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hellishere7980 · 1 month

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Whatever It Takes (CH-4)

Dear mother, I know you're mad at me. I was supposed to stay with Damien. Stay ‘safe’ as you put it But there is still a weak point I need to cover. You said our aim was to get Damian to safety. Mother, you and I both know he is not completely safe. Safer? Yes. But not completely safe. You know, I promised to myself that I would do whatever it took to keep you both safe. This is my way of doing it. Go ahead and say that ‘You don't need to do it’. But I know I need to do it. So, forgive me, mother, for disobeying your direct orders. I was following the order you gave me a long time ago.

I love you, Mother.

You always said that repeating something again and again reduces the value of your words. These three words I will never tire of speaking to you. Because you gave birth to me. You kept me safe as much as you could. You snuck in and stayed with me when I was sick. You are my mother.

You always said, “Mariam, You are my daughter. Be brave.”

Now I'm saying, “You are my mother, Trust me.”

Trust me to know what I'm doing.

Your daughter, Mariam.

Talia fell down crying after reading the letter. The woman who never shed a tear even after being stabbed and shot.

Bruce stepped forward and supported her to a chair.

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“M-Mother?” Damian asked as Talia was about to get back into the car.

“Yes, Damian.” Talia said, smiling at him.

“Don't worry.” Bruce said, standing beside Damien. “We'll keep a lookout for Mariam.”

Talia just nodded and was about to get into the car when a notification chimed up in the bat computer.

Facial match: Ra’s Al-Ghul Location: Gotham Harbour, Dock #7

They all looked at each other as they rushed to put on their costumes. Dick dragged Damian with him to at least make him wear a basic black Kalver uniform. Soon enough, they all took off. Dick and Tim on the nightcycle and the R-Cycle. Bruce, Damian and Talia in the Batmobile with Alfred manning the comms. After breaking some traffic laws, they pulled up at the Gotham Harbour in under 20 minutes. They all stepped out and saw Ra’s standing on a cliff while his personal helicopter, ready for takeoff, waited below in the sandy area.

“Well.” Ra’s said, turning towards them. “I expected that pusillanimous girl of yours to do this.” He said to Talia. “But you? You failed to achieve the low expectations I set for you. This has gone on for long enough. If you so desperately wish to get out of the league, then fine. The league has no place for cowards like you and your daughter who can not even respect their blood. Come along, Damian.”

“NO!” Talia And Damian said together.

Ra’s opened his mouth to say something else but just then a stone was catapulted from the nearby higher cliff which hit Ra’s, the momentum throwing him off the cliff and onto the spinning blades of his helicopter.

Everyone else remaining on the cliff were stunned and watched in utter shock as they heard the sound of flesh being sliced and falling into the slightly acidic waters of Gotham Harbour. As the men in the helicopter jumped out, arrows from the nearby cliff, although from a different area, claimed their lives as they fell down in the pools of their own blood.

All of them stood motionless. Then Batman said, “Whoever did this, the intention was not to harm us yet. Proceed with caution. Robin, Damian, check if there are any survivors. Talia, Nightwing and I are going to check the cliff from where the attack came.”

After spending hours, they couldn't find anything. Just a note that said.

I Bow to thee, Talia Al-Ghul. The Demon Head of the League of Assassins.

“What does this mean, mother?” Damian asked when they showed the note to everyone back in the Batcave.

“This is an ancient ritual.” Talia said looking at the note with something akin to silent horror. “Whenever a Demon had died and the heir took the place as the next Demon Head, all the people of the League of Assassins were supposed to pledge their loyalty to the new Demon Head. They used to bow as a symbol for accepting their superior.”

“But didn't Ra’s say that you were not to inherit the League?” Bruce asked. “Because you are a woman.”

“I know that.” Talia said.

“OK, OK, you are the new Head.” Dick said. “Got it. What are we gonna do now? I think that Mariam might have done it—”

Talia said, “She wouldn’t kill her own Grandfather.” She took a deep breath in.

“I still think the League isn't a fit place to bring up Damian. I still wish you would keep him here.” Talia said, looking at Bruce.

“That would be my absolute pleasure.” Bruce said. “But I want to know one thing.” He continued turning towards Damian, kneeling down to his level, “You wanna stay here, Damian?”

Damian looked deep into Bruce's eyes. “Yes, Father.”

“Well, that's settled!” Tim said. “He gets to stay with us. And you,” He said to Talia. “Get to head the league. Fun.”

Talia gave a light chuckle. “I will leave now.”

And so the days went by. Damian adjusted in his new life as the new Robin after Tim gave him the mantle. Talia went on to Head the league, changing the name from League of Assassins to League of Shadows. When Damian called her about it, she replied, “A new change of aim, means a new change of name.”

Talia even revealed that Jason was back in the living world. They tried to fix that burnt bridge. But Jason was still not completely open to coming back, but, baby steps. Everything was going swimmingly until one day, specifically on Damian's birthday, someone rang the doorbell.

#maribat #miraculous lb #bruce wayne #dick grayson #jason todd #alfred pennyworth #miraculous ladybug #miraculous fanworks #hellishere7980 #marinette and damian #damian wayne #tim drake #talia al ghul #marinette dupain cheng #bio dad bruce wayne

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carryingthebannershitposts · 3 months

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Some Newsies Headcanons

Jack:

This man 100% pretends to be all brave an tough and then proceeds to cry himself to sleep

Probably afraid of thunderstorms but hides it

Had a horse phase when he was younger (So did Race but not as bad)

Sometimes forgets words for things and decides to make them up (couldn't remember the word for cigar so he yelled at Racetrack not to let Les use his "fire leaf stick")

Still has nightmares about the refuge

That Santa Fe pamphlet is more important to him than most of the people he knows (with the exception of Davey, Les, Crutchie, and Race)

Has threatened to use a lasso to tie Racetrack to the wall at least once, and no, it didn't work

David:

Talks to himself when he's doing things

Can see right through Jack's bullshit/knows when he's pretending to be okay vs when he actually is

Cannot dance but tries

Fidgets with literally anything he can get his hands on

A modern David would cry after watching Dear Evan Hansen

Genuinely doesn't know how to smoke and legit inhaled the smoke and started dying the first time Jack offered a cigar to him

Dresses very formally literally no matter where he's going

Talks about Jack to Sarah because he is very gay and doesn't want advice from his parents

Sometimes questions his gender identity but always forces himself not to think about it because of what his family might think

Crutchie:

I will die on the hill that Crutchie is probably an age regressor, but keeps it a secret because this is Newsies and nobody tells anyone anything

Will beat you with his crutch if you insult his friends

Will apologize after hitting someone in a fight

Claims to hate being carried but does kinda like it

Will go to work even if he's dying of an unknown deadly sickness because he feels bad about others helping him

Race:

This is pretty much canon at this point I believe but Race is transmasc

Spot is the only one allowed to call him "Racer", he will protest if anyone else calls him that

Always has a cigar purely for the sake of having something in his mouth, not because he smokes it

Got his harmonica taken away by Jack after playing it nonstop at all hours of the night

Spot has offered to let him live in Brooklyn and he just kinda said no because he's fine making the walk every day

Acts like an idiot but is actually really smart

Probably hates basically everything about himself but acts like he's the best to hide it because this is Newsies and nobody tells anyone anything

Seriously all of these characters just need to sit down and have a heart to heart

"I can't wait for anything! The doctors call it ADHD- I call it RDHD, because my name is Racetrack!" (Bonus points if yall get that reference)

A modern Racetrack would show Spot that one song from Raggedy Ann, "It's hard to be king when you're short" and get yelled at

Spot:

Gets teased constantly for being short

Constantly looks like he wants to unalive the next person he sees

Steals Racetrack's hat to annoy him

Racetrack compared him to one of those small yappy dogs once and Spot now thinks about it constantly

Aggressively kind to the people he cares about ("DRINK WATER AND GET SOME FUCKING SLEEP, I FUCKING LOVE YOU")

Refuses to explain why he ran away from his family

Despises his real name because "it sounds like an old man name"

Anyways that's all :)

#newsies #92sies #jack kelly #david jacobs #crutchie morris #newsies headcanons #headcanons

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thehusbandoden · 1 year

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Dabi (26)

Key: angst -💔; fluff -🤍; comfort -❤️‍🩹; angst to fluff -🧡; crack -💜; slight angst -🩵

Fanfictions:

The Endlessly Cracking Dam 🤍❤️‍🩹💔 (requested)

The man called "Dabi" was one of the Imperial Army's best men. Everyone loved him- or did they? Fake smiles and suspicions kept Dabi on his toes, always hiding his face and past. Well, until that darned Hun knocked off his helmet. Zhu Bo, Dabi's all time tormenter, claimed that he was "cursed" and urged their captain to kick him out. But- Dabi just won that battle! Everyone loves him! They wouldn't kick him out... would they? But atlas people are cruel and heartless. Just because of Dabi's patched up face he was kicked out, leaving him and his horse; Mazu, to find there way to the one and only person Dabi could confine in; y/n l/n. | Words: 5,700+ \\ fem reader \\ posted: 11/15/2023

Drabbles/One shots

Lonesome Nights ❤️‍🩹🤍🧡

Dabi's been on a mission for months. You've missed him to the point of nights filled with sobs. Dabi comes home, and feels so guilty about your depression, and tries to make it better. | 1,128 words

The Beauty 🤍

On his way to burn down an agency, Dabi runs into a girl around his age that is exactly his type. (You ;3) | 227 words

Love 🤍💔

Dabi and you have a talk. Dabi, the love of your life is finally able to call your relationship love. | 344 words

Won't let go 💔 (angst ending)

You and Dabi get into a nasty argument filled with insults thrown, piercing one another like venomous daggers. After you leave for some fresh air, you're attacked by another villain, injuring you severely. | 1,823 words

The Twins 🤍🩵(💜)?

While escaping from some heroes, you find an abandoned set of two year old twins. Instantly falling in love, you couldn't help but take them to the hideout, where you surprise your loving husband (Dabi) with the new addition of your tiny family.

Alternative ending for "Cold" (Shigaraki x reader) 🤍🩵

You choose Dabi over Shigaraki.

A Day Off 🤍💜

Dabi Touya gets your kids ready for school so you can rest. You then proceed to have you time once you drop your 4 year old at Uncle Shoto's.

Cry Baby 💜🤍

Wanting a week off with your man, you intentionally get the sickness Dabi has been whining about for over a week now. After a few days you then realize that he's complaining about the slight headache and sore throat you've had for over two weeks. | posted: 9/22/23 | 371 words

That's a New Feeling 🧡❤️‍🩹

You and Dabi get into an argument. | 1,545 words \\ posted: 11/18/2023

Burnt 💔

You gave the love of your life too many chances already. But this time? He crossed a line.. a line that should have never been crossed. | 1,234 words \\ posted: 01/03/2024

More Than Life Itself 🤍❤️‍🩹 -Alternative Ending to Burnt

You wake up from the horrid nightmare. | words 1,099 \\ posted: 01/10/2024

Dinner and Banter 🤍

Dinner, banter, and cuddles with your favorite villain <3 | 532 words \\ female reader \\ posted: 02/05/2024

Never ❤️❤️‍🩹 (request)

Your beloved hubby comforts you when he comes home to find you overthinking <3 \\ 277 words \\ fem reader \\ posted: 02/27/24

Tomorrow

Dabi comes home exhausted and injured, leaving you to tend to his wounds. \\ 405 words \\ fem reader \\ posted: 05/31/24

Headcannons/Scenarios

MHA boys react to you torturing an Endeavor plushie 🤍💜

Simply that my friends. Enjoy the chaos.

