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WATCH DOGS AO3 SERIESES

EVERYTHING FOR WATCH DOGS

Aiden Pearce

Marcus Holloway

The Wrench

Jordi Chin

Dušan Nemec

Sitara Dhawan (coming)

(Any of the other characters don't have any requests written nor pending as for now, so I'm unable to have serieses for them as AO3 requires you to have at least one oneshot written to be able to add it to a series, and I can't promise serieses for characters who don't have requests pending/I have no ideas of my own for them)

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[coylesboytoy-moved]

[ask-jupiter-academy]

Welcome Incoming Freshmen!

[OOC]: This is an ask blog for the students of Jupiter Academy, a Percy Jackson AU wherein instead of Camp Jupiter being a camp, it’s instead a boarding school! (More information under the cut). This blog is run by Flowchi of @elmflowers​ fame!

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ASKS: OPEN!

STUDENTS YOU MAY BOTHER SEND A SIGN TO!:

Jason Grace (he/him) — Son of Jupiter, 5th Cohort

Reyna Ramírez-Arellano (she/her) — Daughter of Bellona, 2nd Cohort

Octavian Constantine (he/him) — Legacy of Apollo, 1st Cohort

Marcus Barone (he/him) —Son of Mars, 5th Cohort

Gwendolyn Hunter (she/they) — Legacy of Victoria, 5th Cohort Centurion

Gracie Holloway (any/all) — Daughter of Bacchus, 4th Cohort

Martin Ire (he/him) — Son of Mars, 2nd Cohort

Anthony Lee (xe/him) — Legacy of Venus, 1st Cohort

Bobby Mei (he/him) — Son of Pomona, 5th Cohort

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[OOC]:

Here is the post Jupiter Academy originated from, and here is more information about Jupiter Academy as a whole!

This ask blog will be a drawing response one, imagine something to the effect of deadangelos or shittydrawnronpa :]

I am also working on a fic along with this ask blog, so things on this blog may be retconned, and I will update the introductory post to reflect this!

Here are the Jupiter Academy uniform designs!

[thatonechickkaratekid]

Just a little Headcanon of mine...(Based off a potential Canon theory)

This is probably super far-fetched and downright outrageous, but I thought about it while daydreaming at work and now I can’t stop thinking about it:

- I can’t remember what mission it was (The Name Game maybe, something like that). Anyway, the mission in WD2 when Marcus accesses a bunch of files (I think FBI) and obtains a bunch of names, and then after Wrench asks if his real name was there and Marcus jokes about it being “Reginald”, WELL, my mind came up with a little *kinda sad/kinda funny* theory

- What if Wrench’s real name really is Reginald? -It’s highly unlikely given the whole point of Wrench is him being this cryptic, mysterious, and entirely anonymous force, but hypothetically speaking!-

- I don’t know about you, but when I hear the name Reginald, I don’t think of a little shy, abused, and insecure boy living in the slums of San Francisco

- I think of a little shy, abused, and insecure boy living in the rich part of San Francisco

- (I promise there’s a point to this, just bare with me)

So my theory is this:

- “Reginald” (whatever the hell his last name might be) was born to some rich ass family in a fancy part of California

- (I can just imagine a little Wrench, port-wine birthmark and all, being forced to dress in like, beige khakis and dress shirts as a kid by his mom, he hated every minute of it; a frown never leaving his face, but he endured it for her)

- His mom probably died when he was really young and his dad resented him for it, or something along those lines

- Or maybe he just had really shitty ass rich ass parents, who knows

- So, either way, little fetus Reggie, now being hated on for no reason by his dad (or both parents), just becomes super resentful himself, turning to almost extreme rebellion

- (Idk I just imagine Wrench having a life nobody expects him to have Y’know? always full of surprises)

- I feel like he obviously turned to his little tinkering as a coping mechanism, spending more time tinkering than worrying about making friends

- The tinkering eventually lead him to his love of tech, demolition, etc etc in his later years

- I feel like he was definitely bullied in school, especially if he was sent to a private school and all that shit

- Idk, most of this came from just a mental image of Wrench originally coming from a rich family regardless of what people would expect

- All I can think of now is just Wrench, like mid-teens, no tattoos yet, his hair parted ridiculously down the middle, -cuz it was the only way he could think of to mostly cover his birthmark-, in beige khakis and like a pale pink button up, or one of those fancy private school uniforms

•~•~•~•~•

AN: *edit* Now that Watch Dogs Legion: Bloodline is released and his full name has been revealed/added to the wiki page (haven’t played bloodline yet)... it feels good to basically be right, there’s no way he wasn’t a rich boy with a name like that.

I also Headcanoned his age for a fanfic back when we knew shit all about him in WD2 and guessed solely based on the way he looked in that one face reveal, and to be exactly spot on about that as well...*insert the “it’s tough to be a god” audio* ^-^

[bad-works-by-me]

86 with Marcus Holloway (this is my first time requesting lol)

You sat in the waiting room of the eye doctor, wringing your hands together and sighing. You came with your boyfriend, Marcus, who had started having troubles seeing signs far away.

He was nervous as hell when he went in, not wanting to have glasses. You didn’t really know why he was so nervous about it, it was just glasses, but Marcus had a way with hating new things.

You watched the fish tank across from you in boredom as you waited for Marcus to finish with the doctor, watching a goldfish lazily float around the tank. There were footsteps from the door by you and you turned to watch it open.

