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Got Your Six// S.W.A.T x Reader (posting)

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Parts 33
Time 5h 28m

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"No more scratchers." Deacon stated making y/n frown "Hey, 15 stores. I'm out of cash."

"You got to play till you win, right?" Y/n smiled as they walked into the convenience store

"Yeah. Or until you go bankrupt." Deacon said as they looked around 
They walked behind a man who was staring at a hot dog rotator

"Come on, come on, come on. Come on. Damn it."

"Everything all right?" Deacon asked him

"Yeah. Can't get an even pace. Uh, slow on the bottom, fast on the top."

"And that's a problem why?" Y/n asked

"They don't roll even, they don't cook even. It's not calculus." He furrowed his brows "Like you don't take pride in your work? What do you need?"All Rights Reserved

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Scarce Figures by kemkimpton

Sitting in the booth across from Ace seemed strange. I've never been on a motorcycle until I met Ace, I've never gone anywhere after school until today, and I've never been taken out by a so-called "bad boy". "You need to be spontaneous," he says running a hand through his blonde head of hair. His blue eyes glistening while watching me. "Surprised that word is in your vocabulary," I reply making a laugh escape his lips. I smile nervously then look down to hide it. "You need to do something that will spike your energy." Ace states while his eyes scan the whole room. "Like alcohol?" I ask him in confusion about why he used the word "spike" instead of something else. He nods his head then his eyes lock onto a waiter ordering food. A smirk appearing on his lips making me gulp in fear. "Kiss him."

HIS PREPOTENTE AMORE by goldnlme123

'I don't need saving. I am the hero of my own story, and villains beware, because this story ends with me standing.' She said. 'I don't need luck. Luck implies uncertainty. I make my own fate', ONLY motto he lived by. reality that made him this way.... "In this merciless world, I've learned that trust is a luxury I can't afford. Every betrayal carved another scar, turning my heart colder, harder. My past is a shadow that haunts me, a testament to the darkness that forged the man I am today." LETS START JOURNEY BETWEEN 2 PEOPLE WHO ARE FIRE IN THEIR OWN WAY...

The Street Fighter *Original Version* by mackenzienrose

BEWARE, this is the very bad version I wrote when I was 15 years old but I did rewrite it now that I'm 20 and I promise that one makes much more sense! New version is called At All Costs you can find it on my profile! What I see in the mirror is nothing special. I see a girl with dark brown almost black hair, with brown eyes that have been dull for years. I sigh and raise my shirt so I can see the bruises from my opponent last night. If you haven't guessed yet I am a street fighter and a good one at that. I fight in a place called The Underground where my manager Smith sets up my fights. Although I'm only 5'3, I still only fight with men. For me that means more money that I win. Did I mention I am undefeated at The Underground? No, well I am and almost everyone places their bets on me. Or should I say placed because me and my family are moving across the country to New York which means I have to find a new place to fight and make money. That was really my only problem with moving because I don't have any friends here, it's not like people haven't tried I just don't like getting to close to people. Although my family still doesn't know about my street fighting, we still are very close after what happened with my father. They left but I know they will come back and finish what they started and that's why I started street fighting. I need to be able to protect me and my family when they do come back. I'm not letting my family get hurt this time.

I'm Your Man (Mashle x Fem!Gojo!Reader) by Kealani247

"You're an angel, I'm a dog Or you're a dog and I'm your man You believed me like a God I destroy you like I am" . . . Congratulations, you won the lottery. A lottery to what? You weren't exactly sure what it entails, but this "God" had told you that of the millions of people on earth, YOU, were chosen. You were chosen to go venture into unknown lands, meet new people, and most importantly... ...destroy anomalies. You were granted any power, any ability of your choosing. You just had to do your job. Those were the only conditions. It sounded fairly easy. It IS easy. It was supposed to be easy. So why are there people trying to get in the way of your job's completion? Why did the difficulty of your quest go up? What a pain. . . . "People always gave me love Others were never to blame after all You believed me like a God I betray you like a man" WARNINGS: *Swearing/profanities *yandere themes *gore(?) maybe idk *violence *Mature implications(?) Song: I'm Your Man Artist: Mitski ~Book 1 of "The Paradoxical Deal" series~ Gojo fanart cover credit: Patrika on Alpha Coders

Black Combat Boots by hereisAnna

All I wanted to do was get a pair of combat boots. Black ones. I walk into the shoe store then walk to the aisle with combat boots. I've been here so many times to stare at them that I have the aisle memorized. I'm Dylan, Dylan Daniels. My family isn't poor. If you could call it a family. It's Mom and I in a townhouse. It's just my mom is a workaholic and I'm lucky if I see her for a minute. Some eighteen year olds would get high or drunk every night. She's not my mom, she took me in when my parents got in a car accident. She tells me to call her mom. In my case I work at Roquefield Towers as a receptionist from 1:30-5:00. If I ever want to buy anything I have to pay for it. Including food, any food. Breakfast, lunch, dinner, snacks. I walk to the Checkout Line, four people in front of me. I wait. When it's my turn, five men/guys in black clothing and black ski-masks walk in with guns aimed all directions.

Devil Or Angel? by paperandpen444

"You bitch! Look what you fucking did!" "I did?" I ask. "You were the fuck the blew the red light!" "I didn't blow any fucking lights, bitch whore! You destroyed my fucking Jeep!" "No I didn't! You got a tiny fucking dent and a goddamn scratch? I can't even drive my fucking car!" "So? It's a piece of shit anyways and you shouldn't have blown the fucking light!" "I didn't fucking blow the light, asshole! You did!" "I did not!" he shouts, getting right in my face. "How old are you anyways? Three?" "No! You're acting like a fucking two year old! Just own up to your goddamn mistake!" "I didn't make a mistake, you cunt! You did!" "Fuck you, dick! I didn't do anything!" "How fucking old are you?" he hisses, his lips inches from mine. "I'll be fucking twenty one tomorrow, fucker, how about you, huh? How old are you? Thirty? Forty?" "Twenty fucking two." he hisses. "Now pay up!" he puts his hand out. <><> Alyssa is your regular girl with perfect looks. Luke is your hot bad boy asshole. When you push the two together, two things can happen. One, they can click, or two, they can crash. And it won't be hard to wonder if he's a Devil or an Angel.

