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ohjeon · 1 year

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❝RIDE❞ ― jjk (1)

one. first look

series masterpost

pairing: jungkook x female reader

genre: 18+, strangers to lovers, smut (none in this)/fluff/pinch of angst. ft. jimin & side made up characters

word count: 1.4k

warnings: none in this part. exp language. introoo to themm

notes: AHH FIRST POST ON HERE PLS BE NICE!! REBLOG OR SHARE IS SO APPRECIATED JKJKJFK ENJOY?!? dividers: cafekitsune

Jungkook stretched his tattooed and non tattooed arms over his head, his shirt slightly lifting up revealing his boxer’ waistband, abs teased. Slightly groaning. Girls in the corner whispered and murmured about how attractive he was. They aren't wrong. He is an attractive man. Jungkook was used to the stares. He was used to girls drooling over him. He was used to all the female attention. It was sort of his rep. His title. Jimin noticed the girls and chuckled with a slight grin on his face. "I think those girls are only in here for you." he whispered with a smirk plastered on his face. "I wouldn't be surprised, they've followed me before." He shrugged back, looking up at the two girls giving them a smile, which caused the girls to flush red and internally react. "Let's go, we need to get some rest." Jimin stood up reaching over to help a restless Jungkook stand on his feet.

Walking out of the building the boys said their goodbyes and parted ways. The dorms were close, walking distance. Jimin lived at home with his family, he hated the idea of dorms. He perceived them as jock filled, party living frat boys, and the disgusting smell of sweat and cologne. He felt more comfortable living at home even if it caused him to spend more money on gas. Jungkook on the other hand, loved the dorm. He was lucky to be gifted a dorm with no roommate, he enjoyed the little space left just for him. He was close to campus and he didn't have to face his mother.

Don't get it wrong, Jungkook loves his mother. But it almost was one sided. His mom was obligated to love him back, she didn't really love him. Or so he thinks she doesn't. She used Jungkook as a pawn, her test baby. She wanted him to get married, become rich and take care of her until she's old and dying. She never cared for him like a son. But Jungkook dreaded to ever disappoint her. He pleaded and prayed for her love. He craved the thought of having a mother who cares, who lets him be vulnerable, who fed him food when he came to visit on a holiday, who called him telling him she missed her son,

But he never got that. But he still loved her. He still forgave her.

His earphones plugged in while humming as he made his way home. He was whiffed with the fresh air. Calm and quiet, but soon interrupted. A fast moving vehicle swerved in his eyesight, Sound of harsh brakes and tires screeching against concrete interrupted. The after wind blew in his face causing his hair to spill in-front of his eyes.

Swiftly running his fingers back through his dark hair, annoyed, he looks up, in the distance, to see a smallish figure on a motorcycle. He watched carefully as they parked in front of the campus building, leaping their leg off the vehicle. Jungkook watched in suspense, curious to who the hell that is, here, at this time. They slowly lifted the helmet off their head. He watched as their hair fell down their back gracefully. A girl? Jungkook blinked.

She slightly turned her head to the side which gave Jungkook a slight view to make out what she looked like. She was beautiful. Absolutely stunning. Pink stained lips that anyone would kiss in a heartbeat. Jungkook's jaw was hanging low in awe. Jungkook usually doesn't care this much about who a girl is based on their appearance, he was a very hit and quit it guy, not on purpose. She kept him hooked, like a leash, he wanted to keep staring.

She walked towards the building with her helmet under her armpit, held secure. Jungkook still standing there watching her every move. Before he could react and look away, she glanced over and caught him. The look on her face was expressionless, while Jungkook almost started coughing because he choked on his own saliva. His face flush red and he immediately turned around to avoid her eyes. He believed she thought nothing of it as she continued walking. Meanwhile, Jungkook's cheeks burned hot, the back of his hands met his face to try and cool himself down. This was so odd of Jungkook. When has a girl ever gotten him flustered? Never. They didn't even interact verbally and Jungkook still blushed. After countless times of sex he's had with almost every girl on campus. Girls drooling whenever he would wear a pussy clenching outfit, striding through the university hallways, all eyes always on him. He's the one making people flustered, not the other way around. This is so not you, man up. He scolded himself.

7:24 am. Jungkook was making his way to his lecture, with a female linked with his bicep. Kim Soyeon. An upperclass girl, attending university off her daddy's money and authority. She was pretty. She had brown long locks that complimented her snow skin with round doe eyes. Boys fond over her. Girls resented her. She gripped onto male attention. Soyeon craved Jungkook's attention the most. She wanted him, between her legs to say the least. And Jungkook would be lying if he said he wasn't slightly attracted to her.

"Jungkook babe, would you walk me to class please?" She pleaded with pouty lips and eyes. Jungkook only stared. He cringed. But then feeding in and smiling. He walked her to her lecture. Jungkook didn't really care for the girl. He craved sexual attention every now and then, in which he always got. But there was never a female that kept him hooked. Kept him interested.

Dropping Soyeon off, he headed back. He stuffed his right hand in his front pocket, while the left clutched his backpack over his left shoulder. Making it to the right hall, he caught a glimpse of a tattooed arm holding his art lecture rooms door, to what it looked like, chatting to the person or people inside as they were about to leave. He stood far as he watched. He couldn't see their face, but he couldn’t help but notice the tattoos that coated the arm. Rose petals and vines with thorns wrapped around and up the arm, whilst there was messages and different art in the gaps. It all layed out so beautifully, yet not too full but minimal. Jungkook adored a good tat(s). He was a major art geek and found that through his love of painting his skin permanently. He watched as the arm shut the door, turning around to walk away. The face was now on full display. Jungkook's throat was caught, almost choking. It was her. The girl on the motorcycle. What is she even doing here? Is she a student? Curiosity ran through him, he almost found himself chasing and following after her but he stood in his place, observing. Jungkook saw her before but was clueless to the inked skin that was hidden under her black leather jacket.

He watched as she left the building, now not in his sight. Jungkook felt stuck and couldn't move. His feet glued to the floor. He soon snapped out of it and continued walking. The image of this random tattooed motorcycle girl won't leave his mind, and he wasn't going to let her get away with it. He will not let a girl he doesn’t even know affect him like this.

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md-guel · 3 months

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hey everyone and welcome to the first guel wednesday!!! which is basically when i talk a little bit about some parts of guel for every episode every wednesday just so i can do something more in this sideblog. why wednesday? because it sounds a bit like guel's name and also that gives me time to queue things up for the rest of the series ahahahaha

anyway I'm gonna get started with episode 1! also known as the episode we all decided to unanimously hate guel's ass 🤣

though if you ask me now, I'm obviously going to tell you that that's one part of why I love guel the way I do. I'm a sideblog, after all. but so, that's the thing about the guel of episode 1, he's a textbook first boss antagonist. he's highly skilled which means he's someone whose ass needs to be beaten. he's wearing a fluffy mullet which, in his holder pilot suit, really gave me the vibes of the leader of a rowdy motorcycle gang in the american films of the 80s or 90s. and he's really arrogant, he's got his own clique, he's using phrases like "teach you some discipline" and "correct your ignorance" like some villain with a fake british accent.

and then there's this:

(i really want to know how miorine thought she could overpower guel's tits—i mean guel's chesticles. i mean—)

you could say he just read one too many fantasy books, you could say he just needs a different hobby outside of duels. but destruction of private property and attacking someone are definitely inexcusable. as far as episode 1 is concerned, this is his biggest villain arc.

personally, though, in light of how the whole show turned out, i think this was the first sign that he's started individuating from his dad. without the context of episode 2 and onwards, it's easy to see it as just a spoiled brat who got called something he didn't like. and I mean who wants to be called his daddy's little lap dog, right? but there must be something about what miorine said that really hit a sensitive nerve and I think there's every possibility that it's because he's finally coming to terms with how he's trapped by his dad's shadow.

there's also other lines like:

"Did you see that, Miorine? How Guel Jeturk fights his duels!" (Duels are pretty much the only things he can claim for himself)

"Both you and the company will be mine before long." (In the same way his father never knew how to separate his son from the fate of his company)

"You just need to shut your mouth and give yourself over to me." (As long as he obeyed his dad, Vim has no reason to discipline him)

these are just off the top of my head. it just sucks that the way he's retaliating against his abuse is to be abusive himself, especially when he and miorine are both just pawns being used by their fathers to extend the longevity of a broken capitalistic system. remember, kids, a victim of abuse is still capable of causing abuse. but considering how insular benerit companies are that their kids are only allowed to form factions within the boundaries of their individual companies, it isn't difficult to imagine how guel could have been raised in a similarly small world. his mother presumably didn't have much influence on him, and even though he has a sibling, lauda's only enabling his abuse. neither of them are aware of this, of course. and I think for the most part, at this point of his life, guel still doesn't understand the kind of abuse he's living in. he's just singing "there must be more than this [corporate] life" (to the tune of "Belle" from Beauty and the Beast)

(no, I didn't know until today that that was the title of the first song of the movie and yes, now that I think of it, guel is perfectly like Gaston in episode 1. call him "Gueston" I guess)

#guel wednesday #guel jeturk

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richincolor · 2 months

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Title: A Magic Fierce and Bright Author: Hemant Nayak Genres: Fantasy, Post-apocalyptic, Action/Adventure Pages: 384 Publisher: Simon & Schuster Books for Young Readers Review Copy: Provided by publisher Availability: Available now

Summary: A young technomancer teams up with a handsome thief to save her sister in this propulsive, magic-filled young adult fantasy that is perfect for fans of Gearbreakers and Iron Widow.

Adya wants nothing more than to be left alone. Content to be loyal to no one but herself in the isolated jungles of South India, she dreams only of finding her lost sister, Priya, and making enough money to take care of their family. It’s too bad that her rare ability to wake electric machines—using the magic that wiped them out five centuries ago—also makes her a coveted political pawn. Everyone seems to believe that her technomancy can help them win the endless war for control over the magic’s supernatural source.

These senseless power struggles mean little to Adya. But when her enemies dangle news of her sister before her, she’s all too quick to leap at the chance to bring Priya home—even if it means teaming up with a rakish, disreputable thief in order to do it. With the threat of invasion looming ever larger on the horizon, Adya must reconcile the kind of person she is with the kind of person she wants to be and untangle the web of intrigue, conspiracy, and deceit that threatens to take all of India down with it.

Review: [While the text doesn’t go into explicit detail, there are scenes that include significant bodily harm, including the loss of a limb, and character death. There are also scenes involving human experimentation and torture, though most of that is implied/mentioned rather than shown directly.]

The world of A MAGIC FIERCE AND BRIGHT is a unique magic-induced post-apocalypse set in a fractured India on the verge of a total colonial takeover by the British. Author Hemant Nayak clearly had a lot of fun creating this world and populating it with all sorts of magical and mythological creatures. There is more than one type of magic, though I had some difficulty understanding the differences between them and the limits of their power beyond the technomancy that Adya herself practiced. It left me a little confused at points about what was or wasn’t possible in the setting, which was occasionally distracting.

I enjoy when characters who tend to focus most on their (and their family’s) survival end up swept up into greater scope plots against their will. Adya’s determination to protect her little brother and find her missing twin were relatable ways to help ground the fantastical plot, though I do wish we had been able to develop Mohan more deeply. Mohan isn’t on page for significant stretches of the book, which limited how often Adya herself could reminisce about Priya, and thus limited Priya's character depth as well.