“…and if you get mild headaches don’t worry about them, just take some aspirin and you should be okay. They’re natural when the eyes try to process the new glasses.” The doctor explained and Marcus walked out, nervously nodding his head. “I’ll have one of the front workers help you with choosing the type of frames you would like.” The doctor smiled warmly at the hacker before turning to one of the ladies who was restocking some frames near the front of the store and getting her attention.

“Just look around and I can help with fitting and everything!” The lady called over her shoulder before continuing her work.

You stood up and walked over to Marcus as the eye doctor called another patient and walked through the door.

“You doing okay? You look a little uncomfortable.” You said with a comforting smile, making Marcus nervously laugh.

“Yeah, I’m just not used to this yet. I don’t want glasses, they’re gonna upset the whole vibe, y’know.” He said while gesturing towards himself and you just laughed, giving him a quick peck on the cheek.

“Why don’t you try some on and we’ll figure it out.” You said with a smile, making him nod quickly and grab your hand. He brought you around, trying on mostly goofy and outrageous frames, asking if he looked kissable in them. You just laughed and went along with him, sometimes teasing that he might look a little too good in glasses.

Finally, he grabbed a pair of black frames and put them on, looking in the small mirror that was provided and let out a whistle. “Not gonna lie, this one doesn’t offset the vibe.” He said with a wide grin before turning to look at you. You felt your breath hitch as you looked at the man in front of you. It was like he was a different person. You felt a blush creep up on your face as you gave a small nod, avoiding eye contact.

He grinned and strided over to you, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you close to him. “You haven’t looked this way since the first day I met you.” He murmured with a smirk, making you laugh.

“What can I say.” You said with a small giggle, wrapping your arms around his neck and leaning up so your lips barely brushed his. “You’re cute with glasses.”

He let out a low chuckle before closing the gap between you, kissing you.

There was the sound of someone clearing their throat and the two of you instantly separated, realizing your mistake of being public with your affection.

“I’m guessing those are the ones?” The lady asked with a grin and Marcus nervously smiled, giving a small nod before the two of you walked over to her desk to finish up the order, Marcus holding your hand the entire time.

~Pan

[shianhygge-imagines]

So Far Away {Watch_Dogs 2} [Wrench/Reader] The Job

AN: Well... I had to write it eventually! Been having this plan to fix Wrench’s relationship with Reader since I first started writing this series. And since I’m currently unemployed and ghosting my friends (they know and understand), I just decided, “Fuck it! Imma write the story!”

It’s a prologue, so it’s a bit on the short side.

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You get phantom pains sometimes, searing pain that starts at your stump and descends from forearm into fingertips that had been burnt to a crisp years ago. Nowadays, you live in Manhattan, having been determined to leave your memories and experiences of DedSec behind. You send an occasional message to Marcus every now and then, just to reassure him that you’re still alive and kicking, but you ignore the others.

Especially, Wrench.

You groan and sit forward on your sofa, burying your face into your remaining hand. “Fuck, here we go again.” It had been years since you’d last contacted Wrench… years since you had to step up and save him from himself… and your heart’s desire hadn’t lessened a single bit.

McCullum, your partner in crime, frequently chided you for loving such an ‘insensitive and selfish fool.’ By now, you were exhausted by the talks. You know that Wrench isn’t good for you, but damn it, the heart wants what it wants.

Even if he cheated on you, sold you out for another woman, and convinced your other friends to abandon you…

“It’s ten in the morning, brain. I don’t feel like having a shot right now!” You wailed, flopping onto your side to lay on the couch. You tried dating other men, even discovered a love of women, but even when your body was pleased, you just felt empty inside. When you left San Fransisco, you left behind a part of yourself.

“Y/N.” A deep accented voice coaxed you from your thoughts, and your eyes twitched briefly to meet icy blue.

Speak of the fucking devil. You groaned, “What, McCullum? Can’t you see I’m trying to brood here? It’s a Monday and thunder storming outside, perfect weather to go with my shitty mood.”

“You’re not still mooning over that garbage fire of a boy, are ya?” McCullum shot you an unimpressed stare, silently judging you and your oversized shirt and sweatpants. “You know my opinion on him.”

When McCullum takes a seat, setting down a disposable coffee cup on the coffee table in front of you, you huff and force yourself to sit back up, pushing up with your arm before grabbing the cup. Blowing into it, you take a sip and moan in contentment, “Chai latte with soy milk. I love you for this.”

“I know you do. But you obviously don’t love yourself enough to let go of the boy.” He’s right, he’s always right.

You sigh and sulk, still sipping from your latte. “We can’t all fall in love with a gorgeous, kind-hearted English doctor with the patience of a saint. We’re not all that lucky.” You pause before shaking yourself, shedding the depressed attitude for a moment. “So, you came all the way to the heart of Greenwich Village for a reason, right? So we must have a job.”

McCullum’s back to deadpanning, leaning back against your reading chair and crossing his arms over his chest, dark grey wool sweater fitting him perfectly. “We’ve been contracted, but you’re not gonna like it, Y/N.”

“Well, it can’t be worse than that time in Oslo.” You catch the way your taller companion tenses, “… it is, isn’t it?”

“It’s the client, Y/N.”

“I’m going to hate this job, aren’t I?”

Your partner winces, “Our clients are DedSec-”

“Shit.”

“And their target is Artham… the cyber terrorist group.”

“Double-shit.”

“Will CyberMasque take the job?”

You let out a distressed, high-pitched wail, “Yeah… guess we’ll be vacationing in San Fransisco again.”

“Actually… DedSec came to New York.”

