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amnotaqueen · 4 months

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He Doesn't Want To Do Anything For Me

My narc husband has double standards and is shockingly selfish. I'm always being berated as a wife and being treated as if my role is to cook for him, have sex with him, and do whatever he asks me to do. He hyper focuses on cooking. Doesn't seem to have any significance that I clean house, do laundry, tutor and care for our special needs son during the day as well as cook. He only focuses on if and what I have cooked. And he is difficult to prepare food for. He doesn't like American food because it is unhealthy. He wants everything made fresh, no canned goods, nothing with preservatives. His meat he likes overly cooked, just about burned. He does not want carbs except for green plantain and this type of wild rice he gets from Nigeria. He loves Nigerian vegetable soup, pepper soup, and other soups from Nigeria. I've attempted to make Nigerian soups and dishes. He may act like he likes it the first time, so I make it again only for him to not eat it. There is always a problem, and he expects me to spend hours and hours in a day, all day, just preparing his breakfast, lunch, and dinner everyday. He couldn't care less about cleaning, laundry, doing activities with our son, etc. I do the best that I can with my background, time, and energy. I can't make everyday just about making meals my husband wants. My son is a picky eater and I myself do not prefer or want Nigerian foods all the time. He was actually telling his friends that I don't cook when actuality I DO cook but he rejects what I make most of the time. So if you are always cooking food for someone who never likes your food, doesn't eat it, would you keep making their food or would you allow them to prepare their food exactly how they like it so no food goes to waste and you haven't wasted your energy?

My role as a wife is to please my husband no matter what. Support my husband at all costs. I have to do my role. It's my obligation. But he doesn't see himself as having any obligation to me. As a 'Christian' head, he is supposed to provide for his family materially, physically, mentally, and emotionally. He doesn't want to provide a thing for me. There was a time when he got mad at me for disagreeing with him, and he took the credit card from me. He wouldn't put gas in the car that I used. This was when I was not working. I had to stop working because our son was having issues at school. Even though I was not working, he seemed to expect me to put gas in our car. He berated me for not working too, ignoring the reason why I stopped working, as if I were just being lazy.

So he expected me to chip in and help financially, but he never chipped in to help with, say, cleaning the house. He believes I exist to help him but he never raises a pinky to help me of his own initiative.

My husband does not give me an allowance. He does not pay for my nails to be done. He does not pay for my hair to be done. We rarely go out on dates. The only money I spend is on food, gas, groceries, things needed around the house, toiletries. Anything outside of those things like clothes, make up, hobbies, supplements for our son, and treats I have paid for from my own savings or my mom has bought me and my son things. He pays mortgage and car note and insurance which I benefit from. But many husbands take pleasure in being the provider, providing for his wife and children. They want their wives to have nice things, look nice, and feel nice and are happy to contribute financially for that purpose. Not my husband. He wants his money for his own personal agenda.

He tells me I am ungrateful when HE is the one who is ungrateful. I never say thank you, he said, when he never says thank you to me and instead insults me everyday. What am I supposed to be thankful for exactly? Thank you for being resentful for anything you may do for me financially and for berating me constantly?

I can't be tired. I can't get sick. He refuses to help out in any meaningful way. It is I who should help him, not the other way around. He has left me home sick with our son, expecting me to cook and clean and care for our son as usual.

I'm afraid to ask him for anything. I try not to. That's exactly how he likes it.

#narcissism #bad marriage #emotional abuse #narcissistic abuse

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whumpsmith · 5 months

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Oc Talk~

Keira Thorne

Femme fatale - but complex

More about she under the cut

Keira is unfortunately a background character. Classic sexy gun-wielding, motorcycle-driving, tattoo and red lipstick-wearing bisexual icon who seduces horrible men and takes them for everything they're worth before showing their wives what pleasure really is and setting her up for life with insurance money from the now-dead husbands.

She makes an appearance in Villain's View twice. First as a client; she hires Fetch to pick up a target so she can dispose of him quickly. Then a second time as she's hired to bring Fetch before his other client.

She makes a more prominent appearance in the YMO AU and maybe she'll make a return in the VV sequel, but I'm not too sure about that yet.

My favourite things about her are her knowledge about engines, how she signs cards and letters with just a print of her lips with fresh lipstick, the butterfly tattoo spanning her throat and collar bones, and how she always seems to hoard all the braincells in a group. She's the voice of reason with a gun so fortunately people tend to listen.

Look forward to her appearance in the story here~

#oc's #my oc's #oc talk #Keira Thorne #Villain's View #YMO AU #femme fatale #bisexual oc #bisexual character #bipoc character #technically bibipoc lol

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chanelfunnell · 2 years

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Lindsey was a bottle girl and part time hairdresser when she met Toews. It was as a bottle girl that she met Toews. Toews had to pay off some debts Lindsey accrued. She went to full time hairdresser after dating Toews. Having Toews as bf is what got her as a sort after hairdresser. Toews paid for Lindsey side of her salon she is in partnership with. She got a lot of hate because she was a party girl/bottle girl but Toews was a frat boy as well. But it always seemed neither cheated on each other until towards the end when it was very much a off and on relationship until it was off for good. As for the other site on Crosby he learnt very early not to have a public private life and Kathy seems to stick to that rule. Does he cheat maybe. Who knows. Also they bash Amanda for not going out with wags she is 35 with a 2 year old. Her life is now about her family not wag lifestyle and kane seems to love both off them. People forget these guys play hockey and are human and so r the gf and wifes

Do you mean wives ? None of these 3 was or is married to Toews, Kane, Crosby . Maybe Crosby is married and they have a child now looking on Kathy's hair and a belly cradling by both on the photo and overgrown dark roots of L Blakeley actress but gosh you have all sort of info from all NHL franchises all over North America .

