell, and Rachelle Rosenberg are doing an impeccable job here, as the over-the-top action continues with Clay facing an squad of Broodlings under the control of Roxxon, while his wife continues to investigate his “death”. There’s a kind of old school sensibility about this series and it’s being utilized to great effect.

| Published by Marvel

X-Men: The Wedding Special #1 gives us a trio of tales in advance of the wedding of Kitty Pryde and Colossus, including a retrospective of Kitty’s history, and one each for the bachelor and bachelorette parties. The retrospective is about what you’d expect from Chris Claremont, wordy and with a penchant to highlight some bits of his time with the character. Honestly, it’s good to see, with some nice art from Todd Nauck and Rachelle Rosenberg.

| Published by Marvel

X-Men Red #4 gives us a revelation of part of Cassandra Nova’s plan, weaponizing hate through a new form of nanite sentinel. Mahmud Asrar and Rain Beredo outdo themselves with depicting an impressive confrontation with Storm.

| Published by Marvel

Other Highlights: The Archies #7, Assassinistas #5, The Ballad of Sang #3, Barrier #3, Captain America #702, Cinema Purgatorio #14, Curse Words #14, Encounter #3, Jimmy’s Bastards #8, Mighty Morphin Power Rangers #27, Moonshine #10, The Originals: Essential Edition, Persephone, Riverdale #12, Ruin of Thieves #1, Star Trek: The Next Generation - Through the Mirror #3, Star Wars: Poe Dameron #27, The Wicked + The Divine #36, You Are Deadpool #3

Recommended Collections: The Ballad of Halo Jones - Colour Edition, Black Magick - Volume 2: Awakenings II, Black Science: Premiere Hardcover - Volume 1: Remastered Edition, Evolution - Volume 1, Hulk: Return to Planet Hulk, Infinite Loop - Volume 2, Mage - Volume 4: The Hero Defined - Book 2, Moon Knight - Volume 1: Crazy Runs in the Family, Paradiso - Volume 1: Essential Singularity, Rick & Morty - Volume 7, Star Wars: Poe Dameron - Volume 4: Legend Found, Summit - Volume 1, Turok - Volume 1, The Unsound

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gokinjeespot · 6 years

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off the rack #1223

Monday, July 30, 2018

Many comings and goings here recently. I had a visit with a friend from Victoria, BC over the weekend. Treated him to a fishing trip and he had a blast. My niece is moving to Bahrain tomorrow after being home from Japan for 8 months. I will miss her but we will keep in touch via social media. Penny is off on a road trip today to visit family up north and friends in Huntsville and Barrie, Ontario. She'll be back in time to welcome dear friends from Calgary, Alberta arriving next weekend while they are here visiting family. I'm not going anywhere soon but that's the way this homebody likes it.

Detective Comics #985 - Bryan Hill (writer) Philippe Briones (art) Adriano Lucas (colours) Sal Cipriano (letters). I like the short and sweet origin story for this new super villain Karma. We find out why he's terrorizing Gotham City and what his demands are. This is a really good challenge for Batman and his allies.

Moon Knight #197 - Max Bemis (writer) Jacen Burrows (pencils) Guillermo Ortego (inks) Matt Milla (colours) VC's Cory Petit (letters). It's a sit down dinner with a select group of extreme sadists. I question the "Teen+" rating for this issue. It definitely should have been rated "Parental Advisory". I mean, even I got a little queasy reading each guest's story. I kept waiting for the host to announce that they were going to kill someone for the main course. Yuck.

Infinity Wars Prime - Gerry Duggan (writer) Mike Deodato Jr. (art) Frank Martin (colours) VC's Cory Petit (letters). This story starts off promising enough with Loki in a library reading old stories about himself. This leads to Loki going to the Quarry of Creation to find some missing parts to one of his stories. I felt like I was missing a lot as I continued to read since I did not follow the Infinity Countdown and related tie-in books. I was left wondering what the fork was going on when Adam Warlock pays a visit to Doctor Strange. By the time the inevitable super villain was introduced I was feeling so lost that I decided to skip this war altogether. Other readers may be intrigued enough with the mysterious character with the infinity goggles to want to see what happens to the stones. I was completely shocked by the one death in this issue though.