“…what.”

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[lets-imagine-fanfics]

Behind the Hack: Part 1

Words: 1.3K

Pairing: Not gunna tell just yet.  

Fandom: Watch Dogs

A/N: I am sorry but I am now one of those people who LOVE Watch Dogs 2 fics. It is my FAVE game of like allllll time and sooo yeah, I decided to start writing a series (which never goes well, but I have it all planned out this time so...who knows?).

Samantha was sat in the café that her target usually goes to before heading to work to cheat people of all their money, which is how he became so wealthy.  As he orders his drink from the bar Samantha is close enough to be able to hack in to his phone, finding his bank details. As Sam hacks into the phone she can hear the door ding as someone else enters the shop.  

As Marcus walked into the café he was hit with the smell of coffee and hot pastries. The sound of chatter surrounded him which he managed to drown it out. The sound that stuck out to him however was the incessant tapping of keys on a laptop, As Marcus looks around he manages to found the source of the tapping.  

He saw the woman probably in her early twenties, wearing a beanie hiding most of her hair apart from the strands at the back and her fringe. Her t-shirt is a plain white top and her legs are on show with the shorts she is wearing (it's summer, it's hot), on her feet are converse high tops with the American flag on them.   Marcus could see her laptop if he took a step closer to the cash registers. He instantly knew what she was doing as green script was being written against the black background of the computer screen. The woman was hacking.  Just as he is about to hack into her laptop to see what she is up to he hears a man yelling at an employee.  

"Declined! What do you mean my card was declined?!" The man, that Marcus could easily tell was wealthy, yelled. As Marcus turned back around, understanding that the woman most probably hacked into his account, face nothing more than an empty seat. All that was left was a cup of coffee. Marcus scanned the room turning around to find the hacker but only saw the back of her head when he finally looked over at the door, as she walked out of the coffee shop.  

Marcus went to chase after her but it was already to late, in defeat he carried on his day. As he was about to move forward in the line for the cash register he noticed something in the corner of his eye. The cup the hacker had been drinking out of, it had black ink on it. As he moved closer to the cup he could see the black ink was in fact writing. Picking up the cup, he saw it read 'Samantha'.

As the week passes Marcus sees Samantha more and more, always out of reach, always too late. Whenever he saw her she would be carrying her laptop having just hacked someone.  

Finally the day the meet wasn't how Marcus expected the day to go.   It all started as a stealth mission that went wrong, all Marcus was supposed to was download a file from the FBI safe house since they have been taking bribes and working with gangs around San Francisco. Marcus needed to find contacts so he could stop the bribes, cutting the connections between the gangs and the corrupt FBI agents.  

Marcus doesn't know what happened but it ended in a shoot out, more specifically Marcus was running away whilst the FBI shot at and chased him. As Marcus ran through buildings and ally ways to escape the FBI shooting he didn't seem to get any further away, he needed to get a car. He needed to drive away.

Marcus came into the opening as he ran out of another ally. He only sound louder than his heart drumming in his ears was the sound of a car racing towards him. 'This is it' he thought. The car skidded to a halt, Marcus hadn't realised he had closed his eyes until he had to force them open to find an bright yellow Papavero (performance car).  The woman he had been seeing around the city all week in the driving wheel.  

"Don't just stand there, Get in!" Samantha shouted.   Marcus, without hesitation ran to the car, climbing in just in time as Samantha sped off. They managed to evade the FBI once they had Samantha had driven down multiple roads and allies. She eventually managed to hide. As Samantha and Marcus used a police scanner on Samantha's phone as they  waited for the FBI to either stop looking or find them. They both lay in hiding barely breathing.   "Sam"

"What?" Marcus replied in a hushed shout.  

"My name...it's Sam" Sam replied in a similar but more relaxed hushed tone.  

"oh, erm, Marcus"  

"Yeah, I know, I've seen you around recently...and then I hacked your phone" Marcus stared for a second, both of them still practically curled in balls to hide from view. "I didn't get notified that you had hacked in"

"I...." As Sam was about to answer him she became quiet as they saw flashing police lights near by, they waited for them to leave before carrying on "I know, I disabled it".

Marcus was about to reply with something witty but was cut off by the police scanner saying that Sam and Marcus had escaped so they are going to re-group. When they heard the words they never thought they would hear Sam and Marcus both sat up back in their seats as Sam started to drive out of the hiding spot and into some traffic blending in well in the city.  

"So do you know what we do?" Marcus asked.

"er...I'll probably just drop you off and then return the car to its owner" Sam answered honestly, causing Marcus to chuckle.  

"No, Do you know who DedSec is?"

"Oh, The hacker group you're a part of? I'm familiar with your work, Why?"  

"We have been talking about you..."

"thanks.. I guess" Sam interrupted, feigning hurt.

"No, we have seen some hacks you have done, and I have to say – we are all impressed. We was wondering if you wanted to perhaps join our little misfit group"  

Samantha didn't even need to think about it, instantly taking Marcus' offer. They carried on driving until they reached the hackerspace. Marcus lead Sam through the game store, she couldn't help look around as she heard people talk about D&D and other old games, someone mentioned Pokemon (which she hadn't heard in years) and began to question why they where here at all. Until Marcus lead her to a back room leading to a door with graffiti surrounding it. As he entered the pin code she couldn't help but get butterflies, she couldn't wait to meet the group that Marcus had been talking about in the car as they drove here.  