i agree it is not easy life to be wag with non stop travel and moving and all 3 were or are long term partners . Amanda has had her party time and fun Kaner has met her as a waitress during her uni, supporting herself. So Lindsey . It is up to her to keep her biz afloat and so during pandemic. It does not matter who has funded her biz as it is not her vanity project. She has had balls to leave him as he loved her but not enough to have a child with her. She could go ahead to have a kid with him and a child maintenance. It was pandemic, she has found her new Mr Right asap and he's a father of her baby girl. No public spats or posing online like Elina .I think Tazer has suffered so far. Kathy is out since 2014. More hyped media bubble about Crosby since his teens what you can't see about Bedard now or fake choir boy hermit image applied on McDavid to sell jerseys and a young captain and scoring machine image lol ...really, she comes from well to do background. Not rich one but the background and family where Steptford Housewives are born and bred. They don't work and a wealthy partner is expected. So far so good if there is a commitment what seems to be a case but relationships break and divorce is easy. So the marriage is sought. And prenup to award the woman in the question, not easy split of the couple who grew apart with all sorted out beforehand. She is 37. 15 years together. I'd think twice to stay like Lindsey to waste my chance to have family etc to be a semi hidden partner of busy ice hockey player. If they have fertility problem, ok. It's understandable but then again it's fair Kay game to release the girl like Lindsey to go than drag her around the rink. I think Kathy wants to stay, for various reasons like comfort, trust, routine of a partner she knows and also his money to ke a housewife. Her work is a light commercial modelling that does not count with million per an endorsement so she relies on her partner. Any split makes it harder and old insurance in the form of the child as well as legal marital cord is not here. She can use a cohabitation as she reaches 40 and so the end of modelling fun but it does not set her for a life.. Call Vecchione a bottle girl as any woman is a marketing guru with IN or a model now but Vecchione without a cushy family background of executive father is doing very well and far from a doormat. Kathy is hanging on for dear life, years and years...no a job. Crosby stays in Pittsburgh. Call Hevner a plastic Barbie in latex tight pants from Disneyland she has been working for years and grasped the sale management..I'd say Kathy has neither a child not a job in the case to support herself and Crosby is also interesting man with his freaking about privacy yet posing happily with Drake and two bottle girls. You don't see it with Kane right now...he has had his scandals, huge cab drama but never hiding it is not him.

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marriageregistration · 2 years

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mosswillow · 4 years

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Focus - Dark!Bucky Barnes x ADHD!Reader

Warnings! Dark! 18+ content, vaginal fingering, noncon/dubcon, smut, kidnapping, oral (female receiving)

Summary: You never should have taken the job cleaning for Stark industries. The Avengers might be heroes on the outside but something sinister lies just beneath the surface.

A/N: this is part of the Synonyms series. You can read any of them as stand alones but I encourage reading them in order if you want to read all of them. This one specifically ties them all together (but you can still read it alone and it should make sense)

This is one of those where it doesn’t feel done but I’m done writing it. I think I just hyped it up in my head too much so after actually writing it I’m like, eh it’s not as good as I thought it would be.

Word count: 3.4k

If you could just focus, everything in your life would be better.

Your inattention follows you around like a shadow. It stands behind you, silently ruining your life while you try in vain to just focus. Just don’t forget. Just stop losing things. Just pay attention. Teachers in school would tell you to stop daydreaming, that if you just listened you could do so much better. Growing up, Your parents treated you like you would never amount to anything. They would push your siblings to do well in school but when it came to you they were silent, unwilling to spend energy on a kid who couldn’t even make it through a family dinner without getting distracted. Everyone around you would laugh at your “quirky” personality. You know that for other people you’re funny, always getting yourself into trouble and making silly mistakes. You don’t think it’s funny though and you never did. As a kid you would frequently cry yourself to sleep. You found ways to hide your stupidity so that just maybe others might overlook your shadow. You’ve tried so hard to act normal, to make check lists and routines but it never works and you always find yourself once again brought to tears after your inevitable failure.

This is why you took the job at Stark Tower all those years ago. You knew you wouldn’t excel at school and so you took the first job you could find, cleaning for Stark Industries. It’s something you’re actually good at and the only routine in your life you’ve been able to consistently follow. It makes you move around constantly and there’s always some different puzzle to solve. You love the feeling of finally getting out a tough stain from the carpet or finding the perfect tool to finally get to a hard to reach spot.

Now, after years of hard work and an extensive background check you’ve been promoted to cleaning the Avengers floor. You have a generous salary now, health insurance, your own place with no roommates. Some people may judge what you do but you don’t care anymore. It’s honest work and you love it.

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You walk into stark tower, showing security your badge before heading to the elevator and riding it up to the Avengers floor. You’ve had this job for a few weeks now but you still feel nervous every day. If you’re honest you’re scared of them, the Avengers, They feel unhinged. It’s nothing they do or say. It’s the general vibe you get when you’re around them, like they’re filled to the brim with unbridled anger that hides underneath a cracking exterior. Any moment they might break completely and whatever trauma they’ve all been through will spill out and consume anyone who dares stand close to them.

You start your day in one of the many bathrooms, scrubbing every surface before taking your cleaning supplies and working your way through the floor. Every day is much of the same, you spend all day cleaning the massive Avengers living area, trying your best to stay out of their lives.

You turn a corner and see Captain America with someone, a new recruit you’ve seen around but haven't met. He has her against the wall, pushing his finger into her pussy. You stand stunned for a second.

“If I don’t take action now I might lose you and I can’t lose you.” Captain America says.

You turn and jump back behind the corner, sliding your back down the wall. You can make out some of their conversation and it sounds dramatic. She’s crying and begging him to walk away. You close your eyes and tell yourself to stay out of it. It’s not your place and if you tried to step in you could lose your job.

You hear footsteps walking towards you. Captain America stops and flashes a smile while you stand up.

“We appreciate privacy here, you understand the consequences if you tell anyone about anything about our personal lives?”

You do know, they had you sign an agreement that said they’d take everything away from you if you talked about their personal lives in any way to anyone. If you value your livelihood you won’t speak a word about it to anyone.

“I’m sorry sir, I saw you there and didn’t want to interrupt. I didn’t mean to eavesdrop but, Is… is she ok?”

He crosses his arms and looks you up and down.

“Everything is consensual if that’s what you’re asking, we enjoy a little roleplay sometimes.”

you‘re not totally convinced, something inside you tells you that he’s lying to you. He looks at you so intently and you know, despite his hero status, that he wouldn’t hesitate to get rid of you permanently if he had to. you nod your head and give a smile.

“I’m sorry if I insinuated anything sir.”

He checks his watch before quickly walking away. You exhale and pick up your cleaning supplies. As you walk past her room you stop for a second, deciding if you should knock. You back away, not wanting to interfere more than you already have.