In fact, character development was generally limited across the board. A MAGIC FIERCE AND BRIGHT has so much world building, plot movement, and location changes that there aren’t very many opportunities to really explore people or places in depth. This occasionally hinders the emotional impact of the story, like the discovery that the villain has turned a side character into a monster—we had exactly one on-page scene with the character beforehand. Sure, it was a surprise that the villain could do that with their magic, but it didn’t have the same emotional weight as it would have if we had more time with that character. Imral had a decent character arc, which I appreciated, and Dsouza had good banter with Adya but a woefully under-explored backstory. The motorcycle was endearing, and the resolution of the question of Priya was satisfying.

That said, A MAGIC FIERCE AND BRIGHT had a compelling, action-oriented plot. The characters moved from one set piece to the next, and many of the fights were memorable. I enjoyed seeing how the author would up the stakes or change up the pieces on the board the next time, and there were only one or two places where I felt the action faltered. If you’re looking for an action-oriented fantasy with spectacular fights, you’ll enjoy this. If you prefer your fantasy centered on deep dives into characters or magic, this may not be the best fit for you.

Recommendation: Stick A MAGIC FIERCE AND BRIGHT on your borrow someday list, though if you’re itching for some action/adventure this summer, bump it several spots higher. This book excels at keeping the plot moving though the magic-induced post-apocalypse with serviceable characters and a protagonist who is determined to find and keep her remaining family members alive.

Extras: Author Chat with Hemant Nayak

It’s the Librarian’s Fault! How the public library violently made me fall in love with reading and become a writer, a guest post by Hemant Nayak

#hemant nayak #a magic fierce and bright #book reviews #fantasy #action/adventure #post apocalyptic

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missvelvetsstuff · 1 year

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Where you goin, Star?

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Chapter 6

Warnings: swearing, violence, angst

Notes: sorry this took so long, it's been hectic here. The good news is I finished this one and am halfway thru the next chapter of Guarded Heart so hopefully tomorrow or Wednesday.

FYI, the title and nickname come from Lost Boys. When I was in college I worked at a movie theater with a guy named Jimmy who I became very close to, interestingly enough he called me doll. He was kinda goth before it became a thing in our valley. When Lost Boys came out we watched it so many times and he started calling me Star and quoting David's line when she is with Michael "Where you goin, Star?" Yeah, I'm old. I know. Whatever.

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When Bucky's cab pulled up across from the Pierce's house he saw multiple cars in front. He wasn't expecting a crowd and started second guessing himself. If John was there, that would mean at least 2 more armed bodyguards. While he was thinking, he heard a motorcycle pull up and turned to see Nick Fury.

Bucky nodded "Nick"

Nick looked him over "Barnes. I figured you'd be getting yourself into trouble when Rogers told me where you had gone." Nick turned and pulled a helmet from one of his saddlebags, offering it to Bucky.

Bucky shook his head "Nick, I need to-"

Nick shut him down "No, you don't need to nothing. You go in there with Rumlow, Rollins, Barton and whoever else is watching Walker and your girl and you'll only get both of you hurt and you will end up in jail. Then Stark pulls out of your deal and you're just another criminal while Star suffers even more at her husbands hands and you can't do nothin about it."

Bucky sighed and went to pull the helmet on.

Nick continued "You gotta wait for your moment, the opportune time, if you will. Otherwise you'll just make things worse for all involved. I know you haven't spent the last 3 years working and planning your return so carefully to fuck it up now."

Bucky nodded and climbed onto the back of the bike. "I know, I just.....fuck. It's all such a mess and Star has had it worse than I imagined. Why didn't you tell me, Nick?"

Nick scoffed "You think I have access to Congressman John Walker's personal life? Like I could just drop by for tea? If I had known, and I told you. What would you have done? Raced back here for a confrontation before you were ready? Put a price on his head? You know as well as I do that her father would have just found someone worse to marry her off to. She's never been anything but a pawn to him.

You should have taken her with you when you left but you made your call and now you have to see your plan through to the end."

Bucky grunted, thinking to himself about his next steps when Nick asked

"Buy you a drink?"

Bucky sighed, frustrated but stuck for now. " Yeah, sure."

They stopped by the bar where the club went when they needed a change from the clubhouse. Peter was tending bar and Wanda and Pietro were playing darts. The place went silent when the regulars realized who came in with Nick.

Suddenly it became raucous with cries of 'welcome back' and 'hey, Bucky"

Bucky felt a warm feeling of belonging and chatted with the people he knew.

Wanda came up and gave him a hug "It's about time Barnes. Your Star is in bad shape. I've tried to talk to her but she kinda hates all of us since you disappeared and no one would tell her anything."

Bucky hugged her back, fighting back tears "I know, fuck I know. I'm gonna get her back."

A familiar voice that didn't belong in their bar spoke up "Over my dead body"

Bucky turned towards the door to see John Walker, Clint at his side. Bucky gave him credit for bravery but took it back for plain arrogant stupidity.

He smiled widely "That's how this ends."

John laughed "I'm sure you think so but the arrangements I've made will end her life if anything happens to me. I don't know if Brock will actually go through with it but if he doesn't kill her he'll keep her for himself. He's gotten her well trained over the years. She thinks I don't know about her drug problem or unapproved visits to her horses but Brock tells me everything. Your Star is very talented." He grinned wickedly.

"I'm honestly surprised you didn't hurt Brock when you had the chance. I mean considering what he did." John paused like he was thinking "Oh. Right. You weren't here so don't know what he did."

He chuckled "Did you know she was pregnant when you left? She cried so prettyly to her daddy about how she loved you and wanted to have your baby."

Bucky's eyes grew huge before John tossed out his zinger "Brock took care of that, at her father's orders."

Bucky doubled over and exhaled painfully, like he had been hit.

John laughed at his distress "I think Brock might have gotten carried away because she hasn't gotten pregnant yet." He shrugged.

"You sonofabitch." Bucky seethed, jaw clenched, left arm whirring as he opened and closed his fist.

Nick placed a hand on Bucky's shoulder and spoke softly so only Bucky could hear "Now isn't the time or place, Sarge, too many innocents, too many witnesses. I promise we will get to him but you need to be patient."

Bucky nodded curtly "Fine, Colonel but I ain't waiting forever." And knocked back his drink before sitting down in his seat, arms crossed across his chest. His emotions were overwhelming but he plastered a stoic mask over his face and stared coldly at John.

John laughed again but it sounded more nervous than before "Just stay away from my wife Barnes. Final warning" and quickly left.

Nick looked at Bucky grimly. "Let's get you back to your hotel. I hear you've got a big morning planned."

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At her fathers house, after John left, Y/N was locked in her old bedroom laying on the bed with an ice pack over the Right side of her face, hoping to stop the swelling. She had a meeting with her father's attorneys in the morning and John would blame and punish her if any blemishes were visible. Dr Zola had come to the house after John left and put her left wrist in a cast, flesh colored so hopefully no one would notice. He expected a perfect and polished wife at all times no matter what he did to her.

She took a drink from the bottle she grabbed from her fathers bar, not even caring what it was, pulled a shoe box out from under the bed and set it on the bed next to her, pulling the lid off. She had grabbed it from her old house after Bucky left her stable earlier. One at a time she pulled items out and carefully examined each one.

Ticket stubs from Lost Boys, pictures from a school carnival upstate, a playbill from an off, off Broadway play they went to, pictures from the weekend in a B&B upstate. All the little pieces and memories from the happiest time in her life.

She took an oxy and a xanax, washing them down with a long pull from the bottle. She didn't even realize she was crying until a tear fell on a picture of them.

The first few months after Bucky left, she hoped he would come back or contact her to explain and save her somehow. Once she was married to John she gave up. She accepted that this was her life and had no hope of any relief until she turned 30 and had her own money. Then she would disappear to another part of the world, where John Walker and her father didn't have any power.

"Fuck! Why did he come back?" She yelled. Until she realized why. That million Her father gave him must have run out by now. Her inheritance from her grandmother would make her independently wealthy in her own right. Not to mention her fathers money, once the will was settled.

Too much of a coincidence, she scoffed angrily, convinced that he was here to see how much more of her money he could get his hands on. She promised herself he wouldn't get anything from her before she passed out from the alcohol or maybe the drugs or all of the above.

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The next morning Bucky woke up with a hangover, he wasn't used to drinking like that anymore. He sat up slowly, going over what he could remember from last night. He definitely remembered John Walker and felt his stomach seize up at the memory of what he said. Hoping it wasn't true, that John just said it to hurt him more but accepting it very well could be.

He was starting to feel like he should do what he could to help Star and step out of the way. How could they be happy again when his actions had brought her so much pain. Did he even deserve to be happy with her again?

As he stepped into a hot shower he decided to take it all one step at a time. Today was for celebrating with Steve and Sam. Once the groundbreaking was done, he would be able to figure out what to do about Star.

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Star woke abruptly when cold water hit her face and chest.

"Come on you lazy whore, time to get up."

She looked up through bleary eyes, substances still running through her system.

John was standing over her with a big smile on his face. "We're going to the lawyers but after I have a surprise for you. Official congressional business" he laughed. "Make sure you cover up those bruises and cast. Long sleeves would probably be best. Shame because it's supposed to be warm out today." He grabbed her arm, not caring about the pain from the fracture he caused last night, and pulled her off of the bed onto the floor.

"Ok, ok. I'm up. I'll be ready in 30 minutes." And groaned as she climbed up the bed till she was standing and limped towards the bathroom. Once inside the bathroom with the door closed she took her drugs and finished what was left in her flask, making a note to refill it before she left the house.

After a quick bath and some creative make up she stepped into the bedroom and released a sigh of relief that John wasn't there.

At the attorneys office Star was shocked and angry at what she was hearing.

"Your father contested the terms of your grandmother's will and made it clear that he expected Mr Walker to pursue it if anything happened to him. That money is expected to go to Mr Walker when everything is said and done. In addition, Mrs Walker, you only get your father's inheritance as long as you stay married to Mr Walker and have a child. If you leave him or haven't at least gotten pregnant within the next 2 years the money will revert to Mr Walker."

"What right did my father have to contest the will? It wasn't his mother. I can't believe he is still trying to control me when he's dead." Star fumed.

John smiled "No sweetheart, he knew you needed a strong hand to keep you from doing anything stupid, like run off with some biker."

She glared at him "This isn't over, John." She spat and left the office.

John smiled at the attorney "Women. Think they can take care of themselves. Silly" and left chuckling.

He grabbed her arm when he caught up with her and shoved her into the SUV Clint was driving. "I told you I'm not going to put up with that kind of behavior, sweetheart. I don't want to have to punish you again, we have too much to do. Maybe you'll feel better when you see my surprise." His grin made her stomach drop, it wasn't a good surprise but nothing ever was with him.

After a short drive the SUV pulled up to an empty lot near Nick's shop. The area was crowded with people, news crews and balloons everywhere.

Star looked at him nervously "What is all this, John?"

He gave her a wide grin "Just political kissing babies kinda stuff. Make the people believe we care about them and their lives."

John helped her out when they stopped, gently taking her hand, knowing there were too many people around and he had to be careful.