After a long time of waiting they door finally opened revealing stairs to the basement. Sam followed Marcus down the stairs where at the bottom stood a group of people waiting to meet their newest member.   As you looked over their faces you was glad that there would at least be another girl in the team, she was in fact the first person to speak to Sam. "Sam? Right? Loved the coffee guy hack, it was so funny" it was Sitara put it on herself to introduce Sam to everyone. "...and you already met Marcus, all that is left is Wr..." Speak of the devil.  

As Sitara was about to say his name, Wrench strolled into the Hackerspace but stopped as soon as he saw the new member "Hey, who's the new girl"

[lovemehatemenevergonnabeme17]

Two Crazies Are Better Than One Part 3/3

Part One

Part Two

Shout out to @justfandomlover

Pair: Wrench x Reader, Marcus x Reader(Platonic (Siblings)), and Marcus x Sitara (A little only because I ship them)

Warning: Swears and a couple time skips

Words: 1,520 words 7,655 characters

Song Played: Powerful-Major Lazer Ft. Ellie Goulding & Tarrus Riley

Key: (Y/n) Your Name, (N/n) Nickname, (Y/w) Your Weapon(Besides Guns), (H/n) Hacker Name, and (C/C) Color of your Choice

-Previously-

Beep Beep Beep

“I swear to god I am going to kick whoever’s ass this is for waking me up this early.” I throw my pillow that was around my head to the floor and roughly grabbed my phone

{Unknown}: Hey, Sitara here welcome to Dedsec, meet the rest of us this morning at 8:00 am, this is the location hurry.

{Unknown}: Also bring coffee for us all plus yourself I’ll pay you back.

“Well, Shit!”

-Now-

_(Y/n) P.O.V_

I jump out of bed and run to my dresser and grab my outfit(The photos are in part two if you need a refresh or you can change it idc.) I look at my phone one last time before grabbing my shoes besides my window.

[7:45 am]

‘FUCK!’ I hop out my window and slide down the fire escape making my way to a cafe down the road and then running to the location.

-Meanwhile-

_Sitara’s P.O.V_

‘Where the hell is she?’ I start to pace a bit

“Is she even going to show up?” Josh asked

“Of course she is! She always does!” Marcus responded with

“Are you sure she wi-”*Knock Knock* we all spin our heads towards the cameras

“Uh, hello? It’s (Y/n)” she was standing at the door with coffee and looking around

“Told you.” Marcus whispers

“Great I have the wrong door.” (Y/n) turns around

“Fucking open the door!!” Wrench suddenly yells at Horatio

“Okay okay, geez.” Horatio types a few keys and the door opens

_Back to (Y/n) P.O.V_

The door finally opens, I sigh in relief and through it, the first thing I see is a very large middle finger with Wrench written next to it.

‘Charming.’ I continue down the stairs and once I hit the last step I look around the place in amazement, it was wall to wall with tech of different sizes and everyone was showing something.

“Holy shit.” I pass the coffees to Sitara and continue to walk around

“Welcome to Dedsec, sis.” Marcus puts his arm around me and shows me the tech

~ Two weeks later ~

Marcus and I have been on a bunch of missions lately and it is amazing! I’ve been able to hang out and talk to the rest of the team, I have everyones’ number with whatever they put their name as in my phone, and I have an official hacker name (H/n)!

“(H/n) come here!” Horatio and Josh both call out

“What’s up?” I lean against the back of Josh’s chair

“We have a bet going on and we would like to know your answer for it.”

“Shoot.”

“What do you think will happen, Wrench and his mystery girl will get together by themselves, or that we will have to shove them together?” I think a bit and shrug

“Well I don’t know anything about the girl so I would say that we will have to shove them together.” They both nod

There's an energy When you hold me When you touch me It's so powerful I can feel it When you hold me When you touch me It's so powerful

I frantically rush to grab my phone from my back pocket and walk away from the boys.

“Sup Wrench!”

“Heyo (H/n)! Listen can you come down and help me with Wrench Jr.? I think he has a virus or sorts.” I smile and start walking out the door and to my motorcycle

“Sure be there in a few.”

“Till then.”

_Back with Josh and Horatio_

(3rd Person)

“So do you think she caught on?” Josh spins around to Horatio

“Most likely not she is as blind to her feelings as Wrench is.” Horatio shrugs and goes back to his work space

~ Back to (Y/n) P.O.V ~

I finally get to the garage and walk right over to where Wrench is with Wrench Jr.

“Sup.” Wrench grabs my arm and pulls me over to his work desk

“Okay so I’ve been trying to get through the firewall in Wrench Jr. but it’s taking forever and I’m about to throw my damn computer. Please help.” I take Wrench’s computer and start to type away while he walked off to do something else I assume

Connection Loading ......

> Connected

> Continue? (Yes) No

“Wrench I’ve got the firewall dow-” I stop when I feel arms around my waist, a spiked body against mine, and a mask nuzzle into my neck a bit

“Okay can you find a file under the title console-control/proco, please.” I nod and try to continue as much as I can.

‘Don’t blush (Y/n). DON’T. FUCKING.BLUSH!’ I keep thinking over and over again 

“Hey, (H/n)?”

“Huh?”

“What’s your favorite movie?” I can feel Wrench move his head off of my shoulder

“I would have to say Alien vs. Predator.”

“You’re shitting me right?!” I turn around to face him

“No I love the movie and besides I us to watch it all the time.” Wrench’s mask displays !_! and then ♡_♡

“That is amazing! I am so glad you have seen the movie, now the real question, are you an Alien or Predator girl?”

