[in which two starstuck teens team up to take revenge on their shitty exes.] "lets go upstairs." "what?" "for the sake of revenge of course." the tragic love story of brianna and nate |nate motherfucking jacobs| |king of euphoria| (lots of sex, aka mature content) (lowercase intended) all rights reserved to the original hbo series; euphoria.

Silenced by trauma, she returns to six brothers who blame her for their parents' death. Her voice stolen twice - by abuse and accusation. Can she break through their hatred without words?

"You served too?" "Yeah, seven years a Navy Seal." "Holy shit, that's badass." --- Remmy Redd, one of the few women to pass Hell Week to get into the Navy Seals, and serve for another seven years after. Now, going on her last month in the Navy, she moves to L.A. to start a new chapter. After enlisting in S.W.A.T. and getting accepted, she meets Sargent Athena Grant, who invites her to lunch in Firehouse 118. Where she unexpectedly catches the eye of another soldier. [eddie diaz x fem!] accomplishments: #1 - navy seal #4 - 911 #10 - tvshow #1 - swat #1 - eddie diaz

"all you do now is get too faded. you think you're the shit now." "oh fezco, baby, i don't think, i know." SLOW UPDATES UNTIL I FINISH MY NATE JACOBS BOOK/ REWRITE (not affiliated with my other euphoria rewrite) |lowercase intended| |lots of sex and drugs, aka mature content| all rights reserved to the original hbo series; euphoria freshlylit

Elena Moroni has spent her whole life surviving in silence. Silence kept her safe. Silence kept her alive. Bruises fade, but words spoken to the wrong person in a cruel home never do. So she learned not to speak at all. Not when her father yelled. Not when he hurt her. Not even when she wanted to cry. Then one night, everything goes wrong. A debt her father owes drags Elena into a world she has only heard about in whispers - blood-stained money, ruthless men, and the name everyone fears to say too loudly: Dante Russo. Dante is not a man people survive twice. Cold-eyed, merciless, obsessed with control, he rules the Italian mafia like a king built from violence. Men fear him. Women avoid him. Enemies disappear because of him. So when Elena is thrown at his feet as payment for her father's betrayal, Dante expects fear. What he doesn't expect... is silence. No begging. No screaming. No lies. Just a broken girl with terrified eyes that somehow still look at him like she's waiting for permission to breathe. Elena is pulled deeper into a dangerous world of obsession, violence, power, and a love so consuming it could either save her... or destroy them both

Anna never thought she'd have a stepfather. She definitely never thought she'd walk in on him touching himself. Now she can't unsee it. And Steve can't pretend nothing happened. What follows is a dangerous pull neither of them meant to feel, a slow unraveling of boundaries inside a house that suddenly feels too small, too hot, and far too forbidden.