#briefcase girl 24

[grits-galraisedinthesouth]

The Meghan Show

In 2015, Sentebale hosted their annual chaity polo event at Val de Vie Estate in South Africa. I can no longer abide Sparry's insufferable voice, but this video footage from a pre-megxit fundraiser is markedly different from the staged Meghan shows featuring the "spare pair" of whinging nutburgers.

In April 2024 Sparry and wife filmed the Sentebale megflix event in Wellington, FL. They promoted the event as "glitzy."

Serena Williams traveled from Miami to witness and participate in her 2nd megflix production. She appears to have been the only "celebrity" on the set. Serena has previously expressed an interest in acting and is best friends with Kim Kardashian.

In 2022, Nacho formed polo team in Santa Barbara to "help" Sparry. To date, Netflix has not used any of the published (backgrid) images.

The Meghans invited celebrities to the 2022 event. Rebel Wilson's Australian mother offended the couple w/4 words: "where are your children?"

From Neil Sean: according to John Travolta's team, Harry demands that his WIFE (Meghan Markle, former briefcase model) present his awards.

2022 Briefcase Model

2024 Briefcase Model

[shaguro]

synposis: the story of how you met your sugar-daddy, nanami, at the cafe you work at. ♡ (the prequel to this drabble!)

ੈ✩‧₊˚ tags: sugar daddy nanami! (college student/barista reader x coo nanami), reader is fem, age gap (nanami is 30, reader is 24.), ceo gojo cameo at the start, flirty nd playful banter btwn reader nd nanami, anna is reader's coworker nd friend. nanami calls reader sweetheart once, nanami is just smitten with her as soon as he sees her. sweet fluff! as a whole, this is very light-hearted and unserious y'all. — w.c: 2.2k. ♡

angel's note: consider this my official comeback from my hiatus! thank you so much @preciousamethyst for beta-reading, love you downn. ♡

“you’re telling me out of the five blind-dates that i set up . . . you didn’t like any of them? not even a little bit?” satoru asks incredulously, the french-vanilla latte in his hand almost spilling on the table as he leans forward. “you’re too damn picky, nanamin! they all seemed like nice, respectable ladies to me.”

nanami sighs, looking up from his laptop with an annoyed expression on his face. “the last one didn’t have any teeth . . . and can you keep it down? i’m trying to focus and you’re making a scene, as usual.”

“oh, heh. my bad.”

nanami’s eyes linger on the white-haired man for a moment before focusing on the screen in front of him again. he’s not sure why satoru tagged along to this new cafe with him on his lunch break. (when he clearly stopped visiting his favorite one to avoid him.) it’s not like nanami could say no, anyway — satoru is his boss. his annoying and extremely invasive boss who always finds a way to be in his way and in his business.

it goes without saying that his dating life is certainly not off-limits.

unwrapping the chocolate eclair he just bought, satoru takes a bite of the puffy pastry, humming once the sugary goodness hits his tastebuds. “you were right, nanamin. this does taste amazing.“ he pauses between his words to lick chocolate off his bottom lip, then off his fingers. “maybe we need to try a different approach . . . dating apps! ever tried tinder or bumble—“

“no.” nanami slams his laptop closed, shooting all satoru’s incoming questions down. “i don’t need your help. let’s try ‘letting things happen naturally and staying out of my business’ for a change, yeah?”

“but i have everything planned out! it’ll take me two seconds to make your profile and i have the perfect bio for you — thirty year old trick looking for a pretty woman to spend all my money on — how’s that sound?”

“terrible.” nanami deadpans, placing his laptop into his briefcase. he lifts the sleeve of his shirt, checking the time on his breitling navitimer before standing from his seat. “you have fun with that. i’m getting my pastry to go, i’ll see you back at the office.”

satoru’s jaw is on the floor. “but, nanami—“

without another word, nanami leaves a whining gojo to make his way towards the line that was, thankfully, empty. the baristas don’t notice him, backs turned while they talk to each other by the back counter and nanami doesn’t mind — it gives him more time to decide on what pastry he wants anyway.

truly, he doesn’t understand the obsession surrounding his love life. while nanami is looking, he is by no means desperate. even he knew it was a bad idea to present yourself as a sugar daddy on a dating app, unless you’re an idiot or just lacking a single ounce of dignity.

both categories that satoru fits into, nanami thinks. 

kneeling slightly for a better view at the assorted desserts behind the crystalline-glass case, nanami’s unsure of which one to choose. this cafè’s selection is extensive, they offer much more than what he’s used to; tarts, cakes and pastries that he’s never even seen before. ultimately, he opts to keep it simple with one of his favorites: a fluffy cinnamon roll with extra vanilla glaze.

“girl, i’ve been working real hard and i still don’t have enough saved to pay tuition.” you murmur, scooping a handful of coffee grounds into the filter and shaking the brew funnel to level them. “i’m stressed out.”

nanami’s eyes flicker to where the two of you stand. while he’s never considered himself to be a nosy man, he finds his focus shifting from his lunch to the conversation you’re having, ears perked in interest as he continues to weigh his other options.

your co-worker, anna, gives you a reassuring pat on the back, her face itched downward in concern. “yeah, you were telling me about that last week . . . how much more do you need?”

“around like five-hundred more.” you sigh, brushing your hands off on your apron. anna starts to speak but you stop her with a raise of your palm, already knowing what she’s thinking. “and yes, i’ve taken out loans already. my loans have loans at this point.”

anna raises her brows. “so what are you going to do?”

“i’m out of options.” you shrug, adjusting the valves on the coffee machine to their correct settings. with a heavy sigh, you lean your head on her shoulder with a pout on your glossed lips, “it’s either i start an onlyfans or god sends me a rich old man that wants to be my sugar-daddy.”

anna giggles and playfully swats your arm. even in a serious moment like this, you find a way to lighten the mood. she plays along, tapping her chin with her index finger, “hmm, that can work! maybe you can start stripping. you watched the tiktoks i sent you, right? they touch thousands on a good night.”

“oh my god, i didn’t even think of that!” you stand straight and cup your hands on your breasts through your shirt, poking your ass out a bit. “i might need a boob job and bbl if i wanna be serious about it, though . . . plus, isn’t twenty-four a little too old to start stripping?”

“girl, please. twenty-four isn’t old and you know that. you have a nice body and you’re pretty. they’ll throw stacks just based off that, trust me —”

that whole sugar-daddy thing that satoru was suggesting doesn’t sound half as bad to nanami, right now. you get the money you need and he gets to spend time with you, it’s a win-win.

“she’s right,” nanami agrees, unable to hold back the chuckle that leaves his mouth when the both of you literally jump at the sound of his voice, whipping your bodies around to see just who that deep, smooth timbre belonged to. “you’re very pretty miss . . .” his brown eyes shift down to your name-tag. “ . . . ( name ).”

you blink once, twice — lips slightly parted, heat slowly rising to your face once his sweet compliment slowly registers in your brain and how your name flowed so easily off his tongue. just looking at this man, you can tell that he has money. he’s handsome, even more so as your eyes shift from his chiseled face down to his body. nanami stands tall, he must be around six feet. sporting a white dress-shirt and navy-blue slacks that match his tie, nanami is built. the soft cotton of his shirt clings to his biceps, outlining each vein and curve. the very top of his shirt is unbuttoned, exposing a sliver of his toned chest underneath.

there is no way god answered your prayers this quickly.

in a trance, you stare at nanami like a deer in headlights, completely enamored until anna nudges your arm, snapping you back to reality. she whispers a curt ‘you better talk to that man, girl’ in your ear and that’s you realize that you didn’t even thank him yet, how rude. 

“o-oh, thank you.” you move towards the register, giving nanami a sheepish smile whilst drumming your french-tip acrylics against the granite counter. “so um . . how much of that did you hear?”

“hmm . . . most of it.”

“the onlyfans part too?”

nanami nods with a grin. “and the old rich sugar daddy part.”

you cover your face with your hand, letting out a long sigh. this is just your luck, embarrassing yourself in front of this extremely sexy stranger. “let’s just . . . pretend that didn’t happen.” you’re certain that you were definitely not getting his number after this. “what can i get you, mr . . .?”

“kento.” nanami answers, leaning a tad bit closer and you have to crane your neck slightly to look at him, that grin still on his plump lips. “but you can call me ken.”

“oh?” you catch the cheeky switch in his tone, the teasing glint in those pretty pools of brown. he’s flirting with you and why not return the same energy? you’re interested in him, too. biting back a smile of your own, you hold his gaze, staring up at him through your wispy extensions. “ok, ken, what can i get you?”

“two of those cinnamon rolls, please.” nanami answers, pointing towards the case he’d been looking at prior.

you nod and grab a set of tongs, opening the glass to place the rolls into a small plastic bag, then into a paper bag on the counter. “just that, nothing else?”

pondering on the question, nanami’s debating the risk of what he’s about to say. it’s obvious that you’re attracted to him but this was a whole different ballgame, asking you to be his sugar baby? — really, the worst that could happen is you rejecting him and as much as he doesn’t want that, he’d just have to accept it. nanami inhales a deep breath once he gathers his thoughts. here goes nothing. 

“well, there is something that i have. it’s a proposition of sorts for you.”

you look up from the register, one of your brows raised. “and what would that be?”

“allow me to take you out a few times a week, whenever you have the time . . . and i’ll pay your tuition.” nanami pauses and shakes his head, combing some of his blonde locks back with his fingers. “no, i’ll pay all your bills. as long as i get to see you, i’ll give you anything that you want.”

you tilt your head to the left and raise your brows. “you want to be my sugar daddy?”

nanami nods, chuckling at the look of sheer disbelief on your face on your face. “i’m missing the old part so i’m not exactly sure if i qualify . . . but yes, i do.”

you scoff at that. “. . . and you just want to see me, take me on dates, no sex?” did he think you were that naive? if there’s one thing you know for certain, it’s that nothing in this world is free —  everything has a price and in this case, your pussy would be the desired currency. you pout, crossing your arms over your chest. “i don’t believe that. what’s the catch?”

nanami supposes you aren’t wrong for thinking this way. it does sound far-fetched, especially from a stranger you met not even an hour ago. he wasn’t a liar or a perv, and he’d just have to make you see how serious he is. “there is no catch. i think you’re beautiful and i want to get to know you better. i understand that this may seem too good to be true but i promise you, my intentions are pure.”

nanami isn’t surprised when you don’t budge, eyes slanted as you glare him down. (and you look so adorable while doing it.) he expected this reaction from you and little did you know, he’s already one step ahead. if his words don’t move you, then he’s sure his actions will get the point across.

fishing for his wallet in his pocket, he pulls it out, handing you a five dollar bill, “this is for the cinnamon rolls and this,” he takes out a set of bills, hundred dollar bills and you watch him, mouth ajar as he counts off each one before placing it in your free hand. is he serious? “this is for your tuition and a little extra to spend. we’ll handle the ‘loans that have loans’ on our first date, alright?”

you’re speechless, eyes shifting between nanami’s face and the money in your hand as you try your best to process what’s happening before you. from joking about needing a sugar-daddy to having one in front of you. and the man wants to spend time with you, no sex required! you surely couldn’t doubt him now, not when he gave you the money without you actually agreeing. maybe this was the blessing from god you’d been waiting for.

you clear your throat, nodding dazedly. “a-alright, yeah . . . we can talk more on our first date.”

nanami smiles once more, glancing at his watch prior to picking up the paper bag off the counter. “as much as i want to stay with you, i have to get back to the office.” reaching into his pants pocket, he slides a laminated card on the counter. “my personal number is on this card. when you get a chance, call or send me a text. i’ll see you soon, sweetheart.”

with a playful wink, nanami leaves the cafe — your eyes trailing his lithe frame until he turns a street corner, completely out of sight. it’s like you were frozen in place, the money still in your hands. when you finally decide to take a look at the business card he left, your jaw quite literally drops to the floor: this man is the coo of jujutsu, one of the biggest marketing companies in the country.

                                 kento nanami

                            chief operating officer

               jujutsu marketing and e-commerce, llc.

                                 xxx-xxx-xxxx

kento.nanami@gmail.com

now, you were definitely certain that god did indeed hear and answer your prayers. in more ways than one.

tagging: @sttoru @screampied @thebimbopalace @tojancy

© shaguro, 2023 - do not plagiarise nor repost anything on any other platform.