How they react to you going to therapy for past abuse 🤍❤️‍🩹 (request)

Self explanatory<3

You flinch during an argument 💔🧡❤️‍🩹

Self explanatory<3 | 963 words

Undercover pro hero reader 🤍 (request)

Self explanatory<3 | 722 words | posted: 9/3/23

You sing "Soft Kitty" to him when he's sick 🤍❤️‍🩹 (request)

Self explanatory<3 | posted: 9/4/23

Comforting their exhausted s/o 🤍🩵 (request)

Self explanatory<3 | posted: 9/27/23

Reader with an ed *platonic* 🤍❤️‍🩹 (request)

Self explanatory<3 | 693 words \\ gn reader \\ posted: 9/28/23

Comforting Claustrophobia Reader 🤍❤️‍🩹 (request)

Self explanatory<3 | 518 words \\ posted: 11/27/23

Liking the Same Heroine as Shoto 🤍 (requested)

Self explanatory<3 | 711 words \\ posted: 12/19/2023 \\ two different endings \\ requested

Couch Surfing Reader 🤍❤️‍🩹 (requested)

Self explanatory<3 | 251 words \\ posted: 01/25/2024 \\ requested

He Doesn't Realize How Much he Needs You Until You're Gone

Self explanatory<3 | 2,424 words \\ posted: 06/06/24

And more yet to come! <3

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Comments, Requests, and Reblogs are always appreciated<33

Last added to: 06/06/2024

Do not copy, repost, nor plagiarize my work. Ask before you translate or use my work in any way, minus reblogging.

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ghoulpoole · 5 months

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My Coming Out Letter

For All Trans People from Abusive Households

CONTENT WARNING: Familial abuse and Transphobia. Abusive situations are described with vague detail. Specific transphobic beliefs are described.

Potentially triggering material is colored red to warn readers. Please be kind to yourself and proceed with care.

One year ago, I came out to my dad as a trans woman. He was one of the last people I came out to. It took a long time because it was clear to me that I couldn't be real with him about my identity without having an honest discussion about abuse and trauma. I also knew that in so doing, I would be cutting ties whether I wanted to or not, because he has a narcissistic personality and feels deeply threatened by people naming and opposing his behavior. This letter is deeply personal. But I am posting it here for other trans people in the virtual void who are ensnared in abuse by a loved one. I was lucky to disentangle myself and have enough physical and psychic distance from my father to make this choice. So reader, regardless of whether you share my trauma, my luck, or my gender, I hope this letter gives you strength. I hope you feel as powerful reading it as I did writing it. I hope you feel the vast fear and relief of overcoming something massive, powerful, and frightening. Like climbing a mountain, or getting out of bed in the morning. To protect the privacy of all involved, names and identifying information have been removed. Because I'm an incurable perfectionist, I have done some editing after that fact. But rest assured, the message and content are the same as the paper letter I mailed one year ago.

Dear Dad,

I am a transgender individual. You already have some ideas about what that means. Here’s what it means to me.

My gender identity doesn't align with the sex that identified me when I was born. I never felt like a man or a boy. The way our culture expects a man to dress, feel, think, talk, and move has never felt like it fit me.

I feel feminine. I use this word carefully because I don't feel like my gender fits neatly in the label ‘man’ or ‘woman’. But I find that the idea of the feminine fits. Feminine clothes feel more comfortable to me. My feelings, thoughts, and speech all feel more woman-like than man-like.

To me, being transgender means existing in the way that feels right for me, instead of pretending to behave like a man to fit in with the dominant, gendered culture.

I know this does not fit your ideas about what it means to be transgender. I have heard you say many times that being transgender is a mental illness. That being trans is unnatural and something that needs to be fixed.

I know what you hear on Fox News. You hear that transgender surgery is genital mutilation. That transgender people are a national epidemic. That “transgenderism” harms women and kids.

I invite you to consider the implications of your beliefs:

If you believe transgender individuals are sick, you think I am sick.

If you believe transgender individuals are unnatural, you think I am unnatural.

If you believe transgender individuals need to be fixed, you think I need to be fixed.

With these implications in mind: do you want to commit to these beliefs? If you do, then it is not safe for me to be in relationship with you. This is why I am coming out to you in a letter - for my own safety.

I hope that you choose not to commit to these beliefs, or at least, to question them. I want to have a relationship with you where I can be honest about who I am.

You claim to value individuality, honesty, and personal integrity. By coming out, I am choosing honesty, integrity, and individuality. By being trans, I am living these values. I hope that you can live these values too by accepting me for who I am.

Now, there are some practicalities.

I prefer different non-gendered third-person pronouns ("they/them") or feminine pronouns ("she/her") to refer to me. I am undergoing Hormone Replacement Therapy and pursuing gender-affirming surgeries to help my body better match the gender I live. And, I have legally changed my first, middle, and last name.

This is where I get to the hardest part of the letter because the decision to change my name are entangled with trauma that I need to share with you.

Since coming out, I have been remembering things I tried to forget. Old memories and feelings from childhood that are every bit as frightening now as they were 15 to 20 years ago.

These experiences were traumatic. I didn’t know have a name for how these times felt as child. But now, I do. It was trauma that came from abuse.

When I was a child, I regularly felt unsafe, trapped and manipulated. So often, I hid in my bedroom trying and failing to block out what you said and did to other members of our family. You would tell me these things had nothing to do with me. I felt helpless. I can’t count how many memories I have of crying my eyes out over the course of eighteen years.

The tragic thing is that somebody who was supposed to give me care and love made me feel so helpless.

I have had so much therapy to process how these experiences impact my mental health and adult relationships. I am still working through it.

I don’t tell you this just because I want you to feel bad, or even necessarily to hold you accountable. I tell you this I want you to know how I feel. We can't have a functional relationship if you don't honest-to-god know where I am coming from and who I really am.

But mostly, I tell you this for my sake. I have tried to rationalize this trauma, to excuse it, to discount it, and even to ignore it. But I can’t ignore it any longer, and I won’t let it go unspoken.

That’s why I changed my name. Changing it liberates me from experiences that did me so much harm. It sets me free.

So what now?

If we are going to be in relationship with each other, it needs to be a relationship where I feel safe and respected.

I tend to think about relationships as agreements. So, if we can agree to the following:

Using my correct name; Using my preferred third-person pronouns; Respecting my transgender identity; and Never raising your voice at me under any circumstances,

then I will maintain a relationship with you.

I invite you to consider these conditions and whether you can accept them. For my part, I will give you the same safety and respect I am asking you to give me.

I'm laying down these strict boundaries because I want to have a relationship with you. To do that, I need our relationship to be safe for me. I will not tolerate any abusive behavior. If you cannot agree to these conditions, I cannot be in contact with you.

I hope that this letter is not an ending of our relationship, but an opportunity for you to to grow and change.

I have spent two years understanding my gender and coming out at various times and places. Each time I came out in a part of my life, that part got so much better. I hope that by coming out in our relationship, it can get so much better, too.

I love you.

ghoulpoole

#transgender #coming out #trauma

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heartsoulrocknroll · 7 months

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AEW Dynamite Winter Is Coming 12/14/22

Death Triangle (c) vs. The Elite Match 4 in the Best of 7 Series for the AEW World Trios Championship -- Here we go!! Beautiful tilt-a-whirl backbreaker from Omega to Pac, followed by a stomp from Matt from the top, as Pac remains in the backbreaker position. Pac has Matt in position for a German suplex. Fénix walks the top rope for a kick to Matt, then Pac lands the German suplex on Matt! Penta springboards off Pac's back into a slingblade!! Nick has hurt his ankle or foot. Nick is taken to the back. Fénix tags Penta. Matt rolls up Fénix! Penta comes into the ring. Matt hits a Northern Lights suplex on Penta, while keeping Fénix's legs trapped, and lands in a pinning predicament on both guys in one fluid motion! Beautiful snap dragon suplexes by Omega! Pac with a beautiful springboard cutter from the apron into the ring on Omega! Penta lands a package piledriver on Matt on the apron!!!!!!!! Oh my god!!! Lucha Bros isolate Omega. Reverse Spanish Fly by Fénix from the top! Made in Japan by Penta!! Backward frog splash by Fénix! Omega kicks out! Pac misses a Black Arrow attempt on Omega. Nick is back! He tags in and gets some offense in! Penta produces the hammer out of nowhere and nails Nick's injured ankle!!! Fénix locks in an inverted knee bar, also wrenching down on Nick's injured ankle!! Nick taps!!!! Hell yeah!!!!! 3-1 baby!!!! This rocked again!!!! I don't know what it is, but something about Death Triangle using illegal weapons to repeatedly beat The Elite really hits the spot for me.

After the match, Kenny suggests that, for the next matches, they make the hammer and all other weapons legal. "We are sick of playing by your rules, so let's just make it to where there aren't any rules at all." No DQ!!! Hype!!!!!

MJF IS BACKSTAGE WITH ALEX MARVEZ!!!!! He proceeds to blow my mind again. What's new???

"Ricky Starks, buddy, you did it. You finally did it. You cut your first great oratory exposition. And we were all rooting for you, man. Everyone saw the potential you have. You know what they're calling it, Marvez? Get this, they're calling it a star-making performance. Isn't that cute? (Lmaaaooooo). Isn't that great? You know what's funny? The first time I ever appeared on AEW Dynamite, I was already a star. And then after that, I just proceeded to hit home run after home run. I am batting a thousand, all hits, no misses. Just curious, Ricky. How many at bats did you have before you finally hit that homer? And then you've got the people claiming you made yourself a star when that couldn't be further from the truth, Richard. I did. Because at 26 years of age, I am the most talked-about name in this business. I am a star maker. So you're welcome for the rub, Rick. And then you had to go ahead and talk about your upbringing. (Whiny voice) 'Oh, I had it so hard. I grew up poor, I had to leave and move into the dumpster fire known as Texas, I grew up with a bobble head that was so much bigger than my body, I had to live out of my car, I had to eat out of a dumpster with raccoons.' I don't care. None of that matters. The only thing in this lifetime that matters is are you or aren't you the AEW World Heavyweight Champion. And of course the smooth-brained simpletons watching at home love you, Ricky. It's because they relate to you. Much like you, their lives suck. But instead of fixing it, all they do is whine and moan and complain. 'Why me, why me?' It's because you all suck. And then there's me, Ricky. You said when I grew up, I had it easy. And guess what? He was right. I grew up with a silver spoon in my mouth. I was born rich, I was born attractive, I was born funny, I was born witty, I was born pretty, and I was born better than you and every single putrid person on this planet, and I ain't apologizing for it. And then you wanted to talk about taking pressure off my plate. Well, granted, it took you a while to get to your point, you know. You kind of meandered and mumbled for seven minutes. And every single time he got lost, he'd go (mocking Starks' pose, whiny voice), 'Give me a break! Give me a break!' How about you give me one, Ricky? So let's talk pressure. Because tonight I'm under none. See, I'm already the guy. I'm already the man that has the Dynamite Diamond Ring. I am already the AEW World Champion. I am already the guy. Everybody hates my guts. Everybody wants to see my downfall. No one's rooting for me, therefore I have no one to let down. But you, Ricky Starks, I do not envy you, my man. Not even a little bit. See, everyone around the world wants Ricky Starks to win the big one. His mother, his family, his fans, God, everyone is rooting for Ricky Starks to win the big one in his adopted home state of Texas. Can you do it, Ricky? Or will you let everyone down? Now that? That's pressure. And tonight we are going to find out what happens when pressure is applied to The Pebble. Will he turn into the diamond everyone claims him to be, or will he simply turn into dust?"