He kept Star tucked into his side so she couldn't see the people at the center of the excitement. Then she heard a voice welcoming everyone, a voice she knew,

Tony Stark. She tried to look past John but still couldn't get a clear view.

Tony boomed "I'm so pleased to welcome back some hometown heroes who are going to make a positive difference in this community. James Barnes, Steve Rogers and Sam Wilson who will be running their new garage BRW Harley Davidson sales, repair and customizations. Today marks one of many steps that I have watched these boys make to improve themselves and their hometown, since they left the military. I'm proud to be a partner to their business and look forward to a prosperous future with them."

Steve stepped up and made some comments about coming home and making it better. Sam and Bucky tossed a coin and Sam won so he took the fancy honorary shovel and made the fist dig. The audience cheered and the sound of champagne popping filled the air.

Tony stepped back up "I've been notified that we have a special guest today. Congressman John Walker and his lovely wife Y/N. Please welcome them up here."

The audience cheered but Bucky and his friends felt a chill seeing Star trailing behind John like an abused puppy. She didn't look at anyone simply murmuring "thank you" and shaking Tony's hand after John.

Bucky stared at her, willing Star to look at him but she kept her eyes on the ground. She barely looked like the beautiful carefree woman that he had fallen in love with. In the sunlight it was easier to see how much she had changed. Dressed in a long sleeve, high collar dress that wasn't her style at all, with big sunglasses on her pinched face. When she smiled it was forced and it broke his heart even more.

He promised himself he would do everything he could to help her and then back off if that's what she wanted.

Star looked over at Bucky, he was so handsome even with the specks of grey in his stubble and his suit fit him perfectly. She felt an ache that she hadn't felt since her wedding. A longing for the love they once had. She forced herself to stop that train of thought and remind herself that he was only after her money. Not that she actually had any but he didn't know that. Star straightened her shoulders and looked straight in his eye with all the hatred she could muster.

When Bucky saw the look she was giving him he turned away, the guilt was too much. He spoke softly with Sam and Steve, trying to figure out how to get Star alone with Bucky and get her to listen to him.

Steve saw John deep in conversation with Tony and went to do what he could to keep John occupied. Tony picked up on what was going on and insisted on telling one story after another without letting John get a word in.

Sam went up to Rumlow and Rollins to talk about bikes and show them a couple that they had worked on.

Bucky followed Star as she found a quiet spot in the alley behind the building next door, without all the attention on her.

He called to her softly "Star. Please can we talk? Everything isn't as it seems. I really do want to help."

She looked at him warily, exhausted from recent events "Not here, Brock will be looking for me soon. Tonite, at my parents house. Brock always checks on me at 11pm when he locks up. I'll meet you on the corner at 1am."

She sighed "I'll get my ass kicked if I'm caught so it better be more than another lame apology."

She quickly turned away and headed back towards the crowd, hoping no one noticed.

Chapter 7

Bucky sighed, at least she was giving him a chance. He would deal with her husband and body guards once he had set everything straight with her. He headed back towards the crowd, accepting a glass of champagne from Steve but his head was swimming with thoughts of Star.

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes fanfiction #james bucky barnes x reader #james bucky barnes #bucky barnes x you #angst with a happy ending #biker bucky #biker au

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getcartitle · 28 days

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globsmart1 · 1 year

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Consider what an AZ pawn shop can do for you

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Take a careful look around your home. Everything you own is worth money and can be used to secure a loan. The problem is that banks don’t make loans based on the smaller items you own. Pawn shops do. You don’t sell your valuables to a pawn shop, you only use them as security against a loan in order to get some instant cash. Within a matter of months you pay off the loan and your belongings are returned to you. Millions of people do this every year.

What to Pawn

Many times the first things to come to mind are jewelry, including watches. Gold, silver, and platinum jewelry with or without gemstones are favorites. Rings, earrings, pendants, and chains can all be used. Fine jewelry by Tiffany, Cartier or Graff can allow you to secure a good loan. Watches by Omega, Breitling, or Hamilton are also excellent choices. Women can even use designer handbags such as those by Prada, Gucci, or Chanel as loan security.

Think about all those items you dust weekly. Collectables and antiques can be easily pawned. Antique toys or picture frames, war or election memorabilia that are in good condition can secure a loan at a pawn shop. Unique items always bring top dollar. If you think an item has value bring it in for an appraisal and let us decide.

AZ Jewelry and Loan also gives loans on cars and motorcycles. Sometimes a title or registration loan can be set up which will allow you to continue using the vehicle while you have a loan on it.

More About Pawn Loans

Our main business at AZ Jewelry and Loan is providing money loans based on the value of the items you wish to pawn. You do not need to worry about your credit score because we will never look. There is no need for a savings account either. The loan is based solely on the value of the items you provide. We pride ourselves in giving honest prices to any item someone brings in to pawn.

You will get cash quickly. Then you will start paying back the loan month by month. Once you have completed all payments you will receive your items back. Because we value our customers we care for your pawned item carefully, storing them in a safe on our premises. If you find that you are going to need more time to pay back the loan we will work with you. We really do not want to have to sell your belongings.

Because pawning is not selling off stolen goods you will be required to provide information about yourself and the items you bring in. Some of the information will be provided to law enforcement to check against stolen item logs. Good pawn shops pride themselves in being ethical and only working by the law. Interestingly, the pawn industry is one of the most heavily regulated providers of consumer financial services.

Remember that AZ pawn shops such as AZ Jewelry and Loan are here to serve you. Pawn shops are no longer seedy, dingy, cramped stores down back alleys. You will be delighted to see our wonderful clean store with bright lights and pleasant displays of items we are selling. Our A+ rating with the BBB is probably unexpected but it is very important to us. You may be surprised by the customer service you receive and will always feel comfortable while in our store. We are a modern, reputable business like any other.

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La Vie De Fête Season 2 Episode 1: Getting Out Of Bed

Title Of The Story Comes From: “Can’t Hold Us” By Macklemore

Joran looked at himself into the mirror, seeing infinite versions himself in the reflections in his shades, feeling the soft, brushy fabric of his suit, comfortably sitting in his suit pants, hastily scrubbing away the smell of caviar from his new red tie, basking in the red sunlight that occured at the end of the day. His bed was readily made, the scarlet pillows to fit squarely within the bed’s orthogonals, and the blankets too. Soon he would bask in the flood of clear blue skies, and clouds filling the horizon like waves slowly brushing against the shore.

Rasheb, meanwhile, sat by his bedside, tucking himself in by the small blue lamp, under which his red gloves were placed by the alarm clock. His lustrous black dreads rested comfortably over the blanket, moving subtly as he drifted from page to page. By the door was a bookshelf filled with an immodest amount of books fitting tightly between each rack. His eyes slowly closed drifting through the pages, but he fought to keep his fatigue at bay.

Joran, meanwhile, had no books by his door. A flickering, animated display of lights colored his eyes,

characters in almost regal gowns and suits that glimmered in the stage light walking past the screen, not looking directly at the camera or him. He was covered behind the thick, sheep blanket, only his combed back hair and gleaming eyes peeking out.

The TV characters were fictional; they had no understanding of the world outside of them, merely thoughts in the minds of talented writers, played out by actors like puppets, only there to be paid, and only the most talented actors with brilliant accolades were hired to play these characters. It was all for the advertising of these shows; the makers wanted to rake in as much money as possible, and if this meant the show going stale, it was the price to pay for money.

These TV characters were in a fictional reality where the Sun rose and set at will, when the rain drizzled and the tornadoes hummed and heat kissed the pavement to set the scene of a grueling detective story or a thrilling superhero epic. Joran saw through this, and he only watched these TV shows on a slow Thursday night when there wasn’t anything quality anyway.

Rasheb, in the morning, walked into the kitchen, his toenails catching on the marble floor, sat on the kitchen counter and finished reading the book. For breakfast, he had an omelet with ketchup, and a small side of vanilla greek yogurt. His red motorcycle helmet sat beside him like a friend patiently waiting for his return, a reminder of a life he abandoned.

Joran, cast in a blue-white glow under a dim basement lamp, worked on a small red metal plate. The molten steel surrounded him in the form of a viscous white gas, engulfing him and his work. From the toxic cloud came orange and yellow explosions, quick needles of light poking through an impermeable storm. The faint, familiar sound of a motorcycle rolling down the road to his house approached, and Joran stopped his work for the day.

An explosion rattled the office landscapes, rifts forming in the makeshift trenches in the office room—fallen desks and chairs—bullets whizzed back and forth, as somewhere far away, pawns were traded back and forth, and the white queen advanced to the a square, checking the black king. Two sleek, shiny black loafers slipped off a pair of feet, settling under a desk. A man wearing a gray suit climbed away as bullets drilled through a knocked over sofa with a brown leather cushion, slipping behind a wall.

He pedaled around the wall in his polka dot socks, trading bullets. In the same chess match, in a rented-out school gym in Germany, white released its queen and knight, preparing to deliver a quick checkmate. The vehement shrieks of warm flames echoed through the crowded halls; men in white suits tripping past the man in the black suit, making their way down a steep staircase. A smoky crimson bike crashed through the blazes, bursting into the industrial battlefield engulfed in glorious flames, zipping next to the man in the polka dot socks.

It was the paramount spy and the paramount vigilante, standing in the midst of a paramount catastrophe, the shrill crowing of the growing inferno shaking the room. Men seated in black suits shuffled through the flames, arms out as if immune to the piercing heat of the conflagration. The crimson-clad man and the battle-worn agent held their ground, backs facing each other. In the same chess game, the black king and queen also faced heavy attacks from a pair of bishops, the closed game quickly opening up.

Joran: a professional, charming spy looking to do as much good as he can. Guy Red: a man donning scarlet in honor of his mother, seeking a better life and a new identity for himself. Sivas Myrton: a man looking to win the chess tournament happening at Erlain’s school and bring glory to his school’s name. Tyris Erlain: a man with similar ambitions, playing black, facing heavy opposition by the stacking bishops and a queen.

The energy in the chess board Erlain and Myrton were playing on seemed to emanate across the globe to the States, to that wrecked office by the coffee shop. Guy Red deployed his grappling hook, grabbed Joran by the arm and flew across the office, hurtling away like a queen dashing through an open file.

Joran leapt around the office, throwing his fists, his form darting like an imperceptible hawk, punches landing in precise timing. He leaps over a burning cubicle and slides under a swiveling chair, like a knight clearing up a claustrophobic middlegame before the queen joins it to deliver a slippery checkmate. The familiar guttural hum of a scarlet red motorcycle climbed over his back, a breeze of wind brushing through his dreads. A checkmate was decided in the school gym and in this office calamity: Erlain won in the chess match; the discerning agent and the effervescent crimefighter won in the office.

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Paralles | Chapter 10

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Characters: OC! Violet Grace Dawson, Luke Patterson, Julie Molina, Carrie Wilson, Bobby Wilson, Reggie Peters, Alex Mercer, Flynn nolastname, Willie nolastname, Nick Danforth-Evans, Dirty Candy

Guideline: Sunset Universe is the universe in which Sunset Curve is famous and Violet is friends with Carrie, Julie and Flynn. Candy Universe is the universe in which Dirty Candy is more famous and Sunset Curve has broken up.

