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logansargeantsbabymom · 5 months ago

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Too Good To Say Goodbye pt8

Logan Sargeant x Fem!Reader, Lando Norris x Fem!Reader

A/N: First I wanted to say thank you to everyone for all the kind messages I've been receiving, I keep rereading them and tearing up. It lets me know that there are genuine people in the world and that I can take a few days or a week to finish a request. Sorry this part took a bit longer due to the short break I took, I'll try my best to get the request I have out in a timely manner!

warnings: cursing

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A drive to Lily's that normally would've taken 25 minutes depending on traffic only took Lando 10 and I think the way he is flooring it right now has been the fastest he's ever driven in his life. I mean anyone could've easily mistaken him for Max Verstappen in this moment and rightfully so, my bastard of an ex-boyfriend and baby dad is an absolute dick for what he just did.

I get being upset that I'm pregnant and that my boyfriend right now is treating me 10x better than you ever will but actually spoiling the gender for us AND spoiling the fact that I'm carrying twins is on another level of insanity.

When we dropped Yelena off, Lily had told us she wasn't going to be expecting a baby pick up anytime soon. Which by the way, God bless Lily for just being able to drop whatever she had planned for today to be able to watch my kid while Lando and I dealt with baby daddy drama.

The blaring sound of a ringtone is what yanked me from deep in my thoughts. I picked up the phone to look at the caller ID before answering and placing it on speaker "Carlos, now is really not a good time". I said while running a hand over my face to try and ease some tension building up.

"Logan's at my place." Lando's knuckled gripped the steering wheel tighter at the mention of his name.

"Why is he there and why does he need to have a conversation with you present?" I questioned

"He told me to tell you and Lando to meet him here to talk to you but wants me present and he thinks Lando is going to kill him." Carlos started, doubt coating his voice as he talked.

"I FUCKING AM" Lando screamed as he pressed down on the gas pedal harder.

I’ve seen Lando upset and even angry before but what I was seeing from him right now wasn’t either of those, this was pure hatred. Lando was seeing pure red in his vision as he was driving, almost hit a pedestrian (who shouldn’t have crossed but people don’t pay attention to signs).

Now that Lando knows he has to book it to Carlos’ place instead of Logan’s he makes a sharp turn, which could’ve easily flipped the car if you weren’t as much of a skilled driver as Lando is.

"BABE! I KNOW YOU'RE MAD AND ALL BUT DON'T CRASH THIS CAR AND KILL ALL 4 OF US!" I screamed as I grabbed ahold of the center console

Something about the fear in my voice as I screamed at Lando seemed to get through this barrier of red he had coating him and he seemed to ease up on the steering wheel and drove a bit more safer.

Arriving at Carlos house, we were greeted with Carlos standing out front. Lando and I got out of the car and started making our way to the front door of Carlos' luxurious house while Carlos started walking towards us, meeting us halfway.

"Ay, I talk to Logan. He meant no harm pero I think he did. He is in the living room." Carlos said as he patted Lando's tense shoulder before turning his attention to me. "I'm so sorry Logan did what he did. I feel so bad but just know that I'm here for you with whatever you need." Carlos added while he pulled me into a hug.

I've always loved Carlos' hugs because of the level of comfort they always brought was just unmatched. If you're sad, have a Carlos hug, if you're happy, have a Carlos hug, if you don't want a hug, have a Carlos hug. Moral of the story: a Carlos hug can fix everything. Well, almost everything.

"Thank you Carlos, I really needed that hug. I just-" The sound of glass breaking is what caused me to stop mid-sentence and I turned to look over at my boyfriend, only to find him no where in sight.

My heart dropped to my feet when I was met with no sign of my boyfriend and all I could hear from a distance was arguing. Carlos wasted no time in spinning on his heels and running into his house and into the living room where all the arguing was taking place.

"I DON'T UNDERSTAND WHY IN YOUR MIND, YOU THOUGHT IT WAS OKAY TO SPOIL A FUCKING GENDER REVEAL BY POSTING IT ON INSTAGRAM AND ON TOP OF THAT SPOILING THE FACT THAT WE'RE HAVING FUCKING TWINS!!!" the voice of Lando booming louder as I inched closer to Carlos' living room.

"I DID IT BECAUSE YOU TOOK EVERYTHING FROM ME! YOU TOOK MY BABY, MY LIFE, MY GIRL, YOU TOOK IT ALL! I HAVE NOTHING TO LIVE FOR!" Logan shouted in rebuttal, his face contorted in a way I've never seen before and his skin as red as a tomato.

When our eyes locked, I could see Logan's eyes soften but when he opened his mouth to say something, Lando cut him off.

"I DIDN'T 'TAKE' YOUR GIRL, I SHOWED HER WHAT IT'S LIKE TO LIVE IN A HOUSE WHERE SHE DIDN'T HAVE TO WORRY ABOUT DOING SOMETHING WRONG WITH HER EVERY MOVE. I SHOWED HER WHAT IT'S LIKE TO BE IN A HAPPY AND HEALTHY RELATIONSHIP, I SHOWED HER WHAT IT'S LIKE TO BE LOVED BY A REAL MAN! I SHOWED HER EVERYTHING YOU COULDN'T AND YOU KNOW WHY? BECAUSE YOU'RE A COWARD!" that seemed to set Logan off because the second the word "coward" came spilling out of Lando's mouth, Logan lunged towards him in an angry manner.

Before they could make any type of contact, Carlos was in the middle trying to set some type of boundaries between them.

"YOU GUYS ARE NOT FIGHTING IN MY HOUSE! LOGAN, OUT NOW! BEFORE I CALL THE COPS!" That seemed to be enough for Logan to walk away but not before stopping in front of me, his face so close to mine I could feel his breath against my skin.

"I hope I never see you again until your fucking funeral, slut." Logan walked away brushing his shoulder past mine as he did.

I knew Logan felt some type of way towards me since I left him while I was pregnant and refused to give in to all his promises of being a better man for me but hearing those words coming out of his mouth hurt. I always hoped we would be able to work it out for the sake of Yelena but after what he said, I don't know if we can, even if I wanted to.

Everything after what Logan said was blur, I don't remember him leaving, I don't remember Lando running after him and Carlos after Lando, but more importantly, I don't remember my legs giving out under my weight and me collapsing to the ground.

All at once everything started to hit me like a semi-truck. The pain in my knees after the fall, the ache in my heart but also the excruciating pain in my abdomen.

"BABE?! BABY ARE YOU OKAY? CARLOS GET THE CAR STARTED! WE HAVE TO TAKE Y/N TO THE HOSPITAL!"