“You’re new here.” a voice says as you reach the living room.

“Yes, I just started a few weeks ago.” you reply.

“I’m Bucky.” he walks over to you, looking you up and down.

“I have a lot of work to finish.” you back up a few steps and hold your cleaning tote in front of you. Bucky stuffs his hands in his pockets and smiles.

“I won’t keep you.”

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Six months later

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You walk into Tony’s suite and lean down to plug in your vacuum. A pop of red catches your eye and you pull a thong out from under the nightstand. You turn it over in your hands, deciding what to do with it. A hand comes behind you and takes it from you. You look up to see Tony Stark in front of you, stuffing the thong in his pocket.

“Mr. stark.” you gasp.

“From a one night stand.”

“Of course sir, do you want me to wash and return it to your... friend?”

“No.” Tony says quickly. “That will be all in here today.”

“I haven't vacuumed yet, do you want me to come back later?”

“No, just leave.”

You unplug the vacuum and roll it out the door, turning just briefly to close it behind you. As the door closes you see Tony pull the underwear out of his pocket and bring it to his nose.

You try your best over the next week to keep your mind focused on work. Everything starts to get back to normal.

One evening you hear a thud and someone yell out in pain. You run over to see Tony in the hallway standing threateningly over a woman.

“Is everything ok? You ask.

“We’re fine, you can leave for the night.” Tony says, waving you away. You make eye contact with the woman, looking back and forth between her and Tony. She nods and gives you a small, unconvincing smile. You turn around and walk away, wanting nothing more than to get home and take a long shower. Maybe you can forget about what you just saw.

On your way out you run straight into a wall of muscle.

“Hey, what’s the rush sweetheart.” Bucky catches you, holding onto your shoulders.

“I, uh, I’m sorry sir. Nothing, I’m just anxious to get home I guess.”

“Call me Bucky.”

“Bucky.” you say, moving away from him and towards the door.

“Hey, are you ok?” He takes a step towards you, cocking his head and furrowing his brow.

“Yes sir… Bucky.”

“Hey, you can tell me.”

“No, I can’t.” you look into his eyes, silently communicating the reason for your silence.

Bucky runs his hand through his hair and looks down.

“Your socks match.” he looks up and smiles.

“I’m sorry?” you look at your feet.

“You usually wear mismatched ones, it’s cute.”

You know he meant it to be a fun observation, maybe even a weird complement, but it feels pointed. You always lose your socks, it’s just one of the many small things that you should be able to do better but just can’t. You can’t even keep your life together enough to consistently find matching socks. You give a fake smile, used to laughing at yourself when these things are pointed out.

“Oh, yeah.” you laugh.

Bucky takes an almost imperceptible step towards you and you in turn take a very obvious one backwards.

“I’ll see you tomorrow sir.” you say.

“Bucky.”

“Bucky.” you give a tight smile before walking away.

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Two weeks later

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Natasha hands you a book.

“Can you wrap this please?”

“Yes ma'am, whose name should I put?”

“Say to my little bookworm, Love Nat.”

You wrap the present lovingly, putting extra care into it. You’ve seen them together, Nat and her girlfriend. Tony and Steve’s wives mostly keep to themselves but Natashas girlfriend is always nice to you, acknowledging you and thanking you when she sees you working. She owns a bookstore that you’ve visited a few times and always remembers you when you walk in.

“I think you forgot a piece of tape.” Bucky whispers in your ear making you jump. He’s started doing this, becoming more comfortable around you, touching you in small ways and getting just a little closer than what’s appropriate. You grab another piece of tape and secure a bit of paper.

“Thank you.” you say as you tie a bow around the gift and write the note. You pause with your pencil trying to remember what Natasha told you to write. You should have written it down when she told you it. You curse under your breath, wishing you had paid better attention when you were given instructions. You remember it was something easy but not exactly what she wanted.

“I have to get this back to Ms. Romanoff.” you push past Bucky.

“Did I do something to make you upset?”

You stop and look at him.

“No sir”

“Bucky”

“I just prefer to remain professional while at work,” you look down.

“What about outside of work?”

“I would rather keep that life separate. I’m sorry, I just really like this job and don’t want to do anything that might jeopardize it.”

Bucky clenches his jaw and you half expect him to grab you and push you against the wall like you’ve seen the captain and Tony do to their girlfriends and then wives. You flinch when he takes a step towards you. He reaches out, brushing the back of his hand over your cheek.

“I’m not like the others,” he whispers.

You’re not sure what to say, you just nod and watch as he steps back and walks away.

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One month later

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You’re doing dishes, scrubbing hard against burnt on food that was never soaked or even rinsed. One of them had a date the night before, making a complicated meal.

“How long until you get your girl?” Thor says to Sam as they walk into the kitchen.

“Tony’s working on it, probably a few weeks before I can take her home.”

They each grab oranges and head into the next room. their voices get quieter for a few minutes then louder again as they walk back to throw away their orange peels.

“I’m envious, I often fantasize about finding mine, If only I knew where she was.” Thor says.

“You have no idea where she could be?”

“I must confess, friend, I don’t even know what planet she’s on. She’s a slippery little lady.”

You stop washing dishes for a second, mind trying to dissect what you’re overhearing.

“You ok?” Bucky sets a plate next to the sink.

“Yes sir.” you reply, taking the plate and washing it.

You turn off the sink and turn around, seeing multiple dishes you forgot about. You pick them up and bring them to the sink, restarting the cleaning process.

“I think you should take a vacation.”

You look at him and raise your eyebrows.

“You’re a hard worker, and fast too.”

You nod in agreement.

“You’re… unusual to watch though.”

You set the last clean dish in the drying rack and turn your back to Bucky, taking a step away. You put your hand in your pocket to pull out your phone which holds your to do list but it’s not there. You look to your right and left and then turn back toward Bucky. He holds your phone out to you and you grab it and open your list.

“This is the third time today you’ve misplaced your phone.”

“I appreciate your concern, you’re very observant.” you bite your tongue before you say something aggressively inappropriate to your boss.

“Hey, I don’t want to hurt your feelings. You’re very smart and capable, I just noticed it’s been worse lately and think you should take a break.”

You take a deep breath.

“I’m taking next week off.” you say, grabbing a broom and walking out of the kitchen.

“Good.” Bucky yells after you.