“Predator girl, I mean yeah two out of three of them die when they go against the Aliens but the still destroy them in the end.” 

“Nice. Predators are the top dog if they defeated Archie.” Wrench went back to laying his head on me until Wrench Jr. was fixed

“Next time just give your computer a couple of minutes before trying to attack the firewall again okay?”

“Yeah I’ll keep that in mind, see you tomorrow.” 

~ At (Y/n)’s apartment ~

I was in bed watching a new horror film. Well when I say new I mean an older horror film I haven’t watched yet, the new ones are more about the sex scenes than anything else.(Idk go with it)

Beep Beep Beep

I pause my movie to see who texted me.

{Hacker Lover ~ ^ }: Thanks again with Wrench Jr.

I smile

{(N/n)}: No problem Wrench I’ll be there for you if you need help with anything :)

{Hacker Lover ~ ^}: Well I will leave you be. Night Princess ;)

I blush and take a minute to squeal

{(N/n)}: Night Handsome ;)

~ Time Skip to the night of Swelter Skelter ~

I am so excited about tonight! Swelter Skelter practically made for us hackers to show off!! I go to my closet and grab a spiked baseball cap (bought by my brother), long over the shoulders sweater, shorts, and high tops for shoes while my hair was(straight/curled/ braided/etc).

I ran out of my apartment after towards the HQ to meet up with the others.

“Ready to rock bitches!!” I yell as I jump down the last couple of stairs

“Hell yeah! Let’s go!” We all head back upstairs to a van and head to the location of the event

~ At the Swelter Skelter ~

Once the van was parked everyone ran their own ways. I personally went to this vender next to what seemed to be a cage fight to see if I could get a cute little stuffed desktop computer that had 01001011010 on it.

_Wrench’s P.O.V_

Everyone went their own ways while I went to the cage fight. I got a couple odd looks because of how I am dressed but I don’t really care what they think, no one knows my actual face. 

When I get to the cage I look around a bit before the fight starts again and when I looked to my right I froze.

(Y/n) standing there in all her glory looking like a goddess with how she is dressed and smiling while trying to win a prize at a vender.

‘Dammit (Y/n) you are going to make me crazy or get killed by your brother.’ I kept looking at her because who could look away from her really I mean I’m surprised she is single

I was in such a trance that I didn’t notice (Y/n) looking at me and waving with the biggest and most toothiest smile I have seen. Once I got out of the trance though I waved back to her.

‘Nice dumbass now she probably thinks you’re a stalker or something.’ I huff but don’t look away from her completely forgetting about the main reason I was over here.

“Yo, Wrench.”

“Hey.” I didn’t even look back to Marcus

“You like her don’t you.” That caught my attention, I could feel my cheeks heat up when I spun around to face Marcus and I looked down at the ground rubbing my head

“Yes, I do Marcus. I just wished she felt the same for me.” I turn once again back to (Y/n) to see waving towards to two of us and I waved back

“*mur mur*” I was going to ask Marcus what he said but when I looked back he was running off

“Wrench! Look what I got!” I hear (Y/n) run up behind me and I can see that she got what looked like a desktop computer

“Nice, is that for someone special?” she grins and nods her head and I can’t help but feel a bit jealous

“Yeah it is.” 

What I didn’t expect was her to push the plush to my arms and then kiss the side of my mask.

“When this fight is done you know where to find me.” with that she walked off

‘I am most defiantly fucked. In more way than one.’ after that thought I ran after (Y/n) to enjoy the rest of my night.

(Yay the story is finally done! I hope you all enjoyed it! Remember that you can request any x reader imagines, headcannons, stories, or anything else you can think of! Night Loves!!!)

[writr4luvrs]

["Dating Marcus Holloway HC's"]

[ @momnis-absinthia made the icon btw]

|| It's San Francisco!

× That means dates are always somewhere new and eventful

× Always new things happening

× Food place either of you haven't been to? Date

× Convention? Date

× Public event at the beach? Date

× Pride parades? Date

× New bars/clubs? Date

× Crashing a party? Date

|| Not just dates outside the house/base

× You and him will snuggle up and watch terrible action movies

× snacks are mandatory

× Or maybe you both just on your electronics and enjoying each other's company, showing each other ugly memes

|| Marcus 'affectionate good heart man' Holloway

× Hugs when you meet up

× Hugs when you say goodbyes

× Handholding all the time

× head on shoulder

× Y'all are one of those cute couples that disgust you

|| You have to be able to talk to each other

× keeping things bottled with hurt you both, especially him

× He doesn't want to know you been hurting and not letting it out

× But if you don't talk, he will not force you but instead get you to do things that are minimum but enjoyable with him

|| Overall just good times with Marcus

× His award winning smile (oh, geez)

× Moments where you both are dancing to each other's music (he's open to all genres)

× Photography/film competitions between the both of you, which ends up in a draw cause y'all fawn over each other's work

[braindedsec]

How they would react, when someone treated you like shit or insulted you

Marcus:

He won’t hesitate to defend you. First with words, but when the asshole continues to be an asshole, he will kick their ass until the butt-cheeks will look like those from a baboon.

