#Room 1342

[anti-romantico]

[getaway car] enhypen jake

warnings: riding, oral (m&f), facefuck, deepthroat, cum swallowing, overstimulation, protected sex (as y'all should!)

words: 1342 (wth happened to the color yellow?)

A/N: first thing first, yes, this is inspired by the taylor swift song "getaway car", my friend went to the eras tour in Edinburgh and got it as a surprise song, she hasn't stopped talking about it since then, so naturally I listened to the song and immediately got obsessed with it, and I'm saying it as someone who only likes a few TS songs. This same friend helped me with the redaction of this fic since we all know how much I like to use the same five adjectives in all my fics lmao

anyways, hope y'all enjoy this as much as I did, it might be one of my favorite fics I've ever written.

remember, don't like it don't read it, that's why the warnings are before the cut

You knew this was wrong. You ended a 3 year relationship just last month. But this guy’s lips on your neck felt like heaven. The sudden bites and sucks he was giving sent shivers all over your body. You weren’t a fan of marks, but you let him have his way. It was like you needed him to.

— Do you want to take this somewhere private? — How did he manage to whisper if the music was really loud?

You smirked. Yes. You wanted him.

— Let me tell my friend I’m leaving. Be right back. — You gave him a kiss on his cheek and rushed to your friend’s table. She was also busy. — Ney! I’m sorry! — You had to push his date to make them stop. 

— Already got bored of him? — She asked, drinking her glass, realizing it was only melted ice. Your relationship with Heeseung wasn’t of her liking, so the moment your impulsive thought won and told her you wanted to club, she dragged you to the mall and bought you the navy blue dress you were wearing. 

— Quite the opposite. I’m leaving! — Ney was surprised, she thought it was going to be just a little make out. 

— Do you have your location on?

You grabbed your phone from the table and showed her. — Always! I’ll call you, have fun!

Once you two were out, you took a deep breath. You didn’t drink much, but it was enough to feel dizzy.

— Are you ok? — He asked, rubbing his hand on your back.

— Just the change of air. — You smiled. He murmured something and took off his jacket, placing it over your shoulder. 

He opened the door of his truck for you and even helped you with the seatbelt. Taking advantage of the closeness to grab you by your face and kiss you. — Sorry, I had to do it. Couldn’t resist anymore.

— Don’t apologize. — This time you kissed him, playing with his tongue.

Against his own head, he pulled away and ran to the driver seat.

— Is it ok if we go to a hotel? Pretty sure my roommate has someone over. — He took his phone out of his jeans and looked at you. You shook your head and started at him driving and finding a hotel.

You just heard him say “Perfect” before looking at you. 

— I’m Jake, by the way. — You chuckled and told him your name, not being able to resist your urges and grabbed his free hand and played with his fingers. — It’s the first time a girl does that.

—You have pretty hands, even prettier than mine. — You compared the back of his hand with yours before continuing to rub his skin. 

Jake would pull his hand away from time to time, but immediately would grab your hand after.

A little darkness covered the car. You made it to the hotel. After being helped by Jake to get out, you walked hand in hand to the reception as the ballet parking left with Jake’s car.

— Good evening. Room for Jake Sim. — You bit your lower lip at his voice tone. The receptionist smiled and gave him two cards. 

The room was nice. More than that. How did he book a room like this with so little anticipation?

— You like it? — Jake was behind you, just like you two were at the club. — I have to order condoms, though, wasn’t planning to have sex tonight.

You laughed and nodded. — I’ll use the bathroom while you do that.

You took a deep breath once you locked the door behind you. Were you really going to do this? Yes, definitely. You still could feel his hands burning on your skin. 

When you got out of the bathroom, he was sitting on the couch, typing on his phone. He turned his face toward you when you closed the door.

— Hey, I know why are we here, but are you hungry? I can call room service. — Jake asked, following you with his eyes. As soon as you were in front of him, you straddled him.

Jake left his phone to the side and placed his hands on your waist. After looking at each other’s eyes, you finally lowered your face and kissed him, grabbing his hands and lowering them to your butt. 

He had to take a very deep breath when he felt the edge of your dress in the palm of his hands. Would it be too fast if he lifted it a little so he could feel you? 

But it was like you read his mind. As the kiss deepened, you started to move your hips over his, causing your dress to lift up, and with Jake’s help, you were grinding on his boner. 

— Let's take this to the bed, love, we'll be more comfortable. — Jake's strength made you clench. He carried you with one arm like it was nothing and took you to the bedroom. 

The bed was so soft, you loved the idea of about to be fucked in a bed as soft as this one.

Jake held your legs spread and pulled your thong down, letting it fall to the ground.

You held yourself up with your elbows as you saw him get on his knees and kiss your inner thighs. He was teasing you, going from one leg to the other, ignoring your wet pussy. 

You weren't going to protest though, you liked it. But the loud moan you let out when he gave a hard suck on your clit wouldn't have been prevented. Not even if you tried. 

His tongue was skilled, feeling jealous of all the girls that have experienced it before you.

There were times you tried to keep eye contact with him, but due to the pleasure he was giving you, it was impossible to not close your eyes and throw your head back. 

Jake started to lick your pussy with a fervor that you had never experienced before. His tongue moved in circles around your clit, sending waves of pleasure through your body. You moaned softly, fingers tangling in his hair as you pulled him closer to your cunt.

As he continued to lick and suck on your clit, you felt your orgasm building. Your breath came in short gasps, and you arched your back, pressing yourself harder against his mouth. Suddenly, the pleasure became too much to bear, and you cried out as your orgasm washed over you.

He continued to lick you gently, drawing out your orgasm until you were left panting and breathless. 

You bit your lip, feeling a surge of desire course through you. — Can I suck your cock?

Jake's eyes widened with surprise, but he didn't hesitate. He nodded, his breath coming in short gasps. Jake stood up and opened his jeans, letting you pull them down with his boxers.

You reached the base of Jake's cock, your fingers gently caressing the sensitive skin. You felt his cock twitching in anticipation, and you knew that he was just as eager as you were. 

You wrapped your fingers around the base of his cock, grip was firm but gentle.

You looked up at Jake, eyes meeting him. He was watching you with a look of pure desire, his eyes dark with need. 

Jake groaned, his body tensing as you began to stroke his cock. 

You lowered your head, your lips parting as you took the head of Jake's cock into your mouth. 

You tasted his salty precum, and you moaned softly as you swirl your tongue around the sensitive head.

Jake groaned, his fingers tangling in your hair as he guided your head down further. You took him deeper into your mouth, your lips sliding down his shaft as you began to suck him off. You could feel his cock swelling in your mouth, growing harder and thicker.

Jake's grip on your hair tightened as he thrust his hips upward, pushing his cock deeper into your mouth. 

You moaned around his shaft, your fingers digging into his thighs as you tried to steady yourself. You could feel his cock twitching, growing even harder.

You could hear Jake's breath coming in short gasps, his body tensing with every stroke of your tongue. You knew that he was close to his release, and you wanted to make him feel as good as he had made you feel. 

Jake's body began to shudder, his cock throbbing in your mouth as he neared his release.

You felt his precum dripping down your throat, and you swallowed eagerly, wanting to taste every drop of him. His fingers tightened in your hair, pulling you closer as he thrust his hips upward, his cock hitting the back of your throat.

You gagged slightly, but Jake didn't let up, his desire taking over as he fucked your mouth with recklessly. You could feel your own arousal building again, pussy throbbing with need.

— I'm gonna cum in your mouth again, love, but this time don't swallow it. Keep it in your mouth. — Jake said as he kept thrusting his cock into your mouth. You could feel his cock swelling even more as he spoke.

You nodded, your eyes locked on his, and you felt a thrill of excitement.

You felt his cock throbbing, the veins bulging as he chased his second release.

Suddenly, Jake's body tensed, his fingers tightening in your hair as he thrust his hips upward one last time. You felt his hot cum shooting into your mouth, filling it.

And you did as he told you; you kept his cum in your mouth, letting his cock go carefully to not drop anything.

Jake lifted your face with his thumb. — Open. — You opened your mouth and showed him the white liquid in your mouth. — You look so hot like this, love, but I want to see you swallow it, you didn't let me the first time. 

Not even a second after you swallowed his cum, Jake lowered himself and kissed you, tasting himself in your tongue.

You felt dizzy after he pulled himself away, and you got confused when you heard him grab the condoms from the drawer.

— You took your sweet time in the bathroom. — He explained, taking off his jacket and shirt.

When he was kicking his jeans off, he stopped you from removing your dress. 

— I really want to see your body, but you look too hot in that dress to not take advantage of that. — You loved honesty, and even boosted your ego. 

Jake laid down in the bed and handed you the condoms.

You took out one of the condoms and rolled it down Jake's cock, feeling his thickness through the thin latex. You stroked him a few times, your hand gliding up and down his shaft as you felt him grow even harder. 

You positioned yourself over him, your legs straddling his hips as you lowered your body onto his.

You felt him enter you, his cock stretching you open as he filled you up. You gasped, your body shuddering with pleasure as you took him in.

You began to move, your hips rocking back and forth.

Jake's hands gripped your hips tightly as you rode him, his fingers digging into your skin as he guided your movements. You felt his cock throbbing inside you, his shaft rubbing against your sensitive walls as you moved up and down.

You leaned forward, your hands braced on his chest as you kissed him deeply. Your tongues danced together, breaths mingling as you lost yourselves in the moment. Jake's cock was twitching inside you, his desire building as you continued.

You broke the kiss, your breath coming in short gasps as you looked down at him. 

Jake's hands moved to your breasts, his fingers teasing your nipples over your dress.

Your orgasm started to build up, your body tensing as you threw your head back, your hair cascading down as you let out a low moan.

— I'm gonna cum. — You gasped, your voice barely audible as you felt my orgasm wash over you. Your body shook and pussy clenched around Jake's cock as you came. 

As you rode your orgasm, Jake's hands tightened around your breasts, he watched you come undone.

His cock still throbbing inside you, your pussy clenching around him as you milked every last drop of pleasure from your release. 

You slowly opened your eyes, your gaze locking onto Jake's. His eyes were burning with desire, his pupils dilated as he gazed up at you. There was tension in his body, his muscles coiled and ready to spring into action. 

Without warning, Jake's hands gripped your hips tightly, his fingers digging as he pushed you down onto the bed. 

You gasped, your body shivering with pleasure as he positioned himself over you. You could feel his cock pressing against your entrance, his thickness filling you up as he thrust into you.

You cried out, your body arching off the bed as Jake rammed into you. He didn't give you a chance to recover from your orgasm, his desire taking over as he fucked you hard and fast. Even making the bed squeak under you two.

Jake's cock pulsed inside you, his thrusts growing more frantic as he chased his own release. 

His sweaty chest pressing against yours, his hot breath whispering in your ear as he whispered dirty nothings. Your body responded eagerly, your pussy clenching around his cock as you felt another orgasm building.

You wrapped my legs around his waist, your heels digging into his back as you pulled him deeper into you. Jake groaned, his eyes rolling back in his head as he felt you tighten around him.

As Jake's body tensed, his cock throbbing inside you.

His face was buried in the crook of your neck. You held him close, your arms wrapped tightly around his neck, your fingers tangled in his hair as you felt his release building.

Suddenly, Jake's body tensed, his cock pulsing inside you as he came. You could feel his cum filling the condom, his shaft throbbing as he emptied himself into the condom.  

As Jake's hips slowed, his thrusts becoming gentle as he rode out his orgasm, you felt his body relaxing, his weight pressing down on you.

His face was still buried in the crook of your neck, his hot breath tingling against your skin as he panted, trying to catch his breath. 

Slowly, Jake pulled out, causing the both of you to sigh. He laid down beside you for a few seconds before he removed the condoms and went to the bathroom.

You practically kicked out the dress of your body as you felt hot and sticky.

Jake got out of the bathroom and sat down on the side of the bed you were in. — Do you want to take a bath? I'll order something to eat so the bathroom is all yours.

And even though in the back of your head you knew it wasn't a good idea, you nodded.

Jake smiled softly and kissed you. But not a kiss that tells you he wanted to keep fucking. It was just a sweet kiss. 

After getting out of the bathroom, you were wearing one of the bathrobes you found hanged. The bed had two silver plates with pizza and french fries, but your clothes were nowhere to be seen.

— Jake? — You tried to not panic as you walked out of the room and found Jake receiving two paper bags from a hotel staff.

— Your clothes will be here in the morning, sir. — The guy said to Jake. — Is there anything else I can do? 

— Not for the moment. Thanks. — The guy left after receiving a tip from Jake.

— I sent your dress to the dry cleaners, but I got you clean clothes in case you don't want to leave wearing a dress. — Jake handed you one of the paper bags, which you received hesitantly.

— Isn't it too much? — You asked him, afraid to offend him and his kindness.

— I just thought you preferred… your dress was wrinkled. Fuck… Am I being invasive? 

— No! Not at all. It's just that you paid for the hotel, the food and now clothes.  This isn't something I would've expected for… this. — It seemed like none of you pictured the same. 

— What is this? For you, I mean. — Jake walked towards you, leaving his paper bag on the couch in the way. God, he still had some sort of scent that drove you crazy. 

But you couldn't answer, looking at the whole picture, it was obvious he didn't have the same idea as you after meeting at a club.