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Three months later.

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Your phone rings, waking you up from a deep sleep.

“Hello,” you say sleepily.

“Hey, can you come in ASAP?” Tony says from the other end.

You jump out of bed.

“Of course, I’ll be there soon.”

You quickly get dressed and run out of the apartment. You gasp and drop your bag as soon as the elevator door opens. There’s a huge mess covering the entire living room and kitchen. There’s broken glass and furniture everywhere as well as a hole in the wall. It looks as though there was a fight and you wonder what happened. You get to work right away.

Thankfully a few of the Avengers wives come and help you clean up. Natashas wife evidently is back from a long honeymoon and you’re happy to see her. You smile at her and she frowns back at you.

“Are you ok?”

She looks away. “Just tired.”

You watch her give a tiny flinch as Natasha calls her name from the next room. Something is very wrong.

“You got this cleaned up fast.” Bucky says, taking a dustpan away from you and dumping the contents into the trash.

“I had help.” you say, looking over to where Natasha and her wife stand across the room.

You look back at Bucky and give a sweet smile.

“I was wondering if I could leave a little early on friday. There’s a birthday party for my grandmother.”

“I think you’ve earned leaving a little early after today, you’re welcome to get ready for your party here too. You can use the guest room.”

“Thank you sir.”

“Bucky.”

You resist the urge to roll your eyes.

“Thank you Bucky.”

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You put on your dress and a full face of makeup, admiring yourself in the mirror before heading out. Bucky stands outside of the guest room door, obviously waiting for you.

“You clean up nice.”

“Thank you.”

Bucky clicks his tongue as he stares at you.

“Did I ever tell you that you remind me of someone I used to know?”

You back away.

“No, you didn’t.”

“I miss her.”

You try your best to take even breaths. The way he looks at you makes you deeply uncomfortable. You feel naked despite your dress being on the conservative side. You make the mistake of looking straight at his crotch, seeing a very visible bulge. You gulp and shift uncomfortably on your feet.

“Have a good time at your party.” Bucky says.

“I will.” you say politely before basically running to the elevator. You get in and realize you forgot your phone. You walk back to the guest room where Bucky waits, holding your phone out for you. You grab it and turn around but bucky catches your arm.

“Focus, do you have everything you need.”

You shift your eyes away and realize you forgot your wallet and keys too.

Bucky grabs your things out of his pocket and hands them to you.

“Thank you.” you breathe.

Bucky hums and lets you go.

“Be safe,” he yells as you walk back to the elevator, this time taking it down and leaving the tower.

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Three months later

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You’re going to quit today. As good as the money is it’s not worth the fear and stress of working there. Not only have you become more and more concerned about the wives of the Avengers but you just can’t take Bucky anymore. You’re scared of him. The way he looks at you makes you feel as though he could decide at any minute to lock you in a room and tear your clothes off. You feel constant stress at work and have developed a tremor. No amount of money is worth this work environment. The lease at your apartment is about to end and you’ll move back with your parents until you find a new job.

You enter the avengers floor and hear yelling.

“Fuck!”

“I thought we were kidnapping women?”

“You weren’t supposed to just snatch one. Now there’s a whole mess to clean up.”

“Thor just took his.”

“He has a point.”

“Thor had that whole betrothal thing.”

“Touche.”

You make eye contact with a scared woman who is sitting on the couch with her hands tied in front of her. She mouths run and you do, running out of the tower and home. You start frantically packing a bag, throwing your phone away since you’re sure they can track it.

“There’s nowhere to hide baby.”

You scream as Bucky pulls you away from your suitcase and throws you on your bed.

“Here’s what’s going to happen.” he touches your face, smoothing his finger over your lip.

“We’re married now, Tony already set it up. I’m going to take you on a honeymoon on an island until I can trust you.”

It clicks in your head, the honeymoons. They always come back so quiet and introverted.

“What did they do to those poor girls?”

“It doesn’t matter.”

Tears start forming in your eyes.

“I won’t tell anyone, just let me go.”

“This is the only way.”

Bucky’s hand travels down your body, grabbing your waistband and pulling your pants off. He puts his hand in between your legs and you squirm away, clenching your legs tight.

“Please baby, I don't want to hurt you but I will if i have to. Now open up”

You shake your head, tears now spilling down your cheeks. He slaps you hard and you clutch your throbbing face, crying out and pushing your body against the headboard. You slowly and shakilly open your legs for him, closing your eyes as he dips a metal finger in your pussy.

“I’m not like the others.”

He thrusts his finger in and out.

“They took those women out of greed. They feel like they deserve love after everything they’ve given up... we’ve given up.”

He reaches his other hand up, still fucking you gently with a metal finger, and grabs your chin, shaking your head gently until you look at him.

“I just want you to be safe and happy.”

Bucky pulls his finger out. He grabs his cock, stroking it as he looks at your naked lower half. You try to close your legs but he grabs them, pulling them open. He kisses your mound gently and you arch your back involuntarily, pushing your pussy into his face. He grabs your legs and holds you against his mouth, suddenly sucking and licking until you’re coming undone. The pleasure washes over you and you relax for a second before your mind is brought back to reality. Your legs shake as He pulls back and smiles at you, climbing over you and pushing his impressive dick in. He kisses you as he thrusts into you, grabbing your shoulders and squeezing them as he comes.

“I’m going to be good for you, this will be good.” he whispers, holding you as you cry in his arms.

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You’re forgetful. You don’t focus, don’t pay attention. It was right in front of your face and you still missed it. You always miss it. You’ve always been someone who gets themselves into trouble, always making silly mistakes and having to pay for them.

Your shadow did it again, silently destroyed everything around you while you ignorantly looked the wrong way. If you could just pay attention.

If you could just focus.

But you can’t.