That One Barista (K/DA Seraphine x Male Reader) by WoffleStomp

Y/N L/N, from Brighthammer Inc., worked as a salesman, riding the corporate waves of Piltover. Coming from a land where if you weren't wearing a suit, you were a nobody, there was something about this special woman he saw almost every day, just to pick up some coffee before a meeting. Although, him and his co-workers never thought of her as special. It wasn't until he realized that they were both caught in each other's eyes... that... that one barista was something else, but there's one problem... Y/N was a big jerk! Watch him as he pushes outside of the business box, and takes the hand of an aspiring musician, riding with her into her own stardom. Taking place in the modern version of Runeterra, where people drive cars and robes are swapped out for fitted shirts, blasters are swapped out for real firearms, and even fictional technology, becomes conceptual experiments. Let's go on a journey through a fictional version of Wall Street, all the way through the dank, decrepit, mean streets of south Zaun. Our story takes place in modern Piltover, where people become stars and less psychopaths roam the streets. P.S. Mature, yeah, expect some sexual content of some kind, as well as strong language, perhaps even the nasty stuff, like racial remarks or heavy stereotyping, frat-boy type behavior amongst coworkers, HR violations, the works.

The CEO and his intern by MineChan864

Bang!!!! The food spilled over us like fireworks destroying our clothes.... Gulf tried to clean with his handkerchief when it was shoved off...... The sneering man had other plans than make him pay with money...... ~~ Bright was shocked as to who payed for the food.... was it the stalker!! Forgive but never forget.... ------------------------------------x---------------------------------------------------------- Achievements #1 Tharntype #1 Director #1 Winmetawin #1 Gulfkanawut #2 BrightVachirawit #2 Blacklist

The Game Changer (Blake) 3 ✔️ by DMHosmon21

Book #3 in The Fire series BLAKE RIVERA "You're the leader of a gang." Aiden yells. I look up at him. "You don't think I know that?" I yell back. "I am doing everything I can to protect my people!" "Your people are being murdered. You're in a war you don't even know is happening." "I know what's going on out there. I know what's happening." "Then why aren't you doing anything to stop it?" I slam my hands on the desk and stand up. "I am doing everything I can!" I yell anger laced in my voice as it flowed through my veins. Suddenly the lights went out; a flashing red light comes on as alarms sound. "You need to do more." Aiden says. "Otherwise this. It's never going to stop." "They're attacking." I realize. "They're always attacking. And they're not going to stop until we're dead." "Or surrender." I mumble and Aidens head snaps up to look at me. "You won't. You can't." "No, what I can't do is kill Felix." "The man you loved isn't there anymore. Can't you see that? He's gone. A monster wears his skin. What's it going to take before you realize that?" I shake my head. "Evacuate. Make sure everyone gets out of here. No one dies today." "Well, someone should. And we both know who it needs to be." Aiden says before he leaves the room. I know Aiden is right, but I can't kill Felix, even if he keeps trying to kill me. I shake my head and sit back down. Just because everyone else was leaving didn't mean I had to also. Maybe I can talk some sense into him. I sigh. I've tried to already, but maybe this time it will be different. Maybe I should tell him the truth. Maybe I should tell him Nadia is his daughter. The door to my planning room is thrown open but I stay seated. I look up as men flood into the room, soon followed by Felix. His emotionless eyes find mine and he cocks his gun. "You should have run with the others."

The Good Bad Girl- the Outsiders Dally Winston x Reader by icantbraingood

***Completed: I had written out a wedding scene but didn't feel like finishing it*** You stood with your back against the lamp post, trying not to break down in the middle of the street. Based on how dark it was out, it was probably around three in the morning- nobody would be able to see if you started crying. But it didn't matter to you. Because Greasers don't cry. They're not supposed to- it doesn't meet their personality, their stereotype. "You okay, kid?" You could recognize the voice who asked those three simple, infuriating words. You kept your head down and balled your fists, wishing that he would get the hint that you didn't want to talk. "Go away, Winston." "Come on, kid, I just want to make sure that you're okay." You could feel him place a hand on your shoulder- a gentle touch that gave a sense of genuine care. "Like hell you do," you reply, shrugging your shoulder so that his hand fell away. "None of you dumbass Greasers care about nothing but girls and cars and smoking pot behind the cops' backs. You guys are self-centered, righteous assholes. I can see why the Socs hate you losers so fucking much."

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Black Combat Boots cover

Devil Or Angel? cover

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The Game Changer (Blake) 3 ✔️ cover

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Scarce Figures

Sitting in the booth across from Ace seemed strange. I've never been on a motorcycle until I met Ace, I've never gone anywhere after school until today, and I've never been taken out by a so-called "bad boy". "You need to be spontaneous," he says running a hand through his blonde head of hair. His blue eyes glistening while watching me. "Surprised that word is in your vocabulary," I reply making a laugh escape his lips. I smile nervously then look down to hide it. "You need to do something that will spike your energy." Ace states while his eyes scan the whole room. "Like alcohol?" I ask him in confusion about why he used the word "spike" instead of something else. He nods his head then his eyes lock onto a waiter ordering food. A smirk appearing on his lips making me gulp in fear. "Kiss him."