GO. OFF. MAX!!!!!! Another Wednesday, another Dynamite, another promo class with MJF. Damn. This was perfectly constructed and perfectly delivered. He addressed all of Ricky's points in an organized, logical fashion. He delivered with incredible conviction, every word and every inflection perfectly placed. When he said "Isn't that cute?" about people calling Ricky's promo a star-making performance, I laughed out loud. God help me, I am in love.

Jericho says the Giant Swing is inhumane and should be banned. Lmao.

BCC with a promo. Wheeler Yuta says he has learned to fight like he is already dead!!!

Chris Jericho vs. Action Andretti -- Andretti goes almost 10 minutes with Jericho and pins Jericho with a running shooting star press!!! Chris Jericho is having a terrible week!!! Good stuff here. The crowd is super into it, which sells it even better. Jericho is later shown throwing a tantrum backstage.

Now we have a promo from Starks to respond to MJF. Starks says that when he broke his neck, he thought his career was over, so now he's winning the AEW World Championship, because he has no other options. Starks says last week's promo was nothing new, he's been doing that in his sleep. Starks says MJF has to find validation in ratings and being a draw. Starks says nobody gives a damn about that, but they do care about seeing Starks stomp MJF's ass tonight.

This was a little corny for me. Saying that MJF is obsessed with ratings and being a draw as if that is a bad thing and saying that no one gives a damn about that as if it isn't an objective measure of how much people care about MJF is... questionable.

Ruby Soho vs. Tay Conti -- This was alright. Tay with some surprisingly decent offense here, a pump kick and a Gotch piledriver. Ruby looks good here and gets the win with No Future.

MJF (c) vs. Ricky Starks for the AEW World Championship and the Dynamite Diamond Ring -- MJF with some taunting out of the gate. He mocks Starks' pose. He does the Flair strut. Nice arm drags by Starks! Thumb to the eye by MJF!!!!!!!!! Gut buster, stomps in the corner, and a back rake by MJF!!! MJF locks in an abdominal stretch, and he bites Starks' ribs! Wtf! MJF grabs the ropes repeatedly for leverage on the abdominal stretch when the ref isn't looking. Starks escapes the hold when the ref kicks MJF's arm to break his grip on the rope. Loool. Jumping lariat, tornado DDT, and sit-out powerbomb by Starks! MJF with a big stomp off the second rope to Starks' arm as Starks clutches the top rope!! Nasty, beautiful powerbomb on the knee by MJF!!! Starks kicks out! MJF stomps Starks' arm on the mat. MJF slaps Starks in the face!! This turns into a slugfest, both guys trading rapid-fire shots, and ends with MJF's thumb in Starks' eye!!!! AHHHHH PERFECT, I AM SUCH A MARK FOR A GOOD THUMB TO THE EYE, BROTHER. MJF rebounds off the second rope for a BEAUTIFUL rolling elbow!!!! Picture perfect shit, love that!!!! Starks responds with a spear! Both guys are down! The ref starts the ten count. Starks barely sits up at nine and covers MJF, but MJF was just lying in wait!! MJF kicks out and immediately grabs Starks' arm and locks in Salt of the Earth!!!!! Beautiful!!!! While applying the hold, MJF bites Starks' hand! Starks reaches for the rope, but MJF traps the other arm!!!!!!! NICE!!!!!!! Starks stretches his leg toward the rope, but MJF grabs the leg too! Starks finally manages to get his one free foot onto the rope to break!! MJF looks like he is going for Salt of the Earth again, but Starks counters with a roll up!! MJF kicks out! They trade side headlock takeovers! Powerbomb attempt by MJF, but Starks escapes! Superkick by Starks! Starks attempts Roshambo, but MJF blocks it! MJF pulls the ref between himself and Starks!!!! MJF steps out from behind the ref and quickly lands a low blow kick to Starks!!!! MJF rolls up Starks!!! 1, 2, 3!!!!!!!! GREAT, WONDERFUL, AMAZING, FANTASTIC!!!! I LOVED EVERYTHING ABOUT THIS!! Love to see MJF dictating the pace and using his signature heel moves. MJF's in-ring style has a nice, old-school flavor that really does it for me. Great stuff.

Danielson comes out after the match!!! He heads toward MJF, and MJF runs at 100 MPH down the ramp, over the barricade, and up the arena stairs through the crowd! I AM SO BEYOND HYPED FOR MJF VS. DANIELSON!!! GIVE IT TO ME NOW!!!!!

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the-endless-traveler · 9 months

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Conjure and Conflict (FFXIV Write 2023 Prompt #2: Bark)

She had talent for magic. A talent she never knew until she got her own house and her own life, far from the Empire who couldn't use magic and relied on powerful technology for various tasks. Sure, she learned how to handle magitek with care, but her guts were telling her to break those machines more often than necessary, only to fuel her hate of the Empire a bit more. On Eorzea, she learned the existence of magic, and even had a glimpse of the forbidden arts that were White and Black Magic.

This is how she discovered the existence of Red Mages, born after the War of the Magi that claimed a few new adepts in the recent history of Eorzea. Was it fate or luck that her new home housed one of those Red Mages, she couldn't tell. He left his crystal and it reacted to her, granting the knight a glimpse into the powers of Red Magic, and also left his weapon, an enchanted rapier sparking with Aether. She never really knew if the Red Mage knew she would buy this exact home or is a twist of fate robbed the mage off his life before he could choose a successor, but the crystal was hers now, if the words of her guildmates was true. Still, there was an issue, and not a small one: She has no prior experience with magic. Her powers as a Knight of Azeyma were instinctive and far from the usage of magic as spellcasters do, and she questioned a few of her guildmates about magic as a whole.

First, she asked Luccette, Blue Mage and thaumaturge who had enough knowledge about magic to guide her through the basics, and Freya, a master Red Mage, for guidance on where to start and how to proceed with traditional spellcasting. She valued both of her words equally and quickly took up the rapier and magic to train by herself first, on the training dummy she installed behind her house. She noticed her natural affinity to Fire, and how spellcasting actually worked, but also noticed her weaknesses that couldn't be solved by the training of her guildmates alone. This is where she turned in the Conjurer's Guild to understand the elements of Wind, Water and Earth, with a focus on Wind, her bigger weakness.

The Conjurers had a more spiritual approach to magic she didn't understood at first until she was tasked with her first mission for the guild, as a way to get used to the elements. A seedkin was causing chaos, and the Conjurers believed a sickness could cause the treant to be berserk. They needed its bark to identify the sickness and prevent it to spread, and she was off to escort one of the Conjurers to help with subduing the beast. A perfect way to train what she learned in books and practiced alone.

Furye and her partner of crime found the treant not far from Gridania, near a hedgetree in the Central Shroud. A treant as white as snow, rampaging around and attacking anything that approached indiscriminately. Its leaves died, and a green goop slowly leaked from its mouth and bark. Furye started by a simple spell, sending a volley of stone shards towards the tree, who instantly started to charge towards the two. She knew, thanks to the soulstone and her friends' teaching, that Red Mages could chain spells and while they were less powerful than raw White or Black Magic, they could still cause enough harm to the tree. She unleashed the Wind, but the spell was weaker and the blade of wind barely scratched the monster she was fighting. She had someone to protect and she couldn't use her greatsword and be done with it, she had to be more creative and use her newly learned spells. A voice behind her shouted as she used the same spell she did earlier.

"Wind is as Fire!"

Of course. They are opposite in the Aether Wheel, but they were similar in how they acted in nature. She focused her magic once more, the blade of wind severing one of the treant's arms this time and crashed in the surrounding cliffs with a sonic boom. The Seeker smiled, and kept on her casting while escaping the slow but deadly attacks of the sickened treant. Blades of wind flew to several branches and bark, shards of earth stunned it and pushed it back, and finally, the pressure of water slowed the treant and finally, brought it to its end. It was more tiresome than she expected, but Furye smiled at the Conjurer when she put a hand on her shoulder, the sickened bark in her hand.

"You only needed to understand Nature, not analyze it. Sometimes, you need to go with the current..."

As both returned to Gridania with their prize and the thanks from the Guild, Furye thought about what her partner of the day said.

She just need to go with the current more often.

#furye #ffxiv #ffxivwrite2023 #writing

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shlutnutt · 3 years

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- Degrading Desires -

warnings: lots of smut, slight angst, sadism, degrading kink, subby colin (the only right way), dom reader, masturbation

psst! look i know all i write is colin and kai and i apologize, i just really needed to get this fic idea i had in mind for colin lmfao. i'll definitely have more varieties up in no time:) // not fully proof read

Apart from being one of the few women to be working for the police investigating department, you made sure you were considered one of the strongest, independent, and courageous of them all. Whether that'd mean you'd always have to cancel plans to keep your full focus on the current investigations, or even distancing yourself from friends and family.

"Here, it clearly looks like a sniper rifle bullet, was definitely shot from afar. Fucking asshole seemed to have planned this perfectly." you made your claim public to the other detectives in the room, passing around the bloody bullet which was secured in a ziplock bag.

"Yup, thats a modular sniper rifle. This was a perfect planned murder, due to how much accuracy is needed to shoot one of these bad boys. " shouted Colin whilst inspecting the bullet in between his rough hands, completely taking away the attention you had held onto you, aggrivating you immensely.

Colin would do this ever so often, always finding a way to snatch away the minimum attention you'd have gathered up, completely becoming the spotlight. You felt as if he had just so much hatred towards you, like he couldn't resist the fact that you were in fact solving more cases in a week than what he could've in a month. His body language although, spoke differently than his actions.

The detectives cheered Colin on, patting him on his wide back, all just so amazed by how easily he solved the puzzle of what specific type of sniper it was, –when you was literally already getting to the point–. Not one of them credited you for shit, not even the women who claimed to be so sick and tired of the misogynistic behavior that's been going around the department. They were certainly the ones cheering him on the loudest.

You only stood there silently staring down at the pieces of evidence that layed infront of you, the dim lighting that took over the small office room making you disappear almost entirely now. Erasing the fact that your only goal was to help these poor victims rest in peace, allowing their families to have complete closure of every each and tragic murder as Zable in the other hand, was focused on stealing your spotlight, just to feel superior and laugh it off in your face later on.

As the detectives all went to their correspondent offices, you and Colin were the only ones left in the room, as he decided to linger around noticing how you'd stay in to investigate through your lunch break. You feeling nothing but envy and him admiring how difficult he was making your job.

"Good job, buddy." blurted Colin as he walked a step closer towards you, a playful hop almost. His dark brown eyes looking down to your Y/E/C ones, as he fidgeted with his large fingers above the evidence table.

"Look Y/N, Im s-

"You're what Colin? Sorry? Why do you enjoy making my life so fucking miserable? Im fucking tired of it, im trying to genuinely help these families." you spat, looking deeply into his soul, noticing how his eyes began to water.

"You're gonna fucking cry now? Good. You deserve to feel like shit." you continued. Colin only looked down at his fidgety hands before taking a seat on the table, and munching on some leftover salad he had left from his lunch break, allowing his shiny eyes to shed their tears.

"It doesn't feel good to feel like shit does it, you needy whore? You just need attention and validation so fucking bad, why can't you just let me do my job in peace." your usage of language taking the both of you by surprise, pausing quickly after noticing Colin struggling to eat his salad with his left hand, when the man was a righty.

"Colin.. what the fuck are you doi-" you attempt to ask the obvious before getting unpredictabley interrupted by a loud whimper. You bent down slightly, letting curiousity taking the best of you to encounter Colin massaging his bulge through his pants.

"You're a fucking pathetic." you continue to degrade, unintentionally causing the member in his pants to leak in precum, dampening his boxers.