Justice League Dark #1 - James Tynion IV (writer) Alvaro Martinez Bueno (pencils) Raul Fernandez (inks) Brad Anderson (colours) Rob Leigh (letters). When Peter Milligan (writer) first introduced this team to the racks in 2011 I did read some of their adventures but I stopped before that run came to an end in 2015. I guess the team was disbanded but now there's a threat to magic in the DCU and all the mystical members have to join together to survive. This time they will be lead by Wonder Woman. Zatanna and Swampthing are front and center in this issue but there are plenty of other magic users waiting in the wings. I like the new Man-Bat but I'm not a fan of Zee's braid.

Saga #54 - Fiona Staples (art) Brian K. Vaughn (writer) Fonografiks (letters). Many shocks this issue, the least of which is the announcement that Saga in going on a year long hiatus. Brian Michael Bendis (writer) walking away from Miles Morales bummed me out and this news also makes me sad. Having Hazel narrate this stunning issue prepares me for the major changes coming when this title hits the racks again next summer. I hope the creative team enjoys their much deserved break and look forward to the continuation of Hazel's story.

Mr. & Mrs. X #1 - Kelly Thompson (writer) Oscar Bazaldua (art) Frank D'Armata (colours) VC's Joe Sabino (letters). Love & Marriage part 1. I did not read the heavily hyped wedding issue where Kitty and Piotr followed in the footsteps of Batman and Catwoman so I don't know why they didn't tie the knot. Somewhere in there though Rogue and Gambit decided to take their on and off relationship and really get it on Marvin Gaye style. So we are gathered here to witness the wedding and part of the honeymoon until they are called to duty and have to retrieve something out in space. I like that Kelly toned down the southern drawl for Rogue and the Cajun inflections for Gambit so that their dialogue didn't get too annoying in my head. I loved the art and wish that Storm would wear her hair like that all the time. Very stylish and classy. Good job Oscar. Remy and Anna Marie make a cute couple and a surprise appearance on the last page will make for a fun threesome.

Silencer #7 - Dan Abnett (writer) Viktor Bogdanovic (pencils) Viktor Bogdanovic & Jonathan Glapion (inks) Mike Spicer (colours) Tom Napolitano (letters). Honor's mission to make sure Talia al Ghul stays dead takes her and her family into the friendly skies. Unbeknownst to her Cradle and Grave are on the same flight. I like how the inevitable fight shows off what her super suit can do. I know she won't be successful in killing Talia for good and gone but it will be fun to see her try.

Doomsday Clock #6 - Geoff Johns (writer) Gary Frank (art) Brad Anderson (colours) Rob Leigh (letters). We're at the halfway mark and this is my favourite issue yet. It's an all villains issue. I like how the Marionette and the Mime's origin story is woven in. This mature version of the Joker is much more interesting and I can't wait to find out what he does with the incapacitated Batman.

Multiple Man #2 - Matthew Rosenberg (writer) Andy MacDonald (art) Tamra Bonvillain (colours) VC's Travis Lanham (letters). This story is confusing enough with the time travelling but adding in the many Jamie Madroxes makes it even more confusing. I was almost willing to continue reading more issues when someone who knows stuff showed up but she was only there for a cameo. Layla was my favourite X-Factor member.

Action Comics #1001 - Brian Michael Bendis (writer) Patrick Gleason (art) Alejandro Sanchez (colours) Josh Reed (letters). One of my favourite things about Brian's writing is his nice flowing dialogue and there's plenty of it in this issue. We find out who is setting fires all over Metropolis as a new super villain is introduced. Her name is Red Cloud and she is as fatal as a sarin gas attack.

Amazing Spider-Man #2/LGY #803 - Nick Spencer (writer) Ryan Ottley (pencils) Cliff Rathburn (inks) Laura Martin (colours) VC's Joe Caramagna (letters). Back to Basics part 2. Boy, talk about getting back to basics. We start off with a little fight with Man Mountain Marco and the Ringer and then another fight with the Black Ant and Taskmaster. Gee, Stan the Man and Steve Ditko used to do this sort of stuff every issue too. What is really tickling my fancy are the changes going on in Peter Parker's life. For one thing Stan and Steve never showed Peter and Mary Jane waking up in bed together. Then there's the surprise on the last page. Who is that masked man?