— How about we eat something? I'm starting to feel dizzy. — You grabbed his hand and pulled him to the room.

The food was already cold, but both of you were too lazy to go to the kitchen and warm the food.

After eating, you were planning on leaving, no matter if it was late, but you were too tired after everything.

And if it wasn't because of your bladder you would've continued sleeping, but you had to run to the bathroom, finding your phone on the floor. 

You checked the time. 8:32 in the morning. 

When you walked in the room, Jake was sleeping so tight it made you feel like shit for grabbing the paper bag he gave you last night. You locked yourself in the bathroom and dressed up quickly.

After getting out of the bathroom again, you grabbed your heels and rushed out of the room, until you found Jake's phone on the couch right beside his paper bag. 

You weren't going to leave him your number, but you didn't want to lose contact, but you weren't ready for whatever he was low-key offering you. 

And just like any other hotel, there was a small notebook and a pen on the table. It was your only way to say goodbye without making it difficult… for you.

“You gave me a night I'll never forget, but sadly it happened when I'm not in the correct state of mind. Don't think I'm not thankful for everything you've done for me, but think about the place where you first met me.

I hope we can meet again, I promise I'll make up for it”. 

You rushed out of the hotel room, walking confidently to the elevator. You even smiled at the receptionist when you were making your way out of the hotel and hopped in one of the taxis.

When Jake woke up he didn't want to think anything bad when you weren't on his side. Or when he saw the pajama you wore and the paper bag in the bathroom. But then he found the note. 

He swore he could hear your voice redacting it. It stinged as he read it over and over and over and over again.

[jennifer-jeong]

can we get a headcanon of the lads boys' (raf, Zayne & Xavier) reaction when MC bought her little sister that resembles a lot to her (MC) I'm dying for some fluffs here where the boys interact with a kid 😂🥰

HI ANON SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG JFDKLA;JFDLSA; THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR YOUR ASKK it’s so fluffy and funny heheh I had fun with this one

NOTE that reader’s sister is around 12 years old in this

Fluff + Crack | F!Reader Little Sister?

CONTENT Fluff, crack, shitposting LOL, implied feminine reader

WORD COUNT: 1342

RAFAYEL

Your sister definitely bullies him at first just like you do (LMAO) and he will pout and turn away in annoyance and she’ll do the same but then you’ll look away for 2 seconds and they’ll be best friends.

At first when you invite Rafayel over, your sister is probably a bit scared, hiding behind you holding onto you. He probably comments on how she’s kind of your “mini-me” and your sister hits him with the “I’m not mini!” and he’ll reply “well you look pretty mini to me.” Then she’ll kick him in the shins (not too hard just a warning kick). He’ll gasp and then dramatically cross his arms, turning away while pouting, she’ll do the same. Of course you’re just giggling at the antics not helping because you know they’ll get along quickly.

“Okay okay you two, go play some games while I finish making dinner for everyone,” you mediate before heading off to the kitchen. So the two stand there for a second before side eyeing each other and scrambling to the TV to see who is the champion at Mario Kart because that is extremely important information. Of course you can hear their screaming and laughter from the kitchen: “WHY DID YOU THROW THAT BANANA AT ME” you hear Rafayel scream, “IT’S YOUR FAULT FOR BEING THERE” you hear your sister reply.

Rafayel definitely yells as if he’s actually driving a car so if he crashes he’ll actually act like he crashed and it makes your sister laugh until her cheeks hurt.

Later on you find out Rafayel placed 6th out of 12 and your sister smoked him for 1st place LMAOOO. They tell you some of the funny moments and it’s all filled with laughter and a bit of banter but they’re practically best friends at this point. You even join them for a few games after dinner and it’s hilarious.

From then on, there isn’t a single moment where your sister isn’t braiding his hair/putting it in pigtails, putting clips on his bangs, play fighting with him, or just having fun with him.

ZAYNE

Basically your sister is dead terrified of him when she first sees him but since Zayne is surprisingly good with all patients, kids included, he’s actually very good with your sister as well.

When you bring your sister to your shared apartment with Zayne, her eyes are literally wide open with fear upon seeing him and when you tell her to come inside, she shakes her head. So you tell her “aw are you scared of him?? He’s harmless, look he’ll even do a dance.” So Zayne looks at you, still deadpan, looks back at your sister, and shimmy’s his arms back and forth a bit. That man is STIFF doing this move but at least he tried.

Her fear hasn’t quite gone away at this point but now it’s just confused fear?? But she agrees to come inside. You walk off to go make dinner and tell them to start a puzzle together and you’ll all finish it after dinner, comforting your sister and reassuring her that Zayne is very sweet. She sits down in the living room with him and they dump the pieces out.

Zayne pauses, staring at the puzzle pieces before asking your sister “what do you call a dancing puzzle?” and she is mildly mortified before actually thinking about the question. She responds “I don’t know, what is it called?” and he, fully deadpan, replies “a jiggy-saw.” Something about the way this stoic man said “jiggy” was just absolutely hilarious despite the awful pun and your sister lets out a snort and Zayne gives a short chuckle. He suggests they begin on the puzzle and they start chatting to get to know each other, occasionally stopping to make fun of some of the funny looking puzzle pieces.

When you call them over for dinner, Zayne holds out his hand for a high five and your sister excitedly obliges before “racing” him to the table, to which he of course loses. They then continue their yapping into dinner as your sister opens up more.

At the end of dinner Zayne has to offer your sister a classic doctor’s office candy and her face lights up, accepting it and running off. You all work on the puzzle and chat, your sister occasionally going over to you and Zayne to tie your hair into matching ponytails that make you look like unicorns with her pink scrunchies.

When it came time for your sister to leave however, she definitely clings onto Zayne’s leg telling him to not let them take her away. But Zayne of course knows how to handle this and says “hey, there will always be next time, and if you promise to be good, you can have two candies, one now, and one the next time we hangout, okay? I’ll even hold on to this scrunchie to remember,” and she agrees to the deal. Needless to say, they were besties now.

XAVIER

Your sister is probably very confused and kind of intimidated when she meets him and Xavier has no clue what to do but he’ll do something cool with his sword or light evol and she’ll never stop being amazed.

When you call Xavier to your apartment for dinner and to meet your sister, he did not expect you to have a tiny doppelganger. What YOU expected even less was for him to literally shake her hand and say “nice to meet you.” Like he fully pulled out the businessman handshake to greet her but she followed along and also hit him with the “nice to meet you too.” Then he walks in as if nothing happened while you and your sister just stand there, watching him walk away before looking at each other and giggling.

You tell them you’re going to finish making dinner and for them to watch a short movie or an episode of a show which they wait. Your sister, being your sister, of course suggests that they watch the new episode of Demon Slayer. Xavier is caught up because you suggested it to him and he agrees, saying he finds the fighting really cool. They watch a bit until the first fight scene and Xavier is like “yoooo check this out” and pulls out his wooden sword LMAO.

He does the same slashing move the character in the scene does and he even uses his light evol to make it look like he has the same powers. He looks back and your sister’s jaw is on the actual floor while he just stands there like the standing person emoji, not sure what to do next.

2 seconds later and he’s teaching her how to hold the sword properly and how to do some basic movements. Her eyes are full of sparkles and she finds him so freaking cool !!! He’s literally a demon slayer character!!!

Xavier of course sees another fight scene and copies a few of the movements. However, he’s too busy watching the screen to see what’s in front of him… Your vase of flowers now sits on the floor. Xavier and your sister literally get on the ground praising the heavens for the vase being plastic and not glass before laughing. Quickly they hear a “WHAT DID YOU KNOCK OVER” from the kitchen and they simultaneously yell “NOTHING” while both hitting the standing person emoji pose.

You put them in timeout together as a joke (you left them there for like 10 seconds and then you all laughed).

During dinner they caught you up on the episode and after eating you finished it together. You all talk about how good it was until you joke that you’ve become a demon yourself and they need to slay you !!! So Xavier and your sister tackle you while you all giggle.

From that day on, your sister never stops talking about how cool her bestie Xavier is and how she wants to train her “demon slaying skills” with him again.

|| MASTERLIST ♡ || Thank you for reading! ||

[booksooks]

Oh oh!! Shiggy w/ a gamer gf but shes also super social?

(𝑵𝑶𝑻) 𝑺𝑶𝑪𝑰𝑨𝑳

Author's note: this was a request from an anon (🩸anon hi sorry this took so long) im not sure if this is where you wanted this to go but! here we are :)

Content: Shigaraki being jealous and a little manipulative, oops.

Word Count: 1342

Summary: Shigaraki doesn't like it when you talk to other people.

Shigaraki watched you chatter to someone over your headset in annoyance from across the room. Whoever you were talking to must have been the most interesting person in the world, he thought, because otherwise why were you straight up ignoring him? You were supposed to be paying attention to him. Were you mad at him? Were you trying to send him some weird, wordless subliminal message by keeping your back turned to him, talking to anyone but him? (To be fair to you, you had never done anything like that before, you were fairly good at communication.) 

Shigaraki shuffled his feet awkwardly behind you, trying to get your attention via vibrations in the floor that you… most definitely didn’t feel. Your feet were tucked underneath you on the legs of the chair, and even if you were solidly against the ground, it was not. Enough. 

Was he not enough?

The thought squeezed at his heart, hard, and he didn’t like it. It made his neck itch, made his hands feel like they were being torn apart from the nails and - oh wait, that was just him, picking at hangnails. Your giggle, quiet but still bright and bubbly, broke him out of his thoughts. He looked down at his fingers, red and raw and irritated, and he shook, trying so hard to not bring his hands up and itch and itch and itch and itch- 

Fuck it, he decided, nails digging into the soft, scarred flesh of his throat. This couldn’t be worse than you ignoring him. He didn’t like feeling this way, this anxious, this… left out. How the hell did you stand talking to people like that anyway? It wasn’t fair; if he couldn’t get the damn words out in real life, how could you? Over the internet? It wasn’t fucking fair. 

Shigaraki paced around in the minimally empty space behind his gaming chair, because at least you had the decency to come to his room, to play those stupid, attention-stealing games, (under any other circumstances he would tell anyone, who would have the lack of common sense to ask, that those were some of his favorite games and why in great detail). But you were still ignoring him, it wasn’t fucking fair, and he wanted to throw something. 

Actually. 

Not a bad idea. 

Shigaraki looked around his room for something to toss at you, something that wouldn’t hurt, necessarily, but something that would grab your attention. A pen sat on his rumpled bed sheets for whatever reason. Perfect. He snatched it up carelessly and chucked it at the back of your head. Only it didn’t hit the back of your head, it hit the back of his chair, making the fabric bounce ever-so-slightly before it smoothed out. You briefly turned around to look at him, curious, and still yapping. 

“Hold on,” you mumbled to whoever was on the other end. Shigaraki saw you hit the mute button. “What’s up? Need something?” 

Yeah, you. Need your attention, your touch, your scent, your-

“What? No.” 

You stared at him for a bit longer, suspicious but not enough to deter you from turning back around and unmuting yourself. “Sorry about that.” 

Shigaraki saw red as he faintly heard a guy’s voice on the other end, laughing. At him. Indirectly, of course, there was no way he knew what he was laughing at, but still. Shigaraki wanted to press all five fingers against the monitor, against your headphones, the tower, fucking everything just to get, and keep, your attention on him. Why hadn’t he said he wanted your attention when you asked? Because it was fucking pathetic, that’s why. No grown man should have to beg for attention from his partner. That would be ridiculous, childish, and Shigaraki was damned if he’d turn into some pathetic, sniveling, begging wimp just because he couldn’t handle you talking to someone else. 

He was scratching again. The sound of his nails, clipped but still sharp, against his skin was overwhelming, the dull, hrrrgtz hrrrgtz hrrrgtz making his stomach churn. No, it didn’t, he was lying. What made his stomach churn was the fact that you were so easily chattering away to someone online when you had a perfectly good boyfriend, right there! For all your wants and needs. 

Fuck you. 

Shigaraki stormed as quietly as he could over to you, and without thinking,  yanked his chair away from the desk. You yelped, outraged, as your headset was ripped from your ears, and your ass slipped forward and off the chair, landing on the hardwood floor. 

“Woah, what was that? You good?” Came the voice over- fucking Christ, was that Discord? You weren’t even playing a 1v1 a fucking one-round-only piece of shit game with some shmuck, and he hadn’t even noticed. That had to change. Shigaraki slammed his hand flat against the screen and watched in delight as it started to crumble from the inside out, the other person’s voice dying out from the inside of your headphones. He only felt minimally better. 

“Tomura, what the hell?” You asked, sore of ass and indignant of attitude. “What the hell was that? I was talking to someone.” 

“Yeah, some fucking idiot,” he snarled, picking you up from the floor under the arms, carefully, he didn’t want to decay you afterall, and just about threw you on the bed. You were too surprised to even fight back, only letting out a small, “woa-mfh?” when you landed. You glared up at him, confused and disoriented and-  fuck you were cute. 

Shigaraki smiled, he knew it was nowhere near comforting, and crawled into bed with you, pushing you back onto the pillows before collapsing on top of you with a satisfied hum. He felt you, stiff and full of apprehension beneath him, and that just wouldn’t do. 