[luxurysystems]

Lux's Wrestling Fanart Masterpost

***(Updated 8-30-24)***

This list does not count my WIPs or sketchbook posts.

#my art tag contains WIPs, sketchbook scans, and finished art! :)

For writing, check out the tag: #lux.doc

Wrestlers:

Irwin R. Schyster

- ( tie grab , smug & pathetic , shirt cut meme , burnout playlist cover , I.D. photo day, self-control [irs + varsity club!mike rotunda] , attack dog , whatta man 💸 [irs fancam] , vampirehunter!irwin , casual friday , 9-5 , dirty deeds , tithe , recapture of depreciation , ink study )

Mike Rotunda (other gimmicks)

- ( varsity club mike, my beloved , still be yours when we're on the shore [captain mike ⚓] , the devil's good boy , an interview with bob caudle , too stupid to be his partner , mistakes )

Ted Dibiase

- ( fur coat shenanigans , vampire!ted , )

Kevin Sullivan

- ( "saved" , eternal servitude playlist cover )

Adrian Adonis

- ( "settle down, girls." , )

Ships and such:

Money Inc.

- ( in any version of reality... , count them for me [slightly NSFW] , dedication , two assholes in a big ass fur coat , origins of money inc. , valentine's day cards , what's in your briefcase? [collab with @hart-on-my-sleeve ] , pray for you//prey for you [money inc. + sensational sherri] , spinning the wheel , telephone , bad hair day , corset [slightly NSFW])

AUs/CROSSOVERS: [ money inc x gta: vice city, IRS headcanons ]

Miscellaneous

- ( proud [y/n x varsity club mike rotunda] , getting along [sensational sherri x irwin r schyster] )

[little-miss-dilf-lover]

This one is really long, sorry!! Take your time responding to these! Also, I apologize for any mistakes 💺 anon

1) In a previous ask, I mentioned WD's (and Wolf's) loyalty to his wife and how Tan is the same so imagine he finds out both wd's and wolf's (+ shigeru kimura) wives died because of what they do or as a failed assassination attempt and he becomes more protective of us (if that's even possible)

2) Speaking of what he does, because of it I think our wedding is small, maybe a few close friends and omg imagine Lem pronounces us husband and wife??

3) Slow dancing with him?? One of his hand gently holding yours, the other one resting on your back, touching foreheads while slowly moving in the dimly lit room 🫠

4) This has been on my mind for quite a while, comparing hand sizes. We're the one who ask him to hold his hand out for us so we can make the comparison and you can see a faint smile as he sees the differences

5) Do you think he gifts us more rings so we match with him?

6) We talked about how he has tattoos that resembles us, how would he react if we got one that resembles him?

7) Ok now more of him after he shaved hehe !! "I won't be riding your face anymore" we tell him and he just freezes. The following days he'll leave lots of kisses down our stomach, doing anything to make us change our mind (it would honestly be so hot to hear him beg for us sm)

8) I really wish to know how the conversation after breaking the bed would go

9) In the novel this man is obsessed with books, so what do you think he likes to read?

10) Also you are so right about what kind of songs he listens to. I have a playlist of songs that remind me of him but they aren't songs that I picture him listening to. I'm starting to believe he doesn't even listen to music :)

More songs from my playlist: Give Me The Night by George Benson, I Like It by DeBarge, Norton Commander (All We Need) by Men I Trust, Tip Toe by HYBS, Outstanding by The Gap Band, Girl by Men I Trust

(Sorry for all the Men I Trust songs, they're my favorite band. Also, 'Girl' really reminds me of Tan, most of the lyrics are in french but when translated it screams reader and Tan, to me at least :)) + he owns Kill Me Pretty idc

Assassin!reader 1) More sassy reader!! Wearing sunglasses while running from yakuzas with a briefcase in our arms. Being overdramatic with our acting. Adding little comments to mock the assassin we're running away from. Happily walking away after gathering intel. 🍒, after humiliating and breaking down a gang leader: Toodle-oo! :D

2) I don't know why I thought of this because in my mind, Cherry doesn't really fight but Tan giving us brass knuckles? And he teaches us how to punch? That would be hot

3) Facetime while they're on a mission!! I feel like they have a laptop with them so it's easier to communicate with us. Maybe they are staying at a hotel when they call us, they talk about how the mission is going, we tell them what we've been up to, what we cooked. Just chill vibes and laughs. Hanging up would be the hardest part.

4) Listen, we could say the weirdest stuff and they'll still defend us. Ladybug is there like "What? That doesn't make any sense." Tan is quick to throw every insult he knows at him while Lem comes up with an argument on how we are actually correct

5) Imagine if we all shared a playlist, the chaos. You said Tan dabbles in classical music so it's funny to imagine that after a song that us or Lem put on the playlist ended, Caprice No.24 In A Minor by Niccolò Paganini starts playing

6) If we're also an assassin, who's babysitting?

+ some more lem 1) About your post of Tan's house, does Lem also live there?

2) Imagine before we started dating Tan, he gets really close and we jokingly say "Ask me to dinner first" (we're not joking we're dropping hints) and he laughs it off. Lem can feel his eye twitching

3) Ok look, he's very happy for us and Tan but that won't stop him from yelling "Cockblock!" when Tan tries to make a suggestive comment (I'm sorry it sounded funnier in my head)

4) All jokes aside, we talked about how Tan would consider breaking up with us to keep us safe and I honestly don't see Lem allowing it. Let's say we did get hurt and now Tan doesn't know what to do with himself, Lem would be the one to reassure him

5) Also, a random thought, if he takes our phone for whatever reason, he'll leave random photos, silly selfies and video vlogs

6) About his taste in music, I feel like he listens to a lot of different genres but I hc he likes R&B the most Mini playlist: Milestone by Tokyo Critters, Orange Mug by WONK, Rockstar by HYBS, Lust For A Vampyr by I Monster, Dare by Gorillaz (Feel like he picked up some songs from his time in Japan. Also I hc he likes I Monster and Gorillaz)

Also he def starts randomly singing

— Dad!Tan 1) Any name ideas for our second child? I had a classmate who's name was Nectarine (I was kind of jealous because it sounded cool) so maybe that or Clementine?

2) Thoughts on reader not being able to have kids so they adopt instead?

3) A scenerio I wanted to share: Telling Mandy we hope she finds someone like Tan and she accidently tells him!! They're in the kitchen, he's preparing a breakfast to surprise us with, when all of a sudden: "Oh um mommy told me she hopes I find someone like you one day" he turns to look at her, "Oh yeah? Why did mommy say that?" "Well she said it's because you make her happy. You respect her and make her feel safe..." she continues, trying to remember what we told her. He softly stares at her and smiles, his heart melting.

Uncle!Lem 1) He watches Thomas with them, it's a given. Also tries to figure out which train they'll be and gives them a sticker

2) He's still very much protective of them but he's more chill and let's them get away with stuff without us or Tan knowing. Like letting them stay up late, giving them just one more candy, and stuff like that

I say the word imagine way too much in these. But writing these ideas to you did help because now I've started writing more drabbles in my notes! So thank you 💗💗

hii angel!!! hopefully this all makes sense, I haven’t read or checked it 😭😭 hope you’re well 💓💓

1- the poor dude will be stressed as!!! rather than uncle ben dying in every universe, it will be an assassins wife. he would be so paranoid too!!! I do think he would essentially try to erase you and make it like you never existed. he thinks that way it might keep you safe

2- I do think the wedding would be very small and intimate regardless. OMG YES!!! I think lem might bring it up casually like “oh yeah, I can officiate your guyses wedding” and both have no idea that he’s registered to do it bc lem kept it quiet😭😭

3- get out that’s so cute🥲!!!!!!!! he’s actually such a romantic guy, I truly believe that

4- ARFFGHHQHAHHA FERAL. why you gotta say that???? now I won’t be able go think of anything else!!!! I have a hand kink

5- eheheh yes yes yes!! depends if you’re into gold or silver. he will either get a matching gold band for you, or the same in silver. even if not married, he likes the idea of having the same ring. or if you are married, then you have matching ring AND wedding ring🫠

6- he’d actually melt. he’d give a composed “that’s nice that” but would be a pile of melted jelly inside

7- 😭😭😭😭😭 he’d be regretting it even more. UGHHGGGGHHHH😩 I imagine him asking daily if it’s grown back enough. “it enough now?” and he’d have like 5 more hairs than day before. in love with the idea of him being uncharacteristically desperate for us

8- im thinking quite a bit of laughs and “can’t believe you broke the bed” maybe he’d shrug and collect his things to head off to the spare room. maybe we’re like “where you going?” and he’s all casual, getting into the bed in ONE OF THE MANY spare rooms. and maybe we’re like “can we sleep on the sofa tonight?” maybe he gets a bad back on there so he’s hesitant, but he can’t say no to us. as much as I don’t particularly like the trait, I do think he’s quite casual about broken possessions (he has money now so he’s more carefree about things, but hasn’t always been) and so he’s like “we can just get another one” bc now he doesn’t have to worry about money

that took a detour😭 sorry for waffle

9- me too!! I really don think he listens to music, there’s just songs that have his vibe and remind me of him. listened to the songs and love them!!! and he so does own that song (lwk turns me on bc I imagine the scene)😭😭😭

assassin reader

1- AAAHH sassy and I love it

2- would be so so hot???! and he teaches you things you may not know. how to hold a knife, how to punch most effectively, how to (idk what else, but you get the gist)

3- yesss!! and if it different time zones, will be facetiming them while we’re in the kitchen cooking. or if they have a spare few hours we’ll watch a movie together, have laptops facing us while we watch a movie on tv. we sync it so we can watch it down to the second and it’s like the twins are with you. hanging up will be so hard???!

4- yes!!! they actually get so defensive

5- im not too entirely sure if I think that still tbh😭 maybe on occasion, but he gives off old English money vibes so that kinda backs up that hc. omg that would be so funny, maybe lem is like “who the fuck put this on here?” maybe it’s a secret that tan likes that kind of music so we say it’s ours and then the more lem listens the more he likes it

6- they babysit themselves. jkjk. maybe tan doesn’t trust anyone else in his house, so someone on your side of the family???? and they’d be paid very decently

lem

1- oooo okay so. im thinking no, but lem has a room at the house (and it’s decorated and IS his room, not just a spare one he sleeps in) so lem is welcome to sleep over at anytime. in the house I used, I think it’s fairly common for another house to be on the property or to be right on the cusp of it. I think they live right next door, so that way they can be near each other, but still get their own space. I do hc lem as more of a city person and tan as a countryside/ rural person. so maybe lem has another flat in the city

2- 😭😭😭😭 lem gets heart palpitations, and can feel his brain throb bc it’s just getting too frustrating

3- def tries to wind him up about it

4- lem would NEVER allow it!!! “what you thinking mate?” “don’t let her go” “don’t do that” “there’s gotta be another way” “don’t. she’ll never forgive you” “she needs you, you need her” “we’ll figure it out, we always do” “don’t lose her” “I can’t live without her, and you definitely can’t”

5- AAAAAAHHHH😭 just pictures of lampposts, his shoes (bc he thinks they look cool) a blurry picture of a squirrel eating a nut, a kids dropped ice cream (with ‘LOL’ written on the image) and then a picture of him buying the kid a new one, a video of him getting nagged at by tan and he’s mocking him in the video (he’s such a child, I love it) a vlog of what it’s like going shop with tan for you

6- holy shit he is so gorillaz coded!!!!!!!! and you’re so right, he def sings and hums without even realising it

as I finished up writing this a song came on and it kinda give lemon vibes??? banquet - bloc party

dad tan

my beloved🫠

1- that is such a cool name!!? you know what, I really haven’t given it much thought so im not too sure sadly

2- adoption is definitely in the picture !! it won’t go unthought of

3- omgomgomgomg!!!? he wants to be the standard for his daughter so that she knows how she should be treated by men in the future, but he often thinks he messes up parenting, but moments like that definitely make him feel like he’s doing a better job. actually dying, what you said is so cute

uncle lem

1- omg😭😭😭

2- oh for sure !!! fun uncle lem

aaaahh yay im so glad!! thank you for sending me these, I loved it!! I wrote your request a few days ago, and it’s in my drafts. I’ll get it up tonight. BUUT I wrote this at the bottom of your request, but too excited so I’ll tell you now, when I was looking for images on pinterest I found a little girl that is the spitting image of tan as a little girl. brown curls, big blue eyes, so fucking cute so I now hc her as mandy 😭

I’ll add it here bc that’ll just be annoying if not😭 blurred her face out as don’t want to repost a picture of a toddler online, so you’ll just have to trust me

[medusapelagia]

24 AU-gust: Crime

Rating: Mature Relationship: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson. WT: mention of violence, dark Eddie Munson, injury and blood, reference to drugs WC: 1645

Eddie throws the smoking gun into the river and then lights a cigarette while lying against the car.