Marvel 2-In-One #8/LGY #108 - Chip Zdarsky (writer) Ramon K. Perez (art) Frederico Blee (colours) VC's Joe Caramagna (letters). Ben and Johnny are powerless now and stranded in a universe where Spider-Man is a despot. It's very dramatic when Johnny finds out that Ben didn't tell him that Reed, Sue and the kids are dead. I don't believe that for a second. Who's going to be in the new Fantastic Four comic book if that's true? Chip is doing an excellent job writing this.

X-23 #2 - Mariko Tamaki (writer) Juann Cabal (art) Nolan Woodard (colours) VC's Cory Petit (letters). The Stepford Cuckoos suffer a death in the family and they go cuckoo for real. This leads to Gabby being captured and Laura needing to come to the rescue. This book gets my highest recommendation.

The Sentry #2 - Jeff Lemire (writer) Kim Jacinto & Joshua Cassara (art) Rain Beredo (colours) VC's Travis Lanham (letters). I was not prepared to like this as much as I do now. Jeff has made this character a lot more interesting with the crazy situations and supporting cast. This book and Moon Knight are weirdly psychological.

Wakanda Forever: X-Men #1 - Nnedi Okorafor (writer) Ray Anthony-Height & Alberto Alburquerque (pencils) Ray Anthony-Height, Ray Anthony-Height, Juan Vlasco & Keith Champagne (inks) Erick Arciniega (colours) VC's Joe Sabino (letters). It's Storm, Rogue and Nightcrawler's turn to team up with the Dora Milaje to fight Malice and her doomsday weapon Mimic-27. So just three X-Men then. Colossus isn't in this like he is on the cover. This issue leaves Mimic-27 more powerful than ever so we'll see what the Avengers can do when Wakanda Forever: Avengers #1 hits the racks August 22. I'm going to guess that T'Challa is going to set the lovestruck Malice straight and Mimic-27 will be blowed up real good with the help of, oh I don't know, Captain America and maybe She-Hulk.

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moonlighttheravenqueen · 4 years

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All I need this christmas/ Chuck steinberg x reader

(Cute) Chuck x Reader request, where reader is spending Christmas time with her boyfriend Chuck, his sister Ruth and his friends Stella, Ramon and Auggie, because Y/n's parents are neglecting her and she is sad, so Chuck wants to make her happy, so he dresses up like Santa Claus (and he convinces Auggie and Ramon to dress up like him), and when Y/n is baking cookies with Ruth and Stella, boys are visiting them as three Santas, and it ends with watching Christmas movies, kissing and cuddling?

@venomsymbioteandparasite this is good! And so so sooooo sorry this took forever!

Chuck told me that he had really big early Christmas gift for me and that I should come over. I'll be happy spending it with my boyfriend other than my family who doesn't even care if I leave this house and don't come back, sure it hurt but now I'm just used to it. I walked to my parents bedroom,

"Mom, dad, I'm gonna be a Chuck's house." I said threw the door. They didn't even answer, I grabbed my bag and put stuff in it and started to walk to chuck's house crying.

Chuck's POV

"Chuck, do we both need to be santa? I look ridiculous!" Auggie said falling over his pants, "I'm with auggie on this one, this beard is itchy." Ramon added,

"Yes we have too! Y/N is gonna love so go back home and I'll tell you guys when, so Y/N will have the best Christmas ever!" I said putting my outfit in my bag and told auggie and ramon bye.

Y/N's POV

I made it to chuck's house, I wiped my tears away before knocking on the door,

"She's here!!" Chuck said very excited, he opened the door and immediately saw how red my eyes are, "Baby come here." He pulled me into his arms. "You know you can always stay with me, my family loves you and wouldn't mind letting you stay for christmas." He kissed my cheek, "I would love that." I said trying smiling a little bit. Chuck pulled me inside and I took off my jacket,

"So remember how I said I had a big early Christmas gift for you?"

"Yeah?"

"Well I'm gonna go get it now so will you be okay by yourself for a few minutes?"

"Yes chuck I'll-"

"Great! I'll be back, love ya!" He kissed me and ran out the door before I could finish what I was saying but that's chuck for you.

I was watching TV when I heard something for the kitchen, "Surprise!!!" It was Stella and ruth, "You guys!" I hugged them. "Let's bake some cookies!" Stella said passing a cookie sheet and ruth started shaping the gingerbread men, "You guys are making my christmas a lot better."

