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mandoalorian · 10 months

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Pairing: High honour Arthur Morgan x F!Reader

Summary: When Arthur and the gang are out in Valentine, you can’t help but notice that he left his journal by his bedside, unattended. You’re aware that Arthur is never careless enough to leave something so valuable to him in camp and see you see it as an opportunity. Upon reading his journal, you discover something that changes everything…

Word count: 2,000

Author’s note: My first Arthur fic! It’s been a long time coming. This is also cross-posted on my AO3. I do not consent to my fics being posted anywhere else, or translated without permission. If you enjoyed this fic please reblog as it helps increase support!<3

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You saw it as an opportunity.

Arthur, John, Micah, Javier and Sadie were out in Valentine, following Dutch’s well-convoluted plan to rob the local bank. They’d been gone for three hours already and with Micah part of the team, you dreaded to think how they were getting on. Dutch and Hosea had gone to scout out a manor northwest of Lemoyne, in Scarlet Meadows. Hosea was following a lead he’d heard from a guy at Emerald Ranch – that apparently, a well-off family were residing over there. An excellent opportunity for a cash grab, Dutch was also sure. Lately, any possibility of getting money, Dutch got excited over. You didn’t understand why because the ledger appeared more filled out than ever. Perhaps it was merely nothing more than a sin of greed, although you were in no position to question it.

Mary-Beth, Tilly and Karen were doing laundry as Miss Grimshaw supervised, and Miss Molly O’Shea was napping in Dutch’s cot. She’d been sleeping a lot recently, you’d noticed. Uncle was nowhere in sight, probably sleeping or drunk or getting himself killed by Raiders. And Abigail was with Jack, nursing him back to health as influenza he’d developed after your time in Colter hadn’t yet subsided. The camp was empty. Not a soul in sight.

There was a small crate in the corner of his tent and organised neatly atop was a framed photo of his mother Beatrice, a small vase of flowers that were native to New Hanover, and a beat-up leather journal that he kept close to his bedside. Arthur was so protective of his journal, you’d often tease him for it. Sometimes, you’d admire him from afar. After a hard day, he’d often sit by the lake, slumped against a tree, jotting down his thoughts or filling the pages with doodles of his ventures.

And this time it was calling out to you.

You wondered why he hadn’t taken it with him. Had he really just ‘left’ it at camp? Forgot to put it in his satchel before he left this morning? You were hyper-aware that you’d more than likely never get this chance again. The curiosity was begging to be explored and you took one final glance around camp before slowly inching towards the crate by his bedside. Arthur’s tent was really just a canopy and once you were under you felt a pang of guilt in his heart. You shouldn’t be snooping around his business like this. He had done nothing to warrant you doing that.

It wasn’t malicious. It was harmless. Just a little peek…

You sat on the edge of Arthur’s cot and picked up the journal, feeling the worn leather between your fingers. Undoing the clasp, you pulled it open midway and were greeted with an illustration of a girl. It was the back of her, so there was no way of making out her face, but as you took a closer look at the pattern on her ranch boots, you couldn’t help but recognise the embroidered swirls and shapes. They were your ranch boots, and Arthur’s illustration was a depiction of you. It was dated noon, 5th July 1899, just a few weeks ago. It appeared to be a drawing from observation, and you were pictured helping Pearson put away an assortment of canned goods.

It took a moment for it to dawn on you. He’d drawn you.

Now you were invested. You turned to the next page to see a verse of words:

‘Sometimes I wonder when she sleeps

Is she ever dreaming of me?

Sometimes when I look into her eyes

I pretend she’s mine all the damn time’

To the left of the words was another illustration of you but this one had a lot more detail. A delicate flower was placed in your hair and this time, you could see your face. You could see the shape of your nose and the creases in the corner of your eyes when you smiled. It had never been so clear. Your gaze flicked back towards the words as you reread them over and over again. Could they have really been about you?

Surely not. Arthur had never done anything to suggest that he’d had these feelings for you. As far as you were aware, he was still hung up on Miss Mary Linton. You’d never met her before. You’d only heard tales from Hosea, how Arthur was sweet on her and she broke his heart to the point he didn’t want to leave camp for days. You couldn’t imagine Arthur that way. You supposed that since then, he had changed, and maybe since meeting you, he’d changed again.

On the outside, Arthur was rough. His skin was sun kissed and his clothes were old, his boots were muddy and he could go months without shaving. You’d heard stories of his questionable temperance but with you, he was patient and soft and gentle. You’d seen him be kind around little Jack too, and that relationship spoke volumes since John was mostly absent from his son’s life. Arthur was a good influence on Jack. Hell, you could argue he was the best influence around camp in general. Although he was often gloomy and he would, on occasion, pick fights with Micah or Bill, you saw through that. He had a good heart, wether he believed it, that didn’t matter.

A loud cough interrupted your thoughts. You froze, and it was like you could feel time moving. Arthur’s journal was still in your hands and you could feel the eyes of a cowboy bore into your back. You hoped and prayed it was anyone but Arthur. At least then you’d be able to potentially mangle yourself out of the fact you went behind your friend’s back. You wanted to put the journal down, hell, you needed to, but it was like your feet were glued to the ground and your hands were locked in place.

“What you doing snooping through my stuff, girl?”

Oh, it was Arthur. You winced under his question and took a deep breath. You carefully placed the journal back on his bedside, just as it was before you took it. Perfect. Like it hadn’t moved an inch. Not that it mattered anymore…

“Well?”

Fuck. You cursed under your breath. Say something. Anything.

“Arthur-I’m-so-sorry-I-don’t-know-what-I-was-thinking-I-just-saw-it-there-and-you-always-got-your-head-down-in-it-and-never-show-anyone-and-I-was-just-curious-and-I-know-it-was-wrong-but-I-just-“

“Now, why you talkin’ like that? Like I’m holdin’ you up at gunpoint? Turn around and look at me.” He cut you off, his question was rhetorical and his voice stern.

You immediately obliged and spun around on your heel. Your stomach was in knots. You wish you had never looked. Never betrayed him like this. Arthur’s eyes were a piercing blue like you’d never noticed, and his lips were curled into a frown. But still, he remained stoic. It’s like he was trying to appear unbothered, but you could see right through him.

“You know now why I let nobody look in here?” Arthur muttered, leaning over you and snatching the journal from his bedside.

You nodded apologetically and watched as he stuffed the journal into his satchel.

“I’ll be on my way now.” Arthur tipped his hat to you before turning around. He paused and when he was looking away he muttered, “’Am sorry if… you thought it was weird, miss…”

Your mouth felt dry as you watched him walk away.

Weird? He was worried that you thought it was weird.

You chased after him and caught up pretty quickly, placing the palm of your hand flat against the broadness of his back. “Arthur, what you wrote in there was the sweetest thing… not weird at all, I promise.”

Arthur stopped and looked down at you, still frowning.

“I just had no idea you felt that way,” You continued, shaking your head. “Anyway, it doesn’t matter. I overstepped your boundaries and we can just forget about it if that’s what you want…”

To clarify, forgetting about it was the last thing you wanted to do, but alas, this wasn’t about you anymore. You would do anything for Arthur’s forgiveness and if that meant pretending like today never happened, then so be it.