"Stop.. p-please stop." pleaded Colin as he massaged his enlarging buldge under the table, still unaware of you're awarness at his self pleasing.

"Why should I stop Colin? You deserve nothing." you proceed, enjoying the effects your words had on him, his teary eyes looking up at yours whilst you walked around the office.

Despite the fact you truly disliked the man you were currently sharing an office with, you just couldn't deny the fact that you enjoyed making him feel this way. Like shit. I mean he looks like he's enjoying it as well. The way he struggled to chew on his salad whilst attempting to keep his cool infront of you, how his long sleeved shirt slightly attached to his body from his sweat, and how his dark decepting eyes shed tears after tears. It was an admirable view.

He enjoyed the suffering, and so did you.

"I-I need to go to the..bathroom.." said Colin, now getting up from his office chair attempting to leave the room in pure hurry, before you got in his way blocking the door entry making him jump slightly.

"Please don't do this.."

"Don't do what? You've fucked up my job experience for all these months Colin, i think you deserve to get punished. Don't you think?" you teased whilst slowly dragging him back to his seat by his veiny arm.

Zable, although being in complete shock by his show of uncontrollable needs was also taking aback from your actions towards him, feeling out of place by letting a woman dominate him. He only sat on his wheely chair, laying down almost, whilst his breathing was surprisingly heavy allowing small whimpers escape his lips. The man needed you, and urgently.

"If this is what you've wanted this whole time, why not jump straight to the point and be a good boy? Instead of making shit hard." you questioned Colin, before prepping your elbows on either side of the arm rests he layed betweeb, massaging his thighs delightfully, earning graceful low groans.

"W-why are you doing this..?" questioned Colin, his eyes barely being able to open due to the slight amount of pleasure he's been receiving. You completely dodged his question, your focus remaining on his clothed thighs.

"Y/N.." Colin called now, attempting to catch your attention once again, you shushing him almost immediately.

You honestly didn't bother to shift your attention towards what Colin was saying, well that was before you felt his pants dampen up under you, warm fuzzy liquids spreading all over him.

"You c-came on yourself?"

"No.."

"What's this then?" you questioned before unzipping his pants and shoving your hand in his briefs, gathering some of his cum in between your fingers and bringing it up to view. "You came on yourself from me simply touching your thighs Zable?" you affirm before he denied your claim. "I k-kinda like when you y-yell at.. me.. and call me names.." he admitted in between pants, not having the balls to look into your eyes as he spoke.

You only giggled at his lack of dominance underneath you, having fully cummed on himself when you barely even touched him and just called him pathetic little names.

"You're a fucking disappointment Colin, you know that right?"

"Y-yes I know.. Y/N.."

"You deserve nothing for being such a piece of shit."

"Y-.. more..please. more.."

You would've never thought the man who'd been bothering you for all those months to have such a hypersensitive degrading kink. It all adds up now, why he'd tense up to his boss yelling at him, why he loved annoying the shit out of you. Whole time he was waiting for you to snap at him, and well who would've known shit would've ended up his way.

Colin wanted nothing but for you to full on dominate him, for you to take control over every little bone in his body. He was willing to do anything you'd ask him to, he'd bow down and kiss your feet if you'd asked him to for god's sake. The thought of making him your literal sex puppet brough nothing but an internal flame into your core, producing an evil smirk to form on your lips onto the man you were just a few inches away from.

"god you're so beautiful when you're in pain." you announce before attaching your lips to his drooly ones, the two of you ravaging eachothers mouths immediately. Zable only melted under the kiss, slightly lifting his hand up towards your breasts, soon letting it drop onto his lap in cowardness.

"you can touch me." you break the kiss to give your consent, allowing his firmed hand grip onto your right breast as he exhilaratedtly sighed to the soft feeling. Colin gripped on you like his life depended on it, as you lifted your leg onto the left side of his thigh prepping yourself down into a straddle, him groaning to finally feeling some contact against his member.

Colin was a moaning mess already, your dripping clothed cunt aligned with his sensitve clothed tip was driving him over the edge as he grew impatient attaching his large hands onto your hips in attempt of grinding you onto him. Although you knew you had him wrapped around your finger you allowed him to grind up to you, his second releasing nearing rapidly.

"oh.. fuck.." groaned Colin as you two dry humped eachother for several minutes now, your purpose being making him suffer but letting yourself get into the pleasure also, as you animalisticly removed his dressing shirt, popping some buttons out along the way. You then manage to remove yours also whilst gripping onto his short sweaty hair.

"Is that all you can do? huh? not enough." you degrade, producing his rhythm to increase making you groan excitedly. Colin's one soft puppy but he'll for certain make sure you're needs are satisfied as well as his.

Didn't take long for you to moan along with him, feeling his bulge twitch under you, as he came yet again collapsing underneath you.

"Colin."

"..y-yes?"

"you're an amazing little slut."

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kinda wanna highkey make another part to this but we'll see how it goess

#evan peters #mare of easttown #colinzable #true detective #submission #fanfic #x dom!reader #smut writing #smut roleplay #dirty imagine #smut

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samadiw · 3 years

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Knickers - Part 03 - Yellow Knickers 💛

Yellow?

Fucking yellow?

She didnt have yellow knickers, she didnt have yellow anything and it wasnt like she could stroll into Hogsmeade and buy a pair.

Hermione pulls out her drawer of knickers, for a girl who didnt get it on much, she had a drawer full of colourful undies, one must always feel good in what covers your twat.

She gingerly picks up a scanty almost see through black pair of knickers, well, they would have to do.

Placing the pair on the bed, she reaches for her wand and waves it over the undergarment, the colour instantly changes from black to dark yellow.

Hermione grins, it looks better than she expected.

H : "Not bad..."

She flops down on the bed and thinks of Malfoy's cock for what seemed like the hundredth time that day.

The fucker had no shame in just whipping it out in front of her, his crass boldness turned her on, he didn't care to tip toe around her as if she would shatter into a million pieces.

Her toes curl with wanting, he would widen her nicely, she had always been told she was tight.

Damn that bloody Malfoy cock.

*******

T : "The fuck man."

B : "Don't you get sick of losing?"

T : "You're cheating, I know it."

B : "Its wizards chess, you just suck."

T : "I have to meet Luna but once I'm back, I want a bloody rematch."

B : "Let's make it interesting, care to place a bet?"

T : "10 Galleons?"

B : "My house elf makes 10 times that, you bloody cheapskate."

T : "Later."

B : "Use protection, we don't want crummy chess players being added to the population."

T : "Fuck you, Zabini."

Draco walks in towelling his hair

B : "Ah, want to grab a butter beer?"

D : "Sure, mate."

Throws a bottle at Draco and he catches it expertly.

D : "So, whats the name of the new broad?"

B : "Patil..."

D : "Nice."

B : "Is Weasley still banging Granger?"

D : "Haven't a clue."

B : "She's looking rather fine this year."

Draco tightens his hold on the bottle and takes a long swig.

Blaise didnt know the half of it.

The next morning

T : "Fuck, are you ready to leave?"

D : "Yeah, I've got some, unm...work to do."

What he wanted to do was claim his seat in the Great Hall before someone else did.

B : "Well, I'm ready, I'll come with you, Theo, do hurry up bitch."

T : "Yeah, yeah, I'm hurrying."

They walk into the Great Hall and find it half full.

A bunch of 3rd years are sitting in Draco's usual place.

The blonde towers over the younger students and hisses darkly.

D : "Move, now!"

The adolescent boys trip over themselves in their haste to get up.

"Yes, Mr Malfoy, sir."

"Right away."

"So sorry."

Blaise and Draco slide into the seat.

B : "I think the tall one wet his pants."

D : "Respect, Blaise, must be taught when young."

B : "Theres a fine line between respect and bullying."

D : "Potato, potahto."

B : "Why the fuck do you keep looking at the entrance?"

D : "For Nott, ofcourse."

Blaise raises a brow and grins.

B : "Sure you are..."

Hermione links her arm through Ron's and he whispers a funny joke into her ear, she throws her head back in laughter.

From across the hall she can feel steely grey eyes watching her every movement.

She locks eyes with the ice blonde and bites her lip.

Settling down in her usual spot, Hermione looks at Draco through hooded eyes and challenges him.

Draco smirks, fucking showtime.

He's about to drop something when a voice cuts into his train of thought.

PS : "Mr Malfoy."

Fuck..

D : "Yes, Professor Slughorn?"

PS : "Come with me, boy, I need your rather unique potion making skills."

Come on, no, no...

D : "Now?"

Slughorn raises a brow.

PS : "Yes, now..."

Draco glances at Hermione desperately.

Did the old codger have to fuck up his morning?

Draco weakly protests

D : "But sir, I'm um..hungry."

Hungry for Grangers cunt.

PS : "Now! Before I start deducting points off Slytherin."

The bloody bastard.

Draco gets to his feet

D : "Fine."

Hermione looks on in disappointment, brings her legs together and watches Malfoy trail after Slughorn miserably.

The fuming Slytherin throws a look of annoyance her way before exiting the hall after the potions master.

Draco misses his first two lessons because of Slughorn's potions emergency, he is still at it when his year piles into the classroom.

He wipes his brow and looks up, Hermione grins and pats the seat next to her suggestively.

It wouldn't do to openly sit next to the Gryffindor without a bunch of questions being asked.

Draco coughs to distract everyone else and shakes his head, Hermione frowns, rolls her eyes and pulls out her books.

PS : "Good job, Mr Malfoy."

Draco replies in frustration.

D : "Yeah, no problem, Professor."

He gathers this things and sits next to Theo.

The class drones on and by the end of it Draco has dozed off more than once.

Theo nudges him and hisses.

T : "For fuck sake, get up."

The class ends and the exhausted students leave the dungeons and make their way to lunch before the next round of classes start.

Hermione studiously avoids Draco, she wouldn't go to him, let him come to her.

Refusing to sit with her, who the bloody hell did he think he was?

She steps into the abandoned girls bathroom to fix her hair and wash the tiredness off her face.

It takes but a second.

The door opens, closes with a bang and a heavy firm body presses up against her back.

Shocked at first, Hermione reaches for her wand but she looks up to see Draco grinning smugly at her.

She turns around and shoves him

H : "What the fuck do you think you're doing?"

D : "Isn't it obvious?"

H : "This is the girls lavatory."

D : "I'm aware."

H : "Get away from me, you pervert."

D : "I haven't seen your knickers today, Granger."

H : "And you're not going to see them now."

D : "Oh, I beg to differ."

He places firm hands on her waist, lifts her and settles her on the counter.

Hermione lashes out

H : "Have you lost your damn mind?"

Draco winks.

D : "Possibly."

Hermione tries to hop down.

H : "I'm not playing this bloody game."

Draco holds her in place, his long fingers brush gently along her skin and edge upwards.

He pushes up the school skirt so it bunches around her waist and stares at the bright yellow undie hugging her pussy lips, outlining every dip and curve.

Draco swallows hard, up close she looks absolutely breathtaking.

H : "There, you saw them, are you satisfied?"

D : "Immensely, yellow might be my new favourite colour."

H : "Very funny, now let me go."

D : "Not so fast, pet."

He runs a long finger down her material covered slit.

Hermione gasps and a involuntary moan escapes her full lips.

She comes back to her senses and scolds.

H : "Stop it, anyone could walk in."

Draco rolls his eye, waves his wand and distinctive click echoes through the quiet bathroom.

He grins mischievously.

D : "Problem solved."

He continues to rub enticing circles around the flesh of her inner thighs.

D : "I wonder if you taste as good as you look."