Song(s) used: Boy Bye - Emma Bale

Warnings: I wrote this after watching Ginny and Georgia, so.... I added Marcus Baker as a character don’t @ me. Minor anxiety.

Words: 4,231

The second Violet woke up the day after her date with Luke, her phone started ringing. Glancing down at the screen, Carrie’s picture smiled back at her. Violet chuckled, not surprised that the girl was FaceTiming her at this moment and immediately picked up.

Before Violet could even greet her best friend, the blonde girl attacked her with the important question. “How was it? Tell me everything!”

Violet chuckled as she sat down on her bed with the phone angled in front of her. “It was so amazing! He took me to this fancy Italian restaurant called “Figurati Italia”, which I’m pretty sure means “Imagine Italy”.” She sounded dreamy and resembled a lovesick puppy. It scared Carrie a little as the girl droned on and on about how chivalrous and amazing Luke had been on the date.

“He did say something about a blind date you guys had set us up on…” Violet continued after minutes of dream-talk about the date. “What’s that about?”

Carrie swallowed harshly. Being reminded of that mistake made the guilt well up in her stomach. “That was – uhm…” She searched her brain for the right words. “Violet – other Violet – was so in love with Luke and the boys knew Luke had a minor crush on Violet too, or at least they thought he did. So, we set them up on a date, before the whole Sunset Curve thing blew up. When they realized what we had done, Luke kinda laughed in her face and told her he’d never date her…”

Violet’s jaw dropped. “What an asshole!” she snarled. “And you let me go out with him?!”

“I’m sorry, Vi! But this is different, this is – this is to get you back!”

Violet chuckled, her second of anger switching out into worry. “And what if that’s not how we get me back?”

“Then we’re just gonna have to find another way and in the meanwhile, get you used to this universe?” Carrie suggested. Her stomach felt weird in that moment, like a bad omen, a foreboding that something terrible was going to happen.

The brunette girl nodded her head slowly, trying to wrap her mind around the idea of being here. Forever. She wasn’t the Violet that used to live here. She was nothing like her. Or at least, she didn’t think she was, judging from the stories she’d heard. People would notice, at some point that she wasn’t who they knew her to be. There had to be a way to mislead them. To learn to be the Violet they knew.

“Do you know if Violet had some sort of diary? Just so I can get a sense of what she was like, how her brain worked and stuff?”

Carrie pondered over it for a moment. “She did have this songbook she used to write her songs and thoughts into? I believe she hid it in her nightstand.”

Violet immediately dove towards the white nightstand and opened the first drawer, finding a bright blue fake leather notebook with ‘VGD’ embossed in gold on the front.

“I found it…”

Curiosity rose within both girls. Carrie had never been allowed to look into that unless it was a song Violet was willing to share. Though she knew there was more in there than she was allowed to see. Violet’s biggest secrets, her deepest thoughts. They were all stored in there and now, the girls were granted a free pass into Violet’s mind.

“What’s in it?” Carrie asked.

“Songs, mostly,” Violet replied as she browsed through the notebook. She halted at a song titled ‘Homesick’ and as her eyes scanned the lyrics, she could feel every single feeling her parallel self was feeling in that moment. Her eyes halted at the date that was scribbled at the very top of the page. “Care… Around what time did you set her up with Luke on that blind date?”

“Uhm…” Carrie hummed as she pondered about the question. “I’d say around March 2018 or something.”

Violet’s heart dropped. “Huh…”

“What?” Carrie asked.

“I think Violet may have written a song about him,” she mumbled, but Carrie heard her, loud and clear. “It’s kinda heartbreaking…” Her fingers traced over the stains of run-out ink. Violet had been crying while writing this song. “Luke’s an asshole…”

“That’s no news,” Carrie scoffed.

Violet stared at the paper while the gears in her brain started doing their work. “He needs to pay for what he did… He needs to pay for breaking that poor girl’s heart.”

“And how are you gonna do that? He’s so self-absorbed and obsessed with his fame, he won’t even notice you’re trying to make him pay for what he did…” Carrie reasoned, but to no avail. Violet was already plotting the perfect scheme in her mind.

“Vivi,” her mother walking into her room made her snap out of her train of thought. “Can you go to the store for me, please? I forgot the feta cheese for dinner tonight.”

Violet rolled her eyes at her mother. “Of course, ma, I’ll go in a minute.”

“Don’t call me ‘ma’,” her mother frowned. “And get outta bed, it’s past noon!”

The girl managed a smile. “Sorry, mom. I’ll go in a minute.”

Her mother shot her a smile before turning on her heel and leaving her daughter’s bedroom, letting Violet and Carrie to their conversation.

“I hear there’s a super cute new bag boy in the store around the corner,” Carrie informed with a smirk. “Total cool guy. Guitarist and has a motorcycle.”

“Huh,” Violet hummed as the gears in her brain started working yet again. “I do have a thing for guitarists, don’t I?”

“That you do,” Carrie agreed.

Violet chuckled before saying goodbye to Carrie and getting off her bed. After throwing on some fresh clothes and doing her makeup, Violet left the house for the store with the scheme unfolding in her brain. The new bag boy would be the perfect pawn in her plan.

Though, when she entered the store and laid her eyes on the new bag boy, she didn’t expect him to be this gorgeous. His sharp jawline and high cheekbones, along with the perfect swoopy brown hair was enough for her heart to nearly burst out of her chest.

“Fuck,” she muttered and made her way towards the cheese aisle. With her mind set on the pretty bag boy, she searched the shelves for the feta cheese and once she had found it, she reached for it. Being in such a rush, however, caused her to take the packet behind it with her, causing it to fall to the floor. “God dammit, stupid cheese,” she groaned to herself as she bend down to pick it up.

A hand bumped with hers as she reached for it, and, when she looked up, she stared straight into Pretty Boy’s light brown eyes. Violet swore they stared right through her soul, baring every little piece of her.

“What’s the cheese done to you?” he asked, chuckling as the two of them got up again, both holding the cheese.

She regathered herself from the impact the boy had on her ovaries and flicked a strand of hair out of her face. “It did what I want you to do.” She confidently said, her lips slightly parting as it had always been one of the many tricks she had up her sleeve.

Pretty Boy’s eyes skidded from the left to the right, trying to figure out what she meant.

Smirking, Violet wrapped her hand tighter around the cheese and, as he was still holding it, pulled it closer towards her, pulling him along until his face was inches away from hers. “Fall for me,” she whispered before letting go and pushing past him.

“You got plans tonight?” he shouted after her.

Violet smirked and turned around, glad her plan was working. “Yep, I’ll be at Red and Blue tonight,” she told him, hoping he’d get the hint. Judging by the smirk that lifted his plump lips, Violet knew she was winning.

“I’ll see you there then.”

And the boy managed to keep his word. That night, when Violet was at Red and Blue with Julie, Flynn and Carrie, the Pretty Boy showed up too. Her breath hitched in her throat as she noticed him approach her.

“You didn’t,” Carrie gasped in Violet’s ear.

“I did.” She smiled at the boy. “Hey,” she greeted when he was close enough.

“Fancy seeing you here,” he teased as he reached for her hand and kissed the back of it like a true gentleman. “I never got your name.”

She went on her tiptoes and pressed her lips against his ear. “Violet Dawson,” she introduced herself over the loud music.

“Marcus. Marcus Baker.” The two of them smiled at one another, causing Violet’s world to stop spinning for just a moment. “Wanna dance closer to the DJ? The atmosphere’s always better there.” Violet bit down on her lower lip as she nodded her head in response. Marcus then led her through the sea of dancing people, holding on tight to her hand.

As the two danced together to the music, Violet noticed Luke walking into the club with his bandmates closeby. His eyes skidded across the crowd and halted when they met Violet’s. He hadn’t even noticed who she was dancing with until he had approached them.

“Hey,” he said, “Who’s this?”

“Marcus,” Pretty Boy introduced himself with a smile as he reached his hand out for Luke to shake, which the rockstar completely ignored. “Okay…”

“You wanna get out of here?” Luke asked Violet, cocking his head towards the door.

Violet’s eyebrows knitted together, “I’m actually having fun, Luke. I’d rather stay.” She looked up at Marcus, shooting him a quick, apologetic smile. “But you can go if you’re not having fun.”

“Oh, uhm… No, I’m staying. You want something to drink?” he asked instead, and Violet could tell he was getting a little nervous.

“Sure. You want something, Marcus?”

Marcus hummed and grabbed Violet’s hand again before guiding her towards the bar, leaving Luke to trail behind them.

“When were you gonna tell me you had a boyfriend?” Marcus asked, his lips pressed to her ear to make sure only she would hear.

Violet chuckled. “Oh, he’s not my boyfriend. We went on like one date and I think he’s desperate for another, but I’m not really that interested.”

“Ah,” said Marcus, nodding his head. “You need me to make sure he knows that?”

Violet smirked. “No, I’ve got another idea for that.” She said and confidently made her way to the stage. Marcus watched as she walked, his lips turned up into a smirk.

She grabbed the microphone on the stand and cleared her throat before nodding at the band, telling them to start playing the song. While the upbeat, bass-driven music chimed through the venue, the girl started swaying her hips before starting to sing with her eyes focused on Luke.

“You thought I'd worry That I've made the wrong decision But I'm moving on way faster than I thought I think I've grown out Your destructive efforts Still you're holding on to all the things we loved”

A soft, yet distinctive guitar riff chimed in at the pre-chorus and when she looked up, she found Marcus next to her with a guitar in his hands and a smile on his face.

“You want me to come back Like I want you anytime Now I'm here with somebody Now it's the sad boy you play out And again I'm falling Yet again that's no surprise Thought I left it behind”

Having Marcus there gave her the confidence to really go for it on the chorus. She started moving her hips to the music while singing the lyrics to Luke, who stood near the bar, watching her and Marcus like a hawk.

“But I don't want this You think I want you back But I'm so over this Boy bye And I'm not homesick You think I want you back But I'm so over this For now?”

The music went back to its bass-driven core and while Violet focused on Luke at the back of the club, Marcus couldn’t keep his eyes off of Violet as she sang. From the moment they had met, he had found her interesting. She was this overly confident, attractive woman and it intrigued him. He wanted to know what she was compensating for.

“Friends keep asking why we're not together So I guess you haven't told 'em what you did Oh You may be sorry It's not better late than never And I think this time I'm glad we called it quits”

As even Marcus grew more confident on the guitar, Violet made her way over to him and leaned on his shoulder. This action made him look up. Neither of them could hide the smile crawling to their lips as their eyes locked.

“You want me to come back Like I want you anytime Now I'm here with somebody Now it's the sad boy you play out And again I'm falling Yet again that's no surprise Thought I left it behind”

She stepped away from Marcus again and for a few seconds, kept eye contact with him until she got lost in the music and let herself go during the chorus.

“But I don't want this You think I want you back But I'm so over this Boy bye And I'm not homesick You think I want you back But I'm so over this For now?”

Her eyes landed on Luke again to see his reaction on her performance. She didn’t like what she saw though. He looked at her in the same way he had during their dinner. The literal embodiment of the heart eyes emoji. It frustrated her, but it didn’t distract her from the song.

“But we gotta stop the playing round The playing round For Gods sake Oh we gotta quit the playing round It's more than we can take Oh we gotta stop this playing round The playing round For Gods sake Oh we gotta stop the playing round It's more than we can take”

“But I don't want this You think I want you back But I'm so over this Boy bye And I'm not homesick You think I want you back But I'm so over this For now?”