“Forget?” Arthur whispered. “You really expect me to forget about this?”

You pursed your lips together, holding back a sigh. “I don’t think you should. I know I’d struggle to forget what I saw in there… but also, I don’t want to forget. I… I’ve been sweet on you since the moment I met you, Arthur. Tilly and Mary-Beth would always tease me for it. Abigail knew too, but she said you’d never be interested in pursuing someone in camp. Hosea made it seem like you were still hung up on Miss Linton, and so I never said anything. Oh Arthur, you’ve always been so kind to me. So gentle and soft, you’re different to the others…” You placed a hand on his bicep and Arthur practically softened into your touch.

“I’m a bad man,” Arthur shook his head gruffly. “I’ve done bad things.”

“Haven’t we all?” you snapped back, exasperated. “I may just do the chores around camp but you forget my history, Mr Morgan. All of us are Van Der Linde’s and we are not good people. Hell, I struggle to even tell the difference between good and bad anymore. But when I’m with you, I feel good. Really good. I feel safe and protected and God, Arthur. When I saw you felt the same way… that you think about me in the same way…”

Arthur cut you off with a kiss. His lips were soft and plump and contrasted with the roughness of his stubble and quick-growing moustache. You let out a small gasp when his lips crashed atop yours but quickly melted into it, bringing your hands up to his head and running your fingers through his dark blonde hair. His tongue tasted like fresh mint and other herbs you couldn’t quite recognise, and you had never been closer to his musky familiar scent. Arthur’s big arms wrapped around your body and he held you tight against him. When he finally pulled away, he nudged his nose against yours and lingered for a moment, staring into your eyes.

“Forgive me for saying miss, but if it wasn’t already clear, I think I’m in love with you.”

The revelation made you giddy, your heart racing in your chest with the thrill of it all. You couldn’t believe it. Abigail…. Hosea…. They were all wrong. Arthur actually felt the same as you.

“I’m in love with you too,” you squeaked, tears filling your eyes as Arthur enveloped you in a hug.

When you finally pulled away from him, it was only to ask him another important question.

“Do you forgive me for what I did, Arthur?” you asked him sadly. Arthur could see the guilt; it was written all over your face.

“If you didn’t do that, none of this would have ever happened,” Arthur smiled, pressing his index finger to your chin and picking your face up so you were looking at him in the eyes. He was smiling. He was okay…

“I s’pose that’s true,” you shrugged. “I’m still sorry, and it won’t happen again.”

“I believe you,” Arthur said, lacing his fingers with yours. “Now let’s go grab some of Pearson’s broth and we can take it to the lake. I think we have a lot to talk about…”

You smiled, feeling your cheeks heat up. You and Arthur walked side by side to the campfire and the entire way you felt yourself bubbling with anticipation over what was to come next.

#Arthur Morgan #Arthur Morgan x reader #Arthur Morgan x you #red dead redemption #rdr2 #red dead redemption 2 #Arthur Morgan fanfic #John martson #dutch van der linde

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lauriegraham01 · 9 months

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girl next door

pairings: ethan morgan x vampire!reader, sarah x reader (platonic), gn!reader

summary: after spending more time with ethan, reader wonders if what she feels for him pushes the boundaries of friendship. fluff/kissing, idiots in love. set in summer break during college.

wc: 2,432

a/n: i'll create a masterlist once i've published 5-10 fics seeing as this is a multifandom acc, hope u enjoy this is my longest fic to date. mbav has always been a comfort show of mine and i love ethan <3

Summer vacation had brought winds of change in Whitechapel. After an eventful year together of dealing with the supernatural, we hoped for the chance to unwind a summer away from monsters and college.

You and Sarah had got a job as servers at the local diner and were so excited to be working together. Sometimes after your shift you'd go out to find a bite, hoping to find something that could satisfy your appetites. Afterwards, the whole gang would get together and find something to do for that day. However, most days you'd swing by Ethan's place after work hoping to spend more quality time with him one-on-one. He'd been working as a counselor at the local science camp and you'd help him make up activities to do with the children the following day. Other days the two of you would waste the afternoon away at the pool or on his couch with movie marathons. You'd leave his place around dinnertime, not wanting to seem rude for not having an appetite for Mrs. Morgan's cooking, and you'd walk back home. Later on in the night, the two of you would talk on the phone well into the night.

However, the two of you spending more time together didn't go unnoticed- especially by Sarah.

“Y’know I understand if you’re not ready to go public about you and Ethan but I mean c'mon. Y/n, c’mon, I'm your best friend you could’ve at least told me!”

Sarah had manage to bring up the topic as you told her about your plans to hangout with Ethan that night.

"Sarah, what are you even saying?” Letting out an amused laugh as you wipe down the counter that separated the two of you.

“Benny called me complaining about how he never gets to hang out with Ethan anymore ever since you and Ethan started going out or whatever."

"Oh that is so not- look Ethan and I aren't dating!"

"Look I don’t care that you’re dating Ethan, congratulations- but the fact that I had to hear it from Benny is seriously messed up.” Sarah huffed as she feigned a look of hurt.

“Sarah, Ethan and I are NOT dating. We just hang out a lot, that's all but that doesn’t mean we’re dating.”

“Uh-huh" Raising her eyebrows at me not even the slightest bit convinced.

“I swear!” You raise your arms defensively.

“Look, I knew it was only a matter of time and honestly I’m surprised it even took this long.”

“What do you mean?” You shift your full attention to her, setting the towel in your hand down.

“What do I mean? Y/n I may be dead but I’m not dumb. Anyone with a brain can see that you and Ethan are totally in love with each other and have been for years.” She smiled knowingly at you.

“We are not in love with each other."

"Bullshit."

"Oh yeah?"

"Yes! Remember how crushed Ethan was when you were dating that frat guy and how he was there to help you through that mess?"

"He was just being a good friend."

"He drove down to New York for the weekend just so that you wouldn't feel alone."

The two of you just stared at each other, the memories from that weekend replaying back in your mind. It had come as a surprise when Ethan knocked on you dorm door with a bag full of your favorite snacks in hand. He had heard from Sarah about your breakup and didn't tell anyone about the drive he made to you, not wanting to ruin the surprise. The two of you spent that weekend wasting away eating junk food and watching movies in your bed as he offered his full support in your emotional state.

“Look, I'm not sure he even likes me, Sarah. For all I know he just sees me as a really good friend and wants nothing more than a friendship. Plus I’m a vampire, who knows if he’ll even want to be with me considering that he’ll get older and move on in his life, but there’s only so much ‘growing’ I can do before I have to start over again. At the end of the day I’ll just be seventeen forever.”

Letting out a defeated sigh, Sarah looked at you with a blank stare, she understood where you were coming from, your fears reflecting much of her own. Despite her empathy, she was determined to not let you sabotage an opportunity at being happy.

“Y/N, I understand your fears. Trust me, no one gets it more than I do," reaching across the counter she places a sympathetic hand on top of yours. "but I know Ethan."

"He’s been in love with you since like the day he met you and I swear I've seen him fall in love with you more every day. I can't tell you that it'll be easy or uncomplicated but I do know that if I were you- I'd take the risk. Cause thinking about the 'what if's' are more tormentful than any rejection could be.”