Wrench:

Oh Boi. This dude will not only kick their ass, but also burn their house down, eat their hamster and bleach their asshole :’D

Sitara:

If someone fucks with her bae, she will turn into a fury. But her revenge would be more artistic and with style. BURN MOTHERFUCKER BURN-

Josh:

Even though he’s everything but a physical type and actually a total introvert, he would find other ways to teach this douche a lesson in respect.  For example, to hack all their social media accounts and make them look like shit on the internet (and basically everywhere where it’s possible)

Horatio:

Also not really the thuggish/physical type. He prefers to use words to put the person in the right place and hell if he moves into gear, there will be no end.  Unless the person gets physical… then heads will roll (symbolically…not like with Wrench or Sitara. Or Jordi-(especially Jordi!))

Jordi:

Someone insulted- or was rude to you? Ok. Hopefully the person can get used to the thought of a life without arms and legs.  LITERALLY.

+

Dušan:

You can be sure that Dusan will firstly destroy them verbally- the tone in his voice will run chills down their spine- and THEN if needed, he will rip off the ass of the idiot and sew it back on their face.

T-Bone:

Hahaha. He will let this dumbass know with whom he is dealing. When it comes to this, he will see red and turn into a beast. He will shout insults in return ( but thousand times more creative and probably more hurtful) AND also would let his fists talk for him. And that with full force. (except if it’s a woman...)

+

- and afterwards (depending how you’re feeling) there will be also a marvelous aftermath. (hopefully his/her car was insured)

[swanimagines]

requested on Wattpad | Watch Dogs 2 | Marcus Holloway x fem!reader

Warnings: swearing

A/N: I hope that I got that “watching and helping”-thing right :D

—

The rain had finally stopped. The sun peeked from behind the cloud, gladly greeting you with its shine. But the shine didn’t last long though for you, because you had to stop by the old Mal’s restaurant. DedSec had sent a guy to meet you - you had some information about the person they were looking for.

The alleyway at the side of the restaurant was messy - it seemed that someone had partied hard there. According to all the rotten food on the ground and the number of flies, it had been there for about a week. So not the best place to wait. You saw a police car passing by and you involuntarily flinched - though being an informator for DedSec wasn’t a crime, Blume could still be interested in them. And sometimes, there were corrupt cops working for the dark side of Blume.

Finally, a guy with a cap came towards you, his phone held firmly in his hand. You knew it before he even said anything - he was Retr0, the guy DedSec had sent to you.

“Hey, you said you did have the info we’re looking for?” he smiled at you and you nodded, holding out your phone.

“Yup. He headed to the old warehouses just outside of town but… I managed to take this photo of him before he got into the truck.” the man took a look at your photo and grinned at you.

“Good job! You’ve been very helpful. I’ll inform our team to make sure they’ll reward you.” He nodded at you and gave you a high five, before he was on his way again.

And you didn’t know why, but you were intrigued - and wanted to take a look at the work of a true Watch Dog.

—

“What are you doing?” Retr0 hissed as he had pulled you behind the crates after you were almost detected.

“Where did she go?” you heard a guard say to his colleague and looked up to Retr0, who sighed and took out his phone. A fuse box nearby let out a crackling noise, which sent guards to it, murmuring: “Shit! We’re not going to lose power, are we? The boss is gonna kill everyone if he can’t access the system today.”

Retr0 looked at you and nodded towards the warehouse. “I have to pay a visit to their boss, but I might need some help with getting to his office. You in?”

You blinked, not quite realizing what Retr0 meant at first. But when you finally did, you slowly nodded.

“…yeah.”

[jeff-deserves-better]

being jeff’s sister would involve:

him teaching you baseball when you were four and he was five

him accidentally throwing the ball at your face

having an ice pack pressed to your swollen forehead as he apologizes

being his biggest fan

him threatening your cheating boyfriend with a baseball bat

being on the softball team

having a crush on clay when he starts tutoring jeff

jeff not noticing your crush on clay as he constantly tries to set up clay and hannah

“will you be drinking?”

“only a little, ill be fine”

not sleeping for days

staying in his room

consoling your parents

seeing the school at jeff’s funeral

“i’m so sorry”

“he was great”

“if you need anything”

clay hugging you saying his condolences

being angry at jeff for drunk driving

clay coming out with the truth on jeff’s death

visiting jeff every weekend

sheri apologizing

[jwood718]

The New York Times: “In Richmond, Black Dance Claims a Space Near Robert E. Lee.  Black dancers, musicians and artists have invigorated what had long been considered a whites-only space.”  By Rebecca J. Ritzel.

“’My grandfather never could have imagined this,’ a sweaty Lito Raymondo said after performing a solo in the circle’s center. ‘This is a revelation.’”

Kennedy George and Ava Holloway, both 14, at the monument.  Julia Rendleman/Reuters via The New York Times

“Janine Bell lived in Richmond for 35 years before visiting Monument Avenue. But that changed in July, when Ms. Bell threw a gathering honoring Emmett Till under the shadow of a statue of Robert E. Lee..  “We are not playing today,” she said, and invited all present to move and sway to the music. And so began an extended jam session at a park long considered a whites-only space.”

In late July, the Elegba Folklore Society organized a gathering with dancers and drummers.  Brian Palmer for The New York Times.

“While the judges deliberate [the fate of the Lee statue], Black artists and residents have been invigorating the space. ‘Whether it’s Black people playing basketball or musicians or dancers, life is happening,’ Ms. Bell said. ‘And when life happens, there is optimism for the future.’

When Ira Lunetter White, a dancer in Richmond Ballet, visited the statue, he wore a white T-shirt and black pants, similar to the classic uniform of a male dancer in a ‘black-and-white’ ballet by George Balanchine, the founding choreographer of New York City Ballet. Mr. White, who has performed several of those works in Richmond, traversed the statue platform adopting signature Balanchine positions. He and the photographer Meghan McSweeney called their series ‘Ode to Arthur Mitchell,’ in honor of City Ballet’s first Black principal dancer.”