H : "You wouldn't..."

D : "Oh, I would and you will love it."

He peels down her panties, leaving a trail of fire where his fingers touch her skin.

Draco puts Hermione smooth legs over his shoulders and bends to give her exposed cunt a quick lick.

Hermione gasps as he delves inside her with the tip of his tongue.

He gives her clit a quick flick and proceeds to eat her out generously.

Holy fuck, was Malfoy licking her cunt?

Oh, so good, so bloody good.

D : "You taste divine, let's see what makes you come."

Hermione's breathing elevates, she surrenders to the blonde licking her to glory.

The noises he makes as he moves his tongue echo in her head and fuel her pending release.

H : "Malfoy...."

D : "Wet, so fucking wet."

They have 4 minutes and 26 seconds before their next class.

Draco figures he needs 3 minutes tops to fuck her with his talented tongue and feel her orgasm on it.

D : "You taste fucking amazing."

He parts her pussy lips with his tongue again and begins to lap at her eager wetness.

Moving slowly, he uses the tip of his tongue to circle her ever receptive bud.

His tongue slips and he's rewarded with a loud moan.

Ah, so that's the spot.

Draco relentlessly tongues Hermione till she squirms.

He wants to look at her, keeping up his ministrations he braved a look at the witch whispering his name.

She was shuddering above him, her body wracked in pleasure.

Head thrown back, wild curls around her face, fuck...she looked stunning.

Her eyes closed, thighs spread wide and hands massaging her breasts and pinching her nipples.

This was a sight he could get used to.

H : "There, oh fuck...don't stop..."

H : "Oh...mm...I'm going to come."

Music to his ears, he takes her swollen bud between his lips and sucks hard.

D : "Let go, baby."

Hermione lets out a cry, grabs a fistful of Draco's hair and comes crashing down around him.

Only after she rode her high and stilled did he wipe her dripping juices off his chin and get to his feet.

H : "Well, that was..."

She hopes off the counter and attempts to stand on wobbly legs.

Draco licks his cum stained lips and grins.

D : "Something else."

H : Yes, something else.

Draco muses .

D: "And we havent even kissed yet."

Post orgasm bliss aside, Hermione asks.

H : "Why didn't you sit next to me? Do you still think me dirty?"

Dirty, was the woman mad? She fucking came in his mouth and he couldn't believe the words that were coming out of her mouth.

Draco pulls Hermione close and kisses her.

The kiss is no gentle exchange between lovers, its hard, fast and demanding

He pries her stubborn lips open with his tongue and slips it in to seek the inner sweetness, they grab onto each other fighting for dominance, until, she breaks free and surfaces for air.

Draco nibbles on the heated flesh of her neck and whispers.

D : "That's your cum you taste on my tongue, do you honestly believe your blood status means fuck all to me?"

He places a tender kiss to her lips

D : Actually, I wanted to spare you the embarrassment of mingling with an ex Death Eater.

Hermione shoves him playfully.

H : "Sod it, sit with me tomorrow."

D : "You dig your own grave, Granger."

A distinctive tent decorated Draco's trousers, he cups the bulge and adjusts his painfully hard erection.

H : "Oh, you're still hard, let me..."

D : "We don't have time."

Hermione's face falls in disappointment and Draco smirks.

D : "Don't worry about it, you can make up for it tomorrow."

Draco picks up the discarded yellow knickers and pockets them.

D : "I'm keeping these by the way."

H : "You cant be serious?"

D : "I rather enjoy the thought of you walking about the castle knickerless."

H : "You fucking smug prat."

D : "Blue is my favourite colour, Granger."

Draco lifts the spell and walks out.

Funny, she would've bet her left tit that it was black.

#dramione #draco and hermione #draco x hermione #hermione granger #draco lucius malfoy #dramionefandom #dramionefanart #dramione smut #dramione fanfic

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wlw-lovestruck-fiction · 3 years

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I'd like to see how you think Vinca would admit she has feelings for MC, as if she couldn't take it anymore and admits to being in love with her.

“So you didn’t come to nag at me? At all? You’re just… just going to sit there? Silent?”

As she had done for the past hour, Vinca thoroughly ignored you. Never mind the fact that this was your shop, during your shift. You had gotten accustomed to Vinca hanging out here, to her snark and jokes and intense gaze, but today she was…

Weird.

“I like this silence,” you muse, tinkering with the price tags on some of the bikes. “I feel like I can actually think, for once. It’s amazing what not being insulted every second does for your humor. Didn’t think I’d ever feel peace with you on the same room.”

The silence stretched, thick. It irks you, makes you shift uncomfortably.

“Then again, having you like this is just so weird. Did something happen? Something must have happened. Was it Laz again? What did he do?”

You turn your head just slightly. Vinca jerks her head to the side, blue eyes as hard as little diamonds, staring into the door so hard you’re afraid it’ll burst into flames.

Did you just catch Vinca staring at you…?

“Okey, what’s up? You’re creeping me out.”

Vinca was the sort of person to run you over with her opinion or thoughts, never afraid of the consequences, her pride a stubborn shield. It didn’t make sense for her to hesitate, to keep silent.

“If you don’t tell-”

The bell jingles. You sigh, standing up, going to greet the costumers. It’s a little boy, vibrating in place, eyes darting around everything offered in the store. His mother walks in a moment later, giving you a small, apologetic smile.

As you help the boy decide what bike he likes the most, your gaze wanders towards Vinca again, catching how fast her gaze drops towards her phone.

You’re so kicking her out for creeping you out later. Once you finish your shift, you might coax what’s troubling her so much with some ice cream and that movie she likes.

“Will I faster than mum’s car with this, miss?”

You blink down, a delighted smile spreading over your face. “What?” You giggle, crouching, too focused on the little kid to notice how Vinca reacts to the sound, eyes snapping towards you, wide with wonder. “Oh, I don’t know. How fast are you?”

He puffs out his chest. “Faster than The Flash!”

His mother gets this blank expression, probably recalling some sort of accident. You recognize it well enough – it’s the same expression your mom always gets when she talks about the pot incident you had had when you were small.

The next few minutes are spent lightly teasing the boy, his mom admonishing him from running around so much, and a successful purchase moments later.

“Remember to drive safe!” You shout, just before the door closes.

“He’ll probably crash,” Vinca huffs, somewhere behind you.

“Oh, so now you’re talking?”

When you turn, your first thought is that Vinca probably is sick and that’s why she has been acting so weird. After all, how else would you explain the red tinting her cheeks, spreading down her neck?

She’s a full-body blusher, huh, you muse, momentarily distracted.

Hold on… full-body… Blush? Wait, Vinca is blushing?

“Is everything-”

“You’re- You’re good with kids.” She interrupts, gaze wandering.

“Not really, he was just…” Your eyes narrow, catching the way she’s moving. Slow. Uncertain. “Don’t change the topic. Why are you-”

“Shut up for one second, okay?” She snaps, back to her usual self. You blink, confused but not startled, used to her abrupt change in humor. “I just.” A pause. Her eyes flick towards you, and she takes a deep breath. “Let’s go somewhere else.”

“I’m in the middle of my shift-”

One snap of her fingers, and a demon materializes near the counter, expressionless.

“You have to be kidding-”

Her hand snaps towards your arm, claiming it in a vice-like grip. Vinca proceeds to drag you out of the store and into her car, occasionally adjusting her grip and making it gentler, and you only sigh and follow her, deciding do keep silent for now.

Seems like we’re getting that ice cream a bit sooner.

Curiously, Vinca doesn’t head to that ice cream parlor you usually frequent, choosing instead to lead you out of town. The place she wants to go instantly clicks in your mind, memories of a fight – the fight where you had first learned of demons’ existence – flashing behind your eyes.

“Are you going to perform another ritual?”

“No.” Vinca says, dryly. “I would never do something to hurt you.” There’s a pause, but you don’t make any comments. You can tell she’s not quite done talking. “When… when I did it the first time… the ritual, I mean. And it- when it didn’t work out, and you got hurt – cursed with being Dorran’s vessel, I felt so… miserable. I’m not any better than him. Considering how I acted, and all.”

“Hey, you helped me get exorcised. That must count for something.”

“I could have done it sooner.” She huffs. You can see her eyes darken, lost in memory

You shrug. “You were desperate, back then. And you’ve changed a lot. You actually care about me now, for one.”

Her lips thin. “Yes.”

That makes your thoughts skid into a stop. You expected her to huff, glare at you, and say something similar to ‘don’t let it get to your head, pipsqueak, you aren’t that important’.

But Vinca doesn’t look like she’s going to add anything of the sort, so you just stare at her, mouth agape.

“Did you just admit you care about me?”

You see her take a deep breath, feel how her grip tightens against the steering wheel. Her gaze is locked on the road, resolute. “Is that too hard to believe?”

You begin to say yes only to clam up when you detect the edge on her voice. “I’m just… surprised. You don’t usually admit how you, uh, how…”

“That’s going to change, starting now.” She says, guiding the car to a gentle stop near the abandoned factory where everything had transpired. She motions at you to get out of the car and heads inside at a brisk pace. You fumble with your seatbelt and hurry to follow.

The shadows loom, threateningly. Your gaze is drawn towards the center of the room, the traces of a circle barely visible. “I’m listening, then. To everything you have to say.”

You join her, sitting just a few meters near the entrance, backs against some boxes left there a lifetime ago. Vinca closes her eyes and sighs, deeply, and you only watch her. Watch the arch of her back, the knives on her dress glinting against the pale beams of light that manage to sneak through the windows.

“Just a heads up, but I didn’t expect this.” She finally says, after minutes of silence. “I thought I had better tastes.”

“In… what? Abandoned factories?”

“No, in- agh, just listen. I used to think you were someone I’d enjoy breaking, you know? In the show.”

“Oh yeah, I remember all your challenges.”

“But you turned out to be tougher than you look. And smarter, too, even if you sometimes make dumb decisions. Like following me to an abandoned factory minutes before a ritual.”

“I didn’t know you were going to-! But okey, yeah, fair point. It was a bit stupid. I should have called the cops on you.”

“Right, well. And then you powered through Dorran’s manipulation – I have to hand it to you, that was pretty badass. And throughout it all, you’ve… I used to think you were after me because you wanted an adventure. I mean, I’m hot, I’m rich. What more is there to love? But-” She throws you significant glare when she sees your mouth open, and you obediently close it so she can continue, “I understand now that it was never about the adventure. You just… wanted to get to know me. Not Pride, just me. Not the woman involved with demons, and not the woman involved with ghosts. You just wanted me, as I am, imperfect. And you never… you were never pushy about it. I could see it in your eyes, how you were connecting the dots about everything, but you never used it against me.”

“I never would have,” you mutter, gently. Vinca’s breath comes out in quick puffs of air. She’s visibly nervous, twirling one of her tiny knives between her fingers, her blush beginning to spread over her chest.

“You… somehow, you… I’ve felt it before, you know. Flings. Something destined to shatter when the other person can’t put up with me anymore, but with you, it’s… it’s different. I don’t feel like it will shatter. You keep me on my toes but I never feel like I will fall. You make me feel alive when all I want is to hide myself from everything. Somehow, I…I’ve come to love you. I’m honestly impressed, pipsqueak. I really thought I had better tastes.”

“What can I say?” You shrug, trying to be smooth but failing because your heart is thundering against your ears, your voice too soft out of the sheer wonder you are feeling right now. “Doing the unexpected is my passion.”

“You are too damn dorky.” Vinca hisses, turning her head just slightly. “I am ashamed of myself for loving- for falling in love with someone like you.”