#dark!bucky barnes #dark!mcu #dark!bucky x reader #dark!bucky

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everandevermcre · 3 years

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⌠ margot robbie. 31, pansexual, cis female, she/her. ⌡ wait a minute, is lennon harlow name still in town? i thought i saw a flash of (pink lips glossed to perfection, making everyone look underdressed for the occasion, money as a love language)! last i heard they were working as a(n) hustler nearby. when it’s the (cancer)’s birthday on 07/02 i forget that they’re deceitful and celebrate that they’re sweet. i hear babydoll by dominic fike every time i think of them. // @liminalintro

+ Lennon Harlow was a sweetheart. She was naive, a bit of a dumb blonde, kind to her core, overly-generous, had an endearing wit and new york charm. The bullets to follow detail the life that she made herself, which felt out of necessity more than deceit. She craved affection and attention and when she finally found a way to get that, it came as compensation for her being arm candy, for dating men that didn’t want quality time with their wives, but rather young blondes in tight dresses paid for with their dollar. Where it came from didn’t matter to Lennon. The matter of fact was that she had never felt special, nor had she felt love. So when those two things came as a package deal, Lennon became addicted. + Daddy issues. It is an unfortunate circumstance that Lennon Harlow fits into this mold, but a truth in her background nonetheless. She was raised by a single mother in Brooklyn, New York. When Lennon was old enough to understand the reality of her mother’s hardship, she took it upon herself to make their living situation a little more comfortable. + The aforementioned comfort came in two forms: gold-digging and kleptomania. By the time Lennon didn’t have time for things like dating or dances in her youth because, by the time she was sixteen, she was already flashing her baby blues to get what she wanted from men that should have considered themselves too old to give it to her. + As Lennon ripened, she found that there was a certain type of man that could benefit her: they wore pressed suit jackets, had stocks reflected in their glasses, rolex’s on their wrists, and took their wedding rings off when they attended bars on Stone Street. + Once Lennon got the hang of things, she went from having to get creative when picking pockets on the street to only stealing when she was really upset or in need of a thrill. The blonde bought the home her mother was renting and raised her in, paid off their loans and dove off the deep end, headfirst into luxury. Men paid $250, 000 for her to fly unlimited first-class for life, invited her to high-end watch clubs where women where only a prize piece synonymous with the watches, smoked Russian cigarettes with golden filters, had private jet timeshares, bough her supremely expensive phones ( think gold-plated iPhones or Vertu phones where the ringtones are special editions of classical tracks performed by the London Symphony Orchestra ) , had kidnap insurance not only for them and their families, but also for their mistresses, Lennon included, because when you can afford a badass rescue team, you buy a badass rescue team. There were submarine sports cars, pills that actually make your poop look like gold and cost $425 a pop, and hell, even their secretaries had secretaries. + Lennon used these men for all they were worth: money, sex, and attention. She would bleed them dry and then look the other way. She would have their way with them and leave when she got bored. Nothing was permanent. The attention she craved had to be constant but not exclusive. + It was all fun and games until Lennon found herself in handcuffs and not the solid gold ones that might be attached to a headboard, but the regular, silver, everyday ones. The white, pretty, blonde girl could easily get herself out of them physically, but those three adjectives were not enough to get her out of the debt of trouble she had collected for herself over the years. + At the end of the day, New York City was a small island. Too small to play the same games for almost a decade and not get caught. When she did get caught, it was Sage to the rescue. Only Sage isn’t in New York anymore. She’s in Centralia, Pennsylvania. There it was again, the attention she needed. She might have been behind bars, but even still the only words that registered with her were the ones that told her she had a safety net. So it began, a life in the middle of godforsaken nowhere, teaching her how to use criminal activity and skill to benefit herself outside of the city that made her. Will Centralia be enough to change Lennon Harlow, or will it aid and abet a life of crime? Only one way to find out.

#liminal:intro #« lennon ╱ about »

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fuck-customers · 5 years

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Fuck my old company basically

TW for homophobia/transphobia, I don’t know for sure if what I’m going to mention will be considered either of those, but I want to make sure just in case

Gotta give some background first: I used to work for a big lab company, lets call it West Diagnostics, for two and a half years. I wasn’t super special, just a specimen tech, and I basically helped make sure the doctor’s test orders were input correctly and that the patient samples matched with what was needed. There were about 150 of us total I think, and that was just for our department during night shift. The lab itself had a bunch more departments and employees, but that’s not super important. But most of these people are very cliquey and treat you differently if you don’t fit in with them in any way, and they all get away with whatever they want while the rest of us who are more like outsiders would constantly be reprimanded for not “following the rules”. For example, there weren’t any explicit rules about not talking quietly to those sitting next to you during work as long as you got shit done, and all of the people who fit in with the clique and the managers/supervisors would be extremely loud all night and barely meet their quotas for what their production should be, but if myself or my friends were talking at all we would get told we weren’t allowed to talk during work and that we needed to focus on what we were doing, even though our production never slipped (and if I may brag for a second, my production was typically in the top 3 for how much I could get done in a single night, consistently for the entire time I worked there, so talking didn’t have any negative affects on me whatsoever).

This company also fired me under wrongful termination. I told them when I was hired that I sometimes got gout attacks, and usually I would still hobble in to work even though I was in agony and could barely walk, but on a few occasions the attacks were so horrible that I had to go to the ER, and then had to call out for a few days per doctor orders. My managers refused to look at my doctor notes, saying I had to file a claim through the third party insurance company and get my medical leave time approved through them for it to be taken off my record and not seen as an absence. I did that but the third party denied my claim anyway, even with the proof I’d literally been in the hospital. These happened three times over the course of a year, and even when I tried to get FMLA paperwork through my doctor to show that I had medical needs in which I might have to call off here and there, they still denied my claims and wouldn’t take the first-hand documents, so I ended up getting fired on “attendance issues” even though I had a disability and a medical reason for not showing up to work during those times. They fired me two days before the Christmas party, and they said that my friend, who had offered to pay for my ticket so I could go with her while I was still working there, didn’t put any money in for me, so I couldn’t even go to the party to say goodbye to my other friends.

In summary: I hate this place and almost everyone who works there. Most of them treated me like shit anyway, even though I did more work than them. They made it clear I wasn’t part of the clique, and neither were my other friends, and they shut us out of pretty much everything and made us feel very awkward.

Anyway, the first year and a half I’d been there is when they started doing Christmas parties, so I was able to go to that one. It was at a really nice place with a big banquet hall and everyone dressed up really fancy, but things got really weird when they started playing sexually suggestive games (male employees held a large cucumber between their legs to mime an erect penis and then female employees would walk in a circle around them while music played, and when the music would stop they’d have to grab a guy’s cucumber to move on to the next round; think musical chairs but with more sexual harassment), and there were even small children there, since people could bring their families. It was just plain inappropriate.