“Everything done?”

“Tsk, are you really asking me if I have done my fucking job, Hagan?”

The boy shrugs “I only wanted a proof.”

“You‘ll have your proof by tomorrow morning in the news. Now give me my money.”

Hagan gets the briefcase and gets closer to Eddie.

“Push it toward me.” He demands while he keeps smoking as he isn’t eagerly waiting for the cash.

Hagan pushes the briefcase toward him and he stops it with his foot.

“I hope everything is inside.”

“Five grands and the little extra you asked for.”

“You know what will happen if you try to Fuck with me, right Hagan?”

The boy nods and gets in the car while Eddie keeps smoking his cigarette.

Thomas Hagan is just the son of a rich man who doesn’t like competition, that’s why they hired Eddie.

Five grands to kill a harmless boy is almost too much, but Eddie has standards.

It was almost too easy. Getting close to the boy at a night clubhouse, made him follow him in an alley waiting for a blow job or maybe something more, and then put a bullet into his young heart.

He thought about aiming at his head, but he was such a sweet boy, he didn’t deserve to appear on the local news with a hole in his forehead.

He puts out the cigarette and opens the briefcase.

Five grands and his extra.

Cocaine.

He never takes drugs when he is on a job, but now that it’s over he deserves some fun.

Being a contract killer wasn’t exactly his dream job, but he is good at it and he kills with no remorse. That’s just his job.

He sniffs a line and goes to a club where he knows he will get laid.

He can still feel the strawberry taste of the boy’s lips on his own and he wants to wash it away.

*** 

His phone is buzzing when he wakes up.

Hagan.

“The fuck do you want, Hagan?”

“You told me it was done!” He yells.

“And it is.”

“Look at the fucking news, moron!”

He grunts, he doesn’t like how Hagan is addressing him but he turns on the TV.

“… miraculously escape death. Last night Steve Harrington was assaulted in an alley near the famous nightclub Upside Down. Some witnesses saw him leaving the club with a dark-haired boy. The only son of the owner of the Harrington’s industry is now being watched by the Hawkins Police Department.”

How the hell is that possible? He shot him in the fucking heart! He is a professional!

“Are you going to finish the job or do I have to take my money back?”

Eddie snorts “Do you really think that you have the balls to get to my house and try to get your money back?”

There is a long silence.

“That‘s what I thought. I’m going to finish the stupid job, don’t pressure me.”

He closes the call without even waiting for an answer.

He gets dressed slowly while he replays the night before in his mind. 

He knew that the target used to go to the famous nightclub, so he clocked him. They had a drink together. He proposed to go somewhere more private. They kissed in the alley and then he shot him in the heart, leaving him in the alley.

What the Fuck could have gone wrong?

He waits for the latest visiting hours and then presents himself with a huge bouquet to cover his face asking for an imaginary parent. Then he pointed at the police “Why is there the police at the hospital?” He asks, giving his best smile to the girl at the reception. Flirting was always so easy for him.

“We got a famous patient last night. She murmurs conspiratory.

He gets closer to her “who?”

“I’m not allowed to say it, but he is really rich and really lucky!”

Eddie snorts “If he is in a hospital he is not so lucky. Am I wrong?”

She gets even closer, they could almost kiss if he wanted to.

“Someone shot him in the heart and he is still alive.”

Eddie takes a good look at the girl, reading her tag name and noticing that she is reading a romance novel.

“That’s incredible, Barb, can I call you Barb? I bet the doctors of the hospital did a miracle!”

She shakes her head.

“He is a miracle. Situs inversus. It is a congenital condition in which the major visceral organs are reversed from their normal positions! It’s the first time we've seen something like that here at Hawkins Hospital! It’s very rare!”

That explains it all. He hasn’t missed, but the heart was not where it was supposed to be.

Fuck. Ok. He just has to get to the boy’s room and finish the job.

How hard can it be getting to a room that is guarded by the Hawkin’s police department? That’s not the FBI, right?

***

Easy. Always too fucking easy. He just had to let some sleeping powder slip into the guard’s coffee and now he is inside Steve Harrington’s room.

The boy's heartbeat and breathing seem stable. He has to disconnect the machine before killing him if he doesn’t want everyone to know what he is up to.

He has a car ready in the parking lot, he will burn it as soon as he gets far enough.

He stares at the boy, thinking that he should have asked for more money.

He is sleeping, his face relaxed and his mouth gently open like a silent invitation.

But he has work to do, and even if the boy is one of the more handsome boys he has ever seen he is a fucking professional.

He turns off the machine, one by one, then he takes the plastic bag from his pocket.

It’s not a clean death like the ones he prefers but he already messed up once and he doesn’t want to repeat the experience.

He gets closer, the bag in his hands, ready to put it on the boy’s face, when the boy looks at him with his doe eyes.

“I knew you would have come back.”

Shit.

He should finish him right now. The boy is too weak to fight and he doesn’t work out in the gym every fucking day for nothing.

“That’s the thing. I got paid to kill you and you refused to die. So I have to try again. Sorry.”

“Oh. I just thought I was irresistible.”

Fuck. He said that before breaking his heart. And not figuratively.

“You are. And you are even more interesting than I thought. Situs inversus, uh?”

Steve nods “Yeah. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you, it seemed a little bit too much for a first date. But my dick is exactly where it should be.”

Jesus H Christ! Is he flirting with him? Does he understand that he tried to kill him before and he is going to try it again?”

“How much?”

“Uh?”

“How much did Tommy pay you?”

Oh. Now they are talking about business.

“Five grands. And some cocaine.”

“Mmh… could have asked for more.”

“I didn’t know you were trouble when I was hired.” he replies with a smirk.

“Oh, I am trouble. You should have asked my father. I think he would have given you more for getting me out of his life without ruining the image of the perfect family he tried so hard to build.”

Eddie shrugs “Maybe next time.”

“So there is going to be a next time.”

Eddie puts away the plastic bag “Would you like that?”

“Would you take me away with you?”

“I’m a hired assassin, you know that?”

“I’m not the sharpest tool in the box but I figured that out.”

“And you would like to run away with me?”

“You are the most exciting thing that happened to me in years. And I even have a plan to get you retired and live with me on a desert island if you’d like that. Or you can always kill me and make Tommy happy.”

“It’s about business competition, right?” Eddie is starting to feel that there is something that he is missing and he doesn’t like that.

“Oh. Yeah. That. And the fact that I told him that I would have never fucked him even if he was the last man on earth so…”

“Jealousy? He hired me to kill you out of jealousy?”

Steve shrugs “How is that different from hiring to kill me for money?”

“I don’t do shit like that. I don’t kill for revenge. It’s my personal Muson’s Doctrine.”

Steve smiles at him “So, do we have a deal?”

“What’s on your mind?”

“Let me rest here for a couple of weeks so that my father can do some interviews, telling the world how much he cares about me. Then you can kidnap me and demand a ransom, and I can assure you that you could ask for more than five grands. He will not surrender, he might need a little bit of persuasion. I was thinking about a piece of an ear, maybe a finger, and once you get the money we leave this stupid country.”

“How do you know I will not kill you in any case after I get the money?”

Steve has a mischievous light in his eyes when he replies “Because you are completely unhinged and you know that I am too.” he smirks “And I’m not bad looking either.”

“God, you are crazy. And I fucking love it!”

“See you in two weeks?”

“See you in two weeks, baby.”

Eddie turns back on the machines and sees Steve’s heartbeat racing before leaving the room from the window.

[walder-138]

Hey, Pooks. 👁️👄👁️ sending in questions for the ask game for all of your OCs:

15) Has your OC ever fallen in love before who their intended love interest is, or is the intended love interest their first love?

21) Any embarrassing secrets your OC demands you take to the grave but you will share anyway?

24) What kind of sleeper is your OC? Light or heavy? What side do they sleep on? Do they like to sleep over or under the covers?

Hello again pookie bear 👀 Thanks for the ask I’ll get right to it!

15) Oz (before Melissa) never really experienced true love. Not like he ever sought after it; he swears he’s unlovable 🙃 The closest he got to a loving relationship was with Gloria, Jenny’s mom, but nothing came out of it. Oz was convinced he couldn’t feel real, true, lasting love until he met Melissa.

Annika… doesn’t do that. She tells herself it’s disgusting, since her feelings are “abnormal” and she couldn’t see herself with a man. But you know, Park was the first woman she accepted that she had a crush on. Annika fell head over heels for her, so I guess Park was her first love. However, Annika’s herself, and there ain’t no way her feelings would be reciprocated. So no, Annika’s gonna be alone forever 💀

Abbey’s first love was Lorelai, but doing anything with her was out of the question when Abbey found her again. Lorelai was beyond fucked up by the experiments to the point where she was practically a vegetable, so that relationship was out of the question. Originally, I was thinking about her and Oz being together, but the way I developed the two was completely out of wack with each other. They interact, but it’s only transactional; they’re barely friends.

21) I’ve got two for Oz 💀

After bro went through his selection and was finally about to leave for Rangers school, he had to shave off all of his hair. The hair he’s been growing out for 4 years; it was a an inch below his shoulders. Yeah, dude wasn’t happy about it.

His mom was shaving him while dudebro was in TEARS. He was crying as he watched 4 years of progress go down the drain, the symbol of his teenage rebellion, spread out all over the floor under him. I’m not kidding when I say Oz was bawling his eyes out.

When his mom handed him the mirror, he only started crying LOUDER. The most attractive thing about him, gone. Then, his very young brother was like, “Mama, why is Ozzie bald?” which just added salt to the wound.

The other one was a month before The Incident happened. Him and his subordinates got cans of baked beans for chow, and Oz was the only person excited, as they were one of his favorite foods. Keyword: Were.

So he takes out his knife, and starts getting the top off. He pops the chain, opens it, and there was about 15 roaches crawling around in it. Oz SCREAMED, threw the can into an open field, then threw a grenade at it.

Any time one of his men would bring it up, he’d put them on lavatory duty.

For Annika, it was during her time as Bell/Diana. That one part with Krauss (think that was his name?) and her and Adler were on top of the building looking for the mf who was working with Volkov.

She made herself look like a jackass in front of Adler. Girl could NOT find him for about 10 minutes despite him being right in front of the building. (I was genuinely tweaking during this part it was so annoying 💀)

“Motherfucker. You said he was at the checkpoint, but these guys all look the same.”

“Briefcase? Like 40 of these guys have brief cases, asshole.”

“I AM LOCKED FIRMLY ON THE CHECKPOINT. I HAVE SEEN ABOUT 10 MEN. NONE OF THEM HAVE BRIEFCASES.”

“How can you see him? It’s pitch black outside and you’re wearing sunglasses. Are you fucking high?”

“Okay, jackass. If you see him, then why don’t YOU take the picture???”

“Bell, in front of the checkpoint.”

“I JUST SAID- oh. Whoops.”

Yeah that was so embarrassing for Annika 💀. Krauss was deadass right in front of her 💀 Not my proudest moment.

For Abbey, it was right after Agent Guinevere Foster (currently Director Foster of the Organized Crime Unit) officially and legally adopted her. Abbey was still trying to get the gist of social interactions and didn’t quite understand when it was inappropriate to interrupt somebody.

Agent Foster was in a very important meeting, and she had to leave a 16 year-old, fresh out of what seemed to be a cult, socially inept Abbey at her desk as the meeting was confidential. Abbey was extremely attached to the woman, and didn’t exactly understand personal boundaries with the people she loved yet.

So, Abbey barged into the room with confidential documents scattered across a desk with a pained expression on her face. She called out for Guinevere, almost in tears, in a room full of high-ranking FBI agents because she thought she broke something. The agents in the room were looking at Abbey like 🤨 cause who freaks out over that. I tell you, Abbey was clinging onto Guinevere whilst BEGGING for forgiveness infront of maybe 40 people 💀

Guinevere was almost fired for that shit, and made sure Abbey knew that.