"Of course! Everyone deserves to be happy on christmas, especially you Y/N." Ruth said putting flower on my nose, it made stella laughed.

After cooking the cookies we were covered in flower. We changed clothes but when we came downstairs I thought about chuck, "When do you guys think he'll be back?" I asked, "I'm sure chuck will be back any minute now!" Stella said, but after she said that I started hearing sleigh bells outside.

"Uh? Is that outside?" They looked me more confused then I was, I opened the door to the most cutest and beautiful thing,

"Ho ho ho! Merry Christmas Y/N!" Chuck said trying so hard sound like santa it was adorable! Ramon and auggie came out holding up signs saying "I love you Y/N!"

"Thank you!" I jumped in chuck's arms, he gave me a box and I opened it. It was the picture chuck took of us on our first date in a beautiful frame. "This is everything I could have wish for." I kissed him and hugged auggie and ramon.

We watched how the grinch stole christmas and ate the cookies me and stella and ruth made, "Thank you again chuck, this really is the best christmas present ever." I said just before he kissed me passionately, I felt like I was on clouds, "Alright love birds." Ruth said making chuck blush and make me laugh. This is everything I need for christmas.

#scary stories to tell in the dark x reader #scary stories to tell in the dark imagine #stella nicholls #ramon morales #auggie hilderbrandt #chuck steinberg #chuck steinberg x reader #chuck steinberg imagine #christmas #scary stories to tell in the dark

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ssttitdramon · 4 years

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Paper Pinwheels

Ramón Morales x Reader

Requested by @liberal-astronaut :I would like to ask for a ramon x reader story! I loved the interactions of reader and him in "something's got you", maybe something like that but with another story?

-Wanna send in a request? Check out the rules-

Word Count: 1,926

Note: Many apologies for literally taking two months to come out with this one! I struggled with this and made so many drafts out of it- it was ridiculous. I originally wanted to write this as a regional gothic post, but that flopped so now it’s just a fic with the eerie elements of your typical gothic post, ack.

You have been driving through the large patch of woods for hours now and nearly miss the exit for the only town that was around for miles. The town’s sign is partially covered by thick vines, making Ramón stop so that you can properly read the old sign: Owen’s Coast.

Something about it feels like a warning and you want to continue driving. Glancing at Ramón’s head on the wheel, you check the map again and spot the unmarked tiny black dot on the paper.

“This place doesn’t even have a name on the map.” you nudge his shoulder and show him.

“It’s probably just a small town, we need to stop for gas anyway.”

You give him a concerned look, ready to argue, but his tired eyes quickly change your mind. You sigh and begin to fold the map, “Alright then.”

Taking the exit, you notice the fog grow thick the more you drive into the slim road, prompting Ramón to slow down. Soon, the trees to your right disappear and a field of dry grass pops up, allowing you to barely see the beach below. In the distance, the tall cross above a small church pops up from underneath the fog, leaving the rest of Owen’s Coast a mystery to you.

Passing the church, you notice a pack of kids running around in a playground. Through the cracked window, you hear three boys yell, “She’s got it! She’s got it!” as they all run from a giggling red faced girl. Somehow, as the whole swarm dodges and bumps into one another, everyone manages to avoid knocking over the standstill orange paper pinwheels sticking up from the wood chips. Not a single pinwheel is disturbed.

Three little girls run to the sidewalk when they notice you two and wave hello, your first greeting into the sleepy town.

“Think if we invited those kids to the water, they’d go?” Ramón asks, awkwardly waving back.

“It’s chilly, we would probably get them all in trouble.”

Ramón pulls into the gas station and the two of you hop out. As you stretch your legs, the three girls from the playground approach the car, already asking a million questions.

“Where ya from?”

“Is he your boyfriend? He’s pretty, what’s his name?”

“Can you play with us?”

“How old are you?”

“Can you guess what kind of rabbit we found?”

As you tried answering their questions, the smallest girl of the three tugs on Ramón’s sleeve and hands him one of the playground pinwheels, “Here, you can keep this. It’s for good luck, so you won’t get lost.”

He takes it and thanks her, “So this is so I won’t get lost?”

The two other girls nod, “It’s easy to get lost in the fog.”