Fast forward to now. I still have a few friends from there that I’m connected with on Facebook, and one of them was tagged in pictures from this year’s Christmas party. It was in another nice banquet hall and things looked nice, right up until everyone collectively decided that it was totally okay and appropriate for the male employees to have a drag contest as entertainment. I’m not kidding when I say that all of the guys did it, and there are even pictures of their girlfriends/wives/other female friends doing their makeup and helping them put on dresses in the middle of the dining hall.

Now I have no problem with people who like to wear drag if they want to, but what I do have a problem with is putting it on display like this, at a company party, as if it’s all a huge joke they can laugh about. I’m sure they weren’t doing it for any of the wrong reasons and were just stupid. But still, what if someone at the party were transgender? What if someone were queer and used dressing in drag as a way to express themselves and their label? To make a joke out of something people do to express their identities is rude, to say the least, and also not appropriate for a company party! The managers and supervisors were there! Everyone’s families were there! Who thought that was okay??!!

Maybe I’m making a big deal out of nothing, especially after all the shit I went through at that company and what happened to me, but the whole thing just doesn’t sit right. There are so many other activities they could do that would have been way less embarrassing.

#fuck co-workers #cashier problems #happy ending #submissions #retail law #server problems #fuck customers #trigger warning #embarrassing #call center problems #fuck coworkers #fuck managers #fuck retail #tw #retail justice #submission

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hypermoyashi · 10 months

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Thought I'd compile links to most of my Trigun writing for tumblr! Please check the tags on ao3 for warnings before reading; additional warnings are included in the chapter notes, if applicable. Feel free to check them out!

Make it to Daybreak

Word Count: 46k (in-progress)

Pairings/Relationships: Vashwood, Insurance Wives, Platonic Polygun

A Demon/Demon Slayer AU featuring demon!Vash and Wolfwood, Meryl, and Milly as demon slayers. Vash, as a demon who refuses to eat humans, has to contend with starvation and is constantly on the run from the demons slayers, but maybe things will get easier for him when he actually makes some friends.

(More under the cut!)

The Coin Toss

Word Count: 19k (in-progress)

Pairings/Relationships: Knives & Vash, Vashwood, Insurance Wives, Elendira/Knives

A SWAP AU where neither Vash nor Knives were born on Ship Five, and therefore, neither of them ever met Rem. With Vash subjected to endless experiments and Knives isolated from everything but his mental link with his siblings, how will the both of them end up feeling about humanity?

To Touch You

Word Count: 14k (complete)

Pairings/Relationships: Mashwood

Wolfwood's been dead for over a century, existing on as a ghost haunting the shell of the orphanage he used to run. His afterlife is pretty boring, until a strange man who can actually see and speak with him moves in.

Perfection for Us

Work Count: 7k (complete)

Pairings/Relationships: Mashwood

Only humans had soulmates. Vash assumed, since he wasn't human, that he'd be alone for the rest of his life. Meryl and Wolfwood were determined to prove him wrong.

Vash's Ingenious Plan

Word Count: 7k (complete)

Pairings/Relationships: Insurance Wives, Vashwood, Platonic Polygun

Vash schemes to get Meryl and Milly together after Wolfwood notices they like each other. That's it, that's the fic.

I Would Rather You

Word Count: 30k (complete)

Pairings/Relationships: Vashwood, background Insurance Wives

Wolfwood didn't exactly sign up to kidnap a merman and nurse him back to health, but he's also petty enough to go through with it. He didn't account for falling in love with said merman.

#trigun #tristamp #trimax #vashwood #insurance wives #platonic polygun #my fanfiction #fanfiction #there are a few fics I didn't list #but this is most of my favs

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girlfriendsofthegalaxy · 4 years

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What if we just skipped town...

this is partially your fault for creating a spy ask meme and partially syb’s fault for being an enabler, but i have 2k words of a fnv!blondeyes & fnv!wives noir au sitting on my drive that honestly might as well be an original novella. i have things to do, D! classes to pass, goddamnit!

dirty cop Angel is halfheartedly chasing cat burglar Blondie/the Man With No Name in the background of typical wifely shenanigans, heavy on alt 40′s technology/The Battle of Los Angeles. let’s pretend standardized shipping containers saw earlier and wider use than they actually did.

Angel looked at his life and his choices that led up to this moment, bleeding in a jewel thief’s cushy hideout while hired guns noisily combed the docks outside.

The thief, back to him, rummaged through a cabinet. There was a tiny, efficient apartment behind a false wall of crates, complete with electricity, kitchenette and the biggest plushest bed he’d ever seen. If this was just one of his boltholes, the Man With No Name must have been active for far longer than he’d thought. He’d have to go back, look at all the break-ins in the valley over a certain insurance amount- a glass of whiskey slid across the table. He’d shrugged out of a thick fisherman’s sweater while Angel had been distracted, damp-sheep smell masked by all the mud.

The thief sipped his own glass, looking at him in a way Angel didn’t know how to interpret beyond the prickle of danger in his stomach. “You really would give your left arm to nail me, huh?”

“It’s my job.” This was better whisky than a cop’s pay afforded, even with the bribes on top.

“You don’t seem very interested in your job. Either that or you’re not very good.”

Angel hrrmed at that while he was helped out of his uniform jacket. He wasn’t sure where he stood- the Man With No Name didn’t have any known kills, but there was a rack of guns on the wrong side of the table and a Detective Special at the small of his back. They’d had an enjoyable game of cat and mouse over the last few months, and he was certain the thief would have vanished into the rain under other circumstances, but towing a cop with a round in his shoulder all the way through the docks would have been a problem. The ladder up one level of shipping containers was difficult enough. Why was he being tended to, instead of being left in the storm to the Steele family’s uncertain mercies?

“Just a through-and-through. What if we just skipped town?”

“Pardon?” The whisky and the blood loss and the careful safecracker’s hands on his shoulder were making him sloppy. Focus, Angel.

“Get out of this damn rain and this damn city and let you heal up on a beach somewhere.”

“Funny way of seeing justice done.”

He got a lopsided smirk and disinfectant poured directly into his shoulder. “Count it as time served for good behavior.”

#believerindaydreams #noir au #i GUESS #answered #ty!!!