Marcus took Violet’s glance his way as a sign to really go at it on the guitar and show off a little. It did seem to impress her as she turned towards him, giving him that same smirk she did in the store.

“But I’m so over this Boy bye And I'm not homesick You think I want you back But I'm so over this Boy bye Boy bye”

She let out a very last hum as the band stopped playing, Marcus included. The crowd then burst out into applause and even the guitar boy next to her clapped for her. Her cheeks heated up whilst she locked eyes with him.

“I didn’t know you could sing,” Marcus said, placing the guitar back where he found it.

Violet shrugged. “Didn’t know you played guitar.” That was a lie, Carrie did tell her that, but it was the right thing to say as it caused Marcus to bare his pearly white teeth that nearly caused Violet to get a heart attack.

“That was hot,” Luke grunted in her ear when she and Marcus approached the bar for another drink.

Violet furrowed her eyebrows. “You didn’t get the hint, did ya?” she asked and Luke tilted his head a little, the smirk vanishing from his face. “Leave me alone, Luke. Please?”

“Wha– Violet?” Before he could say anything else, Marcus had already whisked her away to go and dance on the dancefloor with a drink in their hand. None of it made much sense to Luke, but he figured it was just the new way Violet operated. Maybe she didn’t want to be exclusive. Maybe he needed to try harder.

And that’s what he was going to do.

Try harder.

Violet was almost scared to turn up to practice the next day. Luke would probably hate her for rejecting him and it would make everything awkward and weird. It wasn’t going to end well and she knew that.

When she arrived at the garage, she was proven right. Luke acted cold towards her as soon as she entered the studio and everyone could feel how the warm, comfortable bond they had, had turned ice cold.

“No, Bobby!” Luke groaned for the nth time that rehearsal. “It’s a B chord, not a C chord! Are you ever gonna get it right?!” His voice was thundering through the garage and it startled each and every person in that room.

Violet glanced over to Carrie, who furrowed her eyebrows in confusion. She hadn’t been informed about the conversation Violet and Luke had had the other day, but she could tell something had been off about the two since rehearsal started.

“Luke, calm down!” Alex yelled at the lead guitarist. He did know what had happened between the two and he knew Luke was taking it out on everybody else instead of owning up to it like an adult.

Luke scoffed, “No, Alex! This is exactly why we broke up in the first place! Because we don’t work!” His eyes flicked over to Violet, making her feel like there was a different layer to that sentence. They wouldn’t work either.

“No, you’re just mad because you got rejected!” Alex fought back. At least someone mentioned the elephant in the room. The girls on the sofa gasped and all three of them immediately looked at Violet, who shrunk in her seat behind the piano.

Luke clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth. “Rub it in, why don’t you?” he muttered before placing his guitar on its stand and gathering his stuff.

As he started to make his way to the door, Violet got out from behind the piano and ran after him. “You can’t run out of rehearsal, Luke! Come on! Just because I didn’t wanna go on a date with you, doesn’t mean you have to quit the band!”

“I do though,” he said and turned around. With a few large, but slow-paced steps, he stopped in front of the brunette girl that had broken his heart and hurt his fragile reputation.

“Why?”

Sighing, Luke muttered,“Because I joined for you, you idiot.”

Violet couldn't possibly say anything to that and let Luke walk away again. The feelings she had been feeling for him all this time finally got reciprocated. By a different version of Luke, that is, but still. It didn’t quite matter which Luke said it. She heard it coming from his mouth. The words she’d been wanting to hear for years.

“I am so sorry, guys,” she breathed, hiding her face in her hands. “This is all my fault.”

“It’s not your fault, Violet,” Reggie said, shrugging. “Luke’s just stubborn. He can’t take no for an answer.”

It was supposed to make her feel better, but it didn’t quite. She had ruined any and all chances she had of returning to her own universe just because one version of that guy had hurt her years ago.

“Can we end rehearsal early then?” Alex questioned, coming out from behind his drums. “I got a date with Willie tonight.”

Violet smiled. At least that was a thing here. “Yeah, sure. It’s not like we’re gonna be able to perform at Chubbie’s anyway,” she said, shrugging.

“We’ll get there, don’t worry,” Alex tried to soothe her and placed a hand on her shoulder as he passed her on his way to the door.

“Yeah, we’ll be ready in time,” Reggie agreed as he, along with Julie and Flynn left the garage, leaving Violet with the Wilsons.

Violet shook her head, trying to wrap it around what had just happened. “How can we be ready in time when the gig is this weekend?” she mumbled to herself when Carrie wrapped her arms around the girl.

“I know how to get your mind off of everything,” she said, pressing her temple against Violet’s. “Girl’s night at my place.”

Violet couldn’t help the smile reaching her cheeks. That did sound like a good plan. The best plan, even. It would keep her mind off Luke and the gig and the whole universe thing. It would calm her nerves and anxieties.

Or at least, she thought it would until they arrived at the Wilson’s house. A group of girls stood at the front door, angry expressions on their faces and arms crossed in front of their chests.

“Where have you guys been?” Kayla asked, grumpily. “We’ve been waiting here for over an hour!”

Carrie squeezed her eyes shut. “Fuck, I forgot about rehearsal…” she muttered.

“Rehearsal for what?” Violet questioned, unaware of any gigs that were happening for Dirty Candy. Though, judging from Kayla’s shocked face, there was a gig she should be aware of.

“The gig this Saturday!” she sneered. “A mega-important gig at that!”

Carrie and Violet glanced at each other, eyes widened in complete horror. The exact same day as the gig at Chubbie’s with the boys from Sunset Curve. As Kayla and the girls started yelling at Carrie and Violet, the latter completely zoned out. She couldn’t hear a word of what was said. All she could think about was how she might be stuck here for the rest of her life if she didn’t perform at Chubbie’s on Saturday with the boys.

What if they didn’t show up after that humongous fight? What if that wouldn’t be the thing they had to do to get her back?

The girl’s storming off snapped Violet out of her thoughts, yet she still found herself in some sort of state of shock. Nothing felt right anymore and everything kind of sucked. There was no way she was ever going to survive in this universe if stuff like this kept happening.

“Vi?” she could hear Bobby’s voice in the far distance. “Are you okay?”

She coughed, shaking herself back. “Yeah… Yeah. I’m okay,” she clearly lied but the Wilsons didn’t push further and instead took her inside where the girls watched some movies together.

Within half an hour, Carrie had already fallen asleep and Violet couldn’t bear watching the rest of the movie. Her mind was restless and kept running back and forth over her options and every possible scenario that could happen.

There was only one thing that could keep her mind off everything. So, she hoisted herself up from the couch and made her way to the music room where she took a seat at the piano.

Her fingers grazed the keys, letting a soft melody fly out the instrument. A content sigh left her body as she let the music take her away. It felt nice to let everything out of her system. It seemed to be her one and only escape to her from this crazy world.

“You okay, Vi?” Bobby’s voice shook her out of her thoughts, causing to stop playing the piano. “You seemed a little out of it earlier.” He moved over towards her and sat down next to her. Their shoulders touched and it caused a weird spark to send shivers down Violet’s back. Something she had never felt before.

“Yeah… Everything’s just… a lot, you know?” Bobby tilted his head, urging her to elaborate. “The switching universes, Luke suddenly being into me, the pressure of being in Dirty Candy…. It’s just – a lot… I’m used to being on my own, writing music with my best friends, but now I’m suddenly supposed to be this whole other person…. It’s exhausting.”

A single tear rolled down her cheek, which Bobby caught with his thumb just before it reached her lip. The two locked eyes and for a second, Violet found herself drowning in his eyes. She had never noticed how gorgeous they were until now. The dark brown, the slight twinkle that was in them. She had never seen him up close like this. Her eyes took that liberty to scan his entire face. From his eyes to his nose and cheeks to his lips. Before they could move back to his eyes, Bobby closed the gap between the two of them and kissed her, full on the lips.

Violet was startled, at first, but quickly melted away under his touch, closing her eyes as he deepened the kiss. The kiss lasted longer than it should’ve, but Violet didn’t quite mind. Or at least not until her mind drifted back to Luke and she felt like she was kissing him instead of Bobby.

This caused her to flinch back.

“Sorry! I shouldn’t have…. I’m sorry,” she quickly muttered before getting up and running out.

Though it was a mistake to Violet, Bobby didn’t quite see it like that. If it were up to him, this would’ve happened a lot earlier and could happen a lot more often. He had never admitted it to anyone, but he had been in love with Violet for years. Those feelings had never been reciprocated, so he didn’t act up on them either. Violet was just Violet. Until now.

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Are you still doing request for your 500 followers celebration ? If you are I would like to request Nr 4 “Is there a reason you are here?” With Walter Marshall 😊

Oh wow, it seemed this one was supposed to be easy and short. Nope. Didn’t happen that way so here’s part one of three. I hope that you like it and thats much for participating in this!

Title: The Heart Fate Breaks - Part I

Rating: M

Pairing: Walter Marshall ( Nomis/ Night Hunter) / Reader!

Warnings: ANGST!, Implied Alcohol Abuse, Mentions of illegal activity, implied depression, deception, kidnapping, descriptions of violence, but not completely detailed, loss of pregnancy, and of course smut.

A/n: This is my first attempt at Walter Marshall so if he seems to ooc, then let me know ( kindly please), Also there are gifs scattered through this piece and that is because that is how I am imagining him aging throughout the story. Sorry if seeing other Henry Characters throws you off too bad. If I get too many complaints about it I will take them out. Thanks for giving this a chance

Part 1: The end is always closer than you think:

This had been a long time coming. Fated is a word many would put to it. You’d spent so much time crying over this man, imagining what the reaction would be once you saw him again that you lost many nights of sleep. Nobody knew the hurt you felt when you realized that all of it had been a lie. That you meant nothing to him. A pawn in a lengthy game of chess all to catch someone else in his net.

You met Marshall back when you were both young, a 18 year old and a 20 something that was still trying to figure out the world. You a young idealistic type, determined to get away from a bad home life and he came in as the bad boy, riding his motorcycle, leathered up, a chip on his shoulder ready to prove to the world he was bad ass, but one look at you and he softened like a stick of butter.

Flashback:

It had been a typical Friday night. It had been one of your first college parties at least as an actual student. It had been a night of being deemed the Freshman-Fresh Meat and it seemed everywhere you turned some frat was trying to paw you in some misplaced sense of entitlement. You rebuffed many and sent them away holding your drink in hand. You’d gotten bored as the roommate you’d came with didn’t have the same ideals of coming into the party together and leaving together as your phone just dinged with a ‘don’t wait up’ text message from her. You saw a few familiar faces from your Chem. Class, and after a few moments of small talk, you were ready to go back to your dorm, and would have done except, he walked through the door.