“Fucking relax, would you?” He huffed, trying to bury his face deeper into the crook of your neck. It was safe, there, dark and warm and it smelled like you. So yeah, safe. “You’re stiff as a board.” 

“Are you going to explain what the fuck just happened?” You asked, disbelievingly. “I was talking to someone-”

“Yeah, like I said, a fucking idiot. He doesn’t deserve your time.” Shigaraki was pouting, he knew he was, but he didn’t care. He deserved your attention more than anyone else. 

“And you think you do? After the stunt you just pulled?” You were angry. Or at the very least annoyed as hell. 

Shigaraki stayed quiet for a moment. “Yeah.” 

“Fucking hell.” 

Things were silent for a few minutes, the only sounds being your breathing and his, mingled together. Shigaraki had even started to relax, letting his eyes fall closed when you spoke up again. 

“You can’t- Tomura, you can’t just demand my time and energy when I’m busy, and expect me to drop everything for you.”

Shigaraki felt his lip curl. “Why not? I’m your boyfriend, I should be your top priority.” 

“Okay, but I have a life, and friends. You get to talk to your friends, why can’t I?” 

Oh. Shigaraki hadn’t thought of that. Especially not in the way you had framed it. Was he in the wrong here? Should he apologize? Shigaraki scrunched up his face and thought back to all the visual novels he had ever played, all the manga he had read. Usually, when someone fucked up, for lack of better words, they apologized. That’s right. So…

“I’m sorry,” he grunted out against your neck. “For… being so aggressive.” 

He felt you shift beneath him, tilting your head one way and then the other in thought. “Just… don’t do it again, okay?” 

Shigaraki nodded subtly, wanting nothing more for the whole apologizing part to be over and done with.“Fine.” 

It was another few seconds before he felt your arms wrap around his shoulders, and he sighed softly, feeling you loosen up and melt into his mattress. Finally. He felt, more than heard you utter a quiet, “love you,” before you settled back into silence. 

He had your attention. “Love you too.”

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Did you just come from the Undercroft?!

Ominis x MC

Summary - Rewrite of The Undercroft confrontation

I have been putting this off because I like soft Ominis and this is mean Ominis. You can tell based on the fact the majority of this is filler.

Warnings - None just a rewrite, feel free to change Evelyn to MC or Y/N

Word Count - 1342

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It was almost like Anne was back.

Almost

Sebastian and Evelyn had become quite close after they broke into the Restricted Section. A fact that, initially, Ominis had detested. But had grown to accept.

They had they’re own interests and they’re own adventures.

And Ominis would hear about them all when they got back. Much to his disdain.

More often than not, he found himself angry at Sebastian for being reckless and foolhardy, and concerned for Evelyns’ naivety and politeness.

If he had to hear about some villager who needed some spiders taken care of one more time…he was going to lose it.

Sometimes, he’d feel the pang of jealousy on his tongue when they would laugh at some inside joke or recall something they had seen together.

But he found that he and Evelyn had a different friendship.

She floated around him after classes asking questions about this world and, most of the time, about him.

Her compassion was unlike anyone he’d ever met. If he hadn’t bore witness to her snark and attitude himself, he would have sworn she should have been a Hufflepuff.

A kindly Badger in a Snake skin waistcoat.

So he’d started to care for her. Much like how he cared for Anne.

Well, not exactly.

Anne never really felt like his friend. Sebastian and Anne were the complete opposite of himself and his siblings and it just drew more attention to the widening rift of his family. Usually, he felt a deep sadness whenever they interacted. It wasn’t her fault, and he loved Anne, but there was always that lingering want for something he could never have.

A family.

Evelyn, as it turns out, was alone. Just like him.

She made him feel not quite as lonely.

He quickly became able to pinpoint her in a crowd, an ability he only really had for Sebastian and a couple more of the Slytherin lot. Her signature Rose scent could be picked up as soon as she entered a room. It varied day to day but it was always rose. Heady and musky or light and floral.

She was always a Rose.

It’s as though they gravitated towards one another to be snarky and snippy about other people’s perfect lives, whilst theirs remained flawed.

On more than one occasion, they were partnered in potions and they giggled and gently mocked Garreth for his ‘middle child’ shenanigans. Their elbows knocked against each other whilst stirring the various concoctions and she even clutched his arm in wonder as Garreth selflessly demonstrated why you don’t add Unicorn Hair to Focus Potions.

They also buddied up in Defence Against the Dark Arts after she noticed standing too close to Sebastian was a one way ticket to getting picked on to showcase spells. They chatted to one another during class sometimes leading to being scolded by Professor Hecat.

“Mr Gaunt, Miss Hollow. perhaps you can explain to the class what is more important than the differing features between a Grindelow and a Mermaid.” She said harshly, causing the whole class to turn to them.

“Apologies Professor Hecat. Evelyn here was simply explaining to me the differing features. Due to my ability to not see them” Ominis lied. They had been talking about how Duncan Hobhouse had asked her to acquire a Tentacula Leaf.

“You have never needed assistance before, Mr Gaunt” Hecat snapped back just as quickly

“No one ever offered before” he retorted and resumed their conversation with no further interruptions.

~

So he’d decided he was going to show her the Undercroft. It was somewhere special to him and she was becoming…someone special. The day he’d decided to show her had been an awful day. The weather was atrocious, the humidity in the halls sending Ominis into sensory overload. He had back to back Potions into Herbology, his least favourite lessons. And to top it all off, Sebastian would not stop talking about the Gaunts. Their secrets, their heirlooms, their magical artefacts.

It had worn him down to his last nerve and he was looking forward to showing her his hideaway and spending some time with her, alone.

When he rounded the corner in the Defense Against the Dark Arts tower he heard the telltale clockwork mechanics of the Undercroft door opening and shoes walking across tile. They stopped suddenly.

“Hello Sebastian”

And then the subtle smell of blooming roses fell upon him, Engulfing him in a warm blanket of betrayal.

She gasped so quietly even he wasn’t sure he heard it. She hadn’t exhaled since.

“Wait…I can hear you” Ominis was confused and angry and…hurt

“Oh Hello Ominis.” Her voice was still a lullaby to his ears but it had a shaky quality to it. Like she was nervous or scared “I was just heading to-“

“Evelyn? Did you just come from the Undercroft? How did you get in there?” He could feel his face betray his true feelings, a frown forming and his voice turning sharp.

“I-“ she started before realising she couldn’t lie to him “Actually Sebastian brought me there but…” she added quickly “he made it perfectly clear to keep quiet abo-“

“That…rat” for lack of a better term, Ominis saw red. His fingernails dug into the skin of his palm. “You breathe a word about his place to anyone and not even your precious Professor Fig will be able to help you. My father is friends with the headmaster and I’m not afraid to exploit that connection if I need to”

He couldn’t fathom why he said that. Even as the words fell from him he knew they weren’t true. She knew they weren’t true. They’d spoke about how estranged his family had become. She knew it was a lie and yet her breath still caught as he said it.

“Trust me, Ominis I won’t say a word”

“Why should I trust you? You’re Sebastian’s friend not mine” he spat

“You’re my friend” she said meekly and reached out to him. The tiny tug of his robes set him off once again.

“Don’t…touch me!” And he snatched his arm away

“Omin-“

“Sebastian is going to get an earful about this” he strode past her, his shoulder knocking forcefully against hers. He felt bad immediately. The one thing he took from his family was their pride. And it was that same pride that stopped him from turning and apologising. As he tapped onto the various clock faces of The Undercroft, he heard her sharp intake of breath and a shaky exhale of a sob. The soft tap of her heels against the stone fell further and further from earshot as she ran away.

~

“SEBASTIAN!” Ominis shouted the moment he stepped foot into the cavernous room. His voice carried around every nook and cranny.

“Oh…” Sebastian replied, not even bothering to cover up his deceit. She had left not one minute ago, he definitely knew she’d left here.

“How dare you? You had no right!” He poked his long boney finger into Sebastian chest. He knew where he was, the sound of his flinching and sighing pinpointed him exactly.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t think-“ Sebastian started almost immediately being cut off

“What? That I’d find out”

“No-“

“Or did you just perhaps not think at all”

“I didn’t think you’d mind. You two get on really well.”

“Not anymore. You made sure of that.” He thought back to the sound of Evelyn crying and felt another wave of guilt.

“What did you do?” Sebastian rolled his eyes “It wasn’t her fault, she-“

“No! It’s all your fault. It’s all ruined” Ominis threw his arms up in defeat.

“Oh don’t be so dramatic. This place isn’t ruined because she knows about it. She’s a good person, she won’t say anything”

“No you’ve ruined my whole day. I was going to show her this place. It was going to be me who brought her. It should have been me”

“Why does it matter if it’s me or you?”

“It matters, Sebastian”

“You really like her don’t you?”

“Shut up”

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Always There - Chapter Twelve: S.Snape

Summary: Y/N Potter was left with a baby to care for after her brother and sister-in-law were murdered by Voldemort. One person was there for her, a person she didn’t expect but soon became her comfort person, Severus Snape. During Harry’s third year at Hogwarts and her third year as Herbology professor, a few old friends come around again. Y/N has to handle the feelings of these old friends being around again as well as handle her feelings for a certain potions master all while she tries to hide these things from her godson.

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Pairings: Severus Snape x Female Professor Reader, Potter!Reader x friend!Remus, Sister!Reader x James Potter, Potter!Reader x Friend!Sirius

Chapter Warnings: Female Reader, Potter Reader(No physical description of reader) probably shitty writing, Harry growing up in a loving home, death, mentions of sad Snape, Voldemort, death eaters, profanity, sad reader, mentions of reader not taking care of herself, mentions of not eating, reader is not sleeping, crying, flashbacks, not proofread

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Severus and Remus were standing outside of the room on either side of the door, listening in to see if they could hear anything. They couldn't, which made them more concerned, they both thought that they would hear crying or pacing or even just shuffling around, but they heard nothing. Y/N was in the room, by herself, on the bed just staring at the wall, she was trying to cry but she couldn’t. She tried thinking about things that made her sad like her brother, but still, not a single tear to be shed. She was starting to think that something was wrong with her, that something was seriously wrong with her. 

When Harry walked past the room, he was curious as to why the two men were standing outside, not moving and not talking, just standing. “What’s going on? Is Aunt Y/N okay?” the boy asked.

“She wants to be left alone at the moment, we’re just standing here to make sure she’s okay,” Remus replied, trying to ease the boy’s concern. Instead of answering, Harry opened the door and walked into the room, closing the door behind him. He saw his aunt on the bed, just blankly staring at the wall, the smell of cigarettes looming behind in the room despite the open window. The boy decided not to talk and to join his aunt on the bed, climbing in beside her. 

“It’s okay that I lay with you, right?” Harry asked the woman.

“Yeah,” She replied quietly, opening her arms for her nephew to fall into. Harry did just that, laying in his aunt’s arms, his head resting on her shoulder as they laid there quietly.

“Are you okay? I know this summer has been a lot and you’re always making sure that I’m okay but I never see if you are,” He asked her, rambling slightly which made her chuckle lightly.

“I’ll be okay, my love. Maybe not now, but I will be,” She told him, turning her head to plant a gentle kiss on his forehead.

“Can you tell me more stories about your time at Hogwarts with dad?”

“Of course I can, have I ever told you about the time Sirius asked me out?”

“What? No, tell me!”

**

It was well into her fourth year, everything was going exceptionally well. She had the highest marks in her year, she had her friends and her brother and she had quidditch. Now she wasn’t as good at quidditch as her brother but she still excelled at the sport. She had a bet with Sirius, if she had scored over 60 points during their game against Slytherin, he had to chop his hair but if Sirius had scored over 60 points, she had to go on a date with him. This was right before Sirius realized that he had a massive crush on Remus but was still playing into the straight thing. 

As the game went on, the two of them were scoring points left and right, however, Sirius was 20 points ahead of her and James was zooming after the snitch. As Y/N went for the quaffle, that was when James decided it was the perfect time to catch the snitch and win the game for Gryffindor. Sirius had a big smile on his face as he flew over to her, shooting a wink her way.

“Looks like I won, dove. Guess we get to go on a date then, huh?” Sirius teased.

“Just wait until Jamie hears about this one, he’s gonna kill you,” She sing-songed the end of her statement before landing her broom and walking off of the pitch.

Later that night in the common room, the party had finally died down, most of the students going to bed, the marauders and a few others lingering around. Everyone was a few drinks deep other than the two Potters, James was usually the one who drank the most but he decided to stay sober with his sister for once.

“Hey, Prongsy! Guess who has a date with Dove?” Sirius asked loudly, his words slightly slurring together.

“Oh, Dove has a date? Who is this unfortunate bloke?” James teased his sister, who covered her face with her hands.

“It’s me! Haha! I’m going on a date with Dove!” Sirius laughed drunkenly.

“What?”

“We had a bet, if I scored more than 60 points, he had to chop his hair but if he scored over 60 points, I had to go on a date with him. And he ended up scoring 60 and I scored only 40. Trust me, I don’t want to go,” Y/N explained to her brother. 

“Oh come on Y/N, you totally want to go! All the girls want me!”

“Correction, some girls want you and I am not one of them. I’d rather go on a date with Lucius, than go on a date with you.”

“Yikes, that’s unfortunate for you mate,” Remus chimed in with a chuckle.

“You’d go on a date with Snivellus?” Sirius and James asked in unison.