“At least that’s what they say-”

“Yeah, that or it’ll show you things.”

“You can find anything.”

“Right! Like that rabbit this morning!”

You ask for the girl’s names and they introduce themselves from youngest to oldest: Annie, Olivia and Sammy. Before the girls ask more questions, the squeaky door to the station opens and the girls run off at the sight of the owner, a stone-faced old man with a wooden cane.

Surprisingly, the old man lets out a laugh from under his bushy mustache and shakes his head, “Curious girls, eh?”

“Are all of them from here?” Ramón nods at the playground.

The owner glances at the playground and squints, “Ah, most of em’ are from the orphanage down the street. Think there’s about twenty of ‘em, but I stopped trying to keep track a long time ago.” he chuckles.

You look, there’s definitely more than 20 kids running around. About ten boys have broken off from the group’s game to play with a soccer ball behind an old swing set. Six girls have also quit the game and begin to walk down the middle of the street, loudly chattering about catching a new show on the tv tonight. Trailing behind them is Annie, who seems to be more preoccupied on the structure of two paper pinwheels than the group’s conversation.

Annie stops as she struggles with the loose center of one of the orange pieces and huffs loudly. Looking up in desperation, the small girl sees you leaning against the car and waves you over in excitement.

Turning to Ramón, you see him already deep in conversation with the old man about fishing boats and whatnot. You walk over to Annie, “Wanna go to the boardwalk with me?” she asks, her small hands still fidgeting with the pinwheels.

“Well, the beach looks pretty foggy today. I don’t wanna get lost or get you in trouble.”

Annie hands you one of the pinwheels, “It’s okay, I know the beach and if we keep these with us, we’ll be okay.” she smiles.

You smile and accept the pinwheel, “Alright, ten minutes, yeah?”

Annie nods and begins to walk towards the beach. Passing Ramón and the old man still in conversation, you quickly wave at him and point to the beach. He nods and watches you catch up to Annie standing beside the church.

“Ready?” she asks, already walking down the grassy hill without hesitating. You follow her careful steps, nearly slipping on mud several times and look back as the church and gas station disappear into the fog behind you.

As you get closer, you take notice of the foamy water and the lumps of dark kelp that wash onto the gritty shore below. Stepping foot into the rough grain, Annie holds her arms out as she walks delicately over the sand, imitating a circus tightrope walker. Annie’s graceful walk is interrupted when her foot meets with a plastic shovel and she picks it up. Studying the red toy closely, she turns around to present her new treasure to you, “Look at what the fog shows us now.”

“Interesting, what other things does the fog show you?”

“A whole lot, the nuns say not everything will be a gift, or something like that. I’m not sure.” Annie answers and shrugs. She tucks the toy under her arm and begins to walk towards an old boardwalk.

As you follow Annie towards the end of the deck, you notice what seems to be clumps of paper and kelp slosh against the posts below you. Kneeling down to look at the water closely, it seems as if someone had dumped a load of papers onto the beach.

You turn around to ask Annie about the odd paper, only to be faced with the white mist and the quiet creak of the boardwalk.

“Annie?!” you call out, looking behind you and around. No signs of her. You listen closely for a mischievous snicker and her black mary janes running on the wood. Still nothing.

“Annie, this isn’t funny.” you begin to panic and look around, your imagination running wild with possibilities.

Still, Annie is still nowhere to be seen. As you walk down the boardwalk, you notice her paper pinwheel and red shovel wedged between two brown slats of wood. Picking up the pinwheel and shovel, you see her pale face flash from between the gaps.

“Annie!” you call out and kneel down by the edge, pushing away the wads of wet paper. Grabbing the corner of one paper, you rip off the top half and skim the fading letters in black ink, MISSING CHILD: Richard, age twelve, last seen February 16, 1908. The ink on half of the smiling boy’s picture slowly curls into a glare, his small gaze still somewhat trained on you as you let the wet slip fall.

Feeling your heart race, you paw at the murky water again and move your hand underneath the boardwalk, hoping to reach Annie. Instead, you pull more and more papers to the surface, all stained with algae and tangled with the slippery kelp. Most missing reports are already torn or nearly reduced to nothing, their black ink swirling across the faces of long-lost kids. You feel nauseous as more faces, names, ages and contact numbers appear before you, but you continue to furiously rake through the debris.