You reach for her, and she lets you guide her so your eyes meet, sparkling blue against warm chocolate. You inch a bit closer, feeling her warmth envelop you. “Didn’t you just say I’m impressive?”

“I’m taking it back.”

“No can do, Wren. You fell in love with me despite, or should I say because, of my dorkiness. I’d say your bitchiness and my dorkiness complement each other quite nicely.”

Vinca groans. You can feel the vibrations of her voice travel down your hand, making you smirk even more, leaning closer, closer-

“Why did it have to be you?” She laments, but closes the distance despite it all, her movements intense and sure and glad. You can feel the heat of her skin, of her blush, pressed against yours as she quickly takes control of the kiss, pushing you backwards, curling herself around you.

Happiness surges inside of you. You smile into the kiss, melting against her.

You’ve both come a long way. This place, gray with memories of a fight, quickly takes on another meaning. One of acceptance, of overcoming challenges that kept both of you rooted into the past. With Vinca, you feel like you can finally leave it all behind.

#Anonymous #answered #vinca wren #swm vinca #lovestruck #lovestruck swm #sin with me #swm #lovestruck vinca #fluff #touching thursday #vinca x mc #lovestruck fanfiction

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The Act of LordE: Part-4

Wrecking Ball

〜Izuku & Bakugou x Reader

Summary: [y/n] moves to her dream city having abundant hopes. Her encounter with Katsuki Bakugou, sends unsettling ripples through her life. Determined to earn an apology for her boyfriend, Izuku Midoriya, she gets into a game with Katsuki. Will the game remain a simple game even at the stake of her love life?

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A/n: Gee. Sorry for the long gap. An exam I was supposed to take next month was moved up, got sick and much more. I wrote this in a hurry, was tryna get out of this shityy overthinking loop. Idk how it turned out. Lemme know. Okay? - Bau

Bakugou & [y/n] were at his house again. [y/n] had had a busy day. She had a bunch of deadlines to meet at the university and had to run errands for her boss at work. All she wanted to do was go straight home and collapse in bed. But, when Bakugou asked her to wait up, she did.

'What's another hour of work?'

she thought and followed him to his place.

Bakugou was arranging the pieces on the board, stealing glances of her whenever he could. He saw that the hickey had healed. He wondered if he should make another one or proceed with his elaborate plan. He had sure spent more time than he should have, on the order of his claims. While he was busy plotting, [y/n] held her hurting shoulder and winced in pain, sighing impatiently.

"Can't wait to lose again?"

Bakugou smirked as he signaled her to make the first move. [y/n] was too tired to give a comeback, she'd rather spend her remnant energy on the game.

The game was shorter than the first one. [y/n]'s brain had given up long before and physically too, her facial expressions showed nothing but tiredness. She waited for Bakugu to claim his reward. Bakugou rose without uttering a single word and walked behind her. He set the timer and lazily threw the clock to her lap. He rested his hands on her shoulders, squeezing them softly. He bent down to get closer to [y/n]'s ears and whispered,

"I claim your shoulders."

Katsuki gently put pressure using his thumbs, making tiny circles, shifting a few times, to spot the knots.

"Oh yes! Right there!" [y/n] groaned as Kachan started massaging the most tensed area. Her head slightly touching his groin as she lifted it, giving in to the pleasures of the shoulder massage. Bakugou shifted, trying to dissolve the awkwardness. But, [y/n] had bearly noticed.

"Ummm...Yeah...More...More... Yeah!..Yeaaah..... That's it...Ummmm...Yess."

"Shut up, freak!" He finally blurts out in a loud voice, not able to contain it any longer.

[y/n] immediately slumps her mouth, realizing how noisy she had been.

I must have pissed him off

[y/n] thought. She wasn't wrong.

Katsuki was indeed pissed at how helpless he was with all the blood rushing through his cheeks and core. In his heart, which seemed to burst at any moment now, he knew. He knew he was hopelessly smitten by [y/n].

BEEP.BEEP.

The alarm brought Katsuki back to reality. He quickly moved his hands away and went into the bathroom. He returned a few minutes later with two cans of energy drink.

"Here." He placed one in front of [y/n] and opened the other for himself as he sat down.

"Thank you." [y/n] casually says as she gulped down the energy drink.

Bakugou didn't respond until after his drink was over.

"One more."

"Hm?"

"Play another game."

He almost commanded [y/n] as he wiped his mouth off with his hand and began arranging the pawns even before she could respond.

'Another massage perhaps?'

[y/n] had never been this optimistic, not since Katsuki entered her life, at least.

'How messed up are his stars today that he's being nice to me!'

She thought and nodded. Not that her approval mattered much at the moment.

Katsuki was less chatty during the game, He hardly even spoke. When he cornered [y/n]'s king. He looked up and claimed his prize.

Katsuki had thought long and hard. He knew she wasn't the kind who gave up easily. He had planned to torment [y/n] with every claim, leaving her wondering what he will do next. He had the beginner's luck but, when he used up his win to massage her sore shoulders, everything came crumbling down. He wasn't sure why he wanted to see her hurt when today, he couldn't stand the sight of her suffering and ran to comfort her.

'If I gonna suck at plucking one apple at a time, I might as well as shake the fuck out of the tree.'

"Legs."

[y/n] wasn't sure if she heard it right.

"My what now?" she squeaked.

"Your Goddamn legs."

Katsuki appeared annoyed to have to repeat his claim.

"Now hurry up." He said, patting his lap impatiently.

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guigz1-coldwar · 3 years

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'Necessary risks' : New chapter for "Redemption in a Spirit in a Cold War" is out !

"Necessary risks"

"You will see, Yirina ! I will bring you to home like I always told you...with me !"

Chapter Summary : After Yirina was put to sleep by Freya, she discovered that her & Stitch are planning something that awaked her worst fears in life and she needs...hope....

To read it on AO3, click here !

Words : +3200

Taglist : @snowgoldwaylon , @clxudtea , @efingart

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They know that I have lied about my state, that I knew about everything since 3 years and even with that in mind, they still want to have me back in their lines, to fight again under Perseus's wings but I refuse that, I told Freya in the face that I will never come back in their ranks, not after everything that happened to me but they're obstinate....Freya is obstinate. Stitch & her....they're planning to get me back by force since I'm not willing to help....I'm going to be drugged again, brainwashed again....I want to find hope but my situation is getting worst, they're claiming to help me, they're just destroying me....

After Stitch assured to me that I'm belonging to Perseus, he started to drug me along with Freya who came back as they wanted to see how much the drugs effects were reacting in me and how they were going to proceed for the next few days. This was going to be my usual days now : getting attached to that strecther and be drugged to see how I'm reacting....They have done this for....3 days....3 long days on that stretcher, with them trying to find an way to break into my mind without killing me.

At each end of an day, they were bringing back to my cell and each time, I wasn't able to move away from my bed, feeling the drugs in me, almost unconscious, unresponsive. I didn't speak one word in three days and Sonya who usually come at some points in some days before they start to drug me, they weren't coming anymore, probably kept away and Park....Park, I don't want to lose her, she's the only thing in here that is giving me hope but when my hope is also harmed...I'm feeling to start to lose my own will....

I found myself back into the same place that has changed my life, the day that he decided to put me down for 'the greater good' : that cliffside at Solovetsky. It was the same thing as before except that this time, I could see the beginning of the conversation that Adler had with me...with Bell while me, I was an unseen spectator. All that talk, saying that I was an hero, that I did sacrifices that day....how many crap this man gave me in an few moments, it was making me sick to hear him saying to me.

And then, that moment happened again, the two of us drawing our guns before the time stopped like it did last time. Before 'Bell' was getting unfreezed out of time, I decided to put myself to sit near the edge, awaiting for her to come to life, having an talk with my own self. I was maybe going crazy to do that in my mind....but at least, I'm talking with someone.

"They're really going to do this again, aren't they ?" I heard 'Bell's voice behind me, meaning that she was now alive as I didn't flinch from her voice....my voice.

"They think that it's the good thing to do, Bell." I replied in an low voice, my hands on the ground as Bell was coming near me. "They want to break us."

"By using the MK-Ultra program...." Bell whispered as I slowly turned around to see her, sitting on the spot she was, not having moved at all. "I guess that this douchebag is going to be happy with that." She cursed, looking at the still frozen Adler, drawing his gun.

"If only we didn't follow him here, we could have avoided all of this." I exclaimed, spreading my arms to make Bell look around but her look was still on him. "You're thinking of something ?" I asked her, seeing her curious face.

"I've been thinking that our life...before all of this....it was already broken." She stated, turning her head to look at me with sadness on her face. "You...me....we tried to hold on with our friends and we got carried away by the CIA." She added, before getting up from her spot to walk next to me. "Adler just wanted to finish what Perseus started on us."

"I don't know, maybe you're right !" I breathed before I got up too but my mind....I wasn't ready to talk about this. "I don't know what to think right now." I claimed, making an few steps behind Adler. "Look at what they're doing to us."

"I know." She said in an very low voice, looking down at her feets.

"We both know that." I spoke up, raising my voice without real reasons. "I'm trying to make sure that we will get out of this hell alive but I'm hopeless and I can't do anything." I told her , looking away to the sea. "I'm fully crazy."

"How you can be sure that you're crazy ?" Bell demanded at me, making me look at her with narrowed eyes.

"Look at where I am and at who I'm talking too." I responded, spreading my arms again for them. I was maybe real crazy and I don't know if someone can counter me on that. "Talking with my own self, Bell while standing in the place that costed us 3 years !" I proclaimed, scratching the back of my neck with my left hand.

"You want help, that's the thing you're seeking for." Bell explained, making an single step towards me. "We both want that." She added in an clear voice.

"And by talking to you, I'm getting help ? You're just myself." I snorted, feeling tears coming out of my eyes because I didn't want to be too rude here. "I've been keeping fighting for years, I opened my eyes too late and....I'm just trying to survive while almost everyone is trying to kill me."

"CIA, Perseus...they're both the same." Bell claimed, joining her hands together. "Both claiming that they want to help us in our lifes and in result, they put out the pieces to broke us more." She continued as she removed the gloves that was covering her left hand, to see the burn mark on it...our burn mark as I look at it too on my own hand. "An lot of things happened in our life, good or bad."

"And the world only want me to remember the bad ones." I sniffed, my eyes on my hand, wanting that mark to disappear.

"This..." Bell started, pointing at her hand. "It's from an bad day and it caused us to hide this hand from everyone because we were afraid." She told me, throwing her glove of this hand aside on the ground. "And that scar you had, it's because of what Adler did." She pointed her hand towards the scar on the side of my head.

"I don't know how to feel about it." I passed my hand through the scar, wondering if I want to keep it or remove it from my life but this and that burn mark can't be erased. "That place is...I don't know if we can move away from here." I suggested.

"Yeah, let's go to another one." Bell took an deep breath until suddenly, I suffered like an blackout, causing me to not see an thing until I could reopen my eyes.

We were now....on that airstrip in Turkey....two months before the events in Solovetsky and now, it was me & Bell who were acting as spectators of the whole scene : we could see Arash Kadivar shoot at us before leaving us for dead and the chaos that followed, Freya coming back an few minutes after to took our ring and left us dead too until the scene stopped when Adler found us in that truck. We were both silent and attentive but I could feel the pain that wanted to cry out at every seconds of that moment.

"This is how he found us." Bell started, breaking the silence between us as she was slowly walking towards the truck where I was with Adler near it. "He maybe thought that we were somehow lucky to have survived with 3 bullets in us." She added.

"He could have let us die." I suggested but Bell shook her head.

