"Where's Emily been at?" Dustin asked. Eddie shrugged, fidgeting with the tarp. "I haven't seen her since the campaign. I'm not worried, you know how she disappears from time to time." He replied. ○○○ 3/25/59 9/08/79 3/21/86 ○○○ A Stranger Things AU featuring Emily Ripley, a resident of Hawkins, Indiana hiding a mysterious past and possessing a strange knowledge of everything that has happened in the oft thought cursed town. When the devil is in the details, it's best to read between the lines. ○○○ I don't own Stranger Things or any of it's characters, nor do I claim to. All that belongs to the Duffer Bros. and Netflix. Emily is an OC of my own creation, thereby she belongs to me. Rated M for Canon Typical Violence (Blood, Mutilation, Generally Bad Shit), Swearing, Mild Allusions to Sex, References to Child Abuse, and Drug References. ○○○ Enjoy!

𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘢 𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘱𝘰𝘯. 𝘈 𝘴𝘶𝘣𝘫𝘦𝘤𝘵. 𝘈 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦. But to her, he was just Bob. The quiet boy with shadows in his eyes and a storm in his chest. The one who never said much, but made her feel like the world was holding its breath when he looked at her. Calla was supposed to anchor him. A psychic tether. A control mechanism. Nothing more than protocol. But what started as duty became dependency, and what was meant to be clinical unraveled into something desperate and human - a bond deeper than blood, forged in stolen glances and unsaid things. When the shutdown order came, they ran. But she was the key to breaking him. So they killed her. At least, that's what the file says. Now the program is buried. The project silenced. But the Void remembers. And so does he. He was built to destroy. But for her? He would burn Eden itself. 𝚂𝚌𝚛𝚒𝚟𝚎𝙵𝚒𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚊_© & 𝙼𝙰𝚁𝚅𝙴𝙻 𝚂𝚝𝚞𝚍𝚒𝚘𝚜

A dog trying to be a girl again meets a god trying to be a man. In which Cici Spector learns how to love.

-ˋˏ ༻❁༺ ˎˊ- ᴊᴀᴋᴇ ꜱᴜʟʟʏ ᴀɴᴅ ɴᴇʏ'ᴛɪʀɪ ʜᴀᴅ ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ ʙᴜᴛ ᴊᴏʏ ʙʀᴏᴜɢʜᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ʟɪᴠᴇꜱ, ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴄʜɪʟᴅʀᴇɴ ᴍᴇᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴜᴘʟᴇ. ᴅᴀʜʟɪÄ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏꜱ ᴛᴏʟᴅ ʜᴇʀꜱᴇʟꜰ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ꜱʜᴇ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴘʀᴏᴛᴇᴄᴛ ʜᴇʀ ꜰᴀᴍɪʟʏ ɴᴏ ᴍᴀᴛᴛᴇʀ ᴡʜᴀᴛ. ꜱʜᴇ'ᴅ ʙᴜʀɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡʜᴏʟᴇ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ɪꜰ ɪᴛ ᴍᴇᴀɴᴛ ʜᴇʀ ꜰᴀᴍɪʟʏ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ꜱᴀꜰᴇ. ꜱʜᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴋɴᴏᴡɴ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ʜᴏꜱᴛɪʟᴇ, ᴠɪᴄɪᴏᴜꜱ, ᴍᴇᴀɴ ᴀɴᴅ ᴇxᴛʀᴇᴍᴇʟʏ ɪᴍᴘᴜʟꜱɪᴠᴇ. ʙᴇɪɴɢ ꜰᴏʀᴄᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ꜰʟᴇᴇ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴏɴᴄᴇ ꜱᴏ ᴄᴀʟʟᴇᴅ ʜᴏᴍᴇ, ꜱʜᴇ ʜᴀꜱ ᴛᴏ ᴀᴅᴀᴘᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀʏ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴇᴛᴋᴀʏɪɴᴀ. ᴄᴀɴ ꜱʜᴇ ᴘʀᴏᴛᴇᴄᴛ ʜᴇʀ ʟᴏᴠᴇᴅ ᴏɴᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ꜰᴀᴍɪʟʏ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴋʏ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ? ᴏʀ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴏɴᴇ ꜱᴇᴇ, ᴛʜᴇ ꜰɪʀᴇ ɪɴ ʜᴇʀ ᴇʏᴇꜱ? -ˋˏ ༻❁༺ ˎˊ- ᴛʜᴀɴᴋ ʏᴏᴜ ꜰᴏʀ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴅꜱ, ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ꜱᴜᴘᴘᴏʀᴛ. ᴛʜɪꜱ ʜᴜɢᴇʟʏ ᴍᴇᴀɴᴛ ᴀ ʟᴏᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴇ, ɪ ᴀᴍ ᴄᴜʀʀᴇɴᴛʟʏ ʀᴇᴡʀɪᴛɪɴɢ ᴀɴᴅ ʀᴇᴍᴀᴋɪɴɢ ᴛʜɪꜱ ꜱᴛᴏʀʏ, ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ɪꜱ ᴀ ʟᴏᴛ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ɪ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴀᴅᴅ. ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ꜰᴏʀɢᴇᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴄʜᴇᴄᴋ ᴏᴜᴛ ʙᴏᴏᴋ 2 ᴛʜᴀᴛ'ꜱ ꜱᴛɪʟʟ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴀᴋɪɴɢ, ᴛɪᴍᴇ ꜱʟᴏᴡꜱ ᴅᴏᴡɴ.