The whole car ride to the hospital had to be the worst 15 minutes of my life. Every bump or sudden brake of the car increased the pain in my abdomen by 10. At one point it literally felt like there was an elephant sitting on me, restricting my oxygen intake.

When we finally arrived, Carlos quickly parked in front of the ER doors before rushing inside. Less than 30 seconds after running into the hospital, a group of doctors and nurses came running outside with a gurney.

Seeing them, Lando swung the car door open and quickly got out, allowing them better access to get to me.

Getting transferred from the back seat of the car to the gurney hurt just as suspected but they quickly rushed me in so they could evaluate my symptoms to tell me what's wrong.

No matter how much pain medication they gave me, the pain was still too much to bear.

"Do you want us to give you something to sedate you?" The student doctor said. She sounded genuinely hurt at hearing how much pain I was in.

"YES! PLEASE, I CAN'T DO THIS ANYMORE!" I screamed and I watched as she grabbed the vile of liquid.

Just as the student doctor was done giving me the sedative, I heard the doctor come in.

"So, unfortunately I've got some ba-AH NO! WHAT DID YOU GIVE HER?"

"I- Uh, Gave her a sedative?"

"YOU'RE NEVER SUPPOSED TO DO THAT WITHOUT CONSULTING ME! THE SEDATIVE IS GOING TO DO MORE HARM THAN GOOD!" that was all I heard before slipping into unconsciousness.

After I fell unconscious and was of no use, my doctor made his way to the waiting room to have a talk with Lando in order to figure out the steps going forward.

Once Lando locked eyes with the doctor, he shot up from his seat "Doc, how is she??" Lando asked as he searched the doctors face for answers.

"Unfortunately your girlfriend has a rare condition that affects the babies called Monochorionic Twins, which is where the babies share the same placenta and amniotic sac which can cause tangling of umbilical cords, imbalance of nutrients, blood and problems to other vital organs. Your girlfriend also has a history of major bleeding, vomiting and dehydration during pregnancy which also puts her at risk. We have to operate to save them, the babies have a 25% chance of survival and would have to be in the NICU for many months whereas your girlfriend has a 75% of surviving with minimal damage to any part of her reproductive system. " the doctor started, he tried to look and sound as sympathetic as possible.

"What are you saying Doc?" Lando asked, his breath and hands shaky and his knees trembled beneath him.

"You have to choose who we save, your babies or your girlfriend."

Again, thank you guys so much for the overwhelming amount of support I've received in the past few days. I appreciate and love each and every single one of you guys and I hope you enjoy this part.

Unfortunately this series is coming to an end soon but I really don't want to say goodbye to it yet.

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thewritersofdeceased · 3 months ago

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what if Jojo tried to get the delancey's and race to get along? especially Morris and race.

inspo ; @local-ginger-snap @a-chain-to-twirl-it aaand myself because I control both race and the delancey's account- >:D

This idea could go well, or it could go terrible. Jojo couldn't tell as her mind spun in circles. Trying to figure out if getting Racetrack to trust the Delancey's would go to plan. Weeks, almost a couple months now, JoJo had befriended Morris Delancey, the older between the two brothers. Somehow, she befriended the teenager, and she didn't understand how. That was a weird story to think about. Befriending Morris of all people. The enemies between almost every Newsie. The two brothers who wouldn’t befriend anyone in the entire world. It felt weird. The young teen had told both brothers to wait by Central Park, a spot where he hoped nothing could go wrong. But with a blonde boy with a short temper and the others boyfriend, maybe something was bound to go wrong.

Almost everyone knew of Racetrack’s temper when it came to the two brothers. Of course Race had a temper with them. He'd drown those two if Jack didn't stop him. If Jack gave him permission, the blonde would beat those two brothers to a bloodied pulp in the streets. Jojo and Albert both knew this. A shaky breath escaped the dark haired boy as he led the way, keeping quiet. He only hoped the blonde wouldn’t do anything to set off the older Delancey, and everything would be fine. “How much longer until we get theeeere?” A whine escaped the blonde as he walked in the back, his thumbs pressed into the front pockets of his jeans. “Not too far now, Race. But you gotta’ keep our promise.” This made a groan of annoyance escape the blonde. “Yeah, yeah. No arguments. I got it.” The blonde grumbled, reaching to take ahold of his loved one's hand. Albert and him had been together for a while now, but they weren’t too big on PDA. Sure, Race was a huge physical touch person, but it’s the 1880’s.

A soft sigh escaped Jojo at the blonde’s answer, nodding her head. Waiting ahead by a fountain were the brothers, one taller than the other of course. Jojo had taken note of the two. Morris didn’t often pace as much as his younger brother did, he’d rather bite his nails or pick his scabs. Jojo took note of how the sound of multiple footsteps only turned to their own. She knew who had paused. Both Race and Albert. The blonde had his silver-blue eyes narrowed, just at the sight of noticing the two Delancey’s. “Race-” Jojo went to speak, pausing in her steps and looking at the blonde haired boy. Albert was rather silent amongst this all. Sure, he hadn’t had good experiences with either Delancey in the past, but his words did seem to cut through to Oscar. “Jojo, my dear, sweet, younger sibling.” Race went to speak, almost bound to take a step towards the younger teen, but Albert had placed a hand on his chest, almost like a warning. “Why are they here.”

The blonde’s tone was partially cold, but he wasn’t directing that anger towards Jojo. He’d done it once, he didn’t want it to happen again. Race had felt so guilty when the two fought over Jojo befriending Morris. Of all people, the enemy, as Race declared them. “Look, look- Morris’ has been the one paying for our food at Jacobi’s, Race.” Jojo’s tone was calm, as to not set the blonde into an upset state of mind. Now, Albert knew how Race could be. It’s why the blonde had stopped fist-fighting the Delancey’s, but had started to try and fight in the fighting rings. Which.. The ginger hoped the other would. Those rings were dangerous, and quick-witted too. Sure, Race was fast, he’s seen the kid run, but it didn’t mean that the guys Race fought were stronger.

“Tesoro- It’s the Delancey’s-!” Race went to explain, but Albert’s glare shot down his explanation right after. There was a groan of annoyance that once again escaped the blonde, resulting in him leaning his head back and letting out a sigh. Don’t get annoyed, don’t get pissed, and sure as hell do not punch either of the brothers. Jojo’s brows were furrowed, a frown on her face as she continued to lead the way once more. The older brother was still pacing back and forth, at least as far as the fifteen year old could see. Morris could never stay still. Far as she could remember, that was. “Morris, Oscar!” The younger, yet taller teen called out. The sudden calling of both their names resulted in both brothers to look towards who had called their names. Morris had given a slight, SLIGHT smile. Yet it wasn’t a harsh or fake one. Yet genuine. “Ain’t it the only nice Newsie I know.” Morris commented, his brow raised slightly seeing how quiet Race was.