As her words sank in, flashes of some of the best memories between you and Ethan flashed into your mind. All the adventure spent fighting the supernatural together, movie marathons, high school dances, how much it hurt to move away for college, the holidays spent together, and the parties you've dragged him to. You loved every moment spent with him - both the mundane and the momentous. Maybe you had been denying your feelings for Ethan all these years, probably due to fear but what fun is life playing it safe? Whatever problems that would arise you would deal with them one at a time. The truth sank in heavily within you- it's been Ethan all along, and you were too blind to have seen that before.

Reaching over the counter, you catch Sarah off guard as you smush her into a bear hug.

"Thank you." You muffled into her hair. With that you untie your apron tossing it behind the counter as you grab your bag in a hurry.

“Call me tonight and tell me everything!” Sarah called out as you made your way out of the diner. The walk to Ethan's seemed to be eternal- thoughts racing with each step you took. The closer the view of his house appeared, the more your nerves consumed you. Letting a deep breath in, you let a shaky exhale before knocking on his front door.

“Coming!” You heard him shout from inside, his footsteps becoming echoing loudly as he raced down the stairs before hurriedly opening the door.

“Oh, hey y/n! I didn’t know you were coming by today, my folks just left so we have the house to ourselves if you wanna keep watching X-Men First Class.”

As he smiled back at you sort of breathless from running down the stairs, you tried to savor this moment, in case it was the last one you had of him from before things could change.

"Actually I was wondering if we could talk.”

His eyebrows furrowed at the question as he was caught off guard.

“Uh y-yeah sure c’mon in.” He stuttered, nerves beginning to settle within him from your serious manner.

As you make your way inside the house you make your way up to his room with Ethan right behind you. As he shuts the door to his bedroom he takes note of the way you pace back and forth across his room.

“So what is it that you wanted to talk to me about?” He said as he sat on the edge of his bed. You come to a halt in front of him and stare at him for a couple of seconds. He flashed a nervous smile and it dawned on you how off-putting this must be for him to see you so worked and not knowing why. You flash him a just as equally nervous smile before stepping over to his bed and sitting to where you were facing him.

“Ethan, we've been friends for a while now and recently we've been spending even more time with each other than usual. While I enjoy our time together, I’m afraid I haven’t been completely honest with you-”

“Okay if this is about all the superhero movies we watch, we can watch something else. I'm totally fine with that." He blurts out cutting me off mid sentence.

"And we don’t have to keep building lego sets either if that’s what this is about.” He looked up at you with the most gleaming apologetic eyes ever which only made the nerves within your stomach intensify.

“No Ethan look-”

“We can do other things too. We can do cool things. We can take a road trip together out of town or go out clubbing more. Whatever it is y/n, I don't care I just wanna spend more time with you.”

“Ethan, I don’t care what it is that we do together!” I blurt out rather loudly taken both of us aback at how loud the statement came.

“Wait you don't?” Ethan's face scrunched in confusion.

“No Ethan! I don't give a shit what we do as long as we’re together because I don’t ever wanna stop seeing you because I like you!” The confession slips out of your mouth in one hurried breath and you catch your breath as you cautiously await Ethan's reaction.

Shock plagues Ethan before confusion settles deep within him. Surely you didn't just confess that you liked him? There must be some sort of mistake.

“Wait, you like me? Like, like me?”

“Yes you dumbass. I like like you." You rolled your eyes and smiled at how high-school the whole thing sounded.

“Ethan, you found me when I was going through my darkest times. You helped me find peace with being a vampire and getting over the pain that Jesse and every other guy in my life has caused me, and for that I will be eternally grateful for."

"Besides that you've been an amazing friend to me and I've always cherished our relationship but I can't help the way I've felt within these past few weeks. I know that there's a lot to think about, my immortality, me being so far away for college, long-distance, and I understand if these are issues but there things that we can work through." Looking up at him, you can practically see the gears turning within his head and you start to second guess if you made the right choice in confessing after all.

"I know it's a lot to take in and I understand if you need time and space to process everything that's not an issu-"

“I like you too.”

You bite your tongue as he interrupts you again, this time you being caught off guard by a sudden confession.

“You do?” Voice shaky as you look into his eyes with worry and reservation still boiling within you.

“Y-yea I’ve liked you since like forever…” He admits as he scratches the back of his neck, nervous habit.

“Y/n, I’ve liked you since the day Sarah introduced us but I was too…y’know…me to ever do anything about it." You laugh at how ridiculous he sounded.

"I'm serious! I mean there was no way in a million years a guy like me could ever get with someone like you. You’re way out of my league.” His voice lowers at the end in embarrassment.

“I still am but that doesn’t mean anything.” You joke feeling relieved when you see the corners of his mouth tug into a smile. He looks up at you before the two of you share a laugh together, and you felt the tension from between the two of you melt away. As you catch your breath you remain focused on him and deliberate on how to move on from here, still wanting answers.

“So what now Morgan?”

“Y/N, will you go out with me?”

“Hmm I don’t know actually I’ll have to think about it- yes of course Ethan!” You shout as you lunged forward to hug him bringing the two of you onto the mattress with him pinned underneath you. Breaking into another fit of laughter, you pulled away to rest your forearms on either side of Ethan as he laid underneath you.

“Hey Ethan?” You mused sweetly at him.

“Yes y/n?”

“Can I ask you to do me a favor?”

“Depends on what it is, if it’s to be your personal blood bank you’ve got to give me some time.” He teased with a smirk.

“No you idiot.” You shake your head with a smile. As you took in the sight of him beneath you, your eyes flickered between his lips and eyes and you smiled even wider as you caught him doing the same act. The air around you seemed to thicken as the beat of his racing heart echoed louder and louder within your ears. You can hear the way his blood rushed to his cheeks and despite the vulnerable position he was in, it wasn't his blood that you were craving.

“Kiss me.” You whisper looking pleadingly into his eyes as your breath fans over his face that was only inches apart.

Ethan slowly reached his hand forward to gently cup your cheek and you only leaned further into his touch. As he looked at your lips he looked up at you as if silently asking for reassurance that you wanted this. With a nod of your head, you heard his heart beat louder beneath you, beating so hard that you thought it would practically jump out of his chest- Ethan wouldn't be surprised if it did. He then closes the distance between you, capturing your lips into a soft kiss. You'd be lying if you said you never thought about what it would be like to kiss Ethan, the truth is he was a lot better than you had imagined. Your lips continued to move in sync as your hands crawled through his hair tugging slightly, earning a soft whine from him. Smiling into the kiss you made note of the sensitive spot for later.

Pulling away breathlessly, you laid your foreheads against him as you both caught your breaths.

“I could kiss you forever.”

“Well you’ve got a lot of catching up to do then.” You say before capturing his lips again into another kiss.

As Ethan snaked an arm around your waist, you melted within his touch. You felt safe within his embrace and you knew that you were home with him.