24) Funny, Oz doesn’t sleep. He’s scared of the dark, and when he does manage to fall asleep, he has nightmares of both Vietnam and the damned Russians. He typically sleeps on whatever side has more room on the floor (if that makes sense? Like not pressed against a wall or smtg?) because the nightmares he has sometimes cause him to wake up feeling like he needs to vomit. Oz slept with a sheet on the bed and a jacket on top of him and called it a day. No pillow, and he usually curls up into fetal position. He also snores 💀

That was, until him and Melissa started sharing a bed 👀 (one of them are gonna be leaving that room pregnant and it ain’t gonna be Melissa)

Annika can fall asleep anywhere. I mean, as a kid she’d sleep in a trunk to the sounds of gunshots at least once a week and she was fine. Fine as in able to sleep, not as in being mentally sound.

Her preference though? A cold, dark, cramped space with a shit ton of blankets on top of her. Girlie either sleeps like a rock or tosses and turns all night. No in-between. Wondering where all the blankets are? On the blanket vortex, and she’s curled up under a table. Go ahead, try to take one. She won’t bite you.

Abbey needs to have her bed set up a certain way to be able to sleep soundly. She has a busted up stuffed platypus that Guinevere picked up at a flea market to help Abbey calm herself. Abbey still sleeps with it almost every night. She can’t sleep without it.

As for her bed, she lays on a soft blanket, 3 pillows, and a thin blanket covering her while she sleeps on her stomach. Her bed is not far from her desk, as she tends to do some (a lot of) paperwork before going to bed. She keeps a coffee maker with a mug she hasn’t washed in god knows how long on it.

[ask-the-teacher-squad]

New ask blog

Web series Teachers:

Sketch/Sketchbook/Paige: Demi-Girl, She/They, Bisexual, 26

Tony: Cis Male, He/Him, Bisexual, 33

Shrignold: Demi-Boy, He/They, Pansexual, 27

Colin: Intersex Boyflux, He/Him, Gay, 33

Lia (Laptop): Demi-Girl She/They, Polysexual Polyamory, 28

Gilbert (Globe): Boyflux, He/They, Bisexual Polyamory, 28

Stanley (Steak guy):Cis Male, He/Him, Bisexual, 42

Fredrick (Fridge): Trans-male, He/Him, Gay, 42 Harper (human body): Trans-fem Girlflux, She/They, Lesbian Asexual, 19

Carter (Monster can #1): Non-Binary, They/Them, Aroace, 16

Cannon (Monster can #2): Bigender, She/He, Unlabeled, 16

Stacy (Spinach can): Cis Female (?) She/Her, Questioning, 11

Ben (Bread boy): Cis Male, He/Him, 6

Larry (Lamp): Trans-male, He/They, Gay, 28

Tv series Teachers:

Braydon (Briefcase): Cis Male, He/Him, bisexual, 30

(Unemployed) Brendon: Cis Male, He/Him, Bi-curious Asexual, 26

Andy: Cis Male, He/Him, Pansexual, 25

Duncan: Agender, They/He, Gay, 25

Claire: Cis Female, She/Her, Ally, 9

Eleanor(Elevator):She/They, Lesbian, 28

Finn(Coffin):He/Him, Pansexual, 33

Warren: Trans-male, He/They/Xe, Bisexual, 24

Lily: Cis Female, She/Her, ???, 9

Todney: Cis Male, He/Him, Straight, 9

Mr. Thomas (Train man): Cis Male, He/Him, ???, 80

Electracey: Non-Binary, They/She, Lesbian, 25

The main trio + Special one:

Harry: Trans-male, He/Him, Gay Demi-sexual, 28

Robin: Trans-male, He/Him, Pansexual, 28

Doi/David: Cis Male, He/Him, Ally, 9

Kelly(Special one): Cis Female, She/Her, ???, 9

Oc's:

Christian/Chris/Christy: Genderfluid, Any pronouns, Pansexual, 24

Cloudy: Trans-female, She/Her, Pansexual, 24 Stitch Kid: Non-Binary, They/Them, Aroace, 14 Ember: Genderqueer, They/Them, Bisexual, 16 Ruby: Cis Male, She/Her, Queer, 16 Nathaniel: Trans-male, He/Him, Gay, 15 Nyx (Lampnold fanchild): Cis Male, He/Him, 1

Others:

Solar/Soldryxe/Sol/Demi: Any pronouns, Pansexual Aromantic (Cupioromantic), ??

Roy: Cis Male, He/Him, Ally, 39

Lesley: Cis Female, She/Her, Ally, 49

Mean Steve/Steven/Keith: Cis Male, He/Him, Pansexual Polyamory, 23

Lucy (Little gold key): Cis Female, She/Her, Questioning, 11

Fizz(The soda bottle from the pilot episode):Trans-masc Genderqueer, He/They/Xe, Gay, 22

Richard (Blue guy): Cis Male, He/Him, Gay, 27

Robert (Red bird): Trans-male, He/They, Omnisexual, 27

Lucas (Green guy): Cis Male, He/Him, Aroace, 9

+ Some More Characters

- Ships: Fluffy bird (Robin x Harry) Digital time (Colin x Tony) Lampnold (Shrignold x Larry) Laptop x Gilbert x Mean Steve x Fizz (idk why I ship it) Meat Locker (Fredrick x Stanley) Cannon x Ember Mackenzie x Harper Mind Storming (oc x oc aka Christian X Cloudy)

- This blog may contain angst, violence, murder (no major deaths tho), curse words, mentions of alcohol and (maybe some)drugs, mentions of addiction, mentions of abuse (I'll put any posts trigger warnings if they contain any of these)

- This AU happens a long time after Roy and Lesley stopped the whole teaching thing

- In this AU, the web series teachers live in a separate house from he TV show teachers apart from Electracey who decided to move in with the web series teachers. - The trio and Kelly also live with the web series teachers - Tony and Colin adopted two cats, a Persian named Bella and a sphinx named Pepper. Also, I turned the orange from dhmis 1 into Sketchbook's pet American bobtail cat named Oliver.

That's all!

[goofyahhteachers]

IMPORTANT

Before you follow this blog have a reminder that this is just all of my headcanons of the teachers and students!

small reminder that my version of yellow is a CHILD. DO NOT ask anything weird about her! I will also put their age (the students will have their actual age while the teachers are basically ageless)

Mod posts will be under the tag of “mod colin/devil” (main mod), and “mod larriebarie”. Asks post will be about “goofy ahh responses”

BYF:

-This account will not be schedule for updates

-This ask blog will have lore in it I’ll just try my best to do it lol

- may have ships you don’t like oops... I might not put it in here cuz I’ll make it a surprise if I ever get the ask

- the drawings may either be full drawings, if I’m not feeling motivated enough to draw it will just be a sketch, if I’m in school and I want to answer the question I’ll draw it in my sketchbook

- M!A is allowed just don’t add weird stuff :/

- I would rarely draw the teachers in their object forms sorry </3 if I get an M!A about it then ofc I’ll draw them in their objects form - This might have gore in it and abuse, but I will tag them! - THIS IS JUST MY AU. If none of the hc’s fits with yours, and you get mad then oops

DNI:

- BASIC DNI CATERIA

- NSFW

- MCYT/DSMP fans

- Vizipop fans/ watches habzin hotel or helluva boss

- proshippers

- age up minors

- proshippers

- zoophiles

- toothpaste flag users

- under 13

- pronouns = gender

ABOUT THE CHARACTERS

Yellow - 10, Transfem, aroace, She/her

Red - 38, Transmasc, Gay, He/him they/them [NOT AVALIABLE FOR ASKS YET]

Duck - 32, Cis, Pansexual, He/him, [NOT AVALIABLE FOR ASKS YET]

Sketch - 20-22, Agender, Polyam Pansexual, Any pronouns

Tony - 23-25, Demi-boy, Polyam Pansexual, He/him

Shrignold - 22-24, Transmasc Nonbinary, Polyam Gay, They/them

Colin - 26-28, Transmasc (although dresses feminine) Agender, Bisexual, He/him they/them it/its + neo pronouns (can ask if interested)

Lia (laptop) - 20-22, Demi-girl, Lesbian, She/her they/them

Gilbert - 20-22, Cis, Gay, He/him they/them

Stephan (steak guy) - 33-35, Cis, Pansexual, He/him

Fredrick (fridge) - 38-40-, Transmasc, Gay, They/them

Vegaline (spinach) - 8-10, Transfem, Lesbian, She/her they/them it/its

Benson (bread) - 18-20, Nonbinary, Aroace, They/them

Lazarus (lamp) - 24-26, Nonbinary, Polyam pansexual, Xe/xem

Keith/Mean Steve (key guy) - 28-30, Cis, Omnisexual, He/him

?? - 22-24, Cis, Lesbian, She/her [NOT AVAILABLE FOR ASKS YET]

?? - 67, cis, gay, he/him [NOT AVAILABLE FOR ASKS YET]

Stan (briefcase) - 24-26, Cis, Aroace, He/Him

Unemployed Brendon - 30-32, Transmasc, Bisexual, He/Him

Telly (carehound dog speaker) - 34-36, Agender, Bisexual, it/its

Morgue (Coffin) - 27-29, Nonbinary, Polyam Bisexual, He/Him She/Her

Lilith (Tissue box) - 32-34, Nonbinary, Lesbian, She/her

Todney - 10, transmasc, questioning, he/him

Lily - 10, cis, lesbian, she/her

Warren - 25-27, Transmasc, Bisexual, He/him it/its

Tank (train) - 78-80, Cis, Straightie…, He/him

Electracey - 25-27, Agender, She/her it/its

[brighth0pe]

8:24 A.M.

Right in the laboratory Scientist and the one woman responsible for the cyber horrors as well as the cyber horror project Rikako have finished the final part adding in for the girl is creating a new and powerful virus that can and will change the tides in this war but the virus is not made to be used for makai to go against gensokyo's allied nations but it is for an unlikely ally who she never expected to ask for help in this predicaments. Once the virus is done, she place the strain into the vial along with the rest of them in a case where she will deliver them to where her new ally or in this case an associate awaits.

" Perfected at long last, this will be my next study and that is collecting data how strong the virus is.... "

Walking out of her laboratory where both of her security guards stand by walking down into the halls where this ally is waiting only to appear into the dark room and whats now sitting there in the dark is none other than the jiangshi Yoshika Miyako.

" Hmm.... "

Placing the case on the table only to open and reveal the vials containing the virus all perfected just for her. To continue on the quest of reclaiming china then the entire world.

" Your chariot awaits... "

Taking one of the vials Yoshika examines it up close then she turns back her focus on the scientist responsible for the creation of the virus.

" What about the other specimens? My children....? "

" Once the virus is unleashed in all of china I will release the specimens via helicopter drop that will take point in china, japan, north america and Germany. Rest assured the plan will work. "

" And the fog...? "

" Hm. Along with the specimens upon first infection. All you have to do is watch and let the magic run it's course. "

" Now take them, and be prepare for I too will prepare for this nightmarish event... Oh and you don't owe me anything. All you owe me is more data and studying of the specimens we created.... "

Having everything the undead woman have wanted she grabbed the briefcase standing up and walked around buy before she leaves she turned and said this.

" Do not fail me.... "

She replied back.

" And YOU don't fail me by ruining my research. Now go and start your little playground of horrors while I prepare my little playground to initiate the outbreak... "

Yoshika exit out of the leaving the facility for good while the scientist stand up from her chair, reaching into her pocket and call into the phone to call in her associates that the transaction is completed and all there is for her now is initiating the protocol.

" The transaction is complete once she has taken over all of china, it must be done. In 24 hours we must Initiate Protocol death march.... "

[lavelled]

homage to the mates.

Quick news: The Princess Kate cancer video, twirly amongst nature, is false, fake, and a lie. Musk wrote the impregnation tweet to deflect from September 11 because it was Harry. We don’t know why Muzzled Meg is with microphones galore—both consensually horrible?

Harry’s eponymous Catturd Twitter account represents family pedophilia. Google the identity, king-wise. Harry posts unwitty far-right extremism like curricula for monsters. Harry Windsor—cause of school shootings, school fires, stabbings, and suicides—is a fanboy right-winger with zero political views writing slop on the Internet to lighten the mood from kidnapping that upsets your teenagers. Kids know how he’s a swaddled coward in the UK, getting paid to theorize about my rape.