Oscar had his arms crossed, looking between everyone now. He knew his older brother had his brass knuckles secured tightly into his pocket in case anyone tried anything. Looking to Albert, he had given just a small nod, one of saying hello without being verbal. That was fine, Albert knew of Oscar not wanting to set his older brother off. But it wasn’t long before Morris spoke with a teasing tone towards the rather quiet blonde. “Somebody caught his tongue?” He questioned, earning a scowl on Racer’s face. “Don’t get him started, Morris.” JoJo warned, shaking her head as she looked between everyone as well. “We’re not trying to start any fights today. I’m trying to get you two to get along without murdering each other.” She explained, shaking her head and moving slightly out of the way. She was still in the middle of the ginger and blonde, just now between them rather than in front.

“Now, that ain’t no fun… you know that.” Morris hummed before crossing his arms and keeping a calming look on his face once more. “Now, how exactly are you going to get us to get along?” He questioned, raising a brow slightly. Of course, Morris didn’t think he had a way to befriend Racer. Nor did Oscar. The two brothers looked between the three newsies, both standing side by side. Ocar however, was avoiding eye contact in order to keep himself quiet and calmer. “..I didn’t figure that out yet. Look- I know you four, specifically Race and youse, Morris, hate each other. Hell, me and him argued about it before. You remember that.” She explained to the shorter, yet older male. Who only hummed in acknowledgement. He and Racer were practically glaring daggers at one another, violence held in their eyes. “Yes. I do.” Morris would reply, nodding his head slightly. “So that’s why you’re trying to get us to befriend one another?”

The ravenette questioned, his eyes never leaving the Italian’s silver-blue ones. Oscar had remained quiet, watching the situation through partially narrowed eyes. He was merely listening, occasionally passing glances to Albert, in case both Morris and Race would try to start a fight. Thankfully, it seemed like they weren’t. “If that makes sense, yes. I’d rather two people I know be friends rather than constantly try to fight and kill each other.” Jojo explained, motioning between the two boys practically ready to tear each other apart if given the chance. She only prayed and begged that they wouldn’t. This had to work. There had to be a way to make sure Race nor Morris would kill each other. As the group grew quiet, Oscar spoke up with a calm tone. “Well, he hasn’t beaten the living hell out of us since the argument.” He explained, motioning amongst himself and his brother, who now was much more relaxed.

“So maybe we all can get along if we try.” Oscar continued to speak, but he wasn’t too loud on his idea. It had caught JoJo’s attention however, earning a slight grin, not large yet not too small either, to form onto her face. “Well, that’s a good thing.. We all just have to try.” Slight noises of disapproval escaped Racer, but they were silenced quickly by Albert’s glares. “Knock it off, Antonio.” Was all from Albert before Race had taken a slight step towards Morris, his eyes narrowed, almost like he was ready for a fight. It resulted in both Albert and Jojo stepping up incase they had to grab Race’s arms and hold him back from decking Morris straight in the mouth. But he didn’t do that. The blonde reluctantly held his hand out, looking away in order to keep himself from sounding harsh. “..truce.” He’d grumble out. Morris was rather surprised. Wiping his hand on his vest before even thinking of taking the blonde’s into his own, Morris with hesitation took the Italian boy’s hand, giving a firm handshake. Race knew the ravenette wouldn’t shake his hand if he spat into it. After a couple seconds of silence, Morris spoke firmly. “Truce.”

#newsies fic #newsies story #delancey brothers #Oscar delancey #Morris delancey #Albert dasilva #Racetrack Higgins #jojo de la guerra #RP story #stories based off rp

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claireandacat · 1 year ago

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CB’s brain dump. What even am I talking about?

You know those burner instagram accounts that try to impersonate a celebrity or some fan account? Yeah one just tried to message me.

So I thought this account was a friendly fan account, the kind that post pictures and montages of a particular celebrity or fictional character or sometimes both. My account is private because I got an ex that likes to be nosey. This person had to request to follow me and their account was private too so I had to follow them back. Only to find there was zero followers and posts which is my dead giveaway of a spam account. They tried to message me a couple days ago and I unfollowed them. But yet in the back of my mind I thought this is a brand new fan account I’ll give it a chance. Nope. I guess this is the millennial way of scamming folks now? But we millennials (and some of Gen X) and onwards are tech savvy and can kinda tell if it looks fishy or is.

You know often times we hear of old people getting scammed and they drain their bank accounts for this fake person that will never show up. Or the scammers call them demanding they pay for something in gift cards and if they don’t pay something bad will happen. When I worked at a grocery store I often heard from customer service that someone tried to go in and withdraw their life savings and here came customer service explaining to this person to hang up and that who they’re talking to isn’t legit. They are often very thankful and would give us a card thanking us. I wasn’t in the customer service department but oftentimes the cards were hung on the employee bulletin board for all us to see.

Heck my grandpa on my dad’s side (God rest his soul) almost fell for a publishers clearinghouse scam. My dad and step aunt had to go in and investigate for him.

At the Urgent care I worked at we would often get these calls starting with “please don’t hang up…!” About donating money to the police? Like sir this is a medical facility that is owned by a corporation. I had another call from some people claiming we were some people we associated with (like a cleaning company or something) and wanted to talk to not my clinic manager, my district manager. They knew her name. THEY KNEW HER NAME! Just the first name but still that’s creepy.

I put them on hold while I tried to get ahold of said district manager and they hung up.

I could get into that AI is taking over scam calls nowadays and making very real sounding hostage situation calls. I know my mom is freaked out about that so now we have a family code word.

No I’m here to get my frustrations out about things I don’t fully understand and maybe whoever the heck reads this might not understand these things either.

What do people who scam do with their lives? How do you live with the fact that you’re scamming people and stealing their money? How does one live with that on their conscious?

I left the urgent care I worked at because of corporate policies that gate kept patients because I couldn’t tell them whether or not we can see them for that because that was considered “turning people away”. Imagine all the piss I took when someone waited a bit, paid for their visit and then they were told that we couldn’t help them. I was done. Place was driving me to the brink of insanity.

Do these people have lives? I imagine they don’t if they’re catfishing people to send them money to the point of cleaning these people out. They don’t have a life so they find someone to make a false reality with. These people need Jesus.