#mbav #ethan morgan #ethan morgan x reader #my babysitter's a vampire #sarah fox

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topguncortez · 1 year

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Bad Medicine | Prologue | A TopGun AU

Masterlist | Next Part pairing: Jake Seresin x OC!Reader (last name is Santiago) synopsis: A wealthy Italian mobster sets up his daughter to marry the head of one of the last remaining mafias in California. The union was supposed to create and heal the damage between two families, but all it does is cause more harm than good. WARNINGS: drugs, guns, stripping, violence, abuse, fighting, prostitution, blood, alcohol usage, mentions of sexual assault, torture, death, cops, stalking.

On the outside, the city of San Diego looked like any other big city. Lots of skyscrapers, bumper to bumper traffic, tourists and visitors walking around everywhere. But it’s what lies underneath all of that. The monsters that lurked in the dark, the demons that hid in the shadows, the creatures that go bump in the night.

No, these monsters aren’t the fictional ones you read about in books and see on tv. These monsters are real people. They are what people call, MOBSTERS

Some people believed that the whole mafia, gangs and mobsters died back in the 1940s, but the truth was, those monsters just went into hiding. Everything is run by the mob. The girls on the corner, the guns the cops used, the drugs in the prisons, the boxing matches on pay-per-view, sometimes, even the clothes on your back.

Most of the famous mobs had died out when Al Capone finally bit it, so did the crash of the New York Five. But between the mobsters tearing each other apart, between the shadows, two other families were building up their ranks.

The shift between the downfall of the Luciano family and the rise of the Seresins was easy. Nobody ever pointed a finger at a German man selling ammo at the local sporting store. Seresin didn’t sound like “Mangano” or “Gagliano” or “Bonanno”. Patrick Seresin was a smart man, and decided to move the vast mafia playground to a quieter city that would draw less heat. The bright lights and big city of the west called to Patrick, so he started the slow movement towards Hollywood. But Patrick was smart, and knew that Hollywood was too much of a target. So he settled for a small (at the time) town of San Diego, California.

The Seresins were one to be feared. Their mafia bloodline was passed down from generation to generation. The current leader was a beautiful man with gorgeous green eyes and blonde hair. You didn’t dare mess with him unless you wanted to be the next one sitting on the pew in the chamber. But the leader of the Seresin Mafia didn’t act alone, no, he had three of his closest friends, those who were basically brothers, working with him.

Bob Floyd, the brains behind the operation, was smart, his brain like a human computer. He was able to infiltrate government sanctions with ease. You didn’t know you were hacked until it was too late and your porn search history was blasted all over your workplace. Bob had ghosts, things that haunted him when he closed his eyes at night. He was too smart, too gentle for his own good, which caused his heart to break and his mind to be scarred.

Bradley Bradshaw, aka Rooster, was the muscle, and Bob’s best friend. He was slender and tall, with beautiful curly hair. He was a dark, gentle soul, who hid in the shadows. He was like a snake, letting you get close until he struck, quick and quiet. His closet was full of skeletons he was yet to bury. Bob was one of the only people in the family to know about the horrible things Rooster had done. Wherever you saw Bob, you saw Rooster, and vice versa.

Natasha Trace, aka Phoenix, stood out against the group because she was the only woman, and sat at the right hand of the leader of the Seresin mafia. She was beautiful, her eyes captivating. She was everything that a mob boss's wife was supposed to be. She supported everything that her fiance did. She knew the ins and outs of the job, almost a little too well. But no one suspected her, and no one would have if it wasn’t for her falling in love with the wrong man. It was like star crossed lovers, except one survived and the other one didn’t.

And last but not least, their fearless leader, Jacob. The man dripped confidence and power. He could have women pulling their panties aside with just a simple look. Even though Jake had older sisters, it just made sense that Jake was the family leader. His father George, didn’t think his daughters had what it took to be a cold blooded killer like Jake. George said it took a “special kind of demon” to kill those he loved. Jake was a cocky fucker, having a painting of him in a blood red suit hanging over his desk like he was the real fucking Don Vito Corleone.

Although the Seresins seemed to be very successful on camera, it was behind that the problems lied. They were starting to struggle financially due to a crackdown of gun and drug sales from the ATF. The clubs and casinos had become one of their main sources of income, which upset George Seresin. He wanted to carry out his father’s plan of having a mafia member in the boardroom, not scourging around and feeding the junkies at their feet. So George came up with a plan to help the family. One that required the assistance of a notorious Italian mobster, Rafael Santiago.

Rafael never wanted a daughter, and it was clear to anyone who saw it. He had three boys who were perfect to take over the family business when it was time. But Y/N Santiago was a hidden gem. She was smart, drabbled in the art of torture, and dressed to impress. Rafael had a plan for her the second the doctor said it was a girl. Her life had already been decided on and she didn’t even know it. Her mother, the woman who was also a business player, knew of her daughter's fate. Marie Santiago had been the same way, being betrothed to a man she never would’ve married if it wasn’t for the family business she had learned to love.

When Y/N was old enough to move away from her family, she did just that. She moved to New York, and found herself a job at a local club. Rafael didn’t approve of her job, he didn’t think his daughter should be dancing on a pole for men, but it kept her away from the family. While working at the club, Y/N had met whom she thought was the love of her life, a young man by the name of Francisco Solano.

But unlike the fairy tales and the stories, this relationship turned dark and bloody, and ended up with a battered and tortured Y/N on his father’s front door. Rafael could see the end of his legacy crashing down, and knew what he had to do to help his legacy succeed and grow. Even if that meant setting up his only daughter for marriage to a man he hardly trusted.

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fuckyeahanarchistposters · 1 year

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“Support your Local Girl Gang”

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afro-elf · 1 year

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what would your version of Velma be like 👀

i think i would write velma as someone who spent so much time academically excelling and solving mysteries that she hadn't spent much time enjoying being a teenager and hitting the social "milestones" outside of, obviously, the ones experienced with the mystery gang. and for the first time in the summer after high school graduation, she is forced to separate from the mystery gang for a family vacation. some sort of mystery unfolds while she is on vacation, much to the chagrin of her family who are very supportive of the mystery gang but just want her to ease up. so she gets the gang on a facetime call (scooby also has a cellphone when he could just use shaggy's, this will be the major cinemasins-esque point of contention the redditors have with the show because they can't appreciate whimsy) to help her solve the mystery. but the connection is spotty and often breaks up. velma begins to have a crisis about how tethered her identity is to mystery inc that it stresses her out when she can't solve mysteries. she meets a local girl while on vacation and the two hit it off because they're both weird. the weird local girl agrees on the mystery and agrees to help velma solve it, they solve the mystery and velma has a lovely coming of age moment AND she gets to make out with a girl