“Okay, one, that was freaky, two, his name is Severus and three, he’s a nice guy so yes, I’d go on a date with him. You guys are just a bunch of assholes to him,” She defended the Slytherin boy.

“You’ve got a crush! Y/N Potter has a crush on Severus Snape!” Sirius shouted.

“Shut up you buffoon! I do not have a crush on Severus,” Her face was hot and she was avoiding eye contact, that was her tell.

“You’re such a liar! Snivelly of all people! Y/N!”

She groaned loudly and hid her face in her knees as she went through relentless teasing from her friends and her brother.

**

“So you’ve had a crush on Uncle Sev since your fourth year? And you guys only just got together?” Harry asked his aunt.

“Well you know how he is, it’s hard to get a read on his emotions. Herminone says that Ron has the emotional range of a teaspoon? Has she met your uncle?” Y/N let out a giggle at her teasing. Harry grinned widely at the sound which made her tilt her head in confusion, “What?”

“I haven’t heard you laugh all summer. It was nice to hear,” He said, bringing a tear to her eye. Harry was quick to wipe the tear from under her eye before it made its way down her cheek. 

“I’m sorry I haven’t been as present lately. I haven’t really been sleeping because I want to keep you safe. I can’t lose you, Harry, you’re my boy. I don’t think I’d be able to handle losing you,” She admitted to her nephew.

“You won’t lose me. I have so many people around me protecting me from Voldemort and keeping me safe. You don’t have to do this alone, Professor McGonagall and Dumbledore will help keep me safe at Hogwarts. Here there are so many more that will keep me safe, so you can take a break. Let someone else keep me safe for once and you relax and rest. We’re all worried about you.”

It was then that the floodgates opened, endless tears streaming down her cheeks as she tried to calm herself down but nothing worked. Harry knew to just let her cry it out, hugging his aunt tight and letting some of his own tears fall. As she cried, the weight on her chest lessened, it felt like she could breathe for the first time since the summer began. She clung to her nephew, keeping him close, his presence alone helping her feel better. Just as she thought she was about to hit rock bottom, her nephew was the one that was helping her back up. They two both knew that it would take a while but she’d get back to where she was eventually. She’d be back to the bubbly and happy-go-lucky person she once was with a little bit of time, some patience and a lot of love and support from her family.

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A not so soft launch (Pablo Gavi x Reader)

**@dohmeti suggested I could do a part 2 for Dealing with the enemy where both of them have to be on the red carpet and I thought it was a great idea. So after some brainstorming, this is what I came up with. This can be read on its own but reading part 1 definetely adds nice context for the characters. I hope you enjoy it and thanks for the love for part 1 ❤️**

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"I'm going to follow you on Instagram".

"Why?"

"To kick start our soft launch".

"Our what?"

Your boyfriend's confusion was hilarious.

"A soft launch is when you leave hints on like social media to let people know we are together. And then we do the hard launch".

"Which is?"

"Posting together, Pablo. What else?"

You keep walking around the room, phone in hand, nervous about this moment. While he just lays down in bed not understanding what a big deal this is.

"It sounds like a lot of work".

"Says the guy who spends 90 minutes running around the pitch like a headless chicken. Liking a couple of posts won't be that tiring".

"But why can't we just say we are together?"

"Because that's not how things are done nowadays. We need to do this and maybe mention something in interviews if we are asked. That type of thing".

He shakes his head and keeps scrolling on his phone while you sit on the edge of the bed, index finger hovering over your phone screen.

"Imagine it's a handbag".

"What?"

"Instead of the follow button, imagine it's the buy button for one of those handbags you love so much. You don't hesitate to press that button…at all".

"I hate you".

He reaches to you to grab you by the waist and take you closer to him.

"It'll be fine when people know about us. Stop worrying".

"But what if I lose my Madrid season ticket? Imagine the scandal".

"I'll give you one for the better team. Swapping Madrid for Barça will be an even better decision than dating me".

"Never!"

You take the phone back and press follow.

"Done!"

"So proud of you, baby", he teases, kissing your head.

"Shouldn't you be happy? You were begging me to follow you on Instagram for ages".

"Until you said yes to my offer to be my girlfriend on the first attempt. That's much better than a follow. And I know you stalk my profile anyways".

"I do not stalk your Instagram".

"And my fan accounts".

"I don't even check those. Stop lying".

"How about that time I saw you watching a video from one of them?"

"It was recommended on my explore page, Gavira".

"The explore page that recommends similar content to the one you search…makes sense".

You get up, taking the clothes you had picked before.

"I'm going to take a shower and you're not invited to join me for being an annoying idiot".

"You still love me!"

"I might change my mind about that!"

                                      **

After your follow, several media outlets posted about why you would follow a Barça player on Instagram and most just assume you had your eye on him. Well, they weren't completely wrong.

There were also comments about it on Gavi's fan pages. You know, those ones you didn't check…while he was around and could see you doing it. They have great photos of him and you liked looking at them when you missed him. 

"Maybe you can comment something on my new photo".

"Like what?"

You go to your Instagram to find the photo you posted a couple of hours ago. It was a behind-the-scenes shot of your show.

"I got it", he says. But he doesn't let you look at what he is writing. 

A notification on your phone alerts you he had sent it and so you check it to see what he came up with.

Smart. Just a comment about work. It gets people talking without being too obvious.

"You're good at this. Ok, what should I answer?"

"How about the zipper emoji?"

"Wait. You're too good at this. I think I've found you a career for when you retire".

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"There are already comments from people who noticed our interaction. Perfect!", you said, pleased.

"What's next?"

“I have an interview tomorrow. I’ll suggest I might be seeing someone. And I’ll share my location too. So people can wonder why I spend so much time in Barcelona”.

He shakes his head, muttering. “So much work”.

                              **

"I've been invited to the movie premiere you are going to".

"Why?"

"I don't know", he shrugs. "I just have. I get invited to a lot of things but refuse to go. I don't want people to think I'm not focused on my career because they see me at parties".

"Makes sense", you say, cuddling to his side. "Why are you telling me about the invitation then?"

"I thought we could go together".

You think about it for a second and yes, it is a good idea. But it also feels too soon. You had only been doing the soft launch for two weeks. 

"I don't know…".

"Come on. It's perfect. We show up together on the red carpet and we don't need to do anything else".

"Can I think about it?"

He nods but you could tell he was unhappy you had refused. So you mentally proceed to do a list of pros and cons. 

"I don't think it's a good idea".

"Well", says Gavi, getting up and leaving you on the sofa alone. "I'm going anyway. The movie sounds fun".

Saying you feel bad would be an understatement but it is what feels like the right decision at the moment. 

                                 **

There had been some tension in the days prior to the premiere and Gavi uses your not wanting to be seen with him as an excuse to leave in a different car to the event. 

So when you get there, you see him already attending the press. He had gone through a couple of groups of journalists and now it is your time to be interviewed by them.

"Oh my God! You look stunning. Tell us who you are wearing tonight".

"Valentino. When I saw this dress at the fitting, I didn't need to see more".

Rehearsed answers are always a winner.

"Have you seen who's here at the premiere?"

"A lot of people, I would assume", you laugh nervously, knowing who they meant.

"Well, you see, we noticed you following Gavi on Instagram a couple of weeks ago and now he's here. Maybe you'll have a chat with him? Even if he is the enemy?"

"Maybe".

You move to the next groups of reporters and, of course, there are more questions about the footballer that was getting all the attention tonight.

Too much attention, if you were to be asked. Out of the corner of your eye, you could see a group of women surrounding him. Their flirty giggles were so annoying. Could they be more obvious?

You try not to roll your eyes while you keep talking to the press.

But then, one of them really pushes her luck, offering her arm so your boyfriend can take her to the red carpet to pose with her. And he accepts her offer. Obviously, she doesn't know he has a girlfriend but what the heck?

While you wait your turn to go to the carpet, you see her getting closer to him. And then…she kisses his cheek when the photographers asked her to do it!

"Oh no she didn't!"

You walk to where they are posing and when Gavi sees it is you approaching them, he starts to smirk. 

"Excuse me", you tell the girl who is still holding onto his arm. "That's my boyfriend so I would appreciate it if you stopped touching him".

She looks at you, shocked, and does as you told her.

“I think you scared her”.

“Good!”

"But what are you doing here? I thought you didn't want anyone seeing us together".

"Oh shut up!"

You grab his face with your hands and kiss him, causing all photographers to move to where you two are standing so they can get the best photo. 

Gavi immediately grabs your waist and deepens the kiss. His plan to make you jealous had worked perfectly.

"There is your hard launch".

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Glenn Rhee x Fem!Reader 

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Warnings: Slavery, mentions of sex slave (But not in detail) 

Y/N: Your Name 

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Even in the apocalypse, people sucked. My parents traded me to some asshole for supplies. They got a lot for me, but now I was stuck to a man who treated me as if I wasn’t a human. He made it clear I was his property now, nothing more than an object to him. He was the leader of his little group and made sure they all knew I was his as well. No one was allowed to talk to me and I wasn’t allowed to speak without permission from ‘Master’. At least he let me wear clothes when he dragged me around on a leash. This has been my life since I was a child. Great parents, right? 

Now that I was a woman ‘Master’ would touch me. He loved touching my body and did it every chance he could. I hardly even flinched when he took my virginity. This was all I’ve ever known. I was nothing more than ‘Master’s’ servant, who came when called. It was the only life I really knew anymore and I hated it. The only thing I can remember from my past is my name. Y/N. I repeated it to myself every night so I’d never forget. Because even though I knew it was more than likely never going to happen, I still had hope I’d escape or be saved. 

Today I was locked in the small room I had come to know as my bedroom, if you can even call it that. All I had was a bed, ‘Master’ kept all my clothes in his room. He had to pick all of them out each day. I was stuck waiting for ‘Master’ to let me out. Y/N. Y/N. Y/N. It was the only thought going through my head when I was alone anymore. I didn’t want to forget my name no matter how hard ‘Master’ tried to make me. A loud gunshot broke my thought and my head snapped to the door. What was happening? More gunshots joined the fight and I heard screaming. My eyes widened and I pushed myself against the wall. I covered my ears to try and drown out the sounds, and shut my eyes tightly. 

Y/N. Y/N. Y/N, Just focus on your name. That’s the only thing you need to know right now. 

After a bit it was quiet. I didn’t remove my hands from my ears or open my eyes. My heart was beating a mile a minute. I was so scared. What if I got blamed for this somehow? ‘Master’ loved to punish me when he was angry, even if I didn’t do anything. I heard a few footsteps coming closer to my door and whimpered quietly. 

“You check that one, I’ll check this one.” Someone with a gruff voice said. That wasn’t anyone I’d heard before. Someone tried my door handle, but it was locked, like always. 

“It’s locked.” A softer voice said. 

“I got it.” The gruff voice said. There was pounding on the door and I whimpered. I shrunk into myself as much as I could. I did not want to get punished. I heard the door break down and started crying, quietly. 

“Wait hold on.” The softer voice said. I heard footsteps come closer and suddenly my hands were being gently pulled away from my head. 

“Hey, you’re okay.” The voice said and I shook my head, keeping my eyes closed tightly. 

“Can you look at me, please?” He asked. I slowly opened my eyes and saw a kind man looking at me with worried eyes. 

“My name is Glenn, this is Daryl.” He said, motioning to the man behind him. I glanced at him and he looked mad. I shrunk into the wall a bit more, but the man, Glenn, gently moved my face to look at him again. 

“What’s your name?” He asked and I blinked a few times. 

“Y-Y/N…” I whispered and he smiled at me. 

“Y/N, can you tell me why you were locked up in here?” He asked and I gulped. 

“It’s okay, you’re safe.” He reassured me. 

“Master didn’t let me out yet…” I whispered and his eyes widened. He looked back at the other man, Daryl, whose eyes were also wide. 

“Was it that asshole that ran this place?” Daryl asked and I nodded slowly. 

“Well, the fucker is dead.” He said and my eyes widened. 

“R-Really?” I asked and he nodded. 

“Yes. They’re all dead.” He said and I just blinked a few times. I let the news settle in and relaxed a little. 

“You can come with us, we have a safe place.” Glenn said and I stiffened a bit. 

“Oh no, you’d be free, Y/N. You can live your own life.” He clarified and I looked at him confused. 

“F-Free?” I asked. Glenn nodded and offered me his hand. I bit my lip and shakily took his hand. He helped me up and smiled at me. 

“I promise you’ll be safe and free, Y/N.” He said and I gave him a small smile. 

The two men led me through the halls that were once my hell. I clung to Glenn’s hand, but he didn’t seem to mind. We walked into the main room and there for a few other people standing around. They turned to look at us and pointed their guns at me. 

“Who’s that?” A woman in an army uniform asked. 

“Hey, relax! She’s not a threat.” Glenn said. Daryl nodded and they lowered their guns. 

“This is Y/N, we found her locked in a room. She was… was forced to work for Noel,” Glenn said and they all looked at the collar on my neck. I blushed and looked away. I felt Glenn gently squeeze my hand. I heard someone walk up to me and saw brown boots standing in front of me. 

“Y/N?” A man with a southern accent asked. I looked up and saw a man in a sheriff’s uniform. 

“How long have you been here?” He asked. 