There is a special place in purgatory for imposters, thieves, cat fishers and scammers.

Another thing I do not understand is exes. 5 years ago I broke up with my first “real” boyfriend. We had dated for 8 months but looking back I was questioning my feelings on the relationship until something told me to leave him. Thank the lord I left his ass because when I would look back and reflect on that relationship, there was so many red flags I disregarded. I should’ve left when he said I love you on the second date. THE SECOND DATE. Or the time he went out of town with his family and didn’t tell me because he was afraid…? Or the time he would forget about some of my boundaries. Red flags galore.

I cut off ALL forms of contact with him when I dumped him. First it was so I wouldn’t be tempted to do what I call stalking and judging basically a form of bullying and that’s not good for you. Second was he would often talk about his ex when we were together. She too, cut him off and he was apparently sad about that? So I took a page from that girl’s book. Plus I didn’t want him talking about me to whoever he dated next. Like nope.

4 years pass with blocking this guy. I basically have thrived since that relationship.

This previous summer I get a text from a number I don’t recognize but I can see their Apple avatar (or whatever the heck you call those Apple wannabe emojis with your face?) I read the text and my stomach drops. Mr. Love you on the second date ex wants to chat because it’s been awhile.

DELETE the guy deserves no attention from me

Plus what part of 4 years ZERO contact said hey let’s chat?! Like I’m an old childhood friend.

Months pass by and it’s late November-December. Work is CHAOTIC. All those sickness that usually run rampant like colds, strep and flu are in full force. Everyone and their mother is getting seen at the urgent care I was at. Like there was nights I didn’t get out until 10pm (the place closed at 8) so I was busy and also depressed and had another stressor in my life

Unfamiliar number texts me good morning for like a few days straight, thinking it was some MLM or scam.

I delete it and move on with my hellish work day

Finally it texts again and this time I decide to ask who they are.

The ex I cut off. Texting good morning like I’m some friend. As if zero response from the summer text didn’t tell him anything.

Blocked. Goodbye. There’s a reason my breakup song was So long dearie from Hello! Dolly.

To anyone going through a breakup, you are strong, you are loved and you will get through this rough patch. Do not go running back to your ex even if you still have feelings. It will just hurt you more.

Relationships really change a person. Somehow I had trauma from this one. He never laid a hand on me but he was anxiously attached. Thinking about him was like nails on a chalkboard I couldn’t stand it. It took me 3 years to finally reevaluate and recover enough to go back into the dating pool. It took 4 years to not cringe looking at Spider-Man any thing. I couldn’t even watch a Marvel movie until last year. I will not step foot into an AMC theater and i absolutely will not ever watch Shape of Water again. It’s amazing how those things are just ruined for me because of a cringy relationship.

I came into writing this post with expectations to write about things I don’t understand, like scammers. I realized that didn’t have much depth to it so I talked about another thing that annoys me and here we are to an adhd brain dump of a post.

I hope you enjoy my rambling.

#lifestyle blog #my thoughts #autistic things #autistic women #ramblings #rambles #i dont get it #i dont understand #scammers #scambaiting #venting #personal vent #what is going on #what is this #random thoughts #adhd brain #brain dump

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t-memoirs · 2 years ago

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Part 1

We found out that my older cousin was having an affair. With my other cousin’s boyfriend. Not even two weeks after her wedding. It also came out that she’s doing drugs...

Her husband tells her parents and their kids what he found out and that they have two months to find a new place to stay. My uncle’s demeanor changed completely over the next month. He was embarrassed at what his daughter has done, he was stressed that he needed to find a new place to stay, etc. Just not as happy and fun like he normally was. A month and a half later, he passes away from a heart attack.

My mom and aunt step in to help her with funeral services. They meet with a funeral director, set up a date, etc. My uncle is able to pay for his own funeral with the money that he has in his account. The issue is that he has a daily limit on what he could spend, so his funeral was paid in increments. My cousin was holding on to the card, but sends a picture, so they can buy his urn and nameplate online. They tried on two separate days to order online, but it exceeded his daily limit. Keep in mind, his urn was probably around $100 give or take. They figured she paid off the rest of the funeral. (It comes out later on that she decided to treat herself to a wax, got her nails done, etc.) A few days later, the funeral director calls my mom, asking for the rest of the payment.

My cousin ghosts them. She’s not even at home. She comes back, pays the rest of the funeral, and ghosts them again. My mom and aunt are frustrated at this point since they’re figuring out the rest of the logistics, like flowers and food. Her younger brothers were in charge of finding the florist, but she was supposed to pay using the card. A day or two go by, my cousin is still MIA. Still not answering anyone’s calls.

Two days before the funeral, the funeral director called my mom and aunt, asking for my uncle’s suit. In my culture, you have to buy a new suit for the funeral. They finally get ahold of my cousin and she says that the suit is at the dry cleaners and she “doesn’t know when it will be done by” I literally laughed out loud. The cleaners give you a piece of paper saying when it would be done... and you could have easily told them what it was for and that you needed it by a specific date. But question of the day: WHY is his BRAND NEW suit at the dry cleaners to begin with?

The morning of the funeral, she shows up with the suit. The funeral happens. We grieve. But as one looks around, you can tell that certain things are missing or half-assed. There were no flowers at all. She assured everyone that they would be here at a certain time, but it turns out she never followed through and paid for them. The plates and utensils were leftover from Chinese New Year (we’re not even Chinese) or had winter decor on them. But what really set my mom and aunt off, besides the ghosting, was that he was wearing a suit that he already had. The suit he wore to my grandma’s funeral.

My aunt tells my mom to get the box of cards, just in case someone finds it. Low and behold, the same night, she texts my mom, asking for the cards. My mom tells her to pick it up at the family party. My mom and aunt decide to split the money from the cards between his two underaged grandchildren. Essentially leaving my cousin’s two children out, but only because they’re both over-age with jobs of their own.

A few days later, they’re waiting for her. She never shows. My mom and aunt express their concerns to my other aunt (her mother) and that’s when all hell breaks loose. The next morning, she sends my mom and aunt multiple, long, and erratic texts with multiple cuss words. Basically saying that nothing was her fault. You can’t cuss out your aunts and expect no repercussions. I genuinely believe she was coming off whatever drugs she was taking and that’s why she was acting so erratic.

Her reason of dry cleaning his “brand new” suit is because “that’s what she does when she gets new clothes” Even though we knew that it was an old suit.

Her reason of not having flowers is because her brothers were supposed to take care of it. Even though she had the card.