#varietysky #people ask me stuff and things

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amendehonorable · 3 months

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* ◟ : 〔 riz ahmed , non binary + any pronouns 〕 TAJ KHAN , some say you’re a FORTY YEAR OLD lost soul among the neon lights. known for being both HEADSTRONG and OVERZEALOUS, one can’t help but think of DUMBEST GIRL ALIVE by 100 GECS when you walk by. are you still THE LOCUST at NEON PARIAHS, even with your reputation as the WRETCH? i think we’ll be seeing more of you and old books on meditation, dog eared and coffee stained; buzzed hair bleached blond with peroxide; a foreboding cheshire grin, blood sneaking from their gums, although we can’t help but think of CHIP (68 kill), MIA (talk to me), BRIGITTE FITZGERALD (ginger snaps) whenever we see you down these rainy streets. TW: allusions to alcoholism

taj khan plays the part of THE LOCUST. a biblical plague, a sign of pestilence, bringer of famine and unrest. it begins its life as a solitary creature—the grasshopper. orphaned at age twelve, taj had grown all too familiar with that concept. their adolescence blurs together into a shapeless mass that can only be described as cold, rugged survival; characterized by sleepless nights warmed only by the bottle and run-ins with bad men hardened by the world around them. the grasshopper had to grow up quickly to come to terms with one simple fact: there was nothing left for them there. all that remained was homes abandoned and frozen in time, wildlife reclaiming all signs of human resilience, a wide expanse of land like a scar in the shape of what the world used to be. what taj had spent their entire life aching for.

the grasshopper molts five times, shedding old skin weekly until one day, wings emerge. flight extends the creature’s reach across miles of land, across seas, across cityscapes, but it cannot do this without undergoing a specific and unique chemical change. this change began when taj stepped into new york city for the first time. bustling and bright, big but at the same time, so small. they knew nobody, hell, they were nobody. they walked around the crowds with the energy of a man with a target painted on their back. to make a living and support themself in this new world they found themselves in, they forged information that would convince the city’s government that they were local. taj took up dozens of different odd jobs, everything from digging graves to cleaning apartments, just to afford housing and a bite to eat. housing that they were once able to build, food they were once able to hunt. this neon city that they once imagined to be salvation turned into something more akin to damnation. the grasshopper slowly became resentful, not of their fellow citizens, but of the pigs that exist at the top of the totem pole. while they knew they hadn’t been the only one to find flaws in the nation's dogma, outwardly admitting to their allegiances (and lack thereof) was a risky act. but there was something funny about folks from behind the walls—they had a bad habit of bumping into each other.

it was among this group of outsiders that this grasshopper underwent their final transformation into that big, dark, swarming thing we call a locust when the other wastelanders took them under their wing. they informed taj of the ghouls in the business of replacing flesh and blood with wires and silicone, of the bloodsuckers that make those pretty little pills, of the gangs that infest the streets with crime and bloodshed. it lit a fire inside of them that refused to be extinguished. the life they knew before coming to the city wasn’t perfect either; the world they were raised in was completely lawless, access to medicine was severely limited, and disease and famine ravaged what remains of once thriving communities. despite this, humanity continued to persist. little enclaves of survivors gave evidence to the theory that survival was a numbers game. these groups nursed their sick and nurtured their young, life was simple and bloody but god was it beautiful. the grasshopper the locust believes that maybe, with the right amount of elbow grease, new york will free itself from the false notion of rugged individualism. the sun will rise above neon signs and ever growing superstructures and cradle us in its hands once more but before the night is over, ichor from this modern pantheon of false gods demands to be spilled. it wouldn’t be the first time taj would curl their fingers around the handle of a knife. the leader of the neon pariahs demands patience in execution, a slow and silent death. yet, as time passes and the economic divide continues to expand exponentially, they can’t help but feel that lack of action will one day be the group’s downfall. they bite their tongue, they stay in their place, but every second spent not preparing for all out war is another life lost to overwork, to experimentation, to innovation at the cost of everything that makes us human. the locust is hungry for battle and despite how hard it may try, it cannot strip cities bare by its lonesome—it takes an army to turn the world onto its head.

#lawlessintro #* TAJ K / intro !#alcoholism tw #ur favorite neighborhood commie. hes gonna quote marx at you

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lgwifey · 2 years

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the little sister

noel gallagher x sister!reader

liam gallagher x sister!reader

damon albarn x fem!reader

Summary : Even after her childhood doesn't treat her the best, Y/n somehow finds herself being chatted up by one of the most sought after guys in the country.

Warning : not proof read x

1983

The ponytail wearing seven year old girl faultered her conversation, a very important one with y/f/n about the new My Little Pony dolls they'd both seen on tele over the weekend. She slowly turned around without any attitude change, her ear and cheek stinging with a large outline. Y/n expected someone to have kicked a football at her by accident, but when she turned around she was met with the ebony haired, blie eyed boy who she hated. Her arch-nemisis, Eric.

A snide smirk was plastered on the boy's face, his little gang arms crossed and laughing behind him.

Her eye's darkened, smile dropping at the sides and a hard glare, which her brothers had taught her unintentionally, fell on her face.

Y/n slouch on the uncomfortable, blue, plastic chairs which rowed outside of the headteacher's office like a prison line up. Her arms where crossed, the blue jumper crinkleing.

She hated her uniforms, it was her brother's old one seeing how they didn't have the money to buy a whole new set. Worn out grey trousers, white polo tshirt and the school's blue jumper. She fitted in perfectly with the rest of the lads in the class whilst all the girls wore sundresses and cardigans and skirt with white knee high, bowed socks.

Across from her sat Eric, fiddling with his thumbs in the slightly baggy jumper that fell over his fingers from pulling at it. Also supporting a scatter of scratches, like he'd been attacked by a kitten. His eyes looked up in fear, immediatly looking down with a wimper when he met y/n's scowl.

The two both looked up in surprise when the reception's door clicked open and three figures walked in. Two adults and a teenager. As the new group appeared, so did the headmaster of the primary school.

Everyone was lead through the light oak and to a seat, five chair spead out infront of the office desk. Cabinets behind it heald the school's pathetic achievements, sports day trophees against other schools in the county and certificates off of the local cathedral for multiple fundraisers.

Y/n turned to Noel as to ask him why he was here instead of their mum, but she was just twisted back forwards in her chair by him so she was facing the grumpy elderly man wearing a sharp suit.

"So as you know, we had an incident on the playground today."

He turned and gave a pointed look to both Eric and y/n,

"Didn't we ?"

The two children lowered their heads, pouts being drawn out. Y/n and Noel both knew who would be blamed no matter who actually started it. It was a battle between the family with good paying and respective jobs or the kids from the coucil estate in a split family. Oh wonders of who would get bugged about it (!)

"I'm sure it's all just a misunderstanding Mr Duffy."

Noel gave an awkward smile, pitting a hand on y/n's shoulder, she looked up and pulled on her best 'please pity me' face which Liam taught her to do so they'd get extra chips for free. Unfortunatly it didn't work.

"Mr Gallagher, where is your mother ? We did ask for Y/n's parent or guardian to be here."

"She's at work."

A scoff came from the other side of the room where a luxeriously coated womam sat. He aimed a glare at her and the conversation carried on with the sixteen year old trying to defend his sister.

Life carried on like that for what seemed like forever.

Every time someone would strike up a fight, y/n found herself in the middle of it and thus so did the teachers.

Highschool was probably the worst, everyday it became a more difficult challenge.

Y/n was usual busy herself with covering up the handful of bruises up with concealer, she would never wear much makeup if it wasn't for the injuries she owned. Her brothers never fought her, she was too young, and a girl, so their mum would've killed them.

The only brother who was still at school with her was Liam, well at least he was for the first two years of highschool, then he left.