“M-My parents traded me f-for supplies when I-I was seven…” I quietly answered. Everyone looked at me with wide eyes and a few people even gasped. 

“You’ve been wearing that since you were seven?” A young boy asked and I nodded. 

“M-Master has kept me for himself.” I said and I saw their faces change to anger. I shrunk back, but Glenn gently pulled me a little closer to him. 

“They’re not mad at you, Y/N. They’re mad at what Noel has done to you.” He said and I looked at him confused. 

“Sick bastard.” A ginger man said. 

“He’s gone for good now, Y/N. You don’t need to worry about him anymore.” The man in the sheriff’s uniform said. 

“Come on, let’s get her back.” A woman with a southern accent said. 

“Agreed.” Glenn said and smiled at me. 

“Alright, let’s head out.” The man in the sheriff’s uniform said. Everyone headed for the front door, but Glenn stopped me. 

“Here.” He said and reached for my neck. My eyes widened and I flinched, but he gave me a reassuring smile. He pulled out a knife and very gently cut the collar off my neck. He pulled it off and I looked down at it in his hand. 

“You won’t need that anymore.” He said and tossed it to the side. I looked at it lying on the floor broken and let out a sob. 

“T-Thank y-you.” I said through tears. Glenn gently wrapped an arm around me and pulled me in for a hug. The first genuine hug I’ve felt in years. 

“You’re gonna be alright, Y/N. We’ll all help you.” He whispered and I nodded. He pulled back and still smiled at me. He offered me his hand and I took it a bit more confidently this time. He turned and led me towards the rest of the group. Was I finally free now, or was this all just an act?

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Welcome Aboard Red Edge Residents! We're excited to have you with us. Below the cut you'll find your room assignments. SURPRISE! Everyone gets their own room!

Each room has a living room, and a hot tub on the balcony.

Deck 12

Cyrus Thompson - Room 1204

Kyle Hale - Room 1210

Donald Keller - Room 1212

Marisol Monroe - Room 1218

Lana & Noah Rodgers - Room 1220

Teddy Winston - Room 1222

Tyler Dupont - Room 1224

Thea Murphy - Room 1226

Damon Henderson - Room 1228

Emmett Hills - Room 1230

Melody Hastings - Room 1232

Juliette Maddox - Room 1234

Beau Williams - Room 1250

Flynn Gilbert - Room 1252

Leighton Whitlock - Room 1264

Jeremy Fellows - Room 1268

Max Turner - Room 1278

Luke Myers - Room 1280

Maverick Anderson - Room 1286

Elliot Booker - Room 1288

Klaus Richards - Room 1290

Lucas Roden - Room 1294

Anastasia Hill - Room 1298

Deck 13

Bonnie Brooks - Room 1308

Jax King - Room 1310

Katerina Lopez - Room 1318

Alejandro Fuentes - Room 1328

Silas Rivers - Room 1330

Calliope Adams - Room 1332

Jayce King - Room 1334

Rosalie Collins - Room 1342

Marc Hall - Room 1344

Declan Mitchell - Room 1348

Atlas Quinn - Room 1340

Shane Nichols - Room 1356

Valentina Lopez - Room 1360

Paris Astor - Room 1366

Eric Rose - Room 1368

Nicole Balliol - Room 1370

Pogue O'Connor - Room 1372

Lucia Rossi - Room 1376

Serena Bennett - Room 1380

Isabella Santos - Room 1384

Emma Eklund - Room 1386

Brooke Barlow - Room 1390

Jasmine Harris - Room 1392

Deck 14

Ocean Simmons - Room 1406

Petra Cromwell - Room 1408

Elena Dawson - Room 1418

Ivy Fitzgerald - Room 1420

Aurora Thomson & Chase Knight - Room 1422

Elijah Cavannaugh - Room 1432

Sienna Johnson - Room 1434

Kinsley Argent - Room 1438

Killian Quinn - Room 1442

Kennedy Simpson - Room 1444

Caleb Peace - Room 1446

Mila-Jae Monroe - Room 1448

Austin Barnes - Room 1452

Mariana Florez - Room 1454

Lydia Brown - Room 1460

Tanner Sommers - Room 1462

Autumn Hawthorne - Room 1464

Alexa White & Wyatt Baker - Room 1466

Kiara Langford - Room 1468

Illiana Fuentes - Room 1470

Brittany Miller - Room 1472

Paco Florez - Room 1480

Emersyn Michaels - Room 1482

TJ Cohen - Room 1484

Devin Carter - Room 1486

Kirby Sinclair - Room 1488

Freya Smith - Room 1490

Sloane Ross - Room 1492

Logan Slater - Room 1494

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𝘼 𝙎𝙬𝙚𝙚𝙩 𝙎𝙮𝙢𝙥𝙝𝙤𝙣𝙮

Hobie Brown x Black!Reader

Synopsis | Hobie Brown has listened to you play three times, each time, he falls harder in love

wc | 1342

a/n: I'm simply obsessed with hobie Brown, like he's so fine. But anyways, here y'all go. I also tried new borders and adding synopsis and stuff and honestly I like it, don't know why I didn't do it sooner.

The first time he heard you play was an accident.

Like usual, he had come by your place after dealing with his spiderman duties, or ‘problems the British government are too weak to fix’ as he would say to you time and time again. You had been practicing for an upcoming recital and you had been struggling with the end of it, always gliding your bow too rough or vice-versa. You were so immersed into what you were doing that he couldn’t interrupt, so instead, he sat on the edge of your bed, waiting for you to finish.

“Ok, I basically got it do-” you jump, screaming in fear as you turn around to see hobie with a smile on his face, chin in hand. “What the hell hobes’, why’re you just sittin’ there like a creep?!” and he smiles even more, getting up to hold you. “Why’ve you never told me you could play like that?” he asks, pressing a kiss to your lips.

“I have, you’ve just never heard me play before.” You smile, putting your violin back in its case. “You're lying straight through your teeth, you know that?” He jokes, walking around your room as if examining it.

He was half right. You didn’t tell him that you played the violin, but what you did tell him is that you played an instrument, so he can't be mad at that. Besides, if he wanted to hear you play, he could've asked at any time of day and you would've done it.

“Okay okay, you're right. But now you know, so you gonna stand there sulkin’ like a baby or are you gonna come over here and lay with me?” You ask, patting the empty side of your bed. “You know how to change the topic of conversation a little to well for my likin’, you know that?” He says, laying next to you, pulling you onto his chest. 

“Yes, now stop bein a little baby so we can watch that show you were buggin’ me about.”

The second time he heard you play, you were on stage.

You had bought him a ticket to the concert hall where you would be performing. He could tell that you were excited to play, which is why he made sure to tell Miguel that he wouldn't be available today.

He walks in, confused as to where to go. So he goes to the closest person he thinks works there; a receptionist behind the desk. “Where do I go to find… auditorium seven?” With a pointed finger to the left, he says thank you and walks off, ticket in hand.

He goes up to row fourteen, picking out his seat from dozens. Sitting down with a deep sigh, he plays with the ribbed scrunchie you had given him months ago. He waits in silence for the recital to start, fatigue almost taking him. 

His attention is caught once the lights dim down from everywhere besides the middle of the stage. The pianists go first, and he enjoys it, but it doesn’t really catch his attention. His knee shakes out of suspense as the stage closes for what could've been the twentieth time. The violinists go next, and he gets excited, sitting up straighter in his chair. You told him that you would be the fifth to last one to play, but you didn’t tell him how many people would be playing. So here he was, waiting to see when you would come out from the side of the stage in all your beauty. 

The seventh person goes, and now he’s just straight bored. Now don’t get him wrong, he fucked with classical music, he thought it was cool, but he wasn’t all that interested it if it wasn’t you. So when you came out, he was all the more happier. 

The audiences’ volume lowered once again, and you put your bow unto the strings. He leaned forward, as if to get closer to you; then you started playing. He didn’t know if it was the fact that he was in love with you, or if he knew that you being on stage meant that this entire was close to being over, but it was as if you and him were the only ones who existed. He could see the passion you had inside of you from the way you played, and it brought a smile onto his features. You had a certain expression on your face that he could only read as a love only you could understand.

When it was all over, you found him through the thick crowd and ran into his arms, hugging him tightly. “Did you see me hobes’?” You ask, taking his hand in yours. “No, I fell asleep. Sorry love.” He deadpans, struggling to hold back a grin as he watches your face drop. “Your fuckin joking babe. Don't do that to me!” You whine, playfully punching him in the arm as he almost doubles over in laughter. “I'm so sorry love, I had to do it.” He sighs, wiping a tear from his eye “Don't get slapped.” You whisper as the two of you walk out onto the crowded street. “What was that?” He teases, bending down to hear you better. “I'm gonna hit you in a second.” You say, pushing his head from yours. 

The third time he hears you play, he knows he’s gonna spend the rest of his life with you.

He was making dinner, a simple dish of spaghetti and garlic bread, while you were on the couch watching something that you’ve surely already watched a million times before. He was checking to see if the bread was ready when all of a sudden you gasp loudly, causing him to almost burn himself against the top of the oven. “Shit- what the yell y/n, you good?”

You don’t answer, instead running to your now shared room to get your violin. Curious to see what you're doing, he follows after you. “What idea has your frightening brain come up with that you screamed like a dying banshee?” He asks, leaning against the doorframe. “Hobes, you're about to see me flex on something that I’ve been able to do since I was fourteen.” You smile, running back to the living room. “ This should be interesting.”

You unpause the movie, placing the violin under your chin as you get ready to play. The scene unfolding before Hobie Brown is… a spectacle to say the least. You’re currently playing the violin version of the scene from the end of Sister Act 2. The fact that you took the time to learn this more than five years ago is wild to him. But it’s what makes him fall in love with you all the more. You finish, turning to him with a smile that could rival the sun. “Why did you take time out of your life to learn that specific part of the movie, and why did you do it so well?” He asks, confusion written all over his face. “I used to hyperfixate on things for like months a time, and this was one of them.” You say, big smile still painted on your face

“Was the hyperfixation the movie itself, or was it learning songs from movies on the violin?” “It was both, but you can’t lie; both Sister Act movies were nothing but fire.” You say, walking up to him, violin long discarded.

“Sure love, whatever you say.” He takes your hips in his grasp, gently pulling you against him. “What, you don’t think so?” You ask, pressing kisses onto his entire face, effectively making him laugh. “Yes, I do think that both Sister Act movies are good, great even.” He chuckles, pressing one kiss on the side of your forehead. “You know you love me and all of my unusual interests.’ You smirk, walking into the kitchen. “Do I, do I really?”

“Hey! What’s that supposed to mean?”

Yeah, he’s never letting you go, you sound to sweet to him.

-Nene

[ninjastormhawkkat]

The Fall of Fair City - Chapter 5

"Alright then. Let's go CHF!" With that, Wordgirl zoomed into another villain battle. Her and her sidekick going off against The Learnerer, Dr. Two Brains (her dad) and his henchmen. As usual, each side gave their best efforts during the battle, both trying to seek an advantage. At the same time though, neither side was going to fight tooth and nail to become victorious. Each party having their own reasons for setting this battle with limits. "Huggy, initiate plan 1342-B." Wordgirl commanded at one point. Huggy gave a salute as she grabbed her sidekick and flipped him over to some gadgets placed on a table marked containment. Huggy landed safely, and like the lightning bolt printed on his uniform, the monkey quickly grabbed two rays and blasted them at the henchmen who were charging at him, trying to grab the monkey. Like in a western film, Huggy was able to entrap the approaching henchmen in some type of sticky foam, snaring them stunned in their tracks. "Holy cow!" Dr. Two Brains exclaimed in surprise after he witnessed the whole thing. "When did your sidekick learn to do that?" He asked Wordgirl in bewilderment. "Well Huggy and I have been rereading over a certain heroic guidebook where the author mentioned about using learning new skills to help improve in battle rather than relying on just what you already know. So Huggy and I been practicing on using gadgets for our battles rather than just our physical prowess. I must say Huggy has really improved in his accuracy and aim." Wordgirl exclaimed proudly, complimenting her sidekick who was blushing from the praise. "You really are progressing a lot Wordgirl." Dr. Two Brains commented, trying to sound annoyed and bothered that the local hero was gaining advantage over the villains now. A small smile betrayed how the mad scientist truly felt about Wordgirl's advancement. Wordgirl was soon distracted away from Dr. Two Brains when The Learnerer began using his homemade tractor beam and a few of the inventions against her, trying to entrap her or at least give the other two time to escape capture. Huggy lept into action to help her, leaving Dr. Two Brains to his own devices. Usually the mad scientist would take this advantage and make a clean getaway, but the villain codebook stated that villains in team ups should at least try and help their partner escape when they could along with them. So Two Brains began searching through the storage room, trying to find an invention that would give him and The Learnerer an advantage. His red/pink eyes soon caught the image of white tarp covering something bulky, located in a spacious area of the room. Dr. Two Brains ran too it quickly while Wordgirl and Huggy were distracted with battling The Learnerer. Curiosity and motivation to make an successful villain getaway urged Two Brains to lift the tarp and see what was under it, hoping it could help him. Quickly Dr. Two Brains yanked the tarp off the machine ignoring any snagging vibrations or sounds of tearing. Dr. Two Brains observed the ray. It was metallic in form and color, medium sized, rectangular in shape. One side slanted at an angle. It displayed a control board panel attached to it. There were a few switches, one lever located on the other side, sticking up. Two Brains could see more meters and digital boards on the control panel than switches. Right in the center of the panel, some type of shape resembling a beaker was embossed in the center, a dark hole connected to a small tube was carved at the top of the shape. Two metal rods were stuck to the side of the rectangular device. It looked modified, new, an invention the mad scientist had never seen before in his life. So why was Dr. Two Brains frozen in place, a look of fear in his eyes. His whole body was shaking with that feeling. But there was also something else he was feeling. Rage? 'This doesn't make sense.' Two Brains tried to logically analyze the two pulsating emotions in his body causing him to freeze like a statue and shake violently with fury. @melodythebunny @drtwobrainsstuff

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Shades Ch.9

Pairing: Walter Marshall x Faith Culver (Vampire!OFC)

WC 1342

Warnings: None

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Walter sat in his truck for a little while outside the bar. He could see the Christmas party going on through the front windows that were strung with white lights, a festive wreath on the front door. He hasn't spoken to or seen Faith since that night, his brain moving over the new information about her as he tried to settle how she was in the past and what she had done, with how she was now. Her "that was the cost of doing business" reasoning was incredibly cold and callous, especially since she was talking about taking lives.