One paper sticks to your wrist and as you pull your hand up, you’re met with Annie’s smiling face printed in the middle. Letting the paper fall on the wood, you scurry away, unable to look away from the bold MISSING CHILD above her face. Your eyes dart to the date when she was last seen, June 3, 1884.

Your heart drops, your throat tightens up and your palms grow sweaty. As you center yourself, you hear water splashing by the shoreline. “Annie?” you call out weakly, hoping she’d somehow still appear before you.

Looking at the report in front of you again, her pale face remains there, staring back at you. You stand up and walk down the boardwalk, feeling eyes- her eyes on you. You glance back at those small eyes in the paper, eyes as shiny as they were only a few minutes ago.

Clutching the orange pinwheels, you slowly walk down the boardwalk. Knee deep in the water appears Ramón, surrounded by paper, kelp, and several floating plastic toy soldiers. “Ramón,” you start, but he won’t look away from the missing reports in the water, “we need to get out of here.” you whisper.

He doesn’t seem to listen; instead, his focus remains on one particular paper. “Hey,” your voice cracks, “it’s not real, look at me.”

Ramón’s gaze continues to look over the water with tears in his eyes, still unable to listen or look at you. “Ramón, look at me.” you try again. You step down from the boardwalk and slowly walk to him.

“Why is he on there?” Ramón finally speaks up, voice hoarse and hardly audible. He nearly drops his orange pinwheel before securing his hold on it again, remembering the girls’ words.

“I don’t know why he’s there. I don’t know what any of this is, but we both know he’s not missing.” you answer him and swat at the toy soldiers that make circles around his legs. When you touch his shoulder, his dark eyes finally tear away from the water and turn to you. Immediately, you recognize the pain in his eyes.

It’s a different type of agony from the one that has settled in Ramón’s eyes over the past few weeks. What lays in his eyes now reminds you of the funeral. It was a windy day with a dull sky over an American flag, a closed casket and a mourning family reciting onto their rosaries. Mrs. Morales shaky Ave Maria’s still echo in your head, just as the pain in her prayers have been rattling inside Ramón’s chest since he left.

You stand in front of him, blocking his view of his brother’s image in the water. “It’s not him, we need to get out of here.” you whisper, holding his hand. Ramón doesn’t budge, but he doesn’t pull away either. “Ramón, you know where your brother rests now.”

This small confirmation seems to be enough for him. He wraps his arms around you and pushes his face into your shoulder. “Guess they were right about finding stuff and the lost.” he mumbles and holds you closer when he realizes the double meaning in his words.

You pull away, but you don’t dare let go of him. “We can’t let this fog lose the two of us now.” he nods at your surroundings. Agreeing with him, you gather your pinwheels and hold them between your clasped hands.

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Tax The Rich [alternative title: Out]

Ramón Morales x Reader

Request from @im-just-babey: Hey bro, could I request a Ramón x reader where the reader has a wealthy but shit family.

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Word Count: 2,046

Note: For a while the only thing I had for this fic was “tax the rich” so that’s the title now. Also, you may have been expecting something where they’re rebellious and it’s all a big huge middle finger to the stuck up wealthy family, but uh it’s been a while since I wrote some spooky fuckery -since Ham Sandwich Boys- so I took the liberty of leaning more towards that. Sorry this took forever to post, thank you for your patience.

Ramón scrunches his nose, the house was as big as the mansions his aunts would tell him about. Si nomas vieras, ya parecen castillos.

Looking around at the extensive foyer, he takes in the double staircase and stained glass ceiling piece above him, he doesn’t feel right. Stepping foot into the lavish home was a mistake. Ramón needed to be on the road again, not letting himself get distracted by whatever this was.

He’s not gonna tell you that, of course. Something told him to follow along with your eager eyes and smile.

“Well, what do ya think?” you ask as you jump on the first step of the left staircase. Ramón smiles and takes another look at the “french polish” you had mentioned on the staircase railing, whatever that meant.

“It’s… a lot, but it’s nice.” he responds dryly and laughs at the unimpressed look on your face.

“You would hate listening to the guy that designed this house,” you begin to walk up the stairs as you imitate ol’ John, “Ah yes, I told Doris myself that the finishing Italian light oak stain would not be proper for the west study. Why, it would clash terribly with the evening sunset.” sending you two into a fit of giggles until you hear footsteps upstairs.