When she left at sixteen and started work straight away, she didn't see a need for college or sixth form, she'd probably just end up working a rubbish job in Burnage anyways. Life carried on in the same boring routine life that for the next four years, working at the local record shop on a slowly increasing wage for eleven hours, four days a week, fourty seven weeks a year. She stayed living with her mum, like she could afford her own place, whilst her brothers all moved out. First Noel went and became a roadie, then he came back and Paul left and soon Liam and Noel left to tour Oasis. So it was just her, in the once loud house, by herself. Her mum worked shifts so they where barely ever in at the same time which just added to the lonely feeling of the house.

02 : 09

The pink digital clock made her blink hard. There shouldn't be a logical reason for her to be awake at the moment seeing how she hadn't been awake past half one since she was like ... seventeen ? Anyways, she had just heard the door downstairs open, the one between the kitchen and the dining room which squeels like a piglet when you move it. After it made noise she heard a curse aimed at it, someone eho wasn't her mum was in the house with her.

Y/n silently slipped out of her bed, being sure not to step on the floorboard just next to her bed seeing how it made a volcanically loud noise whrnever she did. Her hand caught the cricket bat which rested against her wardrobe. Her room wasn't big in any way so she could reach it without moving too far from her bed. The white foam surrounding the handle sat comfortably in her hand as she make her way down the stairs, expertly directing past the squeeks and creeks. She snuck down the hall, through all of the half opened doorways and to the livingroom at the front of the house. She krept the door parctially open.

Two figures !

Wait no, three ?

No two, definatly two.

"Stay where y' are !"

A scream left one of the figures as the twenty year old pounced into the room with her bat swinging, she never played cricket before so she wasn't too sure what to do with it. The light flipped on beside her and she stopped.

"Oh, hi ?"

"Hi ?! Hi ?! Are you looney Y/n ?!"

Noel jumped off of his seat, leaving Liam who had jumped behind the couch. He rushed over to his little sister, ripping the weapon out of her hands and throwing it over onto the arm chair.

"You nearly took our heads off with that !"

"I thought yous two where burglers ! Why didn't you call before hand ?"

Liam's head popped out, finally moving back to the couch.

"We called mam ! Anyways, didn't think our baby sister kept a bat with 'er at all times !"

"Baby ! I'm twenty you pillock !"

"Still a baby."

"You're only three years older, Noel tell 'im."

"Anyways yous two !"

The older brother dragged the two apart before they attacked each other like a pair of pack dogs.

"Look Y/n, put the fuckin' bat away yeah and of to bed. You better get some sleep, got a big day tomorrow. "

Y/n's eyebrows pulled at Noel's words. What was happening tomorrow ? He must've guessed that she was confused by her facial expression.

"Y'know, the Brits."

She furthered her confused looks.

"Mam said she'd tell yer."

"I barely see mam, nevermind talking to 'er. Anyways, i've got work tomorrow. Mr Sifter'll have me head if I don't turn up."

"Mr Sifter wou'n't do nought to yer, poor dude couldn't live without yer crappy help 'round that shop.."

Liam gave a scoff,

"Plus we need to be in London by 5:45 so you have enough time to get ready like."

"We need to leave at 12 to account for traffic and station breaks so you need to go off to bed now."

Noel gave an enlonged explaination that truefully wasn't needed, before pushing her up the stairs and into the white room.

"Nighty night."

Y/n gave a sarcastic smile at his words, flipping him off as he closed the door.

Wait.

"Noel ! I don't have a dress !"

Y/f/c satin fell over the twenty year old's body, the fabric curving at the perfect places. Y/n stood awkwardly at the bar in Alexandra Palace in the halter-neck dress with two splits dancing up to her hips. She'd been ordered requested by her brothers and their band mates to go and get the selection of drinks they waited whilst they waited to see if they could laugh victoriously over Blur for the Single of the Year award. They'd already been beat for the first catagory they where nominated for, by Blur, and truthfully y/n needed to leave the table so she could finally laugh at her older brothers' faces when they found out Definitely Maybe hadn't won.

A round of applause made her spin around from the bar where a man was busy making the dozens of drinks she'd just ordered. She hadn't heard who had won but caught eyes with Damon Albarn on stage so knew it was Blur.

"Your boys aren't going to be happy."

She gave a laugh at the bartender's comment as he put two pints of Guiness on the tray.

" 'igh yep, and i'm the one who has to deal with the pair after all this. Gonna be dealing with Li's hissy fits for months now."

Her head looked back to the stage only to find the radio host back at the podium and the blond singer back at his table. Her eyes looked around, trying to find Blur's table amungst everyone elses, she would be lieing if she said he wasn't attractive and she honestly couldn't care less what her brothers thought, they hadn't been a big part of her life in a good four years. A evil thought ran back through her mind as she finally carried the full tray over to Oasis.

Why would she turn his head ? She's just a kid from Manchester with no hopes for her future other than working at the music store she'd been at since she was seventeen.

"Y/n, we're missing half the drinks."

"Oh right, sorry one sec."

Her wandering mind had ruined the boys drinks, forgetting the second half of the order at the bar. She pushed back her seat and strutted her way back over to the sticky substanced counter, strutting was the only way for her to walk in these heels the boys' management had bought her to wear.

"Hi sorry, I forgot the second lot."

"Yeah, thought you'd come back for them. They're just in the back, didn't want anyone to slip something into them whilst you where gone. I'll just be a moment."

The man from before left through the arched doorway to where y/n assused 'the back' was located.

"Hi."

Y/h/c swished gently as y/n moved to see who had spoken.

"You look a bit lost."

"Aye, just in my own head."

She gave an awkward smile, a small pause taking place before the 'stranger' spoke again.

"I'm Damon, I, urgh, I saw you from the stage. Thought you looked nice and that i'd come say hi."

She gave a small, genuine smile to him, leaning against the bar some more and wishing for the bartender to loose his bearing for a while so she could stay looking into those deep, oceanic eyes.

"Yeah I saw you too."

OMG WHAT WAS THAT ! Earth, feel free to just collapse right now.

"Well I mean like, obviously I saw you but like. Urgh yeah like... yeah. "

He gave a staggered laugh at her stuttering.

"You say 'like' alot."

"S' kinda our thing up North. We say like alot."

She nodded her head and pursed her lips, causing Damon to laugh some more and rub the back of his neck, his jacket sleeve riding up to reveal his forearm.

Arm- GOD Y/N GET YOURSELF TOGETHER !

"So are you here with anyone, I haven't seen you in the papers or anything recently ?"

He gestured for her name.

"Oh i'm y/n, and im just here with my,"

She thought for a moment, a rare occation. He didn't like her brother but he didn't know she was related to them yet. She liked him and so far he probably liked her so,

"my friends, we're sat upstairs."

"Well, if your friends don't mind, maybe you'd like to sit with me, and the band of course. But mainly me."

He leant aginst the bar, their faces moving closer togther as he talked.

Y/n's eyes flickered up and down, from his endelvering eyes and parted lips. Mouth moving slowly and with hushed worda coming out of it and-

"Here's your tray lass."

The two broke apart slightly, Damon still basically ontop of the girl, their arms touching as they both leant against the bar.

Y/n tilted her head, basically glaring at the poor bartender who was resting the drinks tray on his arm.

"Thanks."

She muttered through gritted teeth as he handed over the tray to her, forcing her to part from Damon.