My aunt is absolutely fed up with her shit at this point. She tells her that now that my uncle is no longer alive, she is no longer apart of the family.

The screenshots of my cousin’s texts go around. They’re both done with her. She’s blocked. Her mom is also blocked. My mom explains to my cousin’s sister what happened and even sends her screenshots. Time goes by, her sister makes up BS excuses and doesn’t answer my mom’s calls. It’s obvious she’s taking her sister’s side. My mom no longer reaches out.

More than a month goes by and it’s time to send out my wedding invites.

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modgirlyreposts-revamped · 2 years ago

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How many accounts of Maurice's has that practice of CTW Funtime Freddy's gotten banned

It's happened enough times that whenever his channel's down for like a day or something, he always comes back with a community post that's something like "hello everyone! sorry about the channel being down for a day, my boyfriend got ahold of my phone again, anyways new video later tonight! <33" lmaooooo-

#asks #answered #valleyfthdolls

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siempre-bucky · 2 years ago

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HI KRISTI MY LOVE!!

can i request prompt 36 (driving with the car windows down, singing loudly to a favorite song) with eddie please!

Eddie Munson x Reader

Summary: Eddie takes you for a drive in your newly fixed car and puts on the driving mixtape he made for you.

wc: 682

a/n: hello my love!!!! I hope you like this and thank you for requesting. so like i was thinking about the song i would want to sing along with Eddie in the car to and 10/10 its something about the sunshine from that starstruck movie even tho it's not an 80s song :')

“It’s ready, sweetheart,” Eddie told you over the phone. You could barely make out the words over the roar of the shop but the excitement quickly began to rush through you. You screamed into the phone, not even offering him a “thank you” or “I’m on my way”, just screams of joy.

Your baby: a beautiful blue convertible mustang, was the light of your life next to Eddie. Your uncle gave it to you as a gift a couple of years ago and it seemed no one was able to fix it besides your boyfriend and the guys at the small shop he worked at. It was finally driveable after many cracked piggy banks and drained bank accounts. “My baby’s ready!” You shouted to your family as they lounged in the pool. You quickly tugged on your denim shorts and striped t-shirt, “I’ll be back.” Lucky for you that the shop was a short walk or an even shorter jog from the public pool.

“Hey, sweetheart,” Eddie greeted as he tied the arms of his navy blue coveralls around his waist. You waved, trying to contain the excitement as you walked over to him. “Ready to see her?” he asked, wiping the oil off the side of his face with the collar of his Dio t-shirt.

Your car sat in pristine condition under the cloth tarp, ready to be shown off to the world. “Please,” you squealed, covering your mouth with your fingers.

Eddie laughed at your excitement and unveiled your car, turning it on with the keys already in the ignition. It simply purred, a sound you’d been dying to hear for months. “Eddie, it’s wonderful,” you sighed in relief as you hugged him.

“Runs like new don’t she?” The owner, Harold, belly laughed as he walked out of his office.

“She’s perfect, I can’t thank you guys enough,” you grinned. Your smile got even wider when a light bulb went off in your mind. “We should take her out for a drive!” you exclaimed, looking up at Eddie and grabbing ahold of his bicep.

“I can’t leave work, babe,” he told you.

Harold hummed and shooed Eddie with his dirty red rag, “Ah, none of that,” he scolded, “let your girl take you for a drive, it’s a nice summer day.” He didn’t have to tell you two twice, Eddie placed his hand on your lower back and guided you to the driver's seat. He opened your door before hopping in on the other side.

The wind was blowing through your hair, the warm sun heating up your skin and you felt totally content. “I got something for you,” Eddie said as you hit the open road of Hawkins, seeing how fast she could go. He pulled a cassette from his pocket.

“You made a driving mixtape?” you giggled, taking a quick glance at it. Eddie nodded and popped in the tape. A loud gasp ripped through your throat as the Go-Go’s played loudly over your speakers.

“This is just for you sweetheart, you’ll never ever catch me singing along to this shit. This is your tape,” he yelled, putting his hand on your thigh.

Yeah, that didn’t last long, you looked over at him and poked his arm “Can you hear them?” you sang loudly, earning a long eye roll from his pretty brown eyes. “They talk about us… come on, Eddie! You know the song!”

Eddie shook his head and you scowled playfully, feigning hurt. A whine escaped his lips as your lower lip protruded, your eyes got bigger and your eyebrows knitted together. “They have no shield…no secrets to reveal,” he sang softly, avoiding your stare and looking up at the puffy clouds.

“Do it once, please, please!” You begged as the final chorus rolled around.

Eddie, no matter how much he would protest, would always do things that made him uncomfortable just for you. He looked at you and sang along loudly, your laughter through the chorus made it all worth it. Eddie gently grabbed your hand and pressed his lips to the back of it.

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson oneshot #eddie munson blurb #eddie munson fanfic #stranger things

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yamagucji · 4 years ago

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How they treat their injured s/o

em request. “hey uhm i sprained my ankle badly today and i was wondering how tsuki, sakusa and tendou would do when they found out that their s/o sprained their ankle because im feeling really single nowadays and your account is the only way for me to not feel single fjfjdjd but uhm i hopw you can add in some speckles of angst ✨✨ ofc there should be fluffs to hehe” -anon

pairing. tsukishima x gn!reader, sakusa x gn!reader, tendou x gn!reader

note. i didn’t get to work on this as much as i wanted to bc i wanted to have it out in time! i hope you still like this all the same </3

Tsukishima

“how clumsy”, he’ll say, with a taunting look on his face

yes this beanpole is gonna tease you for it to hide the fact that he’s mildly worried

he’d just keep teasing you to no remorse tbh😿 until he sees you limp/wince in pain

ohhh that’s when he drops the act

if he’s a distance away from you and he’s holding something, he’d quickly set it down and come your way

“ow,” you wince, grabbing ahold of the wall beside you

in a flash he’s right next to you, getting a firm grip of your waist so as to anchor you

“h-hey, take it easy,”

oh so you care me now😾

you sigh in frustration, “since when did you care?”

he’ll look the other way but bring you against his chest, pouting at the fact that he’d been pointed out

“i’ve always cared... idiot,”

“now let’s put some ice on the pain,”

“...okay y/n?” 🥺 mayhaps you’re forgiven

he’ll set you down on a chair and go to look for an ice pack

and he’ll come back in a matter of a few minutes, with not JUST an ice pack, but some snacks and maybe even a pain reliever (if you take them)