Grabbing the box on the front seat, he got out of the truck and walked up to the door, seeing the sign hanging on it in front of the wreath saying that it was closed for a private party. The door was locked when he tried to open it, so he knocked solidly, waiting.

"I got it!" He heard Faith yell, "Probably someone else who can't read a damn…" She stopped as the door swung open and she saw him there. "Sign. Hey."

"Hey." Walter said and he looked her over quickly, seeing the bright red sweater with the fluffy white Llama on the front wrapped in Christmas lights. "Can I come in? I brought pie." He held up the box briefly.

"Uh---"

"Walter!" He was suddenly hugged by a waitress that had pushed past Faith and he backed up a step at the force. "Oh my god! Faith didn't tell us you were coming!"

"She drank a lot--" Faith started. 

"I drank a lot of mulled wine tonight." She said giggling, "But it's Faith's fault for making it so damn good!"

"There's mulled cider, too, you didn't have to drink the wine." Faith said and the waitress made a rude noise.

"Mulled cider and mulled wine?" Walter asked as the waitress pulled away.

"Old family recipes." Faith said with a shrug.

"Oh my god get in here it's freezing." The waitress said and pulled him into the bar by his coat, Faith closing the door behind him and locking it again.

"I'll take this." Faith said and took the box from him, moving off with it as Walter took off his coat, the waitress bouncing away, but coming back with a glass mug of steaming, deep red liquid.

"Try this." She said, pushing it into his hand and he brought it to his nose, sniffing. It smelled like alcohol with spices and citrus and he took a sip.

"Damn." He said, looking at it.

"Right?!" She said, "Oh my god it's so good."

"It's dangerously good." Walter agreed, taking another sip of the wine. He switched to the mulled cider, which was equally as warming and fantastic, once the wine was finished, talking to the waitresses and their guests to the party. Faith basically avoided him all night, always disappearing to who knows where when he tried to approach her and not even looking at him.

"Faith!" He heard, "Do we have any more napkins in the back?"

"Yeah, I'll grab a box!" He followed her quickly as she walked to the back of the bar and into the store room.

"Oh, hey." She said, looking at him quickly then away. "I can get them myself, they're not heavy."

"I know." Walter said.

"I'm surprised you came at all, truth be told."

"You invited me."

"I know I did, I just thought after our last conversation, you wouldn't…you wouldn't want anything to do with me anymore."

"Yeah, that didn't end the best way." She went to move around him with the box of napkins she had pulled from a shelf, but he stepped into her path, taking the box from her and setting it aside. "Faith." She didn't, or couldn't, look at him. "Faith, I…fuck."

"I really need to--" She stopped as he reached out, holding her arms gently.

"Faith, in my job, I've seen a lot of bad things." Walter said, "I've looked evil and darkness in the face and I've seen what it's capable of. I've seen monsters. You're not it."

"Walter, I--"

"By your own admission, you aren't proud of the things you've had to do to survive. The fact that you've…done certain things doesn't make you a monster, doesn't make you evil, just due to the fact that you hated that you had to do them, but you did them anyway to keep going. It doesn't make you a monster, it makes you a survivor." Walter said, "What you did back in the 20's was horrible, yes, but you did it to protect yourself. I can't imagine what it was like for a woman back then, especially one that ignored gender rules and did her own thing. All I know from that time period is from the internet and the History Channel, but the people you got rid of--"

"The people I killed." Faith said, looking up at him.

"The people you killed." He said nodding, "They were not good people. They threatened you, they threatened your livelihood, just like they did to so many others. I have no doubt that if you hadn't done what you did, they would have tried to kill you to send a message to not say no to them."

"You're probably right." Faith said.

"As I said, I've seen evil and darkness, I've seen true monsters, and you're not it, Faith. You think you are, but you're not." Walter said, "You're a survivor, plain and simple." She was silent for a long while, looking away from him. "Besides, a monster wouldn't wear a Christmas Llama sweater." She snorted at that, her lips pulling into a smile that made one stretch across his own face.

"Thank you, Walter." She said, looking up at him, "For not thinking I'm a monster. It means a lot."

"Any time." Walter said and reached over, grabbing the box of napkins. "They're probably wondering why we've been in here so long."

"If you want to mess with them, you could zip up your fly as we walk out." She said and he barked a laugh, his ears heating slightly.

"That'd be hilarious, but I think I'll pass." He said and they left the store room, stopping as they saw the others waiting for them with smiles on their faces.

"What?" She asked.

"Would you look at that," One said, "You two are under the mistletoe." They looked up, seeing the plastic plant that had been taped above the door.

"Okay, that had definitely not been there before." Faith said.

"We put it up after Walter followed you in." Another said, "Had to move quickly because we didn't know how long you would be."

"You didn't need the damn napkins, did you?" She asked and a waitress giggled.

"Nope." She said, "Walter has been trying to talk to you all night so we figured he wouldn't pass up the opportunity to get you alone. We were right! Now, mistletoe, kissy kissy."

"Oh my god, you guys."

"Just a little kiss. A tiny smooch, that's all."

"It is tradition." Walter said and Faith shot him a look.

"Don't encourage bad behavior." She said, "You're a dad, you should know this." Walter set aside the unneeded box of napkins and turned to her, turning her to face him with his hands on her shoulders gently. She was very still, but didn't move away from him, and she could have at any time, as he leaned into her, his head tilting to the side slightly before he pressed his lips to hers gently. His heart actually fluttered as he kissed her and she was still for half a second before she relaxed into him, her eyes closing as she pressed back, her hands coming up to hold his arms when he cradled her face gently as he breathed her in.

"I fuckin knew it!" They parted with a small laugh at the exclamation, Faith's forehead dropping to his chest.

"You're all fired." She said and they laughed, going back to the festivities.

[juphanie]

Archaeological Site at St Pierre's Cathedral

One of the most significant sites of its kind north of the Alps, it is presented in several specially equipped spaces within the excavations, using cutting-edge museum technologies. The visit thus begins in the 3rd-century BC and leads up to the construction of the current cathedral in the 12th century.

The space under Saint-Pierre Cathedral contains the remains of the many churches that preceded the current structure: the oldest of these dates from the late 4th century, providing evidence of Geneva's pivotal role in the development of Christianity. Furthermore, the excavations have brought to light traces of pre-Christian occupation of the hill: wells, a grain processing area, a likely ceremonial building and an Allobrogian tomb.

This large star-shaped impression, discovered under the Cour Saint-Pierre outside the doorway is what remains of the casting of a bell. It is the diameter, 2.05 metres, that leads us to attribute it to the "Clémence", the greatest bell of the cathedral, cast in 1407 thanks to a gift by Robert of Geneva, Pope at Avignon (antipope) from 1342-94 under the name of Clement VII. The casting of the bell was done in a pit, into which the mould was lowered and then interred, to avoid explosion due to the pressure of molten metal.

The body of a Allobrogian chief was buried down in this tomb. The hole you see dug at the top right of the picture is where someone dug up his head to recover treasure his head may have been adorned with. This dude is having a rough go trying to get some respect in the afterlife, methinks.

Drawing on the left represents what archaeologists believe is being excavated in the picture on the right.

Even today in northern climates, it is often necessary to dry corn after harvesting. One of the service areas, attached to the residence of an important person of the town, could well have been used for this purpose. It was provided with a heating room where very dry air could circulate and so assure long conservation of the cereals found in considerable quantities in this area. This construction antedates the northern cathedral.

Transcription: GENAVA AUG C (?)

Fragment of an inscription

Part of a dedication to the deified city of Geneva.

Limestone. Roman period.

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Fuente: benjaminfulford.net

Por si te lo perdiste, Estados Unidos ahora tiene un gobierno militar.

En primer lugar, esta semana quiero empezar con un mensaje para las personas que entraron en mi ordenador y borraron mis notas de la semana: cualquier gobierno que tenga miedo de la verdad está condenado. Cuando todo esto termine, o seréis ejecutados por traición o pasaréis el resto de vuestra vida en la cárcel.

Ahora, las noticias: el mayor acontecimiento para Occidente en la última semana fue el anuncio de un gobierno militar en los EE.UU. el 9 de julio. Este anuncio se hizo durante la cumbre del 75º aniversario de la OTAN en Washington DC. En caso de que te lo hayas perdido, aquí está en el sitio web oficial de la Casa Blanca:

https://www.whitehouse.gov/briefing-room/presidential-actions/2024/07/09/memorandum-on-delegation-of-functions-and-authorities-under-sections-1333-1342-1352-and-1353-of-the-national-defense-authorization-act-for-fiscal-year-2024/

Para subrayar esto, el actor que interpreta el papel del presidente Joe Biden se paró frente a todas las delegaciones de la OTAN reunidas para presentar al presidente ucraniano Vladimir Zelensky como "Presidente Putin" y a la vicepresidenta Kamala Harris como "Vicepresidente Trump".

En el video a continuación se puede ver en los rostros del llamado Asesor de Seguridad Nacional Jake Sullivan, el falso Secretario de Defensa Lloyd Austin y el satánico Secretario de Estado Anthony Blinken que no participaron en el cambio de régimen.

https://benjaminfulford.net/wp-content/uploads/2024/07/Blinken-Austin-Sullivan-listening-to-Biden-call-Trump-his-running-mate.mp4

Para hacerlo más explícito, a Biden también se le dijo que dijera que recibe órdenes de su “comandante en jefe, el jefe del estado mayor del ejército”.

https://benjaminfulford.net/wp-content/uploads/2024/07/Biden-says-hes-following-the-advice-of-the-Commander-in-Chief.mp4

Aunque el comunicado de prensa de la Casa Blanca no dice a quién le entregó el poder Biden, es una apuesta segura decir que fue el general Charles Q. Brown.

https://www.jcs.mil/Leadership/Article-View/Article/1974872/gen-charles-q-brown-jr/

El Presidente del Estado Mayor Conjunto está ahora dirigiendo un gobierno militar de emergencia.

La instalación de un gobierno militar se produce en medio de enormes acontecimientos geopolíticos durante la semana pasada, que incluyen el surgimiento de una alianza militar euroasiática que eclipsa a la OTAN y está a punto de absorberla. Analizaremos esto más adelante.

Por ahora, sin embargo, tomamos nota del intento de asesinato con falsa bandera contra Donald Trump durante el fin de semana. Lo primero que hay que decir es que todos estamos hartos de que la política se maneje a través de un teatro callejero escenificado por masones. Una sociedad sana debería tener un debate público basado en hechos para decidir el mejor camino a seguir hacia el futuro. Si los resultados no son satisfactorios, entonces cambiamos de rumbo en consecuencia. Que las sociedades secretas decidan sin la participación del público conduce inevitablemente a la decadencia social y la desigualdad.

https://benjaminfulford.net/wp-content/uploads/2024/07/2024-07-15-20.51.11.mp4

Dicho esto, está claro que el intento de asesinato de Trump fue planeado para lograr que la opinión pública apoyara el arresto de los opositores de Trump. Estas son las señales:

En primer lugar, antes del evento, Biden dijo: “Es hora de poner a Trump en el blanco”.

https://www.indiatvnews.com/news/world/biden-tells-nato-that-ukraine-can-and-will-stop-russia-vladimir-putin-announces-historic-aid-for-kyiv-latest-updates-2024-07-10-941100

Entonces recuerden este tuit publicado por Alex Soros, ampliamente interpretado como una oferta de dinero para el asesinato de Trump.

Además de esto, muchos comentaristas políticos como Rick Wilson en MSNBC pidieron que alguien “le metiera una bala a Donald Trump”.

https://benjaminfulford.net/wp-content/uploads/2024/07/video_2024-07-15_16-50-09.mp4

Dado que el posible asesino era un miembro de ANTIFA que apareció en comerciales de Black Rock controlados por Rockefeller, es probable que hubiera un complot genuino de la mafia jázara para matar a Trump.

Thomas Mathew Crooks:

https://benjaminfulford.net/wp-content/uploads/2024/07/2024-07-15-21.17.52-1.mp4

Entonces, el escenario probable es que los sombreros blancos permitieron que el grupo Rockefeller continuara con este intento para darles suficiente cuerda para ahorcarse.