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harlowtm · 5 years

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MARGOT ROBBIE, 26, CIS FEMALE, SHE/HER ⌡ welcome back to gallagher academy, LENNON HARLOW! according to their records, they’re a THIRD YEAR, specializing in COVERT OPERATIONS + LINGUISTICS, CULTURE, & ASSIMILATION; and they DID NOT go to a spy prep high school. when i see them walking around in the halls, i usually see a flash of (messy hair, vanilla coffee, saturday morning cartoons. overprotectiveness, trying their best, rose petal softness and thorn sharp intensity). when it’s the (cancer)’s birthday on 07/03, they always request pistachio cookie dough ice cream from the school’s chefs. looks like they’re well on their way to graduation. ⌿ kara, 26, she/her, pst ⍀

+ Lennon Harlow was a sweetheart. She was naive, a bit of a dumb blonde, kind to her core, overly-generous, had an endearing wit and new york charm. The bullets to follow detail the life that she made herself, which felt out of necessity more than deceit. She craved affection and attention and when she finally found a way to get that, it came as compensation for her being arm candy, for dating men that didn’t want quality time with their wives, but rather young blondes in tight dresses paid for with their dollar. Where it came from didn’t matter to Lennon. The matter of fact was that she had never felt special, nor had she felt love. So when those two things came as a package deal, Lennon became addicted. + Daddy issues. It is an unfortunate circumstance that Lennon Harlow fits into this mold, but a truth in her background nonetheless. She was raised by a single mother in Brooklyn, New York. When Lennon was old enough to understand the reality of her mother’s hardship, she took it upon herself to make their living situation a little more comfortable. + The aforementioned comfort came in two forms: gold-digging and kleptomania. By the time Lennon didn’t have time for things like dating or dances in her youth because, by the time she was sixteen, she was already flashing her baby blues to get what she wanted from men that should have considered themselves too old to give it to her. + As Lennon ripened, she found that there was a certain type of man that could benefit her: they wore pressed suit jackets, had stocks reflected in their glasses, rolex’s on their wrists, and took their wedding rings off when they attended bars on Stone Street. + Once Lennon got the hang of things, she went from having to get creative when picking pockets on the street to only stealing when she was really upset or in need of a thrill. The blonde bought the home her mother was renting and raised her in, paid off their loans and dove off the deep end, headfirst into luxury. Men paid $250, 000 for her to fly unlimited first-class for life, invited her to high-end watch clubs where women where only a prize piece synonymous with the watches, smoked Russian cigarettes with golden filters, had private jet timeshares, bough her supremely expensive phones ( think gold-plated iPhones or Vertu phones where the ringtones are special editions of classical tracks performed by the London Symphony Orchestra ) , had kidnap insurance not only for them and their families, but also for their mistresses, Lennon included, because when you can afford a badass rescue team, you buy a badass rescue team. There were submarine sports cars, pills that actually make your poop look like gold and cost $425 a pop, and hell, even their secretaries had secretaries. + Lennon used these men for all they were worth: money, sex, and attention. She would bleed them dry and then look the other way. She would have their way with them and leave when she got bored. Nothing was permanent. The attention she craved had to be constant but not exclusive. + It was all fun and games until Lennon found herself in handcuffs and not the solid gold ones that might be attached to a headboard, but the regular, silver, everyday ones. The white, pretty, blonde girl could easily get herself out of them physically, but those three adjectives were not enough to get her out of the debt of trouble she had collected for herself over the years. + Gallagher to the rescue. Little did Lennon know that she was being watched. At the end of the day, New York City was a small island. Too small to play the same games for almost a decade and not get caught. When she did get caught, it was Gallagher that gave her options. There it was again, the attention she needed. She might have been behind bars, but even still the only words that registered with her were the ones that told her she had done a good job. So it began, a four-year program in the middle of godforsaken nowhere, teaching her how to use criminal activity skill to benefit the government. Will four years at Gallagher Academy be enough to change Lennon Harlow, or is the academy only aiding and abetting the life of crime she intends to lead post-graduation? Only one way to find out.

#intro #gallagher:intro

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scullydubois · 5 years

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thoughts on Terms of Endearment (6x07)

Written by David Amann Directed by Rob Bowman

Don’t know much, if anything, about this episode

This man is the worst father to be ever

Nothing creepy has happened yet but this is creepy

Okay actual nightmare material

What the fuck??? Why is motherhood such a fucking controversial topic on this show?

Fuck offfff Spender

3 episodes free of Spender/Fowley were a blessing...I don’t want to go back

FUCK OFFFFFF

Save the day Moldy

Mulder is on to this guy

More I vs We debate between M&S...coming up a lot lately

Background checks, Mulder! You’re supposed to be doing background checks!

Demon fetal harvest...I hate this

Uh? How the fuck

So this woman is not pregnant anymore then, correct? Her baby has been literally stolen from her?

This is so fucking messed up, I’m not even gonna pretend not to be livid over it

Ahh, so the baby was growing horns perhaps

Wow! They found a way to make me even madder!!

So I came into this episode in a bad mood, hoping it would lift me up, which might be affecting some of my perception of this episode, but also I’m pretty sure everything happening here is also really fucking heartless

Mulder and proceeding carefully don’t belong in the same sentence

Uh?

Bitch!! How does it keep getting more messed up!!

I’m not crazy right?? This is the most messed up shit out there??

I’m literally livid over this episode...what the actual fuck

Now they’re arresting this woman and like,,,it’s just so fucked up

I know this is intended to be messed up, but it’s honestly like...too cruel and heartless to accept for me at this point

He’s an insurance salesman..apparently

Here’s the thing like...I KNOW they’re gonna try to turn it around at the end and make us feel pity for devil guy because oh, all he wants are children of his own...he just wants to be a father...BUT I have zero sympathy for him and am deeply disturbed by all of this

Only good part of the episode thus far

Mulder, you’re busted

So let me get this straight...this woman just lost her baby...now she’s is in jail for essentially a third trimester abortion on the basis of an observation made by her husband, who’s gaslighting her

*chuckles nervously* what the fuck

And now he’s punished her for the irregularities that the baby developed because of his genetics!!

Aw fuck not again with the messed up sonogram

Literally cannot trust men...he’s got another wife honey

Mulder literally figured out this guy is a Czech immigrant who murdered his wives...so there’s that

“I’m not a psychologist” I think you...studied psychology...at Oxford

This episode is the best explanation for hell that I’ve heard, I agree

Fuck yes!!! Stand up for yourself!