“here, no- no, let me do it”

you’ll attempt to do it yourself but he takes the ice pack away from you and instead does it himself

so he’s on his knees tending to your injury, choosing to caress your skin with his thumb

“...how are you feeling?” 🥺💓

and if you say you’re feeling better, he’ll reward you with a genuine smile and maybe even a kiss on your temple

“that’s good to hear, i’m glad”

but if you’re still slightly mad at him from before? he’ll apologize in his own tsukki way

Tendou

aw bless this boy

when you come to him he’ll notice something’s wrong judging by your actions

he tilts his head, “everything okay?”

and as you’re telling him what happened, he’s already got you seated down on a chair and inspecting your injury

“hmm, doesn’t look that bad. but we should treat it incase it gets any worse, okay?”

he’ll get up and leave a big smooch on your nose, probably looking for medical supplies/ice pack as he’s humming a tune

ah he’ll probably hum something along the lines of, “my s/o is injured... and that’s no good... it’s time for their boyfriend to save the day” ok idk how to write lyrics mk

he’ll come back to you with another kiss, “stay still babe, i’m gonna take care of you,”

🥺🤲 hand in marriage rn

he’ll stay with you and force you to rest because he “wants to get better as soon as possible so the two of us can go on little dates,”

he’ll stay... until one of his friends hit him up to ask him to practice or hang out

“ah... sorry but i’ll be back, i promise!”

wait what happened to taking care of your s/o 😐

so he leaves you and spends the next FEW hours away and completely unaware that he’d broken his promise of taking care of you

so when he comes back and sees you limping your way to grab something from the shelves, he feels absolutely guilty

“oy, what are you doing? you should be resting!”

“well i was trying to get this... but i couldn’t ask for help since you weren’t here” 🥺 yes bub speak your truth

best believe he’ll try and make it up to you the rest of the day

he’s been promoted from boyfie to personal butler 😌 jkjk

Sakusa

you don’t tell him about the incident and instead pretend to act like everything’s fine

because it’s... sakusa kiyoomi. it’s natural to think he’ll be very indifferent about your injury or just not be sympathetic :(

so when he meets up with you for the day, he’s completely oblivious to the pain in your body

though, he will notice the fact that you’re walking a bit slower

with slight irritation he spoke, “can’t you walk a little faster? what’s up with you today?”

h- hhhng can he at least sugar coat it😔

“oh... sorry omi! guess i was just a little space out haha” and you force yourself to take bigger strides despite the pain

it resumes to that quiet, peaceful walk, with sakusa staring straight ahead of him and absolutely not noticing the mild limps

until... you trip on the ground, that is

you can’t see it behind his mask but he’s definitely grimacing

“how clumsy can you-” he hissed (not literally😭) until he saw you whine in pain

he takes his hands out of his pockets and hesitantly helps you up, even brushing the dirt off of you yes the sakusa did that

“i’m sorry omi... i wasn’t looking where i was going,”

“tch, forget that. are you okay? why does it look like you’re in even more pain?”

so you go to tell him the truth, leaving the act altogether

“are you serious?” 😾 “why didn’t you just tell me?”

you can tell he’s slightly frustrated with the situation, but that’s only because he feels bad that you don’t trust him enough to care about you

he ditches whatever plan the two of you had and brings you home. he’s mumbling in irritation, all the while keeping his hold on you to make sure you don’t hurt yourself even more

now... be prepared to be pampered with extra care AND be scolded at the same time

sir am i your s/o or your kid,,, pick one 🧍/🧍‍♀️

yk😳 it’s a good time to take advantage of him while he’s going all soft for you

“um... omi?”

“hm?”

“can you kiss it better?” 🥺🤲

he’ll look at you with bored eyes, but it contrasts with the blush that’s on his face

hesitatantly, he’ll run his fingers over your cast and give it a peck

“there, is that better...love?”

call me weak or whatever but that was by far one of the most loving kisses ever given

#tsukishima x reader #tendou x reader #sakusa x reader #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu headcanons

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icequeenbae · 4 years ago

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Desert Flower (m) Ch. 2 | BBH

Pairing: Baekhyun x Reader x Baëkhyun

Characters: EXO and X-EXO (not all of them mentioned)

EXO vs X-EXO dynamics, complicated relationships, angsty, action, smut (as usual)

Warnings: sorta mingling with your ex’s ‘evil twin’, mentions of blood/ violence (nothing too graphic… I suppose), Y/N gets teary a lot(?), explicit content, rough sex, unprotected sex

Word Count: ~13.5k (full), ~3.4k (Chapter 2)

Summary: Baekhyun, your beloved boyfriend of three years, suddenly breaks up with you and disappears from the city in an attempt to protect you. But leaving you alone and clueless means trouble will surely find you. For it is easy to spot a flower in the desert.

Masterlist >> One >> Two (m) >> Three (m) >> Four (fin)

Author’s Note: This chapter is going to be a little different! There’s angst, there’s drama, there’s smut... You will find out what I meant by ‘complicated relationships’ 🤭 Don’t forget to share your thoughts^^

Tags: @blahblahblah-boo @baeklightsx @wooya1224 @baekklove

Chapter 2. Get him back

The day he left you it was pouring, and in your mind, it rained ever since. Hours turned into days, days turned into weeks, and weeks flew by. You did everything on autopilot, without thinking or differentiating between tasks. Everything around you was a grey mess, and you couldn’t maintain a single thought in your head, not one thought that didn’t have something to do with the breakup.

Was it even that? He just left, telling you that it was ‘for your own good’. Asking for no opinions. Frankly, you were angry with him. You would've been furious, but it was hard to tap into your irritation when it hurt so much in your chest. For the first time in your life, you realized that you were gone too far. So far, that you felt like a piece of you was missing now. The one you’d possibly never get back.

You also realized that you belonged fully to that friend circle as well — there wasn’t even anyone for you to talk to anymore, or wallow with, which made your sorry ass feel even more pathetic. Your entire world revolved around your protective boyfriend of three years, and now that he was gone it felt as unsafe as ever. Who knows, maybe it was your sixth sense alerting you as to what was to come.

It happened over a month after your last encounter with Baekhyun.

You were lounging in the campus library, mostly because your weeks of heartbreak caused you to miss a few deadlines, so now you had to take additional assignments to do well at the finals. Having no inspiration, or better yet, no one to hurry to, made you stay there for long hours, barely managing to get one task completed at a time.

The space was almost empty since it was rather late, and looking around you suddenly felt a tinge of nostalgia. Muttering that you should get ahold of your stupid self, you walked slowly towards the tall aisle with your useless book. In the labyrinth, you wandered for a bit, reminiscing of the first interaction with your… now ex? Your first boyfriend? Your first love?