"No, that wasn't an solution for him and for us, Yirina." She protested, leaning herself against the truck, her eyes on Adler. "That was the best chance of his life to have someone this close to Perseus, he wouldn't miss it." She gestured with her fingers, almost making an round with her right thumb & index.

"Yeah but why did we never talk ?" I asked Bell even if her & me were the same person, she couldn't have the answer. "We were trying to defect, we were going to speak but something happened."

"But that something is hard to know." She whispered, looking back at me.

"That little something caused us to be brainwashed by Adler, that little something broke us and maybe because of it, it would break us more." I stated, falling on my knees as the feeling of defeat were taking over me. "We lost our hope to get out, nothing is coming to save us."

"No one." Bell repeated in an low voice, also in defeat with me.

"They have rescued Adler but us...they're leaving us like that." I exclaimed, passing my hand through my face to clean it from any tears but nothing couldn't stop them. "Park is going to suffer the same fate, she needs us and we need her but...they're breaking us apart."

"They want us to became something that we were never have been." She snorted as I could see that me & her were feeling the same things, now taking the same tone. "We're both broken but we can try to put the pieces back together."

"And how ?" I cried towards her as she start to slowly move towards me.

"Listen." She started after arriving in front of me, going back on her knees. "We're not going to get help from outside but you're going to find help in the inside." She told me, putting her hands on my arms. "The following fight you will do is going to be inside of you."

"I don't know." I whispered, looking down before she put her hand on my chin to make me look at her, trying to recomfort me.

"You can't let them get in your mind, Yirina." She ordered in an serious voice, still holding me. "You need to show them that you're the one in control, that you're strong enough but first...." She stopped herself as she closed her eyes before looking in the dark skies of the night....

"You need to wake up !"

Her voice....my voice caused me to open my eyes back into the real world...back in this cell with me, almost exhausted after every of their damn tests to see how they can break me apart...finishing the work that Perseus started, that Adler wanted to finish until they're the ones who were going to do this for good. I have to resist but how ? My whole body isn't too responsive at the moment, only fully able to move my head and moving my legs & arms slowly, it wasn't hurting me, just that my moves were just slow.

I was able to turn around on the bed with the strenght I had in me but right at this moment I was finishe that the door was getting opened at my greatest horror, too late to move at my former position. It was...Stitch accompanied by Freya herself, both looking dead serious as they moved to get next to me, still standing up.

"The drugs effects must have been gone by now." Freya started, not even having an face of guilty on her face.

"She did really recover this fast from all of this but is she ready ?" Stitch asked to her and she nodded, looking at me with curiosity, seeing me in that state.

"Yes." She replied with an single word, turning around to look at him. "Breaking the subject's will and erasing their mind is a difficult and painful process." She added, saying it in an normal voice.

"Why...." I wanted to said but my voice was sounding so low that they couldn't hear me right.

"There's no back down, Freya." Stitch told her, pointing at her. "If we're doing this, we might risk to make her lose an large part of her memory." He explained to her, an bit worried. "We're already done this but she has already faced the program."

"It's an risk to take, an necessary one, Stitch !" She spoke up, joining her hands together as she moved aside to get at my head level. "We will help her to remember everything."

"You will do this to be honest !" He proclaimed, crossing his arms to her. "I'm not going to be around her every day, that's your job." He continued, making an sign to the outside.

"Why..." I tried to repeat before Freya put her hand on my face, making me stop in my attempt to talk, having found some strenght to speak better.

"No...don't talk." She ordered in an low voice as an stretcher was getting inside the room. "We're helping you." She reaffirmed before she go away from me. "It's good, we can bring her in the medical room." She finished as Stitch and another soldier moved to get me laid down on that stretcher before we could left the room.

Seeing myself attached to that stretcher, it was like seeing myself back at the first time the CIA were doing this to me. All the way to that room, I was almost blinded by every light of the long hallway they were making me go, only able to see the soldier that was pushing the stretcher along with Freya herself and all the way, she was only looking at me, not even removing her eyes of me but still having that serious and determined look to have me back at her side.

I couldn't resist here as we were arriving inside the medical room, seeing another empty stretcher in the room and they put me back at the same position they were putting me each day to drug me. I thought that it was going to be like every day but this time, they weren't already starting to do what they would do to me....this day was feeling very different right now.

"You still have the files for her brainwashing ?" Freya asked Stitch as he was leaned against the same control panel he slammed his fists days ago.

"No, my man will come in an few moments here." He replied, crossing his arms before looking at me. "Do you think she can hold on ?"

"No..." I whispered, thinking that this was going to kill me....this whole thing is killing me inside & outside.

"It's not for you to decide, Grigoriev !" He taunted me back in an dark voice.

"I think she can." She told him like that, speaking at my place as she was staying near me. "Your man has already got some success in here, I know it will work." She affirmed making me wonder what she was talking about. "The data we got from the Yamantau is very useful to us."

"It was very important for us, indeed." He said before suddenly, the door opened, revealing an masked man.

"Sir, I finished to look at the reports about Grigoriev." The masked man expressed, holding an notebook in his hands....that voice....it's familiar but who is it ?....

"Good, what did you find ?" Stitch demanded.

"I have to check the few files your men were able to steal from the CIA : it seems that she has some triggering memories." The man started as I was trying to find out who was that man, sounding too familiar. "The CIA used it to make her talk about the old base at Solovetsky."

"What do you think about them ?" Freya questioned the man.

"I guess that we can try to make them put on action and if everything goes fine, we would maybe be able to delete them but it will have an big consequence."

"She will lose her memories ?" The man nodded to Stitch's question.

"Since that she already faced that in her life...." He started as this voice was echoeing in my head until....

"Dedov ?" I spoke up, realizing that under this mask, it was Dedov....Zasha's brother...My voice caused everyone to stop in their moves. "Dedov, is that you ?" I repeated.

"Who are you ?" Dedov asked me back, sounding an bit disturbed. "Stitch, where do I know her ?" He demanded to him.

"Dedov, you don't know her." Stitch answered, putting his hand behind Dedov's back to reassure them. "She's our enemy and she's crazy." He claimed.

"But she knows my name, sir." Dedov told him in an low voice.

"She has learned of you, my friend." Stitch lied....making me realize the worst....Perseus brainwashed Dedov....those fuckers....

"No...you brainwashed him !" I started to shout, trying to struggle with my own links as Freya moved to keep me down. "You brainwashed him !" I yelled before Stitch put his hand on my mouth.

"You...are going to shut your fucking mouth !" He ordered in an harsh tone as he could see my eyes crying with full tears in them until the door opened again, revealing Park....hold by two soldiers.

"Let me go, you sick bastards !" She exclaimed loudly as the two were dragging her inside the room.

"Put her on the stretcher." Stitch told them and they complied as he was keeping his hand on my mouth, avoiding to speak any further. "See what you're doing to yourself and her, Grigoriev ?" He scoffed, feeling an bit of rage inside, moving hardly but useless.

"You can't do this !" Park shouted as she was getting attached by the two men. "I will kill everyone...." She wanted to continue until Freya moved by herself to put her own hand in front of Park's mouth.

"No, you listen to me, little british bitch !" Freya was sounding very angry in her voice, holding Park's mouth firmly. "You took my own Yiri and now, you will see what it's like to lose someone you love." She admitted as she make an sign to the two men. The two moved to put some tape on Park's mouth and forcing her to watch me getting through all of this.

"Sir, here's the injection you need." Dedov returned back to normal, holding an syringue in his hands.

"Thank you, my friend." Stitch thanked him, taking the syringue in his hands. "Where are we doing this ?" He asked, turning around to face Freya that was moving back to me...to hold tightly my head to not make me move.

"Through the eyesocket !" Freya responded, holding me and forcing my left eye open. "An injection to the brain could provoke seizures or worse." She added as Stitch were approaching me with his syringue.

"Let's do this." He whispered as he could insert the needle inside my left eye and like Adler did, I was now feeling weird, my vision getting troubled and Freya releasing her hold on me. "Come on Bell, you know how this think work, you needed to find that bunker." He started as my eyes were going to shut down at any second before the light above me blinded me.....

"Bell, we have an job to do !"

#cod bocw #cod cold war #cod black ops cold war #cod cw #call of duty cold war #cod #call of duty #cod bell #black ops cold war #fem!bell #yirina grigoriev #helen park

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*Trigger warning for the final song #10. 1-866-488-7386. trigger warning for mention of wanting to hurt yourself. General album warning for mentions of hate crimes without details.*

Shortly after a hate crime occurs in their shared hometown of Derry, Maine, the band writes a special album in rememberance of the victim, Adrian Mellon. The whole band identifies as queer in some way and experienced the hate in their hometown, so they say they couldn't not write this album. Richie Tozier, lead singer and tambourine player, claims the songs came to them almost immediately and the album was written in three days. He claims to have brought up a lot of traumatic memories in these lyrics and refuses to discuss it when questioned. He says that it's already in the songs and he's not ready to fully talk about it yet. All proceeds of the album go towards LGBTQ+ charities fighting against hate crimes and violence. Later, after its release, Shark Puppy holds a charity concert. Their backdrop is a wall off sewn together pride flags with the names of victims of hate crimes written on them. At the end of the concert, they release a thousand red balloons in Adrian's honor during a moment of silence.

Track List

1. Rainbow Vapors written by Stanley Uris. An incredibly sad and insightful song about violence against the LGBTQ+ community and how some just disappear like vapors and are quickly forgotten. Uris states the importance of not letting their stories disappear and to never stop saying their names. Features Uris beautifully playing the harp, an instrument not before heard from Uris. Vocals on record by Stanley Uris.

2. I Heart Derry written by William 'Big Bill' Denbrough. An angry rock song about the dangers of being queer in a small town. The loss of childhood, taken by fear and hate. Denbrough later elaborates on Derry's merchandise sold at various, baring the slogan/song title. He says it always felt like the opposite of how everyone around him felt. Vocals on record by William 'Big Bill' Denbrough and Richie Tozier.

3. Red Balloons written by Mike Hanlon and Ben Hanscom. At the bridge where Adrian was brutally murdered, there were red balloons found scattered about the area. Hanlon and Hanscom write about how fast life can be taken away, popped like a red balloon. The tune is haunting and the lyrics are simple, but significant. Vocals on record by Mike Hanlon and Ben Hanscom.

4. Missing Poster Boy wriiten by Richie Tozier. Tozier claims he had a nightmare the night he found out about Adrian. He dreamt of being the next kid on a missing poster, forgotten and dead. He said he hasn't had a dream like that since he was a kid. It is rumored that he locked himself inside the recording studio alone for 18 hours straight and emerged with this rock infused opera song full of abstract imagery and synth music. He once again brilliantly plays every instrument on this somber and trippy track. A song about being scared of being the next one to die or to lose someone he loves. Vocals on record by Richie Tozier.

5. The Other Side of the Kissing Bridge written by Eddie Kaspbrak and Richie Tozier. The couple has written a song based on the well known story of them both carving each other's initials into a local 'kissing bridge' at thirteen without the other's knowledge. A sad follow-up to their previous hit, 'Kissing Bridge' about the dangers of exposing their love. The couple claims to have been assaulted on several occassions for being gay as children. A love song about danger and hope. Vocals on record by Eddie Kaspbrak and Richie Tozier.

6. Homophobes are Ugly written by Beverly Marsh and Richie Tozier. At first, the song seems to be light and playful, poking fun at bigots and using small insults to brush them off. However, it builds quickly and eventually turns into screaming and begging cries to stop. Calling them monsters, animals, inhuman. Heart wrenching and almost difficult to listen to. The raw emotion displayed by Marsh and Tozier is unprecendented and intense. Vocals on record by Beverly Marsh and Richie Tozier.