Ramón steps back from the stairs, “You sure no one's home? I don't want any trouble and I should get going anyway.”

You were confused too, your parents have been out for a week and the maids were given the weekend off, “No, I thought everyone would be out by today.” you respond, peeking at the empty hall upstairs. Even your siblings had planned a small trip to the beach for a couple of days without you.

Suddenly, you see your younger sister walk out of her bedroom, “And who’s that? Does dad know you’ve got a little friend here or should I tell him?” she snickers.

You roll your eyes, “Go ahead, I’ll join you and together we’ll see what he thinks about your secret powder stash you’ve got in your room.” you snap back, glaring at her as she descends from the right staircase.

“Fine,” she scowls and takes a quick look at Ramón before leaving, “but you better take out the trash while we’re out.”

Ramón’s face gives away his discomfort and as you begin to apologize for your sister’s rude comment you hear a loud thud above you. “Did you hear that?” you ask him. You could’ve sworn the two of you would be alone by now. Another muffled thud, still somewhat louder than the first.

“C’mon.” you wave him over. The two of you walk through two hallways and another flight of stairs, reaching the third floor living room. Then you hear it again, something shuffling from the attic, “Great.” you sigh.

Sharing an anxious look with Ramón, you pull down the squeaky attic ladder and stare into the darkness. "I haven’t been up there in a while.” you whisper, “It’s been under construction since the beginning of the year.” The attic was being remodeled as a space for you and your siblings, a plan agreed by everyone before they all started being complete assholes.

Ramón begins to climb up the ladder, "How many rooms do you really need?" he jokes and reaches for the temporary light switch on the floor beside the opening. He takes note of the iron set of lights over the double pool tables, the dark leather couches, the soft bearskin rug and a tall bookshelf that extended across the east wall, interrupted in the middle. The attic was half finished, but there was no sign of a recent disturbance. “Nothing’s up here.” he tells you.

You warily climb up the ladder, stand over the hardwood floor and look around. “They told me renovation was to be completed next month,” you eye down the dark unfinished half of the attic, “It had stopped a few weeks ago due to a ‘change of plans'.” you form air quotes with your fingers. You walk underneath the overhead attic light and listen to its strange buzz.

Ramón walks around one of the pool tables, rolling the cue ball under his palm, "What's that over there?" he points at the far corner of the unfinished half. The corner had boxes piled one on top of the other, held in place by bricks and several wood planks leaning against the pile.

You shrug, "The small closet, it might still be there behind all the junk."

Suddenly, you hear heavy breathing behind your right ear, making you both whip around as you slowly get closer to Ramón. You see nothing. Still, you couldn’t shake off the feeling of being watched.

"You uh, forgetting to tell me your house might be haunted?"

"Shit, I- no." you stammer, he raises his eyebrows. "I don't know, okay? I've been having weird dreams of the old maid since we let her go about a month and a half ago. I always see her standing at the edge of my bed.” you explain, remembering your last nightmare of Mrs. Clarice. You also recall dreams of another woman growling from inside your bedroom mirror, often joined by disembodied voices that would cry for revenge, curses and to be “let out”. You never understood the pain and anger in their words, until now as you stand on the other side of the tiny door. The tiny door anyone could just seal and forget about...

"Let her go?" Ramón interrupts your thought process, "Got any clue where she went?"

"Well, my parents had also fired two other maids after her and they never told us why, nor did I think much about her absence until I began to have the nightmares.” you explain, panicking at the thought of what really happened to the three women. “Shit, you don’t think my parents-” you can’t bring yourself to finish your question as you begin to hyperventilate. Your head runs wild with possibilities of the women’s fate and what the closet could be hiding from the world.

You notice Ramón stand in front of you, blocking your view of the corner. He takes your shaky hands and asks you to slowly breathe in and out. “For all we know, those women are probably fine and you’ve just got a family of rabid raccoons holed up in there.” he suggests.

“What about my nightmares? She tries talking to me and I hear other voices. She seems like she’s angry and crying for something, like she’s hurt or-”

“Trapped?”

You wipe tears away from your eyes, glance at the pile behind him and nod, “I might find her or something there.”