She swiftly turned back to look up at the blonde, fluttering her eyelasges and biting her bottom lip slightly.

"I've just got to take these back to my friends, but if the offer's still open i'd love to join."

He nodded his head hurriedly, eyes wondering as she swiped past him with the tray, she felt a sudden bucket of confidence pour over her body.

"I'll be here in like 5 minutes yeah, you can walk me there ?"

" 'course."

She gave a heartmelting smile before strutting back off over to her brothers through the masses of tables.

What she hadn't put into account is that Blur still had a few awards they where nominated for and that a camera picks up footage on the nominees tables each award to stream.

masterlist

#damon albarn x fem!reader #damon albarn x gallagher!reader #damon albarn x reader #damon albarn fluff #damon albarn #90s #blur #oasis #blur vs oasis #blur x reader #oasis x reader #noel gallagher #liam gallagher #liam gallagher x sister!reader #liam gallagher x reader #noel gallagher x sister!reader #noel gallagher x reader #gallagher!reader

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disorganizedkitten · 2 months

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Hello! You've found The Blog! Welcome to the Masterlist!

Ao3 | Discord | Main Blog | Reblog Blog | Writing Archive

Links may be finicky, in the meantime, if something looks interesting ask me about it!

Coldest Girl In Coldtown

And I Loved You So Much I Turned Around

Behind Borrowed Blood

Bloody Phosphenes

By Definition, We’re Not Insane Yet

If Home Is Where The Heart Is, Where Do The Heartless Rest?

Infected Pearl au

No Pandemic Au

Pearl Bach And The Horrible Terrible No Good Very Bad (88) Days

Thorns and Tombstones

Time Loop

"1800s" au

Harry Potter

A Conspiracy Of Errors

A Week In A Day

And Salt The Earth Behind You

Antithesis / Charlie's Demons

Arial Anarchy

Cobra Lily

Dark As Dried Blood

Dark Magic For Dummies

Emotional Support Cookies

Gentle As Flaking Blood

Harry Potter Does Not Exist (A Presentation)

Hyacinth

I'm Gonna Kill Santa Claus (But Uno Reverse)

Incubus

It’s Only Right As A Math Problem

Judge My Carmine Fingertips (It Won't Make Them Clean)

No Rest For The Wicked

Not Every Open Wound (Is Simply Healed By Time)

Not (Our Parents’) Children

Nothing Like A Trail Of Blood To Lead You Home

Obliviate

Seven Months Away

Swing a Scepter, Wear A Crown

The Potter-Riddle foundation for abandoned children

The Soul Feels Like The Universe / I Feel As Though I've Been On This Earth Before

There Is Magic In Every Living Thing

Three War Orphans In A Magic Castle

War Crimes Verse

Win Come Late

You Held My Heart In Your Hands

Miraculous Ladybug

A Bug To Bee Talk

A Day In The Life Of - Mafia Au

A Miraculous Mix Up

A Study In Friendship

ANJR

Be Still My Undead Heart

Bursting Bubbles of Bad Luck

Chronicles of Ladybug and Baset

Climbing the Louvre

Depth of Cold

Four is Quantic but five is too

G-day: a celebration of Girlfriends and Glitter

Going outside (for more than the view)

Is It Really Safe?

It's in the blood

I’m Literally Right Here

Luck of the claws

Miracle Fighters

Moving Places

My Safety Isn’t The Concern

No Longer A Villian

Paper Lanterns

Plume Reign

Red’s the Color Of Your Heart

Rena

Scarlet Swords

Shades of Warmth

Sharing is Caring

Skipped a Step

Sunshine and Roses

The Marinette Lucky Charm

These Hopeless Helpless Miraculous-Wielding Romantics

We Recover Only To Be Broken Again

You’ll Survive

Crossover Fics

#girlsupportinggirls

Carrying capacity

Circus au / Into The Mixing Bowl

Closer Than Friends

Exchange of blades

Feathers and Shells

Geronimo Weasley

Ghostinette

Gifts Between Girls

How To Live (When You've Long Been Dead)

Immortal Children

Ivory Shadows

Jaded eyes, stolen stories (Jaded eyes, poached prophecies)

Jagged Leaves

Life goes on

Location Soulmate au

Marinette's Guide To Adopting The Local Vigilante

Power he knows not

Princess Mara au

Queen, Devil, Champion

Recruiting Red

Robbery chatfic

Seven Faces over Seven Continents

Switching and Swapping

Tales of the Tacticional Twins

Talon mindshare

Tim Drake-Wayne vs Albus Dumbledore

Trained Together

Two Can Keep A Secret If One Of Them Is Dead

Wine Aunts Salt au

Wishes Fishes

My Hero Academia

Borrow

Hold Your Bloody Head Up High

How Long Can Someone Be Lost

Lost In Translation

They Call Them Feral

We're All Dead Here

Wingfic

Scooby-Doo

Eldritch Doos au

Gang Soulmate au

Summer camp au

HTTYD

Dragonborn

The one where Dagur is a good brother

The one where Dragon Riders are their own tribe | Feral Hiccup au #1

The One where Dragons are actually Aliens

The one where everyone is secretly friends

The one where Heather and Mala pop in during HTTYD1

The one where Hiccup and his brother kill the red death before realizing they’re brothers | Feral Hiccup au #4

The one where Hiccup Gets Hurt in the ring

The one where Hiccup Runs Away (and meets the wingmaidens) | Feral Hiccup au #2

The One Where Stoick Suffers Despite His Best Efforts | Feral Hiccup au #5

The one with the human sacrifice except Dagur is a faithful husband and very offended | Feral Hiccup au #3

JCA

Hypermnesia

Reacquisition

Danny Phantom

Age Swap Au

Three Feet To The Left

Walk Beside My Corpse (It's the memory that decays)

Welfare Check

Other

In The Vacuum You Left Behind

Keep Me In Balance

Prerecognition

The Fuzzy Duckling

The Name of Frankenstein

The Paris Fic

We Dared Open The Door

Some fics did not make the list. Considering how many I have, that’s not a surprise. They can live in the docs for a little while longer.

If you wanna chat; ask box is always open, and otherwise there’s the shared discord (mostly HP but I WILL eventually get us an entire CGIC area).