He was the type of guy that made you pay attention to him with his tall stature and natural curls, clearly confident, despite having a baby face he was certainly older, and he somehow commanded attention and respect. It was definitely a turn on. Clearly, you weren’t the only one who noticed him as the sorority girls and other randoms from the party were conveniently finding themselves in his path. You found it interesting that he did it so smoothly, a wide smile and some sort of flirting behavior that got them to move and let him walk through the crowd. Some girlish part of you wanted him to notice you. You wanted him to see you above all the petty makeup and unclothed bodies. It was unlikely to happen so just as you tossed back the rest of the beer from your red solo cup, losing sight of the gorgeous man and settled for tossing the cup in the overflowing trash. You give a few halfhearted goodbyes as you head for the door but in a twist of fate, you trip over something random on the floor, well actually it was more like something was wet on the floor, but you lose even more chances of staying on your feet, by running into someone else who’d been dancing, he turns around pissed but the missing bad boy catches you in strong arms and defuses it rather quickly.

“Can’t let the prettiest girl in the room crack that face can I?”

His ego is evident in his words. It makes your eyes roll and you straighten up. Removing his hands from your hips, you dust off and step back, not letting yourself become intimidated by his height over you. You put on your armor of fake confidence when faced with an undetermined outcome of a situation. At your attempted step back he steps forward, not giving you a chance to avoid his cologne and damn him if he didn’t smell like fucking woods, and warmth and everything you liked. You ignore the errant thoughts of climbing him like a tree and push him back, but his grip only loosens, doesn’t actually release you.

“No but maybe she will crack yours if you don’t back up.”

He tosses his head back, loose curls falling away from his face, you bite a sigh at the jawline again.

“Awe is that how’d you repay a man just trying to help?”

He steps even closer but you don’t move back this time.

“Usually no, but for you I’d make an exception.”

“Here I was thinking I’d get a thank you.”

“And I was thinking I’d get personal space. Do you want me to pat you on your back, maybe a cookie?” You know you sound patronizing, but you don’t care. You weren’t ready to give up the ghost yet.

“ I’d settle for your name?”

You can’t deny the big blue eyes that were trying to form something substantial between the two of you.

“It’s Y/N.”

“A beautiful name for the equally impressive woman in front of me.” He is laying it on kind of thicker than you normally go for, but you find yourself unable to turn him away.

“Shouldn’t you return the favor?”

“ Marshall...Walker.”

He offers you and you say to him,

“ Now that we’ve got past the hard part, I must ask Is there a reason you are here? You know still in my face” noting that he was still holding you lightly, He dazzles a wide smile, sharp pointed canine teeth that screams he wants to make you his prey.

“Maybe I am just not ready to let you go.”

The cheesy line works and you let him take your hand to get another drink.

And so it began...

*End Flashback

He fell into the place as your protector, nobody ever dared to put their hands on you when he was around, nobody in your terrible family ever even let you see the dark side to what they did again. Mostly.

You weren’t stupid you knew they had been dealing and apart of gang activity for years, but honestly it kept you safe from a lot of outside forces, it just didn’t protect you from the inside.

You were in your 30s now. A decade and a half between the first time you met him and now, you’d made peace that you had done everything you could to escape the feeling of being utterly alone in the world. You were tired. You were tired of putting on a brave face, tired of setting your own standards so high that if by chance anyone could connect you to your family they’d know without a doubt that you managed to land a whole field away from the tree.

You’d had relationships since Marshall but despite everything you couldn’t find that connection in anyone else. The colors had faded with the hurt, leaving behind whispers of memories of time you’d never get back. The memories always hurt when they crashed into you. The late night walks along the creeks and bridges, the talks that lasted hours without trying, how he’d been so gentle in being your first, the way he held you in his arms every time the world got to be too much.

*Begin Flashback #2*

It was a warm summer night, thankfully a breeze came across that made the muggy night just bearable. Marshall had hit it off enough with your family that they had basically adopted him into the fold.

Well everyone except your mother, but she didn’t truly like anyone so it was no surprise he shot thinly veiled insults at Marshall, and he took it like a champ for the sake of loving you.

He worked for them, but maintained a job at the docks too, to help them. Having found time away from his job down at the docks to spend what he could with you made you feel above it all. He gave you those butterflies in your stomach, made you feel like you could accomplish anything. Despite him getting into the family business he was only doing that so that he could make enough money to take you away from this life. He’d listened when you explained how your family lived and how you tried so many times to get away but they always tracked you down and dragged you back. They barely wanted you to go to college but you’d let them know that if they wanted you quiet then letting you continue your education your way was the only option. You family had always teased you for wanting more but Marshall didn’t. He encouraged everyone of your dreams and pushed you even when you didn’t think it was possible. His duality was astounding for you to witness because he never let anything happen when you were with him, the epitome of strong, quiet, powerful type, a man of very few words, but you always knew he cared. He made sure you wanted for nothing. So when enough time had passed in your mind, you felt he was worthy of your ultimate prize.

Not a decision to come to lightly but you decided that tonight you would give Marshall what many had been hoping to get from you as a means to controlling you or to say they had the untouchable Princess of the local mob family. So many had wanted for you to choose them but you knew it was meant to be Marshall.

So here you were a warm borderline muggy summer night, spending time just outside the city in the field of a farm in Marshall’s old beat up pickup that he used for transportation, but now cleaned out and blanketed with old comforters and pillows, he’d gotten you away from the chaos of your world, somewhere no one could interfere and ruin it, and made you feel like it was just you and him.

His touches on your body were delicate as he hovered over you, small kisses and few drinks led to heavy petting and an understanding of what you wanted for yourself.

Marshall was it.

Strong hands slide up your heated flesh leaving goosebumps in their wake, folding into your hair, his body pressing yours into the bed of the pickup. Marshall kisses down your neck, peeling the fabric of your sundress off, his following yours, maybe not with the full grace of his hands because yours were shaking, but making eye contact once you lay before him assured you that this was the right choice. The right moment and when he grinds into you, making you hiss and buck into his hardness you pull him down by his curls and kiss him again. Letting him steal your breath away as he always managed to do as he pushes into you, only moments after making you climax on his tongue and fingers, beard burn forming from the stubble he was refusing to shave, from him tasting what you’d been so willingly open to giving him.

“Just breathe. Let me take care of you baby girl.”

You just hold on tightly to the back that has been putting on muscle steadily, as he kisses the side of your face, wiping tears off your skin with such a delicate touch, and eventually the pain gives way to pleasure. Holding his body against yours, thrusting into you, alternating passionate kisses on your swollen lips to your neck and chest, and letting his hands move all over you once he takes note of you calming down. He feels like he is almost too much, but he just keeps encouraging you. You are making pitiful noises but it just encourages his movement. He knows exactly what to say too as your body gives way to him.

“There’s my girl opening up for me. Taking me all in.”

He grinds for emphasis, pushing his thickness into you harder than he had been and then you moan in his ear again. Soon he is steady, but he is driving you mad, with pleasure. You mildly wondered what had taken so long to experience this, but you also know it wouldn’t be like this with anyone but him.

“M...Marshall yes.”

You feel your walls pulsing against the cock inside of you, trying to force the largeness out of forgein territory but he stays exactly where you need him, even stopping as he pushes you both toward a force stronger than both of yourselves.

“You feel so good...”

His words are like honey pouring over you slow...

*End Flashback*

It had been more than what you expected. Past the feelings of just lust, he made you feel like nothing could go wrong in this world. The hatefulness of your world, your family felt like nothing in his arms.

He made you feel like you could do anything.

That had been years ago and now you hated him for it.

You had worked so hard not to feel this weak again but one flash of his picture, years aged came across your TV screen as he received commendation from the mayor had been enough to set you on edge. You don’t know this Walter Marshall.

The longer hair and a thicker beard, he almost doesn’t look familiar, but his eyes. His eyes always gave him away to you. He’d never been able to lie to you with them and his smile.

Turned out those had been the biggest lie of them all.

You’d taken your fair share of losses over the years but you’d also gained. You’d gained a hard earned degree in social work, you’d gained a job that had taken you around the world on missions to save kids, you’d accomplished so much and yet it meant nothing because the feeling of loneliness still persisted. You just purchased a beautiful home far removed from the wasteland of empty feelings and space you grew up in but it had no life. It had no life because that life had been stolen from you so long ago.

So you go out to have a drink, maybe find a warm body to help you forget the way you felt, but somehow 1 drink turned into only one more but for some reason your head was spinning. You’d know this wasn’t you. You could handle your drinks, but by the time you could mention to anyone that it was sinister doings you were hogtied in some weirdo that had been at the bar basement. It was dark, and cold as you shivered against the concrete. The musk of wood and old damp space invaded your senses as the clothes tied around your mouth stole all the moisture from your mouth and you tried yelling to no avail. The basement door opens the weirdo comes down, his heavy weight no match for yours as he lifts you up from the floor, you kick, you scream, you fight, but he manages to drag you across the floor and down a hallway in that same basement that seems to go on forever, the end is a room. This room has a light but you wish it didn’t. The mattress is filthy and stained in various fluids that you don’t want to name. You mildly wonder if this is how you die.

How many had been in this exact same position as he handcuffs you to the gunmetal colored frame and it shakes barely holding onto your weight. You felt your face wet but you almost didn’t register that they were your tears until a raspy yet cold “my pets don’t cry. Unless I make them.”

You have to be shaking by now as the realization sets in that this was beyond simple murder, maybe beyond rape, he intended on torturing you until you thought death was the gift. You screw your eyes shut, memories of one of the other times you felt worse take over your brain and with no distractions as you normally have, you fall in head first to your own personal hell...

Begin Flashback 3

It had been a year with Marshall. A full glorious year of just being with him and him protecting you from your family. He’d sat with you through various holidays, played nice with your brothers and father, while working his way up the ranks to where now he was one of the most trusted in the organization. You never questioned how he did it, only that he came home to you. You’d moved in together about two months ago, against the wishes of your mother who didn’t think much of her daughter. In fact she had it made up in her mind that you thought you were better than them, that you were hateful and spiteful when in reality all you wanted was freedom.

You wanted the freedom to love and do what you wanted, not be judged by the legacy of blood your family left in its wake.

You’d only wanted him and Marshall made sure you knew he felt the same. He had a cold streak that could frighten some of the deadliest men you knew. How one look could shut them down and if it didn’t get shut down he...took care of it. However you two were about to embark on a whole new journey.

Parenthood.

Not that he knew. You’d only just figured it out yourself with a handful of home pregnancy tests and then a blood test with your doctor. You loved your child already and he’d talked about a family with you but the time right now was all off, but you knew the kind of man he was would do what he could for you. It wouldn’t be easy but the motto had always been “together”. It didn’t make you any less scared to be a mom which is why despite your strained relationship with your own you went to her for advice.

The house looked and felt just as it did growing up. A large home full of beautiful things but coldness. The lack of cars told you that the rest of your family wasn’t home, which was exactly what you didn’t want. If your father and brothers found out before Marshall, they wouldn’t care how much money he made them, they’d make his life a story of regret from the day he saved you from a face plant at the party. No you had to break the news, but you needed some advice. So you walk in, following the smell of white diamonds perfume your mother loves, up to the grand master bedroom. Taking off your shoes and the maid, takes your coat.

You almost laughed as you walked into the hallways of the house. Before your family transitioned into major players of the drug scene, you remembered the simpler times of a small house, fenced in porch that your grandma would sit on drinking tea and reminiscing as she told you stories about her childhood. Your mom is actually caring about what you wanted and needed. It had been a simplistic time, blissfully unaware of what your father did, your brother just going into high school, and the care of your mother was probably the reason you were pacing outside her bedroom door now.