El hecho de que se les ordenara a los francotiradores del Servicio Secreto que se retiraran incluso después de que muchas personas detectaran al posible asesino también indica que el evento fue orquestado:

Mi nombre es Jonathan Willis, soy el oficial que aparece en la famosa foto de los dos francotiradores en el tejado durante el mitin de Trump. Vine aquí para informar al público que tenía al asesino en la mira durante al menos 3 minutos, pero el jefe del servicio secreto se negó a dar la orden de eliminar al culpable. Los altos mandos me impidieron al 100% matar al asesino antes de que disparara al presidente Trump.

Mi impresión general es que este evento fue típico de la mafia jazara. Siempre que salen malas noticias, como un déficit comercial récord, organizan una distracción, como hacer que Britney Spears muestre una teta en público y luego hacer que los medios se concentren en eso.

El intento de asesinato ritual masónico se produjo en medio de enormes acontecimientos geopolíticos y combates extremadamente graves en la actual guerra secreta por el planeta Tierra.

Durante la semana pasada, el servicio de seguridad ruso, los norcoreanos, las sociedades secretas asiáticas, el sindicato Yamaguchi Gumi, el MI6, la CIA y otros contactaron a la Sociedad del Dragón Blanco acerca de las intensas batallas que ahora están en curso.

Como dijo el jefe del MI6: “El movimiento esencial que vemos en el panorama geopolítico es el de unos Estados Unidos fracasados ​​que luchan duro pero fracasan, mientras que el resto sigue adelante. Las luchas internas internacionales son el declive de la vieja clase dirigente y un cambio de régimen”.

Un indicio de lo intensa que se ha vuelto la situación son los ejercicios militares de tropas chinas en la frontera con Polonia y la presencia de 120.000 soldados del Ejército Popular de Liberación en Estados Unidos.

JJ Carrell, ex agente adjunto de la Patrulla Fronteriza de EE.UU., habla sobre los inmigrantes ilegales chinos que YA HAN INGRESADO a Estados Unidos “Los analistas militares ya han determinado que al menos 120.000 son soldados del Ejército Popular de Liberación en Estados Unidos”.

Estados Unidos está en GRAVES PROBLEMAS como ya sabemos.

https://benjaminfulford.net/wp-content/uploads/2024/07/120000-Chinese-Peoples-Liberation-Army-Ground-Force-are-in-America-RIGHT-NOW.mp4

El servicio de seguridad ruso por su parte dice que Estados Unidos e Israel pronto…

“Dejará de existir”. La razón es la decisión tomada en la reciente cumbre de la Organización de Cooperación de Shanghái, el 4 de julio, de reemplazar el dólar estadounidense por una moneda de los BRICS este otoño.

Este fue el resultado de negociaciones extremadamente intensas entre el presidente ruso, Vladimir Putin, y el presidente indio, Narendra Modi, en su cumbre en Moscú la semana pasada.

Los dólares estadounidenses en poder de no estadounidenses ya son la moneda de facto de los BRICS, pero India ha estado bloqueando los intentos de cambiar el nombre de esos dólares a moneda de los BRICS porque eso entregaría el control de facto a China, el mayor tenedor de esos dólares.

Para apaciguar a Modi, Rusia ha suministrado a la India más de 60.000 millones de dólares en petróleo y armas y ha aceptado pagos en rupias que Rusia no puede gastar. Rusia está subiendo la apuesta al ofrecer construir una serie de plantas de energía nuclear en la India y suministrarles uranio.

Rusia también ha convencido a la India para que acepte la nueva moneda creando una alianza militar entre ella, la India, Mongolia y Corea del Norte. Todos estos países comparten frontera con China, por lo que claramente esta es la manera de Rusia de prometer que no se permitirá que China intimide a sus vecinos.

Por eso, India anunció que construiría 12 represas hidroeléctricas en Arunachal Pradesh, una región reclamada por China. Pueden hacerlo ahora porque saben que Rusia los respalda.

Por supuesto, este abrazo de oso ruso no le salió gratis a la India. Resulta que, como parte de su alianza militar con Rusia, la India ha enviado tropas a Ucrania para luchar contra el régimen títere del KIM.

https://indianexpress.com/article/cities/chandigarh/pm-modi-back-frontline-punjab-manrussian-army-9449039/

En esta fotografía de Modi al salir de Rusia se puede ver que tiene mucho en qué pensar como resultado de su viaje a Rusia.

Sin embargo, en una señal de que la alianza militar ruso-euroasiática no está dirigida contra China, las tropas chinas realizaron la semana pasada ejercicios militares en Bielorrusia, cerca de la frontera con Polonia, miembro de la OTAN.

https://www.dw.com/en/chinas-joint-maneuvers-with-belarus-is-the-sco-behind-it/a-69649357

Según los servicios de inteligencia polacos, los ejercicios comenzaron justo cuando comenzaba la cumbre de la OTAN y, como resultado, las tropas polacas y ucranianas se retiraron de la frontera con Bielorrusia. Después, los bielorrusos y los chinos también se retiraron de la frontera. La OTAN emitió entonces un comunicado en el que afirmaba que “la OTAN es una alianza defensiva”.

https://www.nato.int/cps/en/natohq/official_texts_227678.htm?selectedLocale=en

Las tropas polacas han sido ahora reubicadas en la frontera con Ucrania, donde se las ha visto ejecutando a soldados ucranianos que huían.

https://halturnerradioshow.com/index.php/news-selections/world-news/breaking-news-poland-border-troops-execute-fleeing-ukraine-troops

En un último intento desesperado por parecer relevante, la OTAN publicó un nuevo video a favor de Ucrania. “A pesar de la propaganda, saben que la OTAN será desmantelada muy pronto”, dice una fuente del Pentágono.

https://benjaminfulford.net/wp-content/uploads/2024/07/The-latest-NATO-ad-for-more-cannon-fodder-Ukraine-.mp4

Entre bastidores, el presidente húngaro, Víctor Orban, que actualmente es el jefe de la Unión Europea, inició una intensa diplomacia. Visitó Ucrania, Rusia y China antes de volar a Mar a Largo para reunirse con Donald Trump, tras lo cual tuiteó:

“Fue un honor visitar al presidente [Donald Trump] en Mar-a-Lago hoy. Hablamos sobre maneras de lograr la paz. La buena noticia del día: ¡lo va a resolver!”

https://www.aljazeera.com/news/2024/7/12/hungarys-viktor-orban-meets-trump-at-mar-a-lago-for-peace-mission-5-0

Obsérvese que no se molestó en reunirse con Biden ni con sus asesores y llamó a Trump “presidente”.

Nuestras fuentes en las distintas agencias y sociedades secretas dicen que se está trabajando en un acuerdo por el cual la OTAN se unirá a la alianza militar euroasiática de Rusia. Esta alianza se ocupará entonces de la seguridad de la masa continental euroasiática.

Al mismo tiempo, los Cinco Ojos anglosajones se harán cargo de los océanos para garantizar el libre flujo del comercio, luchar contra los piratas, etc. Los Cinco Ojos también están tratando de convencer a Japón para que se una a ellos para formar una alianza de “seis ojos” para vigilar los océanos.

Sin embargo, esto tendrá que esperar hasta que se resuelva una lucha de poder muy grave en Japón. La semana pasada hubo un intento de golpe de estado militar allí y la situación aún no se ha resuelto.

Según informa la emisora ​​nacional NHK:

“El Ministerio de Defensa japonés ha reprendido a 218 miembros del ministerio y de las Fuerzas de Autodefensa de Japón, incluido personal de alto rango, por mala conducta”.

https://www3.nhk.or.jp/nhkworld/en/news/20240712_16/

Los cargos eran obviamente falsos e incluían cosas como “comer comida de cafetería gratis”. Además, el informe dice que el Ministro de Defensa Kihara Minoru reemplazará al jefe de la Armada, el almirante Sakai Ryo, el 19 de julio. El hecho de que no pudiera despedirlo inmediatamente muestra que la batalla está lejos de terminar.

Nuestras propias fuentes cercanas al Emperador dicen que el régimen actual no podrá despedir a la mayoría del mando militar porque es de conocimiento común entre los militares que fueron responsables del asesinato de más de 500.000 japoneses con vacunas.

Como ejemplo de ello, el ex ministro del Interior Kazuhiro Haraguchi –quien estaba a cargo de todas las fuerzas policiales de Japón- se ha disculpado públicamente por las muertes masivas causadas por las vacunas.

https://www.thaimbc.com/2024/06/01/top-japanese-government-official-issues-apology-for-mass-vaccine-deaths/

El sindicato japonés Yamaguchi Gumi y otros miembros del hampa, así como varias sociedades secretas, prometen que eliminarán al falso embajador estadounidense Rahm Emmanuel y a otros controladores japoneses en un futuro cercano.

No lo han hecho todavía porque se les ha pedido que esperen a que los jefes de Emmanuel en Estados Unidos sean destituidos del poder. Esto está sucediendo ahora, como hemos señalado anteriormente. Mensaje a Emmanuel: “Haz las maletas y vete mientras aún tengas tiempo”.

Esta semana se están celebrando importantes reuniones relacionadas con este tema en las sociedades secretas de Taiwán y también en el seno del Partido Comunista Chino. No conocemos los detalles de estas conversaciones, pero varias fuentes dejan claro que algún tipo de cambio de régimen es inevitable.

Por su parte, los norcoreanos han iniciado negociaciones con la alianza de los sombreros blancos. La semana pasada ofrecieron acceso a la vasta riqueza mineral de Corea del Norte a cambio de la unificación de la península coreana, según una fuente directamente involucrada en las negociaciones.

Corea del Norte posee dos tercios del suministro mundial de tierras raras, así como 20 millones de toneladas de oro, entre otros recursos. La tabla que nos facilitaron los norcoreanos (que traduciremos más adelante) muestra exactamente cuánta riqueza poseen.

La alianza de sombreros blancos aceptó la propuesta norcoreana y el jefe del MI6 emitió la siguiente declaración en respuesta:

“Deseamos al pueblo coreano paz y unidad y siempre apoyaremos esta decisión. Su decisión es suya y toda la comunidad internacional la respaldará”.

Por supuesto, todas estas medidas tendrán que esperar hasta que se complete la destrucción de los regímenes actuales en Estados Unidos e Israel.

Como hemos señalado anteriormente, este proceso está en marcha en Estados Unidos. El primer ministro húngaro, Orban, llama a Trump presidente porque eso es lo que es. Si todavía no entiende que las elecciones de 2020 fueron un robo, compare el mapa inferior que muestra qué estados exigen identificación con fotografía para votar y los estados que no la exigen con el mapa superior.

Los antiguos asesores del falso Biden ahora están organizando una desesperada acción de retaguardia para mantenerse en el poder. Aquí, por ejemplo, se puede ver al ex estratega jefe de Obama, David Axelrod, en CNN, tratando de echar por tierra a Biden diciendo:

“Biden no va a ganar esta carrera… es más probable que pierda por una mayoría aplastante que que gane por un estrecho margen”.

https://benjaminfulford.net/wp-content/uploads/2024/07/David-Axelrod-on-CNN-.mp4

Ahora el senador Tommy Tuberville afirma que Chuck Schumer, Nancy Pelosi y Barack Obama han estado dirigiendo secretamente Estados Unidos durante la presidencia de Biden

“Ellos han tenido el control total. No el presidente”, dijo a Fox News.

https://benjaminfulford.net/wp-content/uploads/2024/07/Senator-Tommy-Tuberville-claims-that-Chuck-Schumer-Nancy-Pelosi-and-Barack-Obama-run-the-White-House-.mp4

Los militares actuaron porque la mafia jazara planeaba utilizar aún más votantes ilegales para detener un robo electoral mayor este año.

Para frenar esta situación, Estados Unidos firmó este mes un acuerdo con Panamá para “cerrar el paso de migrantes ilegales” por el Tapón del Darién. El presidente panameño, José Raúl Mulino, también se ha comprometido a impedir que el país centroamericano sea una ruta de tránsito para los migrantes. Para ello, se están colocando alambres de púas y se están intensificando las patrullas navales.

https://edition.cnn.com/2024/07/11/americas/panama-darien-gap-barbed-wire-migrants-intl-latam/index.html

También existe una reacción violenta contra los inmigrantes en el Reino Unido.

Vea a la presentadora de televisión británica Alex Phillips hablar sobre los delitos cometidos por inmigrantes en Londres. Phillips dijo que tuvo que esconderse en la casa de un vecino después de que un migrante la siguiera hasta su casa y le robaran el teléfono. También afirma que las hijas adolescentes de su amiga han sido seguidas, manoseadas y agredidas sexualmente.

“No me importa si la gente se da vuelta y dice ‘eres racista’, porque mi seguridad y la seguridad de las mujeres en este país es primordial”.

https://benjaminfulford.net/wp-content/uploads/2024/07/Watch-British-TV-anchor-Alex-Phillips-go-off-about-migrant-crime-in-London.mp4

Nuestras fuentes en el Reino Unido afirman que se ha iniciado una ofensiva allí, pero por razones de seguridad operativa no pueden proporcionar detalles en este momento. Sin embargo, el MI6 confirma que no han recibido ni un solo documento en papel firmado por el “rey Carlos” y que el rey que aparece en los medios es IA.