He has fun outside of wedlock. Dril or wint or cunty, the online account with a Jack Nicholson picture from the film, Something’s Gotta Give. This is Harry. In 2014, he wrote: i am selling six beautfiul, extremely ill, white horses. they no longer recognize me as their father, and are the Burden of my life.

google iitz.

In non-eloquent terms, a literary pedometer about his papa enslaving little girls and threatening the actor who was their actual pen pal. In case South Sudan needs a civil rights guest speaker.

A Netflix deal for a hired ventriloquist who, for six years, has deliberately helped a California-enemy sex trafficking violator. To dire results. Could nothing be worse?

As a briefcase model, in brassy copper orange, she opened suitcase Number 11 to reveal 5 dollars inside which the video titled, Meghan Markle Has the Case Deal or No Deal Game Show Network on YouTube details, years before she accompanied her playbook bunkmate to the ESPYs as he accepted an award honoring a fallen 9/11 hero.

She was cast in a wedding day prank, procreated with the contract holder, and deceived youths with the intentional spread of inaccurate information about race, gender inequality, and cyber bullying that she’s never been subjected to. H & Birthmark: You’re a psycho and she’s nowhere near a Cleopatra Malala Yousafzai.

Meanwhile, my female rights are gone and her captor husband says he wants to live in my attic. A reference I’ve learned is not about a cathedral roof hideaway, but the anatomy of a persecuted 15-year-old girl.

Grieving parents deserve more than implementing Flip and Frogmore Cottage as Mad Hatter tea techniques to denote that she’s the wrong milady.

Kids feel bad for someone. Guess who?

In Harry code, Rachel means: Rape-U-1st.

Divorce.

Timothy McVeigh and Terry Nichols, at 9:02 am, in a Ryder rental truck, bombed the Alfred P. Murrah Federal Building in Oklahoma City on April 19, 1995, killing 168 people because of Royal Pedophilia, Incorporated.

Tyler Hilinski—Quarterback at Washington State University was found with a gunshot wound to the head and a suicide note. 21-years-old. Four months before their wedding.

Jason Hairston—NFL player; founder and CEO of Kuiu, a hunting gear company. He was Department of the Interior liaison for hunting groups during the Trump administration. He killed himself at his home in Dixon, California. Four months after their wedding.

Jonathan Cantwell—Australian professional road bicycle racer; won a stage of the Herald Sun Tour and two stages of the Tour de Taiwan. He killed himself six months after their wedding.

Morgan Rodgers—lacrosse player at Duke University. Her mom, Dona, said she suffered a dream-shattering knee injury and on July 11, 2019, Morgan died by suicide. At 22.

Pavle Jovanovic—Olympian on the USA Bobsled team. He became a welder and hung himself in his metal shop on May 3, 2020.

Dieter Brummer—Australian actor on the soap operas, Home and Away and Neighbours. He killed himself in Glenhaven, New South Wales. July 24, 2021.

Terrence Butler—basketball star at Drexel University, studying Engineering. The 6-foot-7 forward from Prince George’s County, Maryland died by suicide on August 2, 2023.

Alec Musser—model and actor; played the role of Del Henry on All My Children. He died by self-inflicted gunshot wound in his Del Mar, California home on January 12, 2024.

K

[jojournaling]

I need somewhere to talk. Never considered journaling. Who reads it, but me? And I already know my story, right? But this is not a notebook, to set on a shelf somewhere at home. This is different journaling. Someone, somewhere is reading...

Ever been scammed? I have. Let me just say, IT HURTS. And it's still happening. I am letting happen. Why? Because I WANT IT SO BAD. This man writing to me...I am SO IN LOVE WITH HIM. But he won't send me a selfie. Won't Facetime me. Red flags, right?

I am CONSUMED by my love for this beautiful man. So much so, that I can't see straight.

I saw him one day, on Instagram. The day I installed the app, actually. I entered a topic I was interested in, flowers (which is my first love!), and there he appeared, in a video on my screen.

I could not take my eyes off that screen. There he was, creating the most beautiful bouquet of flowers I had ever seen in my life. But there was something more. I could see something inside him, something that ran through him, to his fingertips. Something god-given, a form of magic. Allowing him to create in such a way, that he made flowers do, what the flowers themselves didn't even know they could do.

I looked so forward to seeing him! I looked forward to seeing what he would do with flowers! So it became my morning ritual. Before anything else, open up Instagram, and wait to see his name appear! Wait to see what he would post for the day. Watching him, I found out he had a regular weekly thing he did, so I looked so forward to that! Always so excited about what he might show us next! What new flower he would be adding to his creation, that I had never seen before!

I started commenting immediately on his work. And it wasn't just a bunch of colorful flowers, or heart emojis. I wrote long paragraphs. Wrote to express how he talked to my heart, through his amazing work!

The scammers were doing their homework.

I had, of course, heard of scammers. Watched episodes of MTV's Catfishing. But that happened to other people.

I received a message on Instagram. From HIM! That was early May, 2022. He said he wanted to reach out to me, to thank me for being such a loyal fan! I couldn't breathe! After talking a bit on Instagram, we moved over to a chat room. I had so much fun! We got very close, talking 24/7. He gave me his "personal email address", so I could contact him wherever he was in the world! Long story short, the man had me set up an appt for a passport, and pick out a wedding gown. He was going to fly to America, to pick me up at the end of June, so we could go live our lives together in--well, somewhere.

One problem. He started telling me about a briefcase he had, being held by a security company That place was closing its doors. He trusted ME only, to hold on to this briefcase for him, till he picked me up at the end of June. He was having that briefcase shipped to me. Only thing was, I had to pay all the fees upon arrival to the States: $4,200.00. Which, he would reimburse me for, once we were together.

My whole family had believed it was HIM. They had been so happy for me, because they knew how much I loved him. But this, BIG red flag.

I called him out on it. We fought. He said I was accusing him of being a liar. He had at one point, made one of my girls cry. She saw a picture of him with a woman, on one of his Instagram accounts, and I asked him about it. He got very angry, saying she was just a family friend. He was so angry with me, that my daughter was crying and apologized to him, for causing a fight between us. He made MY daughter cry, and HE was the liar.

That took a lot of tears to get over. We were all in shock, since we had all believed him.

Fast forward, to me receiving a message on Instagram. Only this was different. This had his profile picture, his name...it looked just like his official account. There were seven follower's names attached with it. All names I recognized as being his biggest followers. The message said that he and his mgmt, were sending this thank you to his most loyal fans, to thank them for their continued suport.....etc etc. I believed him. It all looked official. (I'm thinking to myself, maybe I had to go through what I did with that scammer, to get me to the REAL man that I love?!)

I wrote him back. Told him I was shocked to hear from HIM!, but skeptical. Told him I had been scammed in his name. He wrote back, saying he knew I had reported it. He wondered how could anyone be so evil, and hoped they'd pay for what they did to me. And he didn't know how to apologize for what they did to me. Except to try to help me forget it.

After talking with him for a bit, he said that he enjoyed talking to me, and could tell that I would like to get to know him, and his art better! So he suggested we move to Telegram, to talk privately. When that didn't work out, we got a chat room.

He sent that first message, on July 15th at 12:05pm. I will never forget that date and time. And we are still in a chat room together.

I have to stop here, for now. I recently had shoulder surgery, and all this typing is causing physical pain now. I need to rest.

I will be back. There's so much more to say.

10/12 7:15pm

I come back here, in tears. For a love I so desperately want, that escapes me.

The person I have been talking to, got extremely upset every time I suggested he wasn't the real guy. I talked to him 24/7. In the beginning, it was so much fun! HE was so much fun! I would ask him things about himself, that the first scammer wouldn't answer. And he always had convincing answers. Making me believe all the more, that it was HIM. But after a time, he would get distant. He would continually read what I would write in the chat room. I could see his little profile ball drop, so I knew he was reading what I was writing. He would tell me, to "keep in mind that he was always with me." He IS a very busy man. I know this. He would tell me, that he was "being very busy and couldn't have conversations with me." But what hurt, was he would jump and run when his precious team members needed him. But he wouldn't hang around, when I needed him.

I was going to have shoulder surgery, early September. He was very caring about that. I was worried, because of his "schedules", that I wouldn't hear from him the morning of surgery. But just before I left the house for the hospital, he wrote to me. I was SOOOO happy! My daughter emailed him immediately after my surgery, and he was so thankful!

But it got worse. He STOPPED talking to me, when I needed him the most, for the 12 days I was in the hospital. Every day I tried to talk to him, in the chat room. He would never reply. I cried constantly in the hospital. Nurses worried all the crying was hindering my recovery. They called in a special counselor for me, because I couldn't stop crying.

After I came home from the hospital, something just broke inside me. I COULD NOT STOP CRYING. I guess I was grieving the fact that this man, who I desperately loved, and needed, just basically abandoned me. I did not reognize this grieving inside me, for someone I had never met.

Then, after I was home for about four days, he was there for a second. But only to sound very panicked, asking me for an ITunes card? Then comes the order--not even a request-- for me to get a Paypal account and give him the credentials to my account. Didn't even sound like I was talking to the same man.

When I told him I would NOT give him the credentials to my card, again...silence. And silence it has been. Until about a half hour ago.

I have skipped over many parts of our story. The one being, that he promised to send for me. He wanted us to live out our lives together in Japan, and he was going to fly me out there, by my birthday. My birthday is in early November.

A little while ago, I sent him an email. For some reason, he talks more to me on email, then in the chat room. I don't know why? But, as I sat here and cried hysterically, I wrote him to say goodbye. A very heartfelt letter, as I always do. Saying that, as hard as it has been for me, I had to admit to myself, that he is not HIM, and I cannot live in this emotional hell I have been living in, anymore. Sat and cried, not wanting to press the send button. Not two minutes after I pushed that send button, I got a rely back, that said, "Okay then, bye."

This, from someone I had spent almost four months talking to. Believing it WAS HIM, telling him how much I loved him, sharing everything with him, crying oceans of tears for him. And that was his goodbye.

10/14 10:00pm

So we are back talking again....sort of. I am writing, he is reading. Usually he comes and goes, reads a little a day, or maybe not till the next day. But since last night, he is right there. Reading what I write, almost immediately. Almost like, he's sitting there waiting for me to write something. So tonight, I try to get close to him. Say I'm lonely, wish he was there with me. Next thing I know, he's writing that I am like a stalker, who won't leave him alone??

I'm like, if I was in some way "bothering you", why didn't you just ignore my writing to you? You didn't have to read it. AND you are the one who originally reached out to me! I thought you wanted me to talk to you, write to you?

Wtf???