An answer to the age old Criminal Minds question - who is flying the plane? And the story of a pilot and a profiler. || "She knows it's dangerous to care about them. Their job puts them directly in harm's way. As pilots, it's their duty to bring the team to that harm. Emotional connections will eventually end in disaster. Us and them. Pilots and profilers. Ships passing in the night in the same sky. But with Reid, it's different." Spencer Reid x Reader

Raised in the shadows of the Sith and trained under Count Dooku himself, she was meant to bring ruin to the Republic, not fall in love with one of its finest commanders. Commander Cody should have been her enemy. Instead, he became her obsession. Through stolen glances on the battlefield and unhinged war-time love letters, she clawed her way into his heart-until the lines between dark and light blurred, and they both crossed them together.

🦇 2022 Wattpad Shortlister 🦇 𝑳𝒆𝒕'𝒔 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒚 𝒂 𝒈𝒂𝒎𝒆... 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑰 In a dangerous game of cat and mouse, newly transferred Detective, Jessica Kent, is taking on a mortifyingly twisted case in Gotham City. A disturbing villain seeks her out with a horrid fascination and the strange shadow of Gotham. Together, Batman and Detective Kent must uncover the riddles before them before the time runs out and Gotham City is plunged into chaos. { #1 in Superwoman } { #22 in DC Comics } { #10 in Detective } { #1 in non-con } { #2 in action-adventure } { #1 in Batman } { #8 in superhero } { 70,000 to 80,000 words } { not edited } ©mia_rose240

Diane Salvino had never been dealt a winning hand. Life seemed hell-bent on testing her limits-growing up rough in the outskirts of Waco, enduring a childhood best left unspoken, throwing herself into the military, and carving out a place in Black Ops before trading combat boots for scrubs. Survival had always been her specialty. But for the first time, she thought she'd found something worth living for. Joel Miller and his daughter, Sarah. A family. A future. Until it all went up in flames. Two decades later, the world had rotted, and so had the last remnants of her heart. The outbreak stole Sarah on the first night, shattered her marriage the next, and left Diane to forge a new legend in the ashes of a world that once was. To FEDRA, she was the Boogeyman. To the Fireflies, a War Dog. To Joel, a ghost. And to one defiant, sharp-tongued girl named Ellie, she was something else entirely. A reluctant protector, maybe even a second chance. Now, fate had thrown her back into Joel's path, their history tangled in grief and blood, both bound by the impossible task of shepherding the one girl who might just save the world, and a sixteen year old boy with a deadeye shot, the journey ahead is certain. But in a place where survival demands sacrifice, Diane knows better than anyone, hope is the most dangerous weapon of all. #1 in Joel #1 in Miller #1 in The Last of Us #1 in Pedro Pascal #1 in season one #2 in Post-Apocalyptic #3 in Ellie #5 in survival #6 in outbreak #9 in The Last of Us

Tony Stark's daughter is lost in Gotham with no way of getting home and a certain Batfamily trying to adopt her. This was bad. Her thoughts were hard to make out with the pain in her head. The last thing she remembered clearly was the stage and then Harley and Peter trying to grab for her. Something had to happen in between then and now, that led her to being dropped on a rooftop. She padded her pockets down and cursed when she realized she didn't have her phone. Any chance of using the emergency credit card she kept slipped inside the case was lost with it. Only her Stark Watch remained, though severely cracked. When she touched its screen, nothing happened. She'd need to find another way to get in touch with her family. Fic updated more frequently on AO3 under If Souls Return (Then Tell Them I Say Hi) by InspirKEN Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/search?work_search%5Bquery%5D=inspirken

how is it, he wondered, that such a feral beast could live underneath her skin; how cold and empty her eyes could become? THE FINAL BOOK IN THE UNIVERSE TRILOGY Platonic!Marvel x OC Word Count ≈ 16238 Avengers: Infinity War ✔ Avengers: Endgame ✔ Longer synopsis inside.