You knock on one side of the white french doors and wait for an answer like you were taught to do, sweeping your feet across the soft carpet in small half circles.

“Come in Y/N.”

You smirk and open the door , following the light from her en-suite bathroom to where she was sitting at the vanity, putting the last touches on her full face of makeup.

“How did you know it was me momma?”

She laughs at you, a sharp smile on her face, framed by delicate laugh lines, still beautiful on the outside even if you knew how ruthless she could be with what she wanted. You hoped that the joy of a new grandchild would overshadow that you weren’t married to the father first. That he wasn’t some guy of high standing that she’d envisioned married you off to.

“You’ve been fidgety since you were a child, your brothers only knock if it’s an emergency AND your father was here, which considering what he has going on today home is the furthest thing from his mind. Honestly it never is even or normal days dear, but never the less I know you well enough that you aren’t here for just pleasantries.”

So you sigh and look down into her eyes, only because she was still sitting down, but you still felt like a child. Magically, it takes her only a minute and 17 seconds before her eyes widen and she looks at you.

“Oh my goodness *Your full name Here* you are pregnant.”

At her words you drop to your knees at her feet, much like a small child she lets you put your head in her lap as the relief of someone other than your doctor knowing about the life inside of you. She pats your head soothingly and you feel for the first time that she is on your side.

“It’s okay sweetheart. We will be okay, everything will be okay. We can make this go away. Nothing has to change.”

You look up at her this time, confusion filling your eyes and you shake your head.

“No... no that...that’s not...momma that’s not why I care here.”

She looks at you and scoffs, not caring as she stands up.

“Don’t be foolish Y/N. You are still a child yourself.”

You pull yourself to your feet, wiping the tears from your face. Ready to rebel against her thoughts of what you could be and what you were.

“I am not a child mother. I am 21.”

“You are not ready for a child.”

“Is anyone ever really?” You say with an off handed attitude that she clearly doesn’t appreciate. She steps around the chair to get closer to you.

“You most certainly are not. Besides what about all these lofty plans you made for yourself. You are the one who just HAD to go college. We spent all this money for you to go and you want to toss it away by having a child with nobody who can barely afford that hovel you live in much less a whole child.”

Angry she tossed a hand in the air in disbelief of her decision.

“We both do just fine...”

“You do just fine because of us. He works for us. We allowed this to go on for as long as possible because he seemed to keep you out of trouble and more or less distracted. He promised us he would keep you safe, make sure you knew what it means to be with someone in this lifestyle as a true partner, so that when the time comes to let you go to someone worthy...”

“You are lying! You will say anything to get me to do what you want. Marshall loves me and he will love this baby.”

“What did I just say child?! He cannot love you, because if he did he would know this would only hold you back. Your father and I have so much to show you, to give you the keys to be comfortable in such ways we never had growing up and you want to toss it away for a glorified errand boy!”

“ So this is just about control. Just like you always do. You can’t stand to see me happy unless you are the one holding the puppet strings. Well you know what...I am done. All of this is done! Marshall and I raise this child and will be everything that you hoped we failed at. I promise you will never see this child if this is how you view us.”

You turn quickly, determined to get as far away from her as possible, tears in your eyes, you were determined not to let her see you cry anymore. She no longer deserved that part of you.

“Goodbye Mother.”

She says reverting the formal manners she’d paid through the nose for you to develop. She let you get a few down the steps before you hear her race after you.

“Wait! Y/n please wait!”

The pleading tone was new and unexpected for you. You hadn’t heard the tone used for anything other than in childhood when begging your father not to do something stupid. You had never heard her use it in reference to you. She sounded heartbroken and is why you stop. She runs behind you, a step above you as you turn with tears in her eyes.

“I am sorry, Y/N please don’t leave like this. I just worry for you. You are my only daughter and suddenly my little girl isn't a little girl. I didn’t handle it well.”

You turn with a small smile and look at the soft look on her face. Once again not seen much since childhood, but it wasn’t forced.

“ No you didn’t but I guess we can give you a second chance to get it right.”

She wraps both arms around your shoulders and you both let her, touching her hands with a soft pat.

“So tell me, baby doll does anyone else know about this gift yet?”

You feel yourself beaming at her interest, the childhood nickname making you preen, excited that you would have guidance and maybe even get back the mother you’d been missing since you moved into this house.

“No. Actually not even Marshall, I came over hoping you’d give me some advice on how to tell him. I am so nervous.” You say walking slowly because you weren’t close enough to hold onto either side of the railing on the large stairs.

“Oh don’t worry sweetie, I think that will be the least of your worries...”

You turn to look at her but her smile is gone and a strong shove sends you careening down the rest of the steps, terror fills your veins and you panic, your life flashing before your eyes, things you did, things you never got to say. Only sounds of your screams echoing in the foyer. You hear your mother's footsteps as your head spins as you land.

She yells for help, but before anyone can come she leans down and says

“I did this for you.”

You feel the room spinning as you fight to keep consciousness so you could tell someone...anyone about what she did. Just as a maid turns a corner, the front door blasts open with a battering ram. Cops swarm in and you are surrounded, your mother taken to the floor along with unsuspecting maids.

“Help me.”

You manage to breathe out just as you give into the wall of blackness and let yourself fall asleep.

Besides it was more comforting there than knowing your mother had just tried to kill you and your unborn child...

*End flashback 3*

You lost everything that day. Your world shattered on the floor of that marbled foyer and somehow that fear was more than what you felt right now. You wouldn’t give anyone the satisfaction of seeing you cry again. Of breaking you down to that debased state again.

Turns out that wasn’t good enough for your captor. So he provided the physical pain that gave him the tears he wanted. He wanted to remind you that you had no one who actually gave a damn. Maybe death this way was better.

You could be with the one person who hadn’t left you by volition. You were once again facing that wall of unconsciousness but this time you were tired. Tired of life. The amount of energy it took for you to live was excruciating.

Without him.

Downright impossible.

You should know. You’d tried. So through your muffled whimpers as the weirdo finally decides he’s spilled enough of your blood and has reached where he can get it up enough to desecrate you.

He is climbing over you, the smell of hard liquor pouring from his pores and gross breath and he gets in your ear about how beautiful he thought you were as if that was supposed to endear you to him. You wake up just enough not to just lie there you start fighting back and he smacks you on an already swollen pain, but you fight even more. That bit of fight in you, won’t let this man break you. So you pull against the bindings and try to make it so he has no footing but he starts laughing more.

“There’s the fight. You were getting boring dear. Now... now... now... you really got potential.”

You pray for the ending as he grinds on you but another harsh sound comes as his weight disappears and in the red dim lighting of the room you hear and see the outline of a struggle. Two men fighting for domination of the other but you didn’t know who would win, though it seemed your rescuer had some height over your captor. A few well placed punches and a hard kick to the stomach and your result is standing to his feet, wiping his mouth and you guessed handcuffing the weirdo.

“ Detective Marshall, Full breech, victim is alive, one suspect in custody, medical request for full evac on suspect and victims.”

No.

The voice. Your obvious head injuries were playing a trick on you.

He fumbles around the dirty room and manages to find the light switch and it hurts you so your eyes slam shut and squeeze tight as a way to protect you and also so that your mind doesn't have to reconcile the voice to the face.

One of many reasons you went out drinking alone in the first place.

He walks over to the bed and helps untie you and you whimper as the blood returns to your wrists and your eyes open to find Marshall sitting in front of you. He brushes blood from your face, and tilts your head up, finally making eye contact as you begin to get cloudy headed again because despite your conscious feelings about him, your body still knew it was safe.

“Y/N?” He sounds as if he’s seen a ghost, and honestly it probably was like a ghost.

“Marshall please don’t leave me.”

Your torso falls forward onto his and strong arms wrap around you and you finally sob yourself into unconsciousness....

A/n: So as always I am requesting opinions! I hope this wasn’t too triggering for anyone and that you are excited for the next two part which hopefully should be up in the next few days, as they are in the editing stage.

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Weiss Schnee || RWBY

Name: Weiss Schnee

Alias: Ice Queen, Snow Angel

Face Claim: N/A

Age: 18

Species: Human

Special Abilities/Powers: Weiss has the ability of glyphs, which she can use for a variety of purposes in her training as a huntress.

History: Middle child to the Schnee family, Weiss is the youngest daughter, but she does have a little brother. As a young girl, she had a talent for singing and it became common for her to perform at galas and parties. She loved her parents, but her world began to crumble when her father admitted he was only married to her mother for the name. Weiss and her siblings were nothing more than pawns to him, though he liked to pretend that he was a good father when in public. The day she realized she could fight, she began to work on it more and more, which was how she received the scar on her left eye.

The scar didn’t deter her from training, and when she graduated from the beginning academy in Atlas, she made the choice to continue her studies at Beacon. Most of the reason she chose Beacon was to get away from her father and his abuse and she wanted somewhere that would be familiar enough to navigate but not a drastic change in the climate she was used to. Upon arriving at Beacon, she was paired with one Ruby Rose, a huntress in training two years younger than her. She didn’t like it at first, questioning the choice of the headmaster who had given Ruby the title of leader, but over the course of year, she began to open up more and trust the girls she’d been paired with as teammates.

Then the fall of Beacon.

Bloodshed, fire, and fighting. Weiss was right there fighting with everyone else to defend her school - her home - but it was to no avail. When the smoke cleared and the largest Grimm of all was frozen on Beacon Tower, Weiss’ father showed up - acting concerned - and whisked her off to Atlas. Being back home did nothing for Weiss, and she hated the people around her. In her time away, she had learned about what was actually important and the socialites of Atlas only cared about the trivial things. Her father left her alone for the most part, but her brother suddenly wanted to play nice and act as if he cared, a move that Weiss was suspicious of from the moment it began. But she carried her own trauma and fears, her own doubts, and so she brushed the concern of her brother off. She was asked to perform at a charity event for Vale, and she chose a song befitting her relationship with her father. After teh performance, however, things went awry. The useless talk of those around her annoyed her until a woman got very loud about how Vale deserved its attack. Weiss went off, accidentally sending a summoned Grimm at the woman, but the attack was stopped by General Ironwood, who agreed with Weiss and left the party.

Weiss and her father argued once they returned home and her father announced that Weiss was being forced to hand her rights as Schnee heir to her brother, at which point Weiss knew Whitley had hoped for it. Being locked in the manor gave her time to focus and train, until she had her summon complete and asked for help from her trusted friend and the head butler, Klein. He helped her escape and she began her journey to Mistral. Facing obstacles of her own along the way, she was captured by bandits, only to be accidentally discovered by Yang. The girls confronted the leader of the bandits - Yang’s mother - and soon had answers to questions they hadn’t even thought to ask. However, Raven gave them the choice to go to Ruby, and Yang took it, Weiss joining her on her motorcycle and going through the portal to find Yang and Ruby’s uncle Qrow on the other side. They also found more answers with the full explanation on the power of the fabled four maidens.

Being reunited with Ruby and what was left of her friends made Weiss instantly begin to relax, but they had a long way ahead of them. They made arrangements to get the Spring Maiden, but it was thwarted by Cinder and her pupils - along with others who followed the true mastermind behind the attacks on the schools. When Yang managed to get the Relic of Knowledge, the group decided to make their way to Atlas, where the Relic could be protected. Getting to Atlas would prove to be the difficult part, bit Weiss still had conflicting feelings about returning to the place her father had such connections in.