This really is maybe the most fucked up shit I’ve ever seen in my life

What movie is playing in the house

IF they somehow flip it and make it actually the woman’s fault I will rage

I mean, I wanted to hear what he was gonna say, but okay

We get it,,,you’re a demon

If he’s just gonna give life back to the original wife, why’d he even do that to her in the first place

You know what makes this episode even worse? It’s been exactly a season since Emily Sim died.

I’m...not sure how I feel about this. They flipped it...but not in exactly the way that I was dreading they would...but it’s still...odd?

Consensus: I feel like this story was mishandled in some way. This episode made me mad, not just because the story was anger-inducing, but because I feel they didn’t do enough to acknowledge the cruelty of the situation. They wanted us to sympathize with the villain when, in my opinion, he didn’t deserve any sympathy.

2.5 out of 5 stars

#the x files #txf #season 6 #6x07 #terms of endearment #david amann #rob bowman #gillian anderson #dana scully #david duchovny #fox mulder #2.5 stars #thoughts on

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not-sure-about-this · 5 years

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I Hate Housework

Being a full time working mom, and a stay at home mom, is fantastic in theory. What it actually turns into is me trying to call insurance carriers, attorneys, and patients with my four month old crying or “talking” in the background, trying to change her and her feed her, while simultaneously trying to get housework done so I don’t go downstairs and freak out at the mess.

My husband is an incredible person, and isn’t one of those people that thinks that housework is “women’s work.” But that doesn’t mean he’s super helpful either. He IS however, one of the many people that has the misconception that working from home is easy and makes it easier to do housework. Working from home is still working, and being a parent is a full time job as well. Taking care of the house is also a full time job.

Does anyone else have this problem? Housework not getting divided evenly, or at all? It’s hard because even though I’m only 24, I was still raised with the mindset that wives do everything for their husbands and don’t ask for help. We keep a clean house and make sure his dinner and a beverage are on the table when he gets home from work. My mom DID NOT do that for my dad, so I’m not sure how this was burned into my mind, but there’s an internal struggle with myself that I should be able to do it all: work, parent, and maintain the house, without asking for help. That’s how I got into this situation, I guess. My husband thinks I can do it all, so he let’s me do it all.

I would love to be able to take a bath one night, dry off with a towel that I didn’t have to fold, and lay in a bed that I didn’t have to make. But, c’est la vie.

#personal #relationship #marriage #housework #family

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everandevermcre · 3 years

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» lennon harlow «

hey look, it’s lennon harlow! they’re thirty-one years old, they’ve lived in shrike heights for three years, and they’re currently working at duchess jewelers. i heard they’re pretty materialistic, but i think they’re so endearing at the same time. can they make it out alive?

» the sweetheart «

lennon harlow was a sweetheart. she was naive, a bit of a dumb blonde, kind to her core, overly-generous, had an endearing wit and new york charm. the following details the life that she made herself, which felt out of necessity more than deceit. she craved affection and attention and when she finally found a way to get that, it came as compensation for her being arm candy, for dating men that didn’t want quality time with their wives, but rather young blondes in tight dresses paid for with their dollar. where it came from didn’t matter to lennon. the matter of fact was that she had never felt special, nor had she felt love. so when those two things came as a package deal, lennon became addicted.

» backstory «

daddy issues ╱ it is an unfortunate circumstance that lennon harlow fits into this mold, but a truth in her background nonetheless. she was raised by a single mother in brooklyn, new york. when lennon was old enough to understand the reality of her mother’s hardship, she took it upon herself to make their living situation a little more comfortable.

the aforementioned comfort came in two forms: gold-digging and kleptomania

lennon didn’t have time for things like dating or dances in her youth because, by the time she was sixteen, she was already flashing her baby blues to get what she wanted from men that should have considered themselves too old to give it to her.

as lennon ripened, she found that there was a certain type of man that could benefit her: they wore pressed suit jackets, had stocks reflected in their glasses, rolex’s on their wrists, and took their wedding rings off when they attended bars on stone street.

once lennon got the hang of things, she went from having to get creative when picking pockets on the street to only stealing when she was really upset or in need of a thrill. the blonde bought the home her mother was renting and raised her in, paid off their loans and dove off the deep end, headfirst into luxury.

men paid hundreds of thousands of dollars for lennon to fly unlimited first-class for life, invited her to high-end watch clubs where women were only a prize piece synonymous with the watches, smoked russian cigarettes with golden filters, had private jets and timeshares, had kidnap insurance not only for them and their families, but also for their mistresses, lennon included, because when you can afford a badass rescue team, you buy a badass rescue team. hell, even these men’s secretaries had secretaries.

lennon used these men for all they were worth: money, sex, and attention. she would bleed them dry and then look the other way. she would have their way with them and leave when she got bored. nothing was permanent. the attention she craved had to be constant but not exclusive.

it was all fun and games until lennon found herself in handcuffs, and not the solid gold ones that might be attached to a headboard, but the regular, silver, everyday ones. the pretty blonde girl could easily get herself out of them physically, but those adjectives were not enough to get her out of the debt of trouble she had collected for herself over the years.

at the end of the day, new york city was a small island. too small to play the same games for over a decade and not get caught. when she did get caught, it set her straight. almost.

a friend in colorodo got the call and bailed lennon out of jail, insisting she stay with her for a while. it was certainly more luxurious than jail, but her old lifestyle beckoned her. eventually lennon moved a few hours away to a town that she could afford, that still had a decent proximity to the city for her to do some occasional dirty work: shrike heights.

» connections «

the colorodo native who bailed lennon out of jail in new york (maybe their families were friends) (could be a shrike native)

new york city connections. friends, exes, etc.

a female executive either in new york or in/near colorodo/shrike who would’ve been the first/only woman to ever hire lennon for her services

someone who lennon’s shares her dirty little klepto secret with

a mentee who lennon teaches to get away with a thing or two from the mall without having to open their wallet

a sugar daddy or mommy should anyone be interested

men to exploit

women to swoon over

complicated feelings

fwb

a soulmate (platonic and intimate or otherwise)

#shrikeintro #« lennon ╱ about »#tw kleptomania #tw exploitation #tw sex work

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