His silence is alarming and you turn to look at him, expecting an annoyed glare for dragging him into the situation. Instead, he turns around and takes a few steps back. You hear a floorboard creak under Ramón's foot, which somewhat prompts another thump from the boxes. Along with the buzzing of the overhead light that grows loud and erratic now.

Ramón turns to you wide eyed and as he’s about to speak, there’s another thump and a plank falls. Your heart begins to pound against your chest and you begin to hear a faint voice in your head, one of the few from your nightmares. “Out. I need out. Out. Out. Let me out.”

You feel an invisible pull from the corner, sensing the voice in your head calling for you from underneath the pile. Suddenly, you feel Ramón grab your elbow, "Wait, I don’t think it’s a good idea to get closer."

"Someone is in there, behind all that. I can feel it." your eyes begin to sting, but you refuse to look away from the pile.

Ramón feels it too, there is someone else in the attic. Their presence heavy on his shoulders, pressing on the back of your necks. Angry. Demanding. He knows that they, whoever they are, is not going let either of you leave now.

"Fine, but we gotta be careful about this." he sighs and reaches for a long hammer inside an abandoned toolbox by the wall.

The two of you walk closer and hear ragged breathing from under the mess. He pokes one of the bottom boxes with the end of the hammer, but nothing moves. Your shaky hands begin to gently remove the planks and bricks. In silence. One by one. Ramón takes two boxes off from the top, surprised by their weight and opens both to find them full of sand. He attempts to push one of the larger boxes at the bottom, but it seems too heavy to move with one arm alone.

“Someone’s definitely been hiding something in there.” he points out, “Do you still wanna dig through this?”

You can still hear the voice ring inside your head, “Out. Out. Out.”

“No, I don’t,” you shake your head, “but we also can’t leave this, can we?”

He hums in agreement and the two of you continue moving the rest of the boxes. One by one as you remove the boxes, you notice an awful smell. Ramón notices as well and he asks again if you’d like to continue.

You don’t, but you grab another box.

You just want to get this over with.

You grab another box.

You just want the angry hissing in your head to be gone now.

Finally, you get to the bottom, the two of you work together to remove the remaining bulk. Once the last box in front of the small door budges, a pungent smell seeps out. You gag and Ramón begins to cough.

“Yup, there’s a dead body in there.” he declares and covers his nose with his jacket. He was right, any remaining hope you had of finding something else is gone now.

You turn to look at him, “I’m sorry,” you cough, “just wanted to show you around and hang out. Not discover a fuckin’ body in my attic.” you give the box a kick.

Ramón smirks under his jacket, or maybe it’s a grimace; nevertheless, he wiggles his eyebrows, “It’s alright, just another casual hang out with a brat inside their castle. The usual.”

You laugh and shake your head, “You haven’t even seen our giant kitchen.” you quip.

Thanks to Ramón, you feel numb, or rather prepared for the other side of the door. Sure, you barely met the guy only this morning and you’re on the brink of discovering what could be a corpse in your own home, but you feel like you can trust him. He could’ve left you to face this on your own, especially when he’s been itching to leave, yet he’s sticking around. You believe he’s simply interested enough to stay, but the concern in Ramón’s eyes tells you otherwise. He’s choosing to stay and face whatever is on the other side of the door with you.

“Alright, if anything jumps out, grab the hammer.” you bury your nose into your sweater, knowing it may not even mask the foul odor, but it wouldn’t hurt to try anyway.

On the count of three, you and Ramón push the last box away. The closet door is worn down and bits of the wooden panel in the middle stick out from the inside. You grab a nearby flashlight, turn it on and slowly open the door. The voice in your head dies down with a final “OUT.” and the buzzing of the overhead attic light stops.

Sure enough, you’re met with a swarm of flies, several maggots and three figures wrapped inside what used to be white sheets. The smell is overpowering and although you feel the urge to run from this, your eyes are drawn to the holes made at the mouths that have been cracked wide open, fear frozen in time. Above them each are two black circles, oozing dark liquid from underneath the sheets.

You hear Ramón gag and you open your mouth to scream, yell, anything. Nothing. You attempt to reach for Ramón, barely able to move an inch. You turn your head to check on him. As soon as your eyes meet, you hear a pop echo from the closet.

Then, as clear as day, a groan.

“Out.”

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