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Master list Updated November 08

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All series are completed Twin Phœnix which is still in progress. Thanks for reading.

James Buchanan Barnes

Twin Phœnix (Biker Bucky AU): In-progress

On the run, two sisters find safety in a small town in California with a close-knit group of friends that welcome with no judgment. Fleeing from their past and hiding from the man that tried to kill them can they actually start anew? Friendships form and as the young woman begin to shed their former selves the past catches up with them. Can the motorcycle club and the men that they have grown to love and form a bond with save them? Will they rise like a Phoenix from the ashes or crash and burn from the mistakes of their past?

Warnings: Warnings: Violence, angst, smut, strong language

Warnings: Violence, angst, smut, strong language

Chapter One: The Rarity of it All

Chapter Two: Breaking the Shackles

Chapter Three: Feel It In My Fingertips

Chapter Four: In All the Ways We’ve Fallen

Chapter Five: Nothing Lasts Forever

My Soldier of Winter Completed

The story takes place after the Accords and revolves around you, the reader. You are the Goddaughter of Tony Stark and his protege. You have helped with the Avengers since its birth and when the Accords were in talks before Steve found Bucky in Romania, you and Tony had a fallout. You could no longer be a part of something that you didn’t believe in. You have helped Steve, Bucky, and the fugitives from behind the curtain you have not seen them and have not met the infamous Winter Soldier. They have since made a tense amends with Tony and a new threat looms in the future requiring the team to unite against the enemy for the greater good. You are in the crosshairs as the successor and ultimately seen as Tony’s daughter and those who want to hurt him are after you. However, you have built a new life for yourself this past year and refuse to speak with him and are not yet fully aware of dire circumstances that you may be in but willing to risk everything to do the right thing. Bucky is your soldier and your protector.

Warnings: Violence, angst, smut, strong language and mentions of torture.

Chapter One: Longing

Chapter Two: Rusted

Chapter Three: Seventeen

Chapter Four: Daybreak

Chapter Five: Furnace

Chapter Six: Nine *NSFW

Chapter Seven: Homecoming

Chapter Eight: One

Chapter Nine: Freightcar

Invidentia Series Completed

After Civil War Tony decided that the Avengers needed a facelift and brought you in. Someone from a long line of military background making you damn near military royalty. Tony had followed you from a young age and knew you would make a perfect addition to your loyalty and quick wit. You put others above yourself. Just what the team needed to mend itself. A year later the team is mended and you’re close to Bucky but how close is too close? Especially when he sees you struggling to break it off with a man that is breaking you. You’ve mended the team and out everyone needs in front of your own. Now it’s your turn to be taken care of.

Warnings: domestic violence and smut. Strong language

Chapter One: Concido

Chapter Two: Secundo Casu

Chapter Three: Extremo Agmine

Chapter Four: Versus Finem

Deserve Her Series Completed

After you broke up last year with your boyfriend he turned abusive and wouldn’t stop stalking you. You work with the Avenger but on the analyst side and don’t live in the tower. You’ve come to work shaken the past few days and the team has taken notice especially Bucky. You and he have become close over the past year. Other than Steve, you are the only one that he confides in and has even let you past his walls.

Warnings: Strong language and some violence. Triggers domestic violence

Chapter One: Deserve Her

Chapter Two: Becoming His

Chapter Three: My Savior

Wasteland Completed

On a mission in Siberia to check a military silo for intel you and Bucky are left with a dead end and stuck in a snowstorm. Things need to get heated to stay alive. Warnings: Smut and Language

Part one

Part Two NSFW

Sassafrass Completed

The newest Avenger is feisty and just what everyone in the tower needs. Everyone that is sav,e Bucky. He’s not quite sure how to take the foul mouth beauty who dishes it out to everyone and doesn’t take his shit. Will she be more than Sargeant Barnes can handle or just or the perfect dame for the job?

Warnings: Language and eventual smut

Chapter One: Sassafrass

Chapter Two: Part Deux

Chapter Three: Third Times a Charm

Chapter Four: Sliding into Home

The List Completed

So this is for #Emsmarvelouswritingchallenge @writemarvelousthings with the prompt

“Quick! Hide behind the sofa!”

I hope that you enjoy this because I had hella fun. Its pretty much smut with a smallllll bit of plot. Sorry, I'm not sorry. MWAHAHAHAHA

The List

Steve Rogers

Abandoned Series completed

When you arrived at the Tower you were quiet and traumatized having been experimented on by an expelled HYDRA doctor. Bucky and you formed a relationship and while you were still learning your powers and just when you let your walls down with Bucky, he abandons you for a year with radio silence from the Avengers. Now he’s back and your not the same innocent little girl that he left behind. He may still want you but do you still want him? Especially when the last person you thought you would ever fall for is the first person you run to.

Warnings: Smut and Language

Chapter One: Missing You

Chapter Two: Stepping Stones

Chapter Three: Cap’s New Mission

Chapter Four: Memories and Misunderstandings

Chapter Five: Breaking the Walls

Chapter Six: Never Alone

Language Series completed

You came to the tower as a shy strategist with no friends and starting fresh in a new city thanks to Tony Stark. With the help of America’s golden boy, Captain America, you were welcomed in the Avengers fold with open arms and had friends and a family now. So what if you could repay him and help him dirty up the perfect image to get some of his friends and teammates off his back, would you do it. Hell yes! This is the story of a girl next door who helps dirty up the all American boy next door all while in the dreaded friend zone she’s desperately trying to get out of.

Warnings: Language (although it’s in the title) and Smut

Chapter One: Learning a New Language

Chapter Two: Language Ma’am

The Three Times You Sang To Steve Rogers completed

Requested by @Shorteststories97

For as long as Steve can remember he’s had to be the perfect soldier and leader to the men and woman that follow him. Never showing weakness and always being the perfect man and soldier. After you have joined the team a year ago you found the perfect Captain but you have also managed to break down his walls ever so slightly and see the real Steve. Will you be the one that can finally let him be him? Not a leader, not a soldier, just a man who may be broken but still deserves the world instead of always saving it.

Warnings: Language

The Three Times You Sang To Steve Rogers

Stolen Choices Completed

Summary: TRIGGER WARNINGS: Domestic Abuse

From a young age, you were thrown into a life that you despised by people that made choices for you. When the first opportunity to make your own arrises would you make the right one? Or would you sign your own death warrant?

After years of having your decisions taken away from you, it’s time for you to take your rights back. It started with going to SHIELD and handing over HYDRA secrets that your husband left behind when he left the county in hiding. Little did you know that Captain America would step in and start making the decisions for you. By SHIELDS orders, you were to help him infiltrate your social circle as your new security detail in hopes of gaining access to your husband.

Just when you thought you were done playing the pawn in a never-ending game of chess it turns out you have a few more moves to make.

Chapter One: Cindered Conscience

Chapter Two: Tarnished Man

Chapter Three: Revelations

Chapter Four: Down the Rabbit Hole

Chapter Five: Staking Claim

Chapter Six: Simply Ravenous

Chapter Seven: Fight Club

Chapter Eight: When It All Crumbles

Chapter Nine: Putting it Back Together

Love is a Verb: Completed

This was a request from anonymous for a Captain America imagine where he is shy and gets a blowjob. I also based this in part on a song by Incubus called Here in My Room.

Y/N is a talented therapist tasked with assisting the World’s Mightiest Hero’s in check. To allow them the opportunity to talk about the horrors seen or just vent about someone stealing their last cookie from the pantry. She strives at being not only a therapist but a friend.

What happens when the lines between doctor and patient get blurred? Especially when the object of your affection is the very guarded and timid Captain America himself.

Warnings: Language, smut, general Steve Rogers Cuteness.

Love is a Verb

Sebastian Stan

Carry you- Completed

Summary: TRIGGER WARNINGS: DEPRESSION, ANGST

A request based on the song Carry You by Ruelle ft Fleurie (Link in Fic)

You and Sebastian's relationship is on the rocks because of your previous agreement to keep it private. You’ve had to watch him from behind a screen and have him deny your status for far too long. Your self-doubt and anxiety have taken over and you are nearly drowning in it. Is it too late for him to save you and carry you through? Can he redeem himself and his actions of putting you in the shadows?

Carry You

Thrice Tipsy

You and Chris had been friends since childhood, you were nearly siblings. Over the span of all of your years with Chris you had known your limit with alcohol and yet it seemed that over the course of your new friendship with Sebastian you constantly ended up drunk. It didn't matter if it was your first meeting or because of him or just a random event, the man always caught you at your worse. He was your friend though, right? Seeing you at your worse really shouldn't matter except well when your drunk you always threw yourself at him and he was ever the gentleman. Always making an extremely awkward morning after.

Warnings: Angst, general swearing, smut

Chapter One: Incident Numero Uno

Chapter Two: Dos...Equis

Chapter Three: Thrice Unlucky

Chapter Four: Suddenly Sober

Halloween Confessions Completed

You have yearned to meet Sebastian from afar for years. When the stars aline and you are hired to do a contemporary dance routine at a Halloween Party that he will attend, will you have the courage to follow through and finally meet him? Tonight is all about Halloween and Confessions….now, where is the bar because your gonna need a stiff drink?

Halloween Confessions

Our Colors: Complete

Sebastian has always had you as his best friend and confident. One night changes it all and he sees you in a different light. Every color explodes around him and he sees you the way that you have seen him for years. What happens in the morning though? Will you still want him or will it be the closure that you needed? As both of you go through the events of last night and come to terms what happens when you come face to face with one another? The true colors will be exposed for the final time.

Our Colors

David Budd (Richard Madden)

Bodyguard Completed

You lived the chaotic life of a celebrity with red carpet affairs, charity events, and notable friends. However, your life is turned upside down when a stalker sends threatening letters and starts breaking into your home. Your friend, Tom Hardy, enlists a buddy from the London's Metropolitan Police department and gets you your own protection detail. What will happen when you fall for the man that is normally reserved to keep politicians safe? He has a troubled past that haunts him deeply and you are currently struggling with the trauma of a stalker and living in constant terror. Can you save each other before your stalker catches up with you and his past pulls him into the deep?

Warnings: smut, violence, smut, angst

Chapter One: Broken

Chapter Two: Heavy

Chapter Three: Putting Your Guard Down

Chapter Four: Failed Missions

Chapter Five: When Darkness Turns to Light

Chapter Six: The Finality of It All

Chris Evans

Pumpkin Spice and Everything Nice Completed

Halloween has always been your favorite holiday, and with the past few years being very hard on you, this one was special. New home, new life. What the hell were you supposed to do when a very handsome and clumsy Chris Evans falls into your bookstore hiding from fans? Do you rescue him or throw him to the werewolves. Tonight is the night where you could dwell on the past you’ve been running from or focus on new beginnings. Which one would you choose?

Pumpkin Spice and Everything Nice

Richard Madden

Masquerade- Completed

What happens when a shy woman gets the chance to go to a Halloween masquerade party and put all her fears aside? The opportunity to be a different person for one evening. When she meets a charming stranger and has an evening unlike any other she thinks that perhaps it can lead to more than one night. When reality comes tumbling down will she stay or run away?

Life is much easier when you can hide behind a mask.

Masquerade

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