7. Street Fighter written by Richie Tozier. This song talks of a young crush. Puppy love, trying to get their attention, and innocence. The subject of the song wants to play an arcade game with his crush and keeps asking, but is eventually rejected. Tozier refuses to explain the song's meaning, saying 'It's right there, I don't know how else to f'ing explain it.' It is unclear if this is a true story, a dream, or a metaphor. Vocals on record by Richie Tozier.

8. The Leper written by Eddie Kaspbrak. Kaspbrak reflects on growing up during the AIDS crisis in the 1980s and the fear of being dirty and sick. By the end of the track, Kaspbrak admits that he has realized one truth: it is not him who is dirty, but the world for making him hate himself. Vocals on record by Eddie Kaspbrak.

9. Adrian's Song written by All Members. A song in rememberance of Adrian Mellon. Written with the help of Adrian's boyfriend, Don Hagarty. It is a song of hope and love. Hagarty became close friends with the band after they put out a message of support following Adrian's death and agreed to help them write the song. During their charity concert, Adrian came onstage to help them play this song. Vocals on record by All Members.

Hidden Track

10. 1-866-488-7386 written by All Members. Not a song, but a series of recordings. The first is a warning that this song can be triggering and to seek out the number of the song title for the Trevor Project's hotline if you or someone you love needs help. The second is a phone call between the hotline and Richie Tozier. It lasts for 2 minutes and details him saying he wants to hurt himself and he is talked down and asked to call back for a follow up. The third is a series of each band member saying 'I love you'. Then Don. Then Adrian.

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sparky-kasane · 4 years

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More Ryan Family Headcanons. Because I've let the trash rat take over my life.

Clover absolutely lives for scary movies.

All of them are superstitious with Aran being the most superstitious.

Sharonne has a bad habit of eating her hair when she gets nervous.

Clover is sick and tired of people asking if her and Rosie are actually twins if they don't look anything alike. Rosie on the other hand is always happy to explain it.

When Aran was in middle school, he would get frequent migranes. He still describes them as the worst pain he's felt in his life.

Rosie will never show you what's under her arm warmers. She could trust you with all her heart and she still wouldn't show you. Just to prove it....

Sharonne is big on punctuality. As in, she is definitely the one who would wake the others 4 hours before a flight to make sure they're ready.

Clover is the shortest out of all her siblings.

Clover is really bad at video games. Unless it's based on pure bullshit luck.

Rosie's full name is Roseanna May Ryan. She knows she's in DEEP shit if she's ever referred to as such.

Aran and Sharonne were theater kids when they were in high school.

Sharonne has BAD peanut allergies. She had to be hospitalized for a week when she was starting her boxing career because she didn't know about her allergy. To this day even the mention of hospitals still sends shivers down her spine.

Clover and Rosie once swapped clothes to try and trick Aran. Surprise surprise, it didn't work.

Despite it looking more red than that of her siblings, Rosie's hair is naturally that red.

Aran actually has a really good singing voice. Not as good as Sharonne's, but damn good.

Sharonne found out about Aran being a closet weeb when she heard him singing Snow Halation at the top of his lungs while they were home along. She hasn't said anything yet.

Clover is actually a nickname. Her real name is Clementine. Her full name is Clementine Daisy Ryan.

Sharonne's full name is Sharonne Arianne Ryan.

Aran's full name is Aran Flynn Ryan.

If you try to claim that anyone other than Maki is best girl, you will receive a 1000 slide-long lecture from Aran about A, how you're wrong, and B, how Maki is best girl. The PowerPoint is TWICE as long for proving that Yoshiko Yohane is best girl.

Sharonne would always doodle on her assignments during middle and high school.

When Sharonne was 10, she picked her "starter Pokémon" in the form of a plush. It's rare to see her at family events without it (She chose Bulbasaur).

The other Ryan siblings went through the same "coming of age" selection. Aran chose Torchic, Rosie chose Froakie, and Clover chose Chikorita.

Rosie is a Hetalia fan.

Fireflies by Owl City. A song that never fails to make Aran fall asleep.

All the siblings rewatch Phineas and Ferb every summer.

Aran is lactose intolerant. Don't remind him about it or he will be the most stubborn little shit about it and proceed to down half a gallon of milk anyway.

Clover is an absolute menace when it comes to April Fool's Day.

Rosie has a queen sized mattress and only takes up about a third of it. Not because of her not being much bigger than Clover, but because she sleeps curled up like a cat.

Clover on the other hand sleeps in a "starfish" position.

"When I return home, I will collapse on the couch and will not move for the next 3 hours. You have been warned, plan accordingly." -Clover texting the others while on the way home from football practice.

While he was in kindergarten, Aran thought that adults were just born as adults.

After falling into Idols Hell, Rosie sometimes says "zura" at the end of her sentence á la Hanamaru. She does it subconsciously, but it doesn't happen if she's in a shitty mood.

Clover's accent is stronger than Rosie's, but Aran has the strongest accent out of all of them.

Aran sometimes talks in his sleep. He usually says either the dumbest shit ever or the sweetest shit ever.

Rosie doesn't talk very often in crowds.

Clover is REALLY good at playing mind games.

Aran once cried because they couldn't bring home all the puppies from a shelter. Sharonne still unironicaly feels bad about it.

Sharonne used to be REALLY short until she had a growth spurt in elementary.

Do not challenge Aran to Mario Kart. He will obliterate you.

The only game Clover doesn't suck horrendously at is Wii Sports.

Rosie got her ears pierced when she was 11. Sharonne got hers pierced when she was 19.

Aran played cello in high school and he was surprisingly good at it. He's been thinking about getting back into it.

Sharonne has a mouse hoodie that she wears while training.

(Why do these trash rats bring me so much joy?)

#aran ryan #punch out #Sharonne Ryan #Clover Ryan #Rosie Ryan #headcanons

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fuck-customers · 5 years

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Holy Shit Buckle Up Y'all

(TW: mentions of transphobia, racism, and self-harm)

A little backstory:

In November we hired three new people to help with our workload around the holidays, and we've kept them on. Two of them are very hard workers, have great personalities, and nice work ethics. The third, who I will be referring to as J.....does not.

She constantly asks to switch shifts instead of putting in for time off or changing her availability (said that its "inconvenient" for her to change it), if you're even a minute late to covering register for her when she's supposed to get off, she'll just abandon the register and clock out and then shop for thirty minutes, and she is constantly walking away from her post bc she's "bored" and "doesn't feel like working" when there are literally people in line.

So about two weeks ago, she scheduled for five days off. Sweet, shes learning. She then proceeds to call off the day before her five days and the day after. So now she has a week off. Dick move, but I can't say no one has done it before.

Her scheduled day back is a Wednesday. She texts one of my coworkers, P, and asks her to take her shifts for Wednesday AND Thursday. P agrees because she wants more hours, but all of us, including the managers, are irritated now. This is now nine days off she's gotten.

On Wednesday, I got a text from her asking if I could take her shift Friday. Now as of this point, I've been sick all week - hacking my lungs out, not able to breathe, but working bc we're short staffed (bc of her) and bc I need the money. I had Friday and Saturday off for the first time in MONTHS so no way in hell was I gonna take it. I just said no, firmly.

She continues to pester me, asking why, since I don't work Friday I should be able to, etc, and I kind of snapped:

Which, okay, maybe I shouldn't have snapped like that. But I was exhausted and frustrated and so sick of her getting to do this that I just couldn't take it anymore. I expected her to call me a bitch and then ignore me but hoooooo boy nope. (Names are blacked out) (and if this many photos aren't allowed feel free to delete this submission)

First of all, the racism comment:

She was buying cigarettes and even though shes a coworker, I have to ID her bc she's 19 and I can get fired for that shit. She told me she had lost her ID and asked to just put her birthday in. My manager said it was fine, so I did, and I made the offhanded comment about how she should get a new one so she didn't get pulled over by a racist dick while driving. We live in an area where the cops just looovvve to profile people (if you know Ohio, you know where) and I'd had that conversation with so many of my friends that I didn't even think about it, I was just concerned about her getting home safely to her kid. She didn't react negatively at the time, just said "oh I didn't think about that, thanks" and we moved on. If she had really had an issue with it she would have spoken to our managers, so clearly she's only bringing it up now to scare me. I just.....I mean obviously if I am being racist I want someone to tell me so I can fix my actions, but I didn't even think that came off that way in the moment. Maybe I was out of line, but the same thing has happened recently to my 16 year old cousin (he's fine dw) and so its been on my mind.

Second, no, I am not a manager. But aside from four other employees, two of which only work part time, I am one of the oldest members of staff (time wise, not age wise, I'm 23). So the managers put me in charge of a lot of shit, which means that I end up being in charge of people. Which apparently she did not like.

And third no, I do not have a kid. I'm not married, I don't have a partner, and I barely have the income to make half of rent with my roommate sometimes. I would not bring a child into this world if I could help it, and it pissed me off that she would imply that if I had a child, I'd be more mature. I wanted to scream at her and tell her that if having a kid makes you more mature, it clearly didn't work for her. I feel so bad for her kid; he's like two, and she's already constantly using him as an excuse for not doing things and not going to work. She lives with her mom and her boyfriend, so she has a support system (her mom is retired, and a very sweet lady). Like again, I don't have a kid, but all my coworkers who do don't pull this shit ever.

Anyway

I was physically shaking by the end of these texts, crying, because I HATE when people yell at me, especially when they know me IRL. And especially cause she was accusing me of some nasty shit. I sent them all to my manager in the least professional set of texts I'd ever written and then two hours later had to go to work.

My depression was up, my anxiety was through the roof, and as soon as our floater manager asked me if I was okay I burst into tears again. I showed her and the closing manager the texts and they were both appalled but then

They fucking started trying to "comfort" me by making racist comments!!! "Oh, thats just what her people are like" "you know she grew up in the ghetto part of town" "that girl is straight up hood" like!!!!

I was furious. I was so mad it wasn't funny, but they're my MANAGERS and i need this job and they're both old, so they don't think what they're saying is wrong. I tried desperately to derail it by saying things like "where she grew up had nothing to do with it" but they just kept going and I just....that made it so much worse tbh I just walked out of the office to do my fucking job.

A couple hours later, right as I've started to calm down, one of my coworkers started making really transphobic comments about one of our old coworkers who I'm still friends with, deadnaming her, saying that she's allowed to deadname her bc its part of her religion, etc etc.

Y'all I just....walked behind the photo counter and had a fucking meltdown on the floor. I dragged myself to the pharmacy to get their trash so I had SOMETHING to focus on and as soon as I got there the tech took one look at me and held out her arms and I just lost it again.

I go to my manager and basically just ask to do trash and go home. I was supposed to close, and I have left early only once in my life, when we were too dead to need me, but I had just mentally had it. I knew that if I didn't leave in that moment I wasn't going to make it to the end of the night without hurting myself.

She agreed, I finished trash, and got one of my friends to come pick me up.

My GM texts me the next morning (Thursday) and says she's giving me PTO for the hours I didn't work Wednesday night and for my day off on Friday. I almost cried again bc I was so stressed about the money.

Fast forward to a week later, today, and J still has a job, but she has now also called off 16 days in a row. Claiming she's still stuck in Texas with her kid (which was why she was asking to trade shifts last week).

I don't know how much longer my GM can hold out before firing her. I really don't.

Tldr; coworker asks me to take a shift for the hundredth time after calling out for a week, I say no (albeit a bit rudely), they start screaming at me via text, and I have a mental breakdown.

#fuck co-workers #fuck coworkers #fuck managers #tw: racism mention #tw: transphobia #submission

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