The thought left a bitter taste in your mouth, and you opted for walking further as if surrounded by books you could somehow block your bubbling feelings out.

A strange sound caught your attention.

No idea why, you kept walking towards it, soon stepping around the corner and freezing on the spot.

Only a few feet away there was a couple making out. The girl was pressed harshly into the shelves and grunted, as her partner shoved one hand underneath her shirt to squeeze her breast, and his other one grasped her neck, adding to the obscenity of their misplaced passion. You were ready to flush tomato red and vanish on the spot when you noticed something… familiar.

That side profile.

You would never mistake it for anyone else’s.

Wide-eyed in shock, you almost jumped when the male turned around, dark irises foreign to you. His eyebrow raised slightly as he took in your distress with half-lidded eyes, not even bothering to stop groping the girl.

‘B- Baekhyun?’ You said in such a tiny voice that you barely even heard yourself.

The sound of your book dropping to the floor ripped you out of the stupor, and you turned around. Out of the labyrinth you ran, not even bothering to put your belongings back into your bag neatly. You simply grabbed everything from the table and kept running. The surroundings were blurry, but you could see one thing clearly – his lustful eyes, mocking your naivety.

It hurt too much. Unable to hold your tears till you make it home, you found yourself locked in the stall of the nearest bathroom. The way you cried there was almost physically painful, and you struggled to catch enough air as you did. Nor did you care enough to prevent yourself from making noises. Your whole body was shaking with your sobs, and you weren’t entirely sure you hadn’t gone crazy just then. From seeing what you saw. From reopening the still-hurting wounds and seasoning them richly with salt.

However long it took you to dehydrate yourself with the seeping sorrow, you managed to stop, hiccupping only every now and then. Finally shoving your laptop and notes into your bag, you got out of the stall. Walking up to a mirror on wobbly legs, you gasped at your puffy face and red swollen eyes. Not that you really cared, but it was quite late, so you had good chances of sneaking out and getting home unnoticed.

Unless someone would be purposefully waiting for you to show your face, of course.

You took notice of the dark figure across the hall momentarily after exiting the bathroom. Turning the other way, you increased the pace of your steps, almost breaking into running speed to put some distance between the two of you.

‘Hey,’ a voice called from behind, and you felt a hand grabbing your upper arm to stop you.

The nerve he had.

‘Don’t fucking touch me!’ You barked at him, ripping away from his grasp fiercely.

He blinked, letting go, and you almost hiccupped again at the sight of his hair – even more silvery-white now than when he left you, slightly unkempt (from the prior activities, no less). As he opened his mouth to say something, you beat him to it.

‘Don’t talk to me. Don’t even look at me. You make me sick!’ You spat, wanting to both claw at his beautifully sculpted face and to snivel pathetically again. Instead, you turned around and took off before he gathered himself enough to try initiating a conversation again.

Because… What the fuck was he thinking?

***

You fell ill. It probably wasn’t unrelated to what happened at the library, but you became so feverish that your roommate was on the verge of driving you to the hospital. Three days later your fever finally broke, however, you felt weak and drained and depressed for another week afterwards.

Staying at home, you kept rewinding back to the ‘event’. How could he? Coming back like that, and not even having the decency to not screw around right under your nose. You were repulsed by what you saw, and it was almost hateful how the heaviness in your chest only worsened. The bitterness of the situation added to it – he lied to you, just to be with someone else weeks, or, perhaps, even days, hours after. Maybe all of it was a lie, you didn’t know anymore.

This Baekhyun… You didn’t think you’d ever known him.

The subsequent week you avoided all of the crowded areas of the campus, dreading that you’d have to face him again. It would be impossible to maintain your calm in that case, so you took all of the possible precautions. But what could you have done if he was looking for you?

Upon your following encounter, you failed your attempt to vanish out of his sight the way you did before. It was essentially you walking into a trap, as you headed home rather late after finally squeezing your last important assignment out on paper. Not giving the outside world a single moment of attention, you stopped at the top of the stairs to put your phone into your bag and zip it up.

‘Aren’t you a mystery woman, Y/N,’ the voice almost made you drop your stuff.

You glanced up, taking notice of the murky figure, leaning onto a nearby tree. As he began walking in your direction, you turned on your heels and took off. It felt stupid to run from him like this, but you absolutely did not want to break down in front of him. You wanted to preserve at least some dignity.

As you flew down the stairs, you stumbled and almost dove headfirst to the ground. Thankfully, a swift limb wrapped around you before you could do that.

‘Are you dumb?’ He exclaimed into your ear.

‘Let go of me!’ You writhed in his hold, trying to free your body from the illusive familiarity of his touch.

‘You’re a danger to yourself! What the fuck,’ he swore under his breath, releasing you at once.

‘I told you to leave me alone. Do whatever you want, just stay out of my freaking life, Baekhyun!’ You yelled in his face, fuming from his shameless behavior. Why was he acting like nothing was even wrong with this?

‘Unbelievable. Your twin screws someone over, and you’re the one held accountable,’ he rolled his eyes.

Twin… what?

‘What are you talking about?’ You asked in bewilderment.

‘I believe, introductions are in order. I’m Baëkhyun, nice to meet you.’

***

That was… embarrassing. So embarrassing.

You had no idea there was, well, a live copy of Baekhyun walking around. And even though your ex-boyfriend was secretive, you couldn’t believe he left something like this out. Were you an actual joke to him?!

Baëkhyun said they weren’t particularly close. He explained to you that he hadn’t seen his twin in years, and his friends helped him obtain the little knowledge of his whereabouts that led him here. Thinking he could find Baekhyun by asking around he… got ‘involved’ with a girl or two. Or a dozen, who knows? But, apparently, your reaction the first time you’d met piqued his curiosity. When you flushed at the memory, apologizing profusely, he only said that he found it odd and strangely cute, the way you got upset with him.

‘I’m not as great of a guy as Baekhyun,’ he shrugged. ‘Not that I’m trying to be, anyways.’

You frowned.

After the way he left you, Baekhyun was not at the top of your ‘greatest people of all times’ list either. You could understand why your new acquaintance mentioned this, you had witnessed enough to gather that he was not at all well-behaved. Also, his ways of extracting information… Not very professional, to say the least. But who were you to judge? Now that you’d learned that he wasn’t your ex, you were genuinely ashamed of the hysteria of the past couple of weeks.

But Baëkhyun was different.