Ira Lunetter White dancing his “Ode to Arthur Mitchell.”  Meghan McSweeney via The New York Times.

...“If Richmond can do it, in our city of Confederates statues, than any other city can, too.”

Full story from The New York Times by  Rebecca J. Ritzel.

AND:

“...some Richmond residents are even visiting the statue for the first time. ‘Before now, I would have just driven by this, not giving it no mind, because, you know, it’s a Confederate monument,’ said Michael Weaver, 22, an urban planning student at Virginia Commonwealth University.

Now he doesn’t want to leave the park. ‘I’ve never seen anything like it,’ he said of the statue. ‘How it looks right now, with all that artwork on it? That’s a history piece right there.’”

Will the Last Confederate Statue Standing Turn Off the Lights?  at the Times, by Ezra Marcus

[gta5-watchdogswriter]

gta5-watchdogswriter’s guidelines (Updated June 12th, 2020)

Heya!

I am making guidelines that will set down boundaries, which will makes you and I comfortable on this blog. If you do have a question, feedbacks, or suggestions, please let me know on this post, in my askbox, or in my inbox. Since I’ll be combing two fandoms into one blog, I will be updating a few things as well as changing a few things. 

Thank y’all for bearing with me! I hope you enjoy future contents.

Here we go!

What do I accept or allow on this blog?

✦ Any ships as long as both are legal, consenting adults. I will also refer to this in my don’ts and expand from there. All I can say is as long as it’s not minor x adult or aged up character x adult, I’ll be happy to write a ship. Even if it’s nonexistent, I can and will write it. I will also be doing playlists, aesthetics, etc for these ships too. 

✦ As mentioned before, I can make moodboards/aesthetics, playlist, scenarios/imagines, headcanons, and many more for characters. Keep in mind that any headcanons or whatever the case is is from my perspective and what I think would go accurately to the character. Feel free to also come to my askbox or my inbox and discuss with me your own set of headcanons. If you really want it to be featured in scenarios, let me know!

✦  OCs x canons or OCs x OCs. Yes, I can and will write your OCs if you do request them! Just give me information about them and I will use that to help me write them in scenarios. 

✦ SPAM! That’s right! Spam the hell out of me. Have multiple ideas you want to be used in a scenario? Send them all to me. Send all the songs, memes, headcanons, ideas, anything you want at me!

  ✦  NSFW/Smut. I usually am not of big fan of writing smut/NSFW, but I can and will do it. Just for y’all! As long as the characters are adults, I will write any smutty scenarios or NSFW headcanons. NSFW can also feature other themes as well. All will be tagged appropriately and kept under read. I will also put trigger warning as well. 

What do I DON’T accept or allow on this blog?

✦  X readers. For right now, I do not feel comfortable writing canon x reader. Perhaps in the future I will change my mind about it and do it. I don’t hate it. I’m not against it either. Again, I am not comfortable writing it just yet. 

✦  I don’t do minor x adult (or any pedo ships), incest, or any of those things. So, please avoid asking me those kind of things. It will be deleted asap. 

✦ Drama & hate messages. If you have any drama, please keep it away from me. I’m fine with being a listener and helping people when they want to rant/vent, but if it involves dragging me into drama, no thank you. Likewise to hateful messages. Don’t like a ship that you see? Skip over it and don’t say anything about it. Don’t like a certain character? Again, skip over it. There are characters and ships I or y’all don’t like, but of course, I do have to write about them. It might bring joy and happiness to others.

✦  NSFW/Smut. Once again, don’t come asking NSFW stuff with characters that are minors. As an adult, it’s highly uncomfortable for me to write anything NSFW for underage characters. I will write these characters, but I will avoid NSFW stuff. For kids who are under the age of thirteen, I will not ship or write NSFW about them. 

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Now with that out of the way, time for the characters I will write. 

GTA V:

OCs 

Trevor Philips

Michael De Santa

Franklin Clinton

Steve

Devin

Amanda De Santa

Tracey De Santa

Jimmy De Santa

Wade Hebert

Ron

Patricia

Martin

Dave

Lester

Any of the online characters

Stretch

Lamar Davis

[Insert anyone I miss]

Watch Dogs:

OCs

Wrench

Marcus Holloway

Sitara

Josh

Horatio

Raymond Kenney/T-bone

Jordi Chin

Clara Lillies

Aiden Pearce 

Nicole Pearce 

Jackson Pearce

Lena Pearce (if necessary, before her death)

Damian 

Dusan

Miranda

Lenni

Defalt

[otherwindow]

Watch Dogs 2 angst: Marcus doesn’t come back from a mission.

[shianhygge-imagines]

Breathe [Josh/Reader] {Watch_Dogs 2} Lime

AN: I’ve never thought of Josh in a sexual manner, so this is a first for me. And yes, there needs to be more Josh love.

I’m so out of practice with scenes involving sex/foreplay. I’m sorry, I did my best.

I usually don’t do requests outside of when I’ve opened up requests, but I kind of need to exercise my writing habits more.

|Masterlist|

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“Here’s your skinny chai latte, sir!” You chirped as you handed the beverage over to the man over the counter that you swore was a frat-boy from your university. When he didn’t look up from his iPhone X, you breathed a sigh of relief and went back to take your turn at the register while your co-worker set about making a round of drinks.