If you’re interested in other topics! Nino Lahiffe Appreciation Squad Discord - Ethereal Grimoire Discord - Maribat Insanity II (link upon request)

Otherwise, a wild DK may be spotted but I don’t have rights to those links and I’d rather catch you by the throat from behind. ^~^

#masterlist #Jaymeow speaks #Jaymeow Writes #Am exhausted

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thewoodbine · 1 year

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Support Your Local Girl Gang

#thatskygame #sky children of the light #sky #sky cotl #cotl #sky screenshots

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judgementdaysunshine · 2 years

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Hi!! Can I request the found family gift giving with Max from stranger things? Maybe reader is an older sibling type ? I’m in need of found family fluff 💜

I ADDED A WHOLESOME TWIST @levylovegood

Pairing:Max Mayfield x Sister Figure Reader

Description:You and Max hang out for the weekend so to show you will always be there for her you surprise her with gifts especially the last one

Welcome to the family

You and max have been the other's half since you met on your first day at hawkins middle school after moving from kansas,even though you were in 8th grade and her 6th you two were immediately attached to the hip.You would meet up after school going to the arcade to play games,read comics together,have movie nights,or talk about everything,she looked up to you as a sister and you thought of her the same so everyone around knew not to mess with the two of you unless they had a death wish,she looked up to you even more after you stood up for her getting in a fist fight with billy when he was threating her.You have been each other's backbone,rock,shoulder to cry on,and biggest supporter even when you were upset with each other eventually forgiving each other for being upset, "God i am glad i'm gonna be at your house with you instead of being stuck with billy" she says as you two walk to your home together after finishing school for the day and hanging out with Jane or commonly known as El at the mall for the day "I'm just glad that we hung out with Jane today she needed a girl day" you said after you two got pizza as well as snacks and drinks for the weekends with your mom,dad,and younger sister,you joked around with each other saying hello to jane's dad hopper walking by the police station and getting a ride from him the rest of the Way as he had just gotten off his shift for the day.you both thanked him as he drove off and went to your front porch opening the door seeing your mom watching tv in the living room while your dad was in the basement and your 6 year old sister happily coloring at the table in the kitchen eating french fries and a cheeseburger "Hey girls" your mom says as you both walk in taking off your jackets and shoes beside the front door,you talked to your parents for a few minutes also playing with your sister before you and max walk up stairs to your room "You go ahead here are your spare clothes you leave here" you say seeing max go in the bathroom and lock the door,you go into the hallway closet and grabbed the stuff you bought for max a few weeks back after getting paid extra from your job at the local pizzeria place.After setting the gifts on your bed and changing clothes,you get drinks and make a big blanket fort that you finish as max walks out and into your room looking around at everything "What's all this?" she says smiling sitting on your bed as you sit beside her "These are all for you" you say as you look through and put a movie in your vcr letting the previews play as she opens the bags you put the gifts in "You got me comics" she says smiling the biggest you have ever seen and laughing as she nearly flies off the bed hugging you "Thank you thank you!"she says before you both go in the blanket fort watching movies,eating pizza,and deciding what to do for plans "Oh i almost forgot" you say getting up and going to your dresser drawer "Oh come on another gift you didn't have to"max says as you go over to her holding papers and handing them to her watching her read them then looking up at you with tears in her eyes "Really?" she asks bursting into tears and bear hugs you,you follow her down stairs as she hugs your parents and little sister who asked why max was crying,you found out the week before when you and the gang were with max at her house you had went to get a drink when you heard billy telling his friends max was going away permanently you yell and scream at him and their parents demanding to know what was gonna happen to her "She's the state's problem now" his dad says as billy laughs pulling your hair,you tackle billy punching him then cussing out his parents going home telling your parents what happened "She's apart of the family now" your mom says as all of you go upstairs opening the door of max's new bedroom "I love you guys" max says walking in putting all her gifts down putting the adoption papers above her bed knowing her new home is filled with honesty,compassion,and unconditional love with not just her best friend but her real family.

#stranger things #max mayfield #max mayfield x reader #stranger things x reader

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miriam--weinbaum · 3 months

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Name: Miriam Weinbaum Age / D.O.B.: 44 /August 2, 1979 Gender, Pronouns & Sexuality: Cis woman, she/her, homosexual Hometown: New York Affiliation: Government Job position: Medical examiner Education: High school diploma, BA in nursing, pre-med, MD (forensics) Children: None Positive traits: intelligent, focused, hard-working, reliable, rational Negative traits: aloof, stubborn, arrogant, egocentric, materialistic

BIOGRAPY (tw: homophobia) (also there might be some small changes made to this still because of connections with other characters, but the basic gist is here)

Miriam was born in the orthodox Jewish community in Brooklyn, the middle of seven children. Though the apartment was cramped and fights common, her childhood (and you will struggle to get her to admit that) was not all terrible: There was a sense of belonging in her community, and the expectation that women had to get a decent education to support their families catered well to Miriam’s curious and hardworking nature. Her interest in wearing jeans and make-up and exploring the city could still be put down to simple teenage rebellion, though the more she realized she was interested in other girls in ways that were more than platonic, Miriam also understood she would have to put some distance between herself and her family.

At the back of her mind, a dream had formed: When she thought of the candidates for marriage her sisters had been presented with, the ones that had always made the biggest impression and received the most respect were doctors, though she knew there was no way her family would support this dream. Strategically, she enrolled for a BA in nursing and moved into a small room in a shared apartment while continuing to be supported by her family.

It all came crashing down when she, now living in her new world in which all was possible, kissed her then-girlfriend at a farmers’ market. Somehow, word made its way back to her family, and their support for her ended, their ties breaking entirely. From that day on, Miriam worked two jobs to finance her nursing degree, then worked hospital night shifts to finance her way through pre-med. By the time she entered medical school, she was five years older than everyone else and bone tired. From these days originate her obsession with beauty treatments and flawless make-up.

Medical school brought another reality check: Miriam was here, she acknowledged, to make money and gain respect, though her co-students usually stated “helping people” as motivation. Miriam discovered she did not have enough tact to share cancer diagnoses, nor did she care enough to take pity on diabetics who had spent their lives overconsuming soda. No, things were much easier when your patients were dead. And thus, a specialization in forensics was born.

Miriam was 35 when she finally graduated with an MD and became a medical examiner at the local police department. She did not mind night shifts or early mornings, did not mind wounds or the smell of the long-deceased. Finally, she had respect, expertise and a life on her own terms. On the topic of the conflict between the gangs, Miriam is most likely to be silent, and if pressed for an answer, you probably won't find her talking about morals. So far, Miriam's only source of her statements at work has been science, but Miriam's main goal in life is to get ahead and stay ahead. Anything that helps her achieve that aim is at best tempting and at worst her downfall. She may be religious to this day, but Mammon is definitely her second God.

Wanted & filled connections:

Partner in against crime: Someone in law enforcement Miriam gets along with well and someone she has maybe worked on cases with. Will have to put up with sarcasm and an utter lack of humor, but will be rewarded with reliability and top-notch knowledge of forensics. Can also be an overlap with friends & acquaintances in that they could also hang out outside work.

Rival: Basically the opposite of the above: A person who very much dislikes her and that Miriam dislikes in return. Whether this is an open feud or just something that lingers over their work relationship can still be plotted out.

Temptation: So far, Miriam is not corrupt, but let's be real, that is mostly because she has not been tempted enough. Maybe an offer comes along that has the potential to change that? Her expert testimony can change court cases, as Miriam will proudly tell you.

Someone her testimony has helped or harmed: For muses that have been accused of a crime - maybe Miriam was summoned to give expert testimony, and that either saved your muse or contributed to their punishment. Do they now want to get back at her or thank her?

Friends & acquaintances: Could be from them exercising together (Miriam loves running and the gym) or from general socializing (more likely for characters in the more upper echelons of New York society). Another option would be from synagogue - Nowadays Miriam is a member of a reform Judaism synagogue, but she still is very much connected to her religion.

Exes (maybe even one that got away/one that she got away from?): Someone Miriam dated anywhere between eight and twenty-four years ago. Bonus points if one of them is still kind of pining after the other.

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