[jrtonki]

Slash tires

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[readinginthereadyroom]

let’s talk about sophie devereaux for a minute.

it’s the cross my heart job (lev 4x09) and sophie undoes her ponytail, drops her blazer, shimmies down her slacks to reveal a short dress (or long tunic), and swaps her black flats for red heels. she has changed her entire look in a matter of moments.

and I just. i love this for her. she tells eliot I always travel with heels. when what she means is I’m always ready for a costume change.

her knoweldge of fashion and trends would have to be as extensive as her knowledge of art. and there’s psychology at work there to—the difference between the femme fatale or the girl friday or the nerdy scientist. when and how to use those personas. but most importantly—how to embody those personas. heels or a badge or a pair of glasses.

so my headcanon is that sophie carries a few essential accessories wherever she goes. a scarf—around her neck or in her hair or tied to her bag. a large hairpin or ponytail for easy updoes. the perfect shade of red lipstick. expensive makeup wipes.

and a pair of heels.

sometimes she rotates items. maybe some extra jewelry, instant dry nailpolish, a hat, tights. the trick is to pack light. have multiple uses per item. dresses can become shirts or tunics. a necklace can be wrapped as bracelets. lipstick can be worn as rouge. a scarf can become a belt.

but sophie also has class. she likes the finer things in life. so her spare earrings might be 24 carat or diamonds. her scarf silk. her handbag the latest designer. she also invests in custom pieces—blazers with hidden pockets. reversible coats. convertible heels.

and yet. the greatest of sophie’s costumes have always been on-the-fly. someone’s glasses, a swiped labcoat, a briefcase. hair up, down, or covered. sunglasses, glasses, or contacts. which means she constantly scoping out everyone else’s clothes. what’s easy to nab. what’s been left unattended. who can I be with those pieces?

she deserves more credit. it’s not like it’s easy work. because she’s not just creating a wardrobe for herself—she’s decking out the whole team. and that means knowing their measurements. what cuts and fabrics are best for their respective roles. eliot and parker need room to move. hardison needs pockets for his gadgets.

and then of course, there’s the question of what clothes the team can share. parker and eliot are around the same height so they often swap coveralls—a pair that’s slightly too small on eliot will be just slightly too big on parker. for when eliot needs to be noticed and parker does not.

on that same vein, hardison and eliot have similar upper body builds. hardison likes to make the fbi or csi or tech coats (it’s just iron-on letters on bulk supply jackets) but sophie’s the one that knows which jackets the two men can swap. which roles they can both play during a con.

even parker and hardison have some overlap. parker has an uncanny ability to blend in with a crowd. throw one of hardison’s caps or hoodies on her and she just disappears.

and then of course there’s parker with herself. despite being the only women on the team they don’t share that many clothes. parker can slip into one of her spare dresses when needed. but their roles are often on opposite ends of the spectrum—sophie is supposed to be noticed. parker is not.

all of these variables are turning in sophie’s head at any given point in the con. she finds clothes that fit with standard personas, clothes that can overlap, and specialized clothes for their many aliases. but also...clothes that fit them.

because there are some codes you can’t switch. eliot’s aways a bit country—regardless if he’s a construction worker or a millionaire. parker can do high femme, but androgyny suits her better. and tho parker’s comfortable showing skin, she’s not with showing cleavage. of being sexualized. and then there’s hardison and his shoes. sophie will admit she didn’t know much about sneakers, but hardison was all to happy to infodump about them. so now she has a special collection just for him.

and then there’s nate. the bane of her fashionable existence. she’s given up on dressing him. his repeated choice of cartoonish bufoons (with hat) inexplicably seems to work. don’t ask her how or why because it defies all logic. she’s just happy when he starts wearing his day-to-day suits pressed and his shirts laundered.

anyhow. just sophie being sophie. a badass chameleon. who knows the difference between buttons and cufflinks. who can tell you when it is and isn’t appropriate to wear a hat. who can tell how much money you make by what watch you wear. who can spot a fake purse a mile away. who’s just a bit more than scary good at what she does.

which is read you for filth the instant she lays eyes on you. and then becomes anyone she wants to be.

[lowkeyerror]

Dreams Come True

Liv Morgan x Reader

Word Count: 1.1k

Summary: You get to watch your girlfriend live out her dreams at Money In The Bank.

Masterlist

There was no one more deserving than Liv. She had been over from the moment she was on-screen. Yet they wouldn't hand her any titles. There were numerous occasions you could think of where Liv should have won the titles.

Liv had dominated the tag division with every partner she had yet no title reign. Months and months of build up and heat for multiple matches with Becky, just to lose when the title was on the line. Hell, at this point she was owed at least a 24/7 title reign.

Liv often laughed at how passionate you were when it came to her booking. If she was upset, then you were 10 times more upset. You hated that she was being treated this way.

Especially because you were thriving in your respective company. You had main event matches at pay-per-views, you had intense rivalries with great competitors, and you had held both the Women's titles; that was only in your first 7 months with the company.

While you were very grateful for your success, you knew Liv deserved the same. If you could be built up to be a respectable champion and main-eventer in a few months, then so could Liv.

This should be her moment.

Usually people from your company wouldn't be allowed backstage at a WWE event, but they made an exception. Not for your sake, but because they were doing a special on Liv, and they wanted some footage of you to really sell it.

It was irrelevant to you, as long as you were able to be with your girl, everything would be fine.

" Funny running into you here."

You slowly turn around to see your girlfriend smiling brightly at you," Is it really? You know, I used to work here. I was a pretty big star if you ask me."

Liv tilted her head before feigning remembrance," Oh right you were the banana in No Way in Jose's conga line, right?"

You suck in a breath," Ooo it's going to be like that."

" It might have to be unless…"

She took one big step, closing the gap between the two of you," Unless what?"

She hooks her arms behind your neck," I get a kiss."

" Miss Morgan, that's so scandalous."

She plays along," I know, but we must."

You hold her waist flush against yours, but kiss her softly, "I missed you."

" I missed you more. I can't believe you're here," Her hands slide through your hair.

" Anything to support you. Future miss money in the back, soon to be Raw Women's champion," you manifested.

Liv sighs," I hope so, they haven't told us the finish yet. We won't know until we hit the gorilla."

You place both your hands on her shoulders and stare," If it's not Liv, we riot."

She chuckles," They'll probably kick you out if you even try."

Your conversation gets cut short, by the announcement of the women's money in the bank ladder match. Liv' eyes fall on yours," Good luck kiss?"

You swiftly kiss her as she makes her way to the gorilla. She turns back to look at you for a moment.

" I'll be watching you," you shout the catchphrase at her. She throws a salute and enters the arena.

The crowd pops for her, and that alone puts a smile on your face. You sit at the monitor with a few of your old colleagues to watch the match.

You don't chat much, your focus solely on Liv. Some of the bumps she takes makes you cringe. Part of you shrugs it off, especially because you had a blood fest of a match at Blood and Guts not too long ago.

Then it happens. She's got an opening, she's climbing. With each step, you rise a little out of your seat. Her fingertips are on the briefcase. Time seems to slow as you watch her unhook the case.

You immediately scream and start jumping in place. It takes everything in you to not rush out into the arena and envelope your girl in a hug. She sits on top of the ladder, tears streaming down her face as she holds up the briefcase triumphantly.

You're the first one to the gorilla, nearly bouncing with energy. When she walks through the curtain, you pick her up and spin her around. She giggles as her legs wrapped around you.

" I'm so proud of you, Liv," you whisper into her ear. She holds you a little tighter.

You put her down to let her go celebrate with her friends. In those few moments, you still feel the energy from Liv's win radiating off of you. When she parts from her friends, you lose track of her.

Surprisingly, you find her away from everyone staring at the briefcase. You take a seat next to her, and she inhales deeply.

" What's wrong?"

" I'm going to cash this in tonight. I'm going to be the Smackdown Women's Champion," she says, only for you to hear. She isn't as excited as you would have imagined.

" That's great news, right?"

Liv buries her head into your neck," I'm nervous. What if I screw this up? What if I let the fans down? What if-"

You kiss the top of her head and squeeze her hand," You were made for this, Liv. You've been waiting for this moment for too long. I know you can do it, your peers know that you can do it, the fans know that you can do it. When it happens, we will all be chanting, you deserved it."

" You always know what to say," she smiles at you.

" I know, now go make the world watch you."

You watch as your girlfriend makes her out of the gorilla. From the tvs around, you could see her rushing down that ramp. The commentary team is in shock, like they always are when someone cashes in.

Part of you worries, because Ronda isn't down, that it take away from Liv's moment. She's got her in a possum roll, the ref counts it. Then the bell rings and Liv is the new champion.

When she comes backstage, you do a few mimicking bows," The champ is here."

She wipes the tears from her eyes, "You're such a dork."

" I may be a dork, but my girlfriend is a world champ. I think that makes me cool by association, doesn't it?"

She lightly shoves your shoulder," Whatever."

Live spent the rest of the night doing press, interviews, and photo ops with the title. You didn't mind at all, seeing all of this made you smile like an idiot.

You were happy that Liv finally got the payout she deserved. By the time you left the building, Liv was exhausted. She fell asleep on the way to her next hotel.

Technically, you were supposed to have gotten on a flight to leave that same night, but you didn't. Instead, you carried Liv to her hotel room and plopped down in the bed with her.

You'd find a flight tomorrow, tonight all you wanted to do was be close to your champion.

[caffeineforbucky]

The Turning Point

Warnings: Smut DNI 18+, Age Gap- Reader is 24, Bucky is 38. Praise kink, some degradation, F, and M receiving, if I missed any, lemme know! It's all kinds of dirty, at least my def of dirty...

Pairing: Professor!Bucky x Reader (one-shot)

A/N: I had a thought....this is what happened

(p.s.a...I'm no good at writing smut, at least I think I'm not, so if it's bad— feel free to give me some pointers, will gladly appreciate it!)

A ballet flat tapped in mid-air, the back of your knee folded over the other, the loud hums of the air conditioner drowning out the chatter, as if the closed-door didn't already do that. You blow out a sigh, cheek resting against the warm skin of your palm, eyes boring into a framed English degree that hung behind a grand dark oak desk.

You chew on your bottom lip, tasting your strawberry lipgloss whilst waiting for Professor Barnes. He was late, as per usual. You had only been in his class for a few months- having to take his Literature course to graduate next semester—a requisite—but it was only this week that began the tardiness.

"Sorry to keep you waiting," His voice soft, almost gravelly, sending a shiver down your spine. You glance over your shoulder, taking in the sight of your professor. Rugged, disheveled, and tired were the three words you could muster up as you take your cheek off your palm, back straightening out, eyes following him.

His hair was wild, his usual slicked-back locks, sitting in a curly, wayward state at the top of his head. He always dressed nicely, clean, and prim. Never had a hair out of place, clean-shaven—poise, if you will. Today was nothing of the sort. He sported a full beard and 'stache—trimmed, but still evident.

"Thank you for coming," Mr. Barnes begins, laying his leather briefcase on top of his desk, piercing blue eyes peeking behind a pair of wire-framed glasses that rested gingerly on the bridge of his nose. He shrugs off his blazer, draping it over the top of his swivel chair, leaving him in a navy blue buttoned Henley, fitted jeans, and a pair of worn-out hiking boots, silver chains peeping from behind the collar of his long-sleeve. "I know there are other things you'd rather be doing on a Friday afternoon."

Mr. Barnes was not ugly, not like your other professors who were old and probably wished they could be anywhere other than to teach a bunch of young adults how to engage in philosophical morals or why Jane Austen wrote Pride and Prejudice-No, he was a babe.

And you weren't the only one who thought that. You lost count with how many times you'd hear his name falling from the freshman girl's mouths who were lucky enough to catch a glimpse of the young professor—well younger than most—walking across campus. The soft giggles emitting from the girls beside you in class every time he'd glance in their direction. It also helped that he was easy on the eyes. If you were honest, with yourself you could admit that you fantasized about the gorgeous man in front of you, all six feet of him. You knew damn well that he was older, way older, 14 years to be exact but, that never stopped you thinking about those forbidden pleasures.

Bucky had a catch-22 situation as well. Ever since the day you waltzed into his lecture hall with bright eyes and a pretty smile that made him go weak at the knees, he couldn't get you out of his head. The mere sight of you messed with him, his thoughts, and day-to-day life. Especially his work ethic. Not once had he ever been late to anything, he thought himself a man of punctuality, but lately, it was becoming harder to focus on anything.

He debated, paced his apartment for a while before he decided to show up. Granted, he was the one who set up the meeting in the first place—wanting to talk about your paper on Wuthering Heights. He felt the need to argue his way through your "the tone throughout the novel was hopeful and compassionate" When in fact, the novel didn't start out that way. Bucky was far too passionate about his knowledge when it came to his favorite books and authors, and he didn't like when someone disagreed with him, especially a student.

But, you weren't just any student. Over the course of the three months since joining his class, you had become the one he sought in every assembly, every gathering of pupils, or ceremony—you were his favorite. You argued with him, got under his skin to get your point across and it didn't help that you were fucking gorgeous, a walking sin in his eyes, and he couldn't help but see the many hungry eyes from fellow students that were after you—you noticed but only wanted one man, and he was off-limits.

He couldn't even get through today's lesson without thinking of how soft your legs looked, how he wanted them wrapped around his waist while he fucked you senseless, or how sweet you would taste while he buried his face between your thighs. How lucky those damned ends of your pens must be for having the pleasure of being between your lips. The many sundresses you wore to class—the scalding weather at fault for his imagination running wild. Today's dress was sage green, dispersed with small white flowers- thin straps at your shoulders, cutting off at the middle of your thighs.