“Hello! What can I get you?” You plastered a grin on your face only to wince when you came face to face with your boyfriend’s friends? Teammates? Colleagues? After a quick once over, you found that your boyfriend wasn’t tagging along. “Oh! Hey guys. Do you want the typical order?”

“Ye-“ Marcus started, looking relieved for some strange reason before Wrench cut him off.

“Actually! We wanted to ask you something, Y/N.”

A curious brow went up and you shifted your weight from one foot to another. “O-Kay... I’m working right now, so if you want, I could make your drinks and quickly answer, or you can wait until my shift ends in fifty minutes.”

“Ah, it’ll be best if we ask this quickly. Josh doesn’t know we came to see you.” Sitara reasoned with her two companions. And suddenly you were suspicious. Because how the hell did they know that Josh always came to pick you up from work? And what the hell could they want to ask that would bother your boyfriend?

“A-huh... That’s $12.87 for your three drinks.” You rang them up for their usual three drinks, watching as they through their custom phones as per usual. “We’ll talk as I’m making your drinks.” You directed the three Dedsec members around to the other end of the station, where you set about making their drinks. “So.... ask away I guess.”

“So... how’s it going with your relationship?” Sitara was the one to break the awkward silence with an even more awkward question. All of you winced at the abrupt question as the machine heated the frothy milk.

“Ugh. It’s going good. Josh is very considerate and I find his quirks adorable. We try to meet as often as we can with how busy our live are.... why? Is something wrong with Josh?” You were worried now. Had you done something to make Josh uncomfortable? Was that why the members of Dedsec were interrogating you on your love life?

“Well, no... not really... We just thought that he would have loosened up with you by his side.” Wrench explained with a shrug, his mask displaying a ^-^ for you.

Handing over two of the drinks, you raised an eyebrow at the three Dedsec members. “In case you guys haven’t realized, Josh isn’t the type to loosen up like what you’ve implied. But that’s fine,” you shook your head and gave a sigh, “I’ll move however fast or slow that he wants to move in our relationship, so kindly butt out.”

You set down the last of the drinks before turning back to work. It was the end of your conversation as far as you were concerned. Like Josh, you didn’t really like people getting into your private affairs... and your boss was starting to give you the stink eye.

----

Later that night.

Nights spent with Josh were quiet affairs because the two of you were quiet people to begin with. Being a university student, you were often engrossed in homework, and Josh was more often than not, on his computer doing what he was best at, plotting the downfall of a certain corrupt company. So imagine your surprise when, as you were listening to a replay of the lecture you recorded on your phone, Josh gently, but clumsily crawled to join on the bed. 

Your eyes popped open from the sudden presence above you, and you grinned shyly, “Well, hello there, cutie. What are you doing in bed so early?” Out of the two of you, you were the one that liked to flirt and tease the most.

Josh’s favorite hoodie was gone, and his beanie placed elsewhere, leaving his short black hair flattened and messy. Your boyfriend looked troubled as he gazed down at you, as if he was trying to figure out what he wanted to do next. “... I wanted to try something new.”

“Oh?” You questioned, pausing the lecture on your phone and taking out your earbuds to show that Josh had your full attention. “I’m up for whatever you want to try, Josh. So don’t be shy.” The statement was more or less directed at the both of you. Despite your brave words, your face turned a light pink from the anticipation that came with stepping out of your relationship’s comfort zone.

You were only given a nod before Josh’s lips met your own in a fierce but clumsy kiss. “Mnn.” You moaned when Josh rested part of he body to lounge in between your legs, one arm holding himself up the best he could while his other hand gently gripped your cheek.

The two of you didn’t kiss often, and when you did, it was usually something chaste. Short and innocent. This kiss, though clumsy as it was, was something far from innocent, sending warmth shooting through your body as Josh gently brushed his tongue against your lips. You answered by bucking your hips and switching your positions, making sure that you were properly straddling Josh before you opened your mouth to deepen the kiss.

Gingerly, you brushed your tongue against the roof of Josh’s mouth, and a sudden heady moaned left your boyfriend as his hips bucked. The sudden friction sent a mad surge of warmth to pool at your crotch, and you pulled away from Josh’s mouth to attack his neck with eager kisses and love bites, wanting, no, needing to hear him make that noise again.

Your boyfriend’s hands rested on your hips, tightening their grip as you sucked at the skin below his chin. And it was when you nipped at a particular patch of skin by his collar that Josh bucked his hips wildly and moaned, looking down at you through half-lidded eyes. “Y-Y/N. That... Hrgh!” You grinned as you cut him off with another nip.

“That feels good, right?” You questioned, voiced husky with desire. Josh nodded his head as you unbuttoned his shirt to gain more access to his body. “Hm. That’s good. I want you to feel good.”

“But I- hrgh- I want you to feel good, too.” Josh panted, stopping you from unbuttoning his trousers. “Please.”

You wanted to take care of Josh, but licked your lips at the thought of Josh asserting himself over you. A shy smile passed through your lips as you moved back to lie down, kicking off your shorts and unbuttoning your own shirt as you encouraged Josh to move forward. “Please take care of me.” You teased, thinking that you might have to guide Josh a little.

The thought of providing guidance soon escaped your mind when Josh crawled forward to pull you into another deep kiss, his long fingers descending to caress the waistband of your panties before dipping in to brush his fingers against your clit. A haze filled your mind as you moaned in pleasure, barely making out the smirk on Josh’s lips. Oh, you should’ve known. That when Josh wants to do something, he has to do it 110%.