También confirman que esta nueva “aparición pública” de Kate Middleton es solo otra doble de cuerpo.

(Hay 2 fotos del doble de cuerpo de Kate en el enlace de abajo)

https://www.ctvnews.ca/world/kate-princess-of-wales-at-wimbledon-in-a-rare-public-appearance-since-revealing-she-has-cancer-1.6963404

Volviendo a los EE.UU., una gran razón por la que los militares están tomando medidas es porque saben que la frontera se está utilizando para el tráfico de personas del peor tipo, como lo muestra este titular:

“Los denunciantes de la administración Biden afirman que 'miles de millones de dólares de los contribuyentes' fueron utilizados por un contratista del gobierno para traficar con niños en la frontera”

“Los niños fueron enviados a direcciones que eran casas abandonadas o inexistentes en algunos casos”, dijo a los republicanos Deborah White, empleada federal asignada a la Oficina de Reubicación de Refugiados (ORR) del Departamento de Salud y Servicios Humanos. White dijo: “En Michigan, un niño fue enviado a un campo abierto, incluso después de que informamos que habíamos hecho una llamada al 911 después de escuchar a alguien gritar pidiendo ayuda, pero aun así el niño fue enviado”.

https://nypost.com/2024/07/09/us-news/biden-admin-whistleblowers-claim-billions-of-taxpayer-dollars-used-by-contractor-to-traffic-children-on-border/

Los sombreros blancos de la agencia también están publicando más información sobre la red pedófila de la mafia jazara:

“¿Podría ser esta una de las principales razones por las que no se ha publicado la lista de Epstein?”

“Más sobre Epstein que parece un poco sospechoso…”

https://benjaminfulford.net/wp-content/uploads/2024/07/Want-to-see-something-fishy_-Epstein-.mp4

Más esto:

Antony Blinken vinculado a Jeffrey Epstein: fue a la escuela donde enseñaba, su familia está vinculada a la amante de Epstein

El padrastro del secretario de Estado Antony Blinken fue un confidente cercano y abogado del padre de Ghislaine Maxwell, Robert Maxwell.

Samuel Pisar, el padrastro del secretario de Estado del régimen de Biden, Antony Blinken, era un confidente cercano y abogado del padre de Ghislaine Maxwell, Robert Maxwell. Se dice que el padrastro de Blinken fue la última persona que habló con Maxwell antes de que cayera misteriosamente y muriera en el Lady Ghislaine mientras navegaba cerca de las Islas Canarias, España, en 1991.

La mayoría de los estadounidenses probablemente conozcan al Secretario de Estado Antony Blinken por su importante papel en el devastador desastre de Afganistán de la administración Biden, o quizás por su belicismo mientras trabajaba para las administraciones de Bush y Obama.

Sin embargo, muchos pueden no saber que tiene conexiones con el pedófilo convicto, depredador sexual ritualista y traficante de personas de élite internacional Jeffrey Epstein, quien fue identificado como un agente del Mossad que chantajeó a líderes mundiales con trampas sexuales para menores de edad por ex funcionarios de inteligencia israelíes de alto rango.

https://nationalfile.com/antony-blinken-tied-to-jeffrey-epstein-went-to-school-where-he-taught-family-connected-to-epsteins-mistress/

Los sombreros blancos también han seguido atacando a la mafia farmacéutica para contrarrestar su planeada ofensiva contra la “gripe aviar”.

Resulta que se puede encontrar el virus H5N2 “nunca antes visto” EN VENTA en un catálogo. Sí, leyó bien. BEI Resources, financiada por el NIAID, lo está vendiendo. Pero eso es sólo el principio. El ex director de los CDC, Dr. Robert Redfield, advierte: “La receta para hacer que la gripe aviar sea altamente infecciosa para los humanos ya está ahí”.

https://benjaminfulford.net/wp-content/uploads/2024/07/Dr.-David-Martin-talks-on-London-Real-about-bird-flu-.mp4

Las agencias también publicaron este video de dibujos animados al estilo de Los Simpson sobre la mafia jazara y sus malvados planes para la pandemia:

https://benjaminfulford.net/wp-content/uploads/2024/07/Time-to-put-AMERICANS-where-they-belong.mp4

Ahora también escuchamos que la Organización Mundial de la Salud, en su documento fundador (1946), se EXIMIÓ a sí misma de persecución penal.

¿Por qué la OMS necesitaría eximirse del procesamiento penal?

La respuesta es obvia: “La razón por la que escribieron eso en su carta fundacional es porque sabían que YA ESTABAN VIOLANDO la ley”.

https://benjaminfulford.net/wp-content/uploads/2024/07/the-World-Health-Organization-in-its-founding-document-1946-EXEMPTED-itself-from-criminal-prosecution.mp4

En una señal de que ha comenzado la esperada ofensiva contra la mafia farmacéutica, observamos que el director de Pfizer, Albert Bourla, se ha "contagiado de Covid" y se está "aislando".

También estamos escuchando que Bill Gates, el director de la OMS, Tedros y otros altos ejecutivos de la industria farmacéutica están siendo derrocados. Pero créanlo cuando lo vean, porque hemos escuchado esta canción demasiadas veces.

De lo que no se puede dudar es de la cabeza de la serpiente que Israel está siendo derribada:

Cuarenta y seis mil empresas israelíes se han visto obligadas a cerrar como resultado de la guerra en curso y su efecto devastador sobre la economía, informó el periódico hebreo Maariv el 10 de julio, refiriéndose a Israel como un “país en colapso”.

El informe vinculado a continuación dice que la construcción, la agricultura, el turismo, el comercio y otras industrias de Israel están cerrando.

https://thecradle.co/articles-id/25882

Mientras tanto, en el vídeo a continuación, el analista militar Scott Ritter explica cómo las fuerzas armadas israelíes también están en un estado de colapso y se están quedando sin soldados y municiones.

https://benjaminfulford.net/wp-content/uploads/2024/07/Scott_Ritter_Gaza_war_has_worn_out_Israels_manpower_and_logistics.mp4

Fuentes del Mossad dicen que de los 6,5 millones de habitantes de Israel, 2 millones de judíos han abandonado el país o están planeando hacerlo.

Al final, las fuentes dicen que Israel dejará de existir y será reemplazado por la nación de Judea.

Una vez que Israel caiga, su colonia estadounidense también dejará de existir y será reemplazada por los Estados Unidos de Norteamérica, dicen fuentes de sombrero blanco.

Finalmente esta semana concluiremos con un llamado a las armas para Europa enviado por la inteligencia polaca;

Ustedes, los verdaderos habitantes de todos los países europeos, seguid pidiendo a vuestros artesanos y agricultores de todas las regiones que desactiven sus transmisores de radio y aseguren que las estelas químicas de los aviones no contaminen más el aire. Si es necesario, cerrad los aeropuertos con tractores, camiones y vehículos grandes que no puedan ser remolcados. ¡No toleramos espectáculos aéreos, cine militar americano al aire libre o proyectos aéreos del Vaticano…!! Podéis salvaros de toda la telenovela de operaciones psicológicas… ¡Somos los habitantes de la verdadera Europa, no estúpidos descendientes de Hollywood o del plástico chino! Estamos muy enfadados por las estelas químicas y ya hemos tenido problemas de cosecha en algunas regiones… los pastores este año han tenido ovejas que han muerto de repente, así como más mortinatos y abortos que nunca antes… y esto sólo puede ser causado por la contaminación química del aire y de los prados… y por la carga eléctrica en el aire, cuando los animales están en una zona (en gran parte vallada) con vallas eléctricas. Es absolutamente indignante lo que el Vaticano (torres de transmisión), las políticas de la UE y las nuevas políticas militares han hecho a las personas, la flora y la fauna en Europa, así como las nuevas políticas militares… y estos son ataques a la salud y al suministro de productos agrícolas en Europa. ¡Esto es clima artificial, es decir, manipulación del clima y, por lo tanto, una guerra contra las poblaciones y los seres vivos de la naturaleza! Una víctima de esta estúpida política militar es cualquier persona que haya tenido un accidente o haya tenido malas notas en la escuela debido a las condiciones climáticas artificiales. Muchas personas y empresas ya han sufrido este año debido a inundaciones regionales y daños a edificios y vehículos. Tal vez no fueron tan espectaculares como las tormentas y la destrucción en América o Asia… pero ocurrieron y fueron infligidas a ciudadanos europeos pacíficos. En los últimos días, el cielo a menudo estaba tan lechoso que no se podían ver los aviones y, por lo tanto, era imposible saber qué aviones estaban liberando más estelas químicas. Aunque el cielo estaba azul en algunos lugares, pronto se acumularon montañas de nubes y fue demasiado frío para julio. En algunos campos de cereales, los cultivos se encuentran en posición horizontal debido a los daños causados ​​por el agua… Esto dificulta la trilla y produce menores rendimientos, y la paja en la oscuridad es menos popular que el mantillo. Si está mohosa, ya no es adecuada para la paja. En algunos lugares, las patatas se pudrieron hace unas semanas porque el clima era demasiado húmedo. Los militares, que son tan estúpidos y ni siquiera conocen los conceptos básicos de la vida real, no saben cómo cultivar sus propios cultivos o cocinar su propia comida… No queremos gente estúpida con sombrero como el gobierno. Tampoco queremos que nos distraigan o nos exploten actores clonados o duplicados. Qué estúpidos sois… Podéis guardaros vuestros dibujos animados y otras películas, maravillas kitsch y películas de acción. Esto no es la vida real y no toleraremos esas tonterías. Por eso, todos los días les decimos a los electricistas e ingenieros eléctricos que miren a su alrededor y luego retiren los transmisores que se usan para manipular los cielos… y los agricultores y los conductores de camiones deben proteger a los técnicos para que puedan hacer su trabajo con tranquilidad. ¡Caballeros!

Un pasajero de un avión grabó un espectacular video que muestra un Boeing 787 Dreamliner dejando atrás una enorme estela química.

https://benjaminfulford.net/wp-content/uploads/2024/07/a-Boeing-787-Dreamliner-leaving-behind-a-huge-chemtrail.mp4

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Oh Shit! Its the rogues

by spidey_wid3y

“Friday, end call,” Tony glared at Peter from his seat on the couch as Peter awkwardly smiled at the rogues.

“Whattt? Hey guys, when did you get here?” Peter tried to play it off, like the avengers hadn’t just witnessed his meltdown.

(Or - Peter doesn’t use his eyes and doesn’t see the rogue avengers in his living room, resulting in them having to listen through peters very dramatic meltdown)

Words: 1342, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 2 of Peter Parker one-shots

Fandoms: Spider-Man - All Media Types, Spider-Man (Tom Holland Movies), Iron Man (Movies), Marvel Cinematic Universe, The Avengers (Marvel Movies), Black Widow (Comics), Black Widow (Movie 2021), Hawkeye (Comics), The Incredible Hulk (Comics), The Falcon and the Winter Soldier (TV), Captain America - All Media Types

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, No Archive Warnings Apply

Characters: Peter Parker, Tony Stark, Clint Barton, Ned Leeds, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Sam Wilson (Marvel), Steve Rogers, James "Bucky" Barnes, James "Rhodey" Rhodes

Relationships: Peter Parker/Tony Stark, Steve Rogers/Tony Stark, Clint Barton/Natasha Romanov, Ned Leeds & Peter Parker

Additional Tags: Tony Stark Acting as Peter Parker's Parental Figure, Precious Peter Parker, Peter Parker is a Mess, Peter Parker is a Little Shit, Parent Tony Stark, Tony Stark Has A Heart, Rogue Avengers, Peter Parker is an idiot, Tony Stark is So Done

source https://archiveofourown.org/works/48450046

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Oh Shit! Its the rogues

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by spidey_wid3y

“Friday, end call,” Tony glared at Peter from his seat on the couch as Peter awkwardly smiled at the rogues.

“Whattt? Hey guys, when did you get here?” Peter tried to play it off, like the avengers hadn’t just witnessed his meltdown.

(Or - Peter doesn’t use his eyes and doesn’t see the rogue avengers in his living room, resulting in them having to listen through peters very dramatic meltdown)

Words: 1342, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 2 of Peter Parker one-shots

Fandoms: Spider-Man - All Media Types, Spider-Man (Tom Holland Movies), Iron Man (Movies), Marvel Cinematic Universe, The Avengers (Marvel Movies), Black Widow (Comics), Black Widow (Movie 2021), Hawkeye (Comics), The Incredible Hulk (Comics), The Falcon and the Winter Soldier (TV), Captain America - All Media Types

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, No Archive Warnings Apply

Characters: Peter Parker, Tony Stark, Clint Barton, Ned Leeds, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Sam Wilson (Marvel), Steve Rogers, James "Bucky" Barnes, James "Rhodey" Rhodes

Relationships: Peter Parker/Tony Stark, Steve Rogers/Tony Stark, Clint Barton/Natasha Romanov, Ned Leeds & Peter Parker

Additional Tags: Tony Stark Acting as Peter Parker's Parental Figure, Precious Peter Parker, Peter Parker is a Mess, Peter Parker is a Little Shit, Parent Tony Stark, Tony Stark Has A Heart, Rogue Avengers, Peter Parker is an idiot, Tony Stark is So Done

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