Bucky could almost choke on your perfume as it surrounded him, the sweet, flowery smell filling up his nostrils in the most pleasant way. He couldn't get enough. He was pretty sure he recognized the brand, walking past the perfume department whilst shopping for ties one Sunday Morning. You were all he could think about, and that wasn't good- for you or for him. "Uhm..." Bucky clears his throat, gaze reluctantly ripping away from your lips, settling on your paper held together by a silver bulldog clip. "I set this up because I wanted to talk to you about your Wuthering Heights essay." He explains, dragging his chair closer to take a seat.

"Oh," You murmur, drawing in your lips to spread out your gloss. "Is it bad? Did I fail, Professor Barnes?"

Bucky shakes his head, not daring to meet your eyes, jaw clenching at the use of his title, he didn't care when other students called him that. Only when it came from your mouth did it stir up feelings within him. "Nope," He grumbles, gripping the edges of the papers in his grasp. "You didn't fail. I just wanted to ask you some questions about it. That's it," He says, emphasizing the t at the end.

You let your back fall against the support from the chair, ballet flat tapping once again, eyes trained on the man seated in front of you.

Bucky took the memo, nodding his head once before his eyes flickered down to your paper. "Here," he starts, slowly rising from his chair to walk over to you, your perfume hitting him harder the closer he approaches your figure sat calmly in his office chair. "I highlighted the areas I wanted to discuss," Mr. Barnes turns it over to you, your back pushing off the rest to reach for the essay.

Your eyes shift down from his concerned features, his body slowly gravitating towards the front of his desk, leaning his backside against it as he rolls his sleeves up to his elbows, giving you a full view of his metal arm. You found your forehead etching with confusion, brows furrowing at the highlighted passages. "Um, Professor Barnes?" You flip through the pages, finding that only one passage out of your entire essay was highlighted. Bucky crosses his arms over his chest, a brow raised in question. "Is this it?" You ask, eyes flickering up to his cerulean's.

"Is there a problem?"

"No, no," You assure him, lips pulling into a coy smirk at the section on your essay. You knew that was exactly what you had to write to gain his attention as if you didn't already have it. "I'm just making sure."

"Right," Professor Barnes pushes off his desk, hands clasping together, creating an echo in his office. "So, let's begin with the first thing."

You nod in agreement, placing the essay on top of your lap, listening intently as he starts.

He rants, going off about the history of the book and why Emily Brontë even wrote it, and how she used a pseudonym to publish the book. It had nothing to do with your portion of the essay but, you listened anyway, finding it absolutely adorable and sexy. You loved a smart man, especially one who knew what he was talking about, explaining things with so much passion and excitement, it was extremely attractive. You stare at his lips, so pink and plump- you wondered what kind of chapstick he used to get them to look so soft, what they tasted like, how they would feel on your own.

"-And let's talk about what you said here," Mr. Barnes steps closer, eyes finding the highlighted passage in your lap, snapping you out of your daze. "The entire tone of the novel- why it may end more hopeful, from the very beginning it's critical almost disapproving. Lockwood begins the novel with a desire to be alone and-"

"I know."

"He sought out a, and I quote, a perfect-" Mr. Barnes's sentence falls short, eyes flickering to yours once he fully processed your words. Slowly, his expressive hands fall to his sides, face scrunching in confusion. "You...what?"

"I know." You repeat, your smirk widening at the shock stricken on his face, his brows furrowing in thought. "The tone of the novel? I know it begins with Lockwood critiquing the residents of Wuthering Heights, he's almost disapproving of what he sees and hears. I'm well aware of these details, Professor Barnes."

Bucky took a moment, letting everything absorb like an old dish sponge. Had he heard you correctly or was it all in his head? "Well, then why did you...?"

You shrug, gripping the armrests of your chair to push yourself up, letting the essay fall to the ground. "Maybe I just wanted a reason to come and talk to you...alone." You suddenly spoke, feeling a new wave of confidence wash over you. You were just testing waters, seeing how deep it was before taking a dive. You saw it.

The longing stares, the avoidance of conversation whenever you saw him in the courtyard almost as if he were ignoring you on purpose. At first, you brushed it off as him not liking you since you'd seen him plenty of times conversating with other pupils, girls and boys alike. But, it was only you, he seemed to steer clear of. It wasn't until you were being asked out at the end of your class by one of the campus's football athletes that you fully understood.

The way Mr. Barnes jaw clenched at the words echoing in the lecture hall, how the jock tucked a few strands of hair behind your ear, his cocky smile plastered on his face. How Mr. Barnes fists tightened, his tone berating to get out of his class, "This isn't the time or place"

Of course, you said no to the date, earning a 'whatever' from said jock, glancing over your shoulder at your professor, only to see him smiling at your rejection was when it clicked.

So, you tested out your theory. Coming to class earlier than usual, wearing the perfume you knew would capture his attention, the dresses you chose to bring to class. It was all a ploy, a plan to confirm what you had suspected, and with the way he was looking at you right now, you knew it was true.

Bucky's mouth went dry, his tongue scraping the roof of his mouth as it were sandpaper. "Now why would you want to do that?" He mumbles, eyes flickering down to your glossed lips, hands gripping the edges of his desk, knuckles turning white at the strength beneath them. He could practically hear the wood cracking underneath his vibranuim arm.

"I see the way you look at me, Professor." You whisper, looking up at him innocently through your lashes, teeth clamping down on your bottom lip. "I know you want me." You finally say, sliding your hands up his clothed chest.

"Ms. L/N, this is highly...inappropriate," Bucky chokes out, resisting the urge to grab at your waist. It was taking everything inside of him to fight you, not give in to your antics or body.

"I know," You say softly, your hands settling on his shoulders, "But, I'll let you in on a little secret," You lean in closer, bringing your lips close to his ear. "I want you too."

The groan that rose from Bucky's throat was almost animalistic, coming deep from his desire to have you all to himself, and yet, he still couldn't give in. "Sweetheart," He says in a warning tone. Sweetheart. Your pet name—the name he coined for you, and only you. At first, you didn't think anything of it, since you just assumed he addressed his other pupils with some endearing term but, over time, you realized it was just for you. It wasn't the only one he'd call you, but sweetheart was your personal favorite. It had some class—old-fashioned edge to it.

You almost gave up, shoulders dropping in defeat when a thought crossed, your lips pulling up into a mischievous grin. "You're right, Professor." You nod your head in agreement. "Maybe I shouldn't waste my time on you." But, your hands never left his shoulders. "Maybe I should tell Leo that I changed my mind?"

Bucky's jaw clenches, Leo, the athlete that had asked you out last week. He could recount that as if it happened just yesterday. He didn't like it, he didn't like the way that jock looked at you, how he touched you freely, that stupid smile on his face, he could almost punch it right off. "What?" He jeers, earning a victorious smile from you.

"Yeah, maybe he'll fuck me like-"

Bucky didn't give you a chance to finish that sentence before his lips were smashing onto yours, hands flying to your hips, the pads of his fingers digging into your skin as he pulls you flush against his body.

You gasp at the sudden strength, gripping the back of his neck to hold on for dear life, your legs starting to feel like jelly beneath you. Finally—you thought. This is only what you'd been dreaming about ever since you saw him around campus.

Bucky grabbed on anything he could, from the swell of your ass, trailing down until he hiked up your thigh against his hip. "You feel that?" He breathed whilst breaking the kiss, grinding his hips against yours, allowing you to feel the hardened bulge under the denim of his jeans. You whimper as tingles exploded throughout your body, your panties already soaked. "You make me so hard, sweetheart...is this what you want?" Bucky asks, pressing his lips to your neck, letting his tongue follow as he starts to suck lightly. "Want me to fuck you like a little slut, wanna be a good girl for me?"

"Please, James," You urge, craning your neck to give him better access. You couldn't have known that saying his first name would only trigger something within him, something feral and full of desire. If you calling him professor turned him on, Bucky had no idea what his actual name could do to him.

The straps of your dress were yanked down in an instant, Bucky's metal hand pulling down the neckline to reveal your breasts, his lips leaning down to latch onto one of your nipples. You mewl, throwing your head back in pleasure, your entire body burning with a craving, a hunger for James Barnes himself, and you were finally going to indulge.

Quickly, Bucky flips you over, pressing your ass into the edge of his desk. "Now, now, doll," James tsks, his right hand inching up your dress. "You have to be quiet for me, can you do that, sweetheart?" He asks, running his middle finger up along the folds. You nod hastily, chin almost touching your collarbone whilst looking down at him, teeth holding down your lip to suppress your moans. Bucky lifts you up on his desk, hiking up your dress until it bunched up, sitting at your waist. "Wait there," He grunts, stepping away for just a second to lock the door to his office before pulling down the blinds so no one could take a peak.

"I need you, Mr. Barnes," You moan, using your own hand to get yourself off. "I need you so bad."

Bucky could hardly contain himself, the fabric around his dick only tightening, throbbing with the need to be buried deep inside of you but, he held back. Wanting to have his fun before giving in to his lust completely. If he was going to get fired, you may as well be worth the damn risk.

"You look so good like that," He breathes, chest rising and falling, his hand dropping the curtain cord. "-Waiting for me." Bucky saunters closer, eyes trained on you as if he had a rifle scope embedded into his vision, he thrived in the idea of you being all worked up because of him. It wasn't the most outrageous idea, because it happened to be true, but you had more of an effect on him than he'd care to admit.

"Be a good girl and spread your legs for me, doll," He demands and you didn’t need to be told twice. So, you concede, spreading your legs wider, knocking a few trinkets and his name tag to the floor. He chuckles, a deep sexy laugh as his eyes flicker to his belongings on the ground. "Naughty girl, you look just about good enough to eat."

Your eyes widen, watching as he kneels in front of you, fingers hooking over the waistband, "I almost don't want to take these off you," He admits, your core aching, yearning to be touched. Bucky hadn't even touched you and yet, you were wet enough to soak through the lace. "But-" He didn't finish, ripping the lace off you with his vibranium hand.

You couldn't believe what was happening right now, his reserved demeanor replaced by this shameless, lustful man above you. You sigh contently, leaning back on your elbows as he begins to trail open-mouthed kisses from your calves to your thighs, reaching the tender skin on the inner area. Bucky didn't waste any time, licking up one deep swipe, your forearms breaking their strength, causing your back to hit the hardwood below you. "Fuck, doll," Bucky groans, fingers digging into your thighs, holding them apart. He takes another dive, tasting your arousal as it seeped out. His tongue felt wondrous, the many maneuvers—from the flicking of his tongue to sucking and lapping—it was all too much, driving you close to an orgasm but, you needed—wanted more.

"You taste like a drug, so fucking sweet—so addicting," Bucky growls, eyes flickering to you. You raise your head from the desk, meeting his darkened eyes, getting a view of his beard and lips coated in your slick. You'd be lying if you said it wasn't the hottest thing you ever saw.

"I need more, James." You whine, gripping onto his metal hand that now found your breast, the cold metal tweaking your nipple between his fingers. You knew that using his first name again would only egg him on even more, and that's exactly what you anticipated.

""I'm not letting you cum until you say please," He gripes, brows furrowing at your demand. He didn't like being told what to do, especially from you. "Go on, sweetheart." He coaxed, his flesh thumb starting to rub torturous circles around your clit. "If you want to cum, you have to beg."

Bucky knew that you were incredibly stubborn, you didn't take being told to beg for something. You weren't a dog, but right now—with how he was touching you, you couldn't find your pride to tell him to fuck off. You knew better, "Fuck, James. Please," You murmur, his thumb pressing down just a bit, creating an intense pressure that had you slipping on your words. "Holy sh...shit, please, James, please...I need more!" You exclaim, earning a satisfied grin from the man in front of you.

"That's my girl," He praises, unbeknownst to you—was a kink you shared. Bucky buries his head between your thighs once again, lapping his tongue in the most pleasant way, his teeth lightly scraping your bundle of nerves, making you scream out in pleasure and Bucky slaps his hand over your mouth. He stops altogether, rising to his feet to hover above your body splayed out on his desk. "What'd we just talk about," He scolds, breath fanning over your ear, his jeans grinding against your clit, making you moan into his hand.

""I'm sorry," You whisper breathlessly, holding onto his shoulders, that familiar feeling curling below with the friction from his jeans. "Jus' feels good," You mumble as he removes his hand bringing it below as he slowly pushes a finger in, pumping nice and slow- taking his time.

"Mr. Sanders will never touch you again, you hear me?" Bucky insists, pushing another digit inside of you, your back beginning to arch off the desk, spitting out a string of profanities, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as Bucky sucks on the sweet spot of your neck. "He won't look your way, he won't ever have the divine pleasure of getting to taste how fucking sweet you are, sweetheart."

So many filthy words fell from his lips, driving you incredibly close to finishing, "Faster, James, please," You beg, gripping his metal arm that held the weight of his body above you.

Bucky concurs, fastening the pace of his fingers, his thumb rubbing your clit once again, that was all it took to unwind you—a wave of pleasure washing over you. Your back falls against the desk, breaths labored as he removes his fingers, popping them into his mouth. "Mmm," He hums, sighing in content. "So good, you did so well for me, cumming all over my fingers."

You rose from his desk, pulling him in from his belt loops as you began to work at his belt, yanking the leather from the loops, eager to get a taste of your professor as well. As soon as you undid the button on his jeans, you hop off the desk, pushing his shoulders so he would stumble on the chair behind him.

He grins, helping you pull his jeans off, leaving on his boxer briefs, the outline showing you just how big he was. You dropped to your knees, settling yourself between his thighs as you pull down his boxers, his length springing out from the fabric, the head of his cock already leaking with precum. Your eyes widen at the sight, wondering how you were going to get all of him into your mouth, how was he going to fit inside of you.

You wrap your fingers around his dick, guiding the head to your mouth, licking slowly to taste the salty cum on your tastebuds. You could feel your arousal trickling down your thigh, the mere act of giving head working you into a frenzy. It was lewd and pornographic—the curses and groans that fell from his plump lips as he tosses his head back against the chair, egging you on, your lips wrapping around the head, tongue swirling, tracing the edges as your mouth sinks further, almost hitting the back of your throat.

In a flash you were being lifted up, your hands flying against the wood of his desk, bracing yourself, feeling Bucky's chest flush against your back. "Sorry, doll," He says, voice hoarse, almost like he was holding back. "I would've came in your mouth if you kept sucking me like that, it felt so good, baby," He praises, nipping the shell of your ear as he drags the hem of your dress above your ass. "I need to be inside you, got a condom?"

"Don't need one," You huff, glancing over your shoulder to meet his blue eyes. "Implant," You say, giving him a glimpse of your bicep. It was now that Bucky thanked whoever made birth control for this exact moment.

He wastes no time, guiding the head of his dick at your entrance, sliding in with ease from your slick. "Ohhh, fuck," He groans, almost wanting to collapse on top of you, your warm velvety walls clamping down on him. You moan, hands bunching into his fists as he pushes all the way in, hitting the ring of your cervix. He was so deep, it had your mouth hanging open. "So warm and tight, doll, so good, so fucking good!" He exclaims, knowing very well that there were students and faculty walking by—they most likely could hear the noises coming from his office but, he couldn't give a rat's ass if they heard, he wanted everybody to know that he was fucking you.

Bucky pushes into you again, picking up the pace to create a rhythm, your moans becoming more desperate and needy, "You feel so good, James," You whimper, biting your bottom lip so hard that you were sure you were drawing blood. You always wanted to be fucked against a desk and now, it was happening— with your English professor of all people.

Bucky grits his teeth, tucking his metal hand underneath your bust to pull your up, your back hitting his chest, head resting against his shoulder as he starts to slam into you. "You like that, doll?" He growls beside your ear, "God, you love it like this, don't you? Such a good girl, aren't you?"

You couldn't even muster a proper sentence, not with the way his dick was hitting areas your own fingers couldn't reach. He had set a bar and you didn't think you could go back to sex with guys your age, you needed James. "Yes, yes," You choke out, bringing your arm up to pull at his hair. "Feels good,"

"By the time we're done here," He grunts, his thrusts easing up, "You won't be able to touch yourself without thinking of me, you won't be able to have sex without wishing that I was the one who was giving it to you, are you listening, sweetheart?" Bucky dictates, making your walls clench around his girth. "This pussy belongs to me, you hear me? You belong to me,"

That was all it took for a second orgasm to hit you, Bucky now crashing into you, eager to reach his own high. He moans, propping you against his desk once again as he grabs your hips, your hands holding yourself steady at the new sensation that had taken over. You had never had it this rough—you liked it.

"Oh, James," You cry out, not caring if anyone heard anymore, it was too good to keep quiet. "Just like that,"

A few more thrusts and Bucky came, painting the inside of your walls with his cum. "Holy...." He chokes out, slowly thrusting, leaning down to place soft kisses onto your shoulder. "So pretty," he murmurs as you let go, reaching a third orgasm.

As soon as he pulls out, he gathers a few tissues, cleaning you up as you readjust your dress, eyes finding your ripped panties on the floor. "Guess I won't be needing those," You sigh, meeting James's eyes whilst he re-did the buckle on his belt.

"So...you wanna go for a coffee some time?"

[ftrcountry]

Moments - Aaron Hotchner x Reader

This was a spur moment I thought of! I want to start coming up with some series for each of the guys. If you have any ideas, let me know! I love writing cute, special family fics so that’s what my tumblr will mostly be about unless someone requests otherwise!  Warnings: Mentions pregnancy and slightly about birth but other than that,  just cute fluff  Summary: Reader and Aaron go through their first pregnancy together. It’s reader’s first baby but Aaron’s second. 

Pregnant Tears filled your eyes as you read the results of the four pregnancy tests that lay on your bathroom sink. You and Aaron weren’t trying for long before this. You were having a baby. Aaron was on a case like usually so you had to wait for him to get home to tell him. This gave you time to think over how you were going to tell him. You already had a small idea in your head.  --- You made sure Jack had on the shirt before Aaron landed. You and Jack decided to wait in his office. Of course, you had to put a jacket on Jack so Penelope wouldn’t find out first. Of course you loved Penny but she gets too excited and would explode with happiness before you could tell him.  Jack took his jacket off once the two of you were in his office. You put some paper on his desk and let Jack color while waiting for Aaron.  You looked out of the window’s office that gave a good look over the room. Luckily you didn’t have to wait long. You first saw Rossi and Reid come in followed by Emily and JJ. Aaron was the last to enter. He looked exhausted. He walked up the stairs with his briefcase in hand.  “Daddy!” Jack yelled as Aaron walked through the door. Aaron looked happy and relief to see the two of you and also surprised. “Hi kiddo!” Aaron said as Jack ran to him with open arms. Aaron scooped him up and kissed his cheek. He wasn’t even paying attention to the shirt as he walked over to you. “I missed you guys.” He said as he wrapped his right arm around you and kissed the top of your head.  “Mommy wanted you to look at my shirt!” Jack exclaimed. He was too excited as well. He was finally becoming a big brother. Aaron put Jack down and squatted to his level to read it. It read: Only the best sons get promoted to BIG BROTHER! Aaron’s face lit up and had the biggest grin when he turned his attention back to you.  “You’re pregnant?” He asked. You nodded excitedly. “You’re going to be a big brother Jack!” Aaron exclaimed to Jack, hugging him before standing up and turning to you.  He pulled you in for a hug and pressed his lips to yours.  “Does Penelope know?” Aaron asked, pulling back from you giving your hands a light squeeze.  “Not yet, I had to put a jacket on Jack. I wanted you to know first.”  “Let’s go tell them, shall we?” Aaron took Jack’s hand and the three of you walked out of the office. As soon as Jack walked down the stairs, Penelope was the first to notice. Everyone surrounded the three of you and gave their love and congratulations. 

----- The first couple of weeks was rough. You couldn’t keep nothing down and felt nauseous 24/7.  After you got through that patch of the pregnancy, everything else went smoothly. You were at the point in the pregnancy where you actually looked pregnant. The bump was very noticeable.  “What do you think the baby is, Jack?” You, Aaron and Jack were on the way to your doctor’s appointment to find out what baby Hotchner would be.  “I want a baby sister but I think it’s a boy.” Jack answered. You smiled and turned back around in the seat. You looked at Aaron. He had one hand on the wheel and the other on your thigh. “What do you think the baby will be?” You asked. You were secretly hoping for a girl but had a feeling it will be a boy.  “I have a feeling it’s another boy.” Aaron answered, giving that famous side smile. You smiled back at him. “We will find out soon!” You exclaimed as you pulled into the parking lot.  --- After a long but exciting day, the three of you were back home. Jack was asleep in his room and the two of you were laying in bed. You had your shirt lifted as Aaron rubbed his hand across your belly.  “I can’t believe I’m having a daughter.” Aaron spoke, before giving your belly a kiss. You smiled. You were having a perfectly healthy baby girl. Jack was over the moon when he found out he was having a sister. “I can’t believe it either! Now we have to come up with names.” You uttered. As you and Aaron were laying there talking, you felt a little kick. You gasped. Aaron looked at you with wide eyes. “Was that a kick?” He questioned. You nodded. “It was! She’s moving around in there.” You answered. “She knows her daddy’s voice.” Aaron said before giving your belly more kisses. 

----

This pregnancy was moving along faster than you thought. It was finally the day of your baby shower. Rossi wanted it at his house so that’s where it was going to be. Your belly was making everyday things a challenge. It also made you tired a lot. Carrying a baby was hard, heavy work.  By the time you put on this cute pink dress that popped out the belly even more, you were out of breath.  “You look beautiful!” You looked in the mirror to see Aaron’s reflection behind you. You turned around and gave him a small smile. “I feel and look like a whale.” You huffed. Aaron rolled his eyes and walked over to you.  “You are not a whale. You look beautiful pregnant.” Aaron said, placing his hand on your belly.  Most days which was pretty much everyday, you felt hideous  and not like yourself. But Aaron made sure to remind you every single day that you were beautiful. You were lucky to have him.  After getting Jack ready, the three of you headed to Rossi’s house.  Pink and white balloons were at the front of the house as you pulled up. The whole gang was there and ready to greet you.  “There’s the gorgeous mama to be!” JJ exclaimed, pulling you in for a hug.  You laughed. “Some days I don’t feel like it.” You answered back. The rest of the gang took turns greeting you afterwards.  The baby shower was successful. There was plenty of games to play as well as tons of gifts. Any baby born in the BAU family was not going to go without. They would always be spoiled.  You, Aaron and Jack were in baby girl’s nursery putting away everything. “I can’t believe in three short weeks she will be here.” You spoke, sitting down in the rocking chair. You were exhausted.  “It’s crazy that it’s gone so fast. Jack, are you ready to meet your baby sister?” Aaron asked as he finished putting together the baby swing. Jack nodded and jumped up. “I’m going to teach her everything! She’s going to be the best at soccer just like me!” Jack exclaimed. You and Aaron both smiled at him. “Alright bud, say goodnight to Y|N and let’s get ready to bed.” Aaron stood up. Jack ran over to you and hugged you before running out of the room. “I’ll take care of everything. You just rest.” Aaron said before following Jack out of the room. You laid back in the rocking chair and sighed. You placed your hand on your bump as baby girl was moving around like crazy. You were starting to become nervous as the due date appeared closer. Ready or not, baby was coming. 

---- The due date came and gone. You were now three days over due. You were very irritable. “I just want her out!” You exclaimed, plopping down on the couch. “She will come in due time. She doesn’t want to leave her safe place.” Aaron tried to make things sweet but it just pissed you off even more. “You did this to me.” You mumbled.  ---- Your prayers were answered later that night when your water broke. Things were moving quiet fast as you and Aaron arrived at the hospital. Contractions were picking up and you were in immense pain.  “Just breathe, baby.” Aaron tried to comfort you. You couldn’t even yell at him as that was how much pain you were in.  As soon as you could, you were able to get the epidural. That was the best choice you ever made.  A couple hours later your baby girl finally came into the world. “You did so good.” Aaron kissed the top of your head. He was sitting beside you in the hospital bed with his arm around you. The two of you looked down at the beautiful angel you made. “She’s perfect.” You whispered as a tear fell down your face.  A couple minutes later there was a knock at the door. You and Aaron looked up. Rossi peaked his head in. “Are you ready for big brother?” He asked. “Send him in!” Aaron said with a laugh. Jack ran in a couple minutes later. “Hi Jack!” You whispered as he came closer to the bed. His excitement slowly went away as curiosity filled his face.  He was nervous to see this tiny baby in your arms.  “Jack. Meet your new baby sister, Olivia Ivy Hotchner.”