When he got your number and promised to text, you didn’t think much of it. You hummed and rolled your eyes – as if that was going to happen. Yet he surprised you by sending a quick message the following week. And then… you just kept talking. Which went on for a while, whilst you’d grown slightly addicted to it. Somehow, Baëkhyun became the only person who could take your mind off of his twin. So, even when you finally went on the long-awaited summer break, you stayed in touch with him. And not only via text – you’d been seeing each other on a regular basis.

Randomly at first – you’d just bump into him somewhere around the university premises, and he’d then suggest grabbing coffee. But as it progressed, you ended up inviting him over for dinner. Partially because you felt acutely lonely with your roommate gone, and partially because… you missed him. It was hard to put a finger on it – you’d initially thought that it was just misplaced longing for Baekhyun that pushed you towards his twin, and it felt so wrong. Almost like you wanted to use him to soothe the ache in your heart that had been bothering you ever since your ex-boyfriend had left.

Yet Baëkhyun seemed so magnetic. He hypnotized you with his blue eyes, which changed from the icy light color to dark, almost black, and were just as sharp as his twin’s. And his sassy smirk – the one he had plastered across his face almost always. Baëkhyun wasn’t warm like Baekhyun, yet there was still something about him that had you walking willingly into his trap. Maybe it was the mysterious glint in his eyes as he looked down at you or the way he sized you up whenever he caught a glimpse of you, like you were his prey. Being alone with him felt both dangerous and exciting, and you kept fooling yourself, basing your blind trust on nothing but his relation to your ex.

You never noticed how quickly he managed to build trust between you. And how you didn’t even know much about him, yet you did tell him a lot. Like that one time, he asked you where you thought Baekhyun was.

‘Wouldn’t I like to know,’ you chuckled, sadness in your voice. ‘He just left. I don’t think he even kept his phone.’

‘I always said he was the dumb one of the two. And to think that he’s the strategist,’ he snorted, splayed on your couch comfortably.

You looked at your hands in your lap, subconsciously calming yourself by playing with your fingers.

‘Stop,’ you shivered as his palm covered your fidgety hands. ‘Stop thinking about him.’

Eyes traveling to his face, you caught a glimpse of the frown that formed there.

And then he kissed you. Out of the blue, giving you no time to think or pull away.

And you let him. Grabbing at the soft leather of his pants, you allowed him to do as he pleased with you. Baëkhyun tasted familiar, though his kissing was anything but – rough and messy, lots of tongue and teeth, making your head spin with flaming passion. You didn’t resist when he pulled you into his lap, or when he ripped your clothes off, item by item. He was not asking and you were not thinking. It didn’t feel like something you should stop at the time. Rather, you thought you would’ve cried had he paused for longer than a second, so you kept clinging to him in response.

The demanding grip he had on your thighs only made you crave it more, lust seeping into your system as you wrapped your arms around his neck and rolled your hips into his. He emitted a deep sound, helping you grind on him.

‘Good girl,’ he gritted into your lips, landing a slap or two on your ass along the way.

As you kept going, your bare breasts grazed his skin, and your panties became soaked and sticky. You were probably flushed rosy red as you chased the tight feeling in your lower abdomen, his eyes hungrily taking in your frenzy. He slapped you again, a sharp hit resonating through you like electricity.

‘Baëk,’ you half-moaned. ‘Please fuck me-’

You couldn’t even believe that you were begging him like that, out loud. But the desperation grew as your body threw itself at him, demanding release.

He moved your panties out of the way, fingers instantly getting wet with your arousal.

‘Such a needy little slut,’ he murmured, making you shiver.

It was all new. The name-calling, the manhandling, the way he bit harshly into your lower lip and tugged at your hair. And somehow, it was exactly what you needed.

He didn’t waste much time to prep you, opting for taking his already hard length out and running the tip between your folds, making you jolt and cry out, nails digging into the back of his neck.

‘Sink on my cock and take what you want. Like a bad girl would.’ He addressed in a low voice, smearing the remainder of your lipstick over your mouth with his thumb. ‘Wanna be a whore for me?’

‘Yes,’ you muttered, and he smacked you on the ass again, emphasizing that you needed to be louder. ‘Yes!’

He let go of your hips, hands resting on your legs, allowing you to slam down on your own. You whimpered at the slight burn but kept going. Moving this fast wasn’t the way you were used to doing it, but all the more exciting for that. Using his shoulders to steady yourself, you worked your hips hard. A sheen of sweat on your chest glimmered as you increased the pace, wailing as his tip nudged at your cervix. He watched you with his dark blue eyes, hands kneading your ass, and filthy mouth guiding you.

‘Squeeze your tight little hole.’

Meanwhile, you struggled to maintain the tiresome pace, yet held onto the sensation of his girth pressing against your walls as he glided in and out of you.

‘Ah fuck, Baëkhyun!’ You moaned, feeling the tickle of perspiration making its way down your abs.

‘I know you’re close.’ He licked his lips seductively. ‘Want me to help?’

‘Yes, yes, please,’ you keened, leg almost cramping from the uncomfortable position.

‘Leave your begging for another time, baby. Like I said, if you want something, you should take it.’

You whined, head spinning at the suggestion. His eyes, expectant, traced the stubborn crease between your brows while you kept rocking your hips. Then, you did the first thing that came to your blurry mind. Your hands reached up to grasp his hair and pull hard, tilting his head back and leaving the long column of his neck exposed for the attack of your lips. Sucking a bruise on it harshly, you then used your teeth to ensure he’d have a bright mark in a few hours. Creeping up his neck and his jaw, you licked at his lower lip, and then into his mouth – like an animal would.

‘Oh,’ he smirked, hands seizing you and holding you down, with him snug inside you. ‘So, my good girl is not as innocent as she seemed?’ He teased, the lustful glint in his eyes boosting your confidence to the level of insolence.

‘Shut up,’ you replied firmly, sliding off of him and flopping backwards to finally get some circulation in your legs. ‘Stop slacking off and make me come, you asshole.’

His eyes flashed at your brazen words. Shoving you roughly until you were flat on your back, he grabbed onto your thighs, dragging you closer to him. Instantly you cried out as he landed two consecutive slaps on your pussy, holding his heavy hard-on at the base. Pleased with your reaction, he did it again, not saying another word before he bottomed out inside you. A new wave of arousal washed over you, and you clenched around him, eyes fluttering shut. He didn’t even think to spare you the morning soreness as he nailed you like an actual whore.

‘Ah right there, right there- oh fuck, Baëkhyun,’ you sobbed, clawing at his flexed arm, when he placed one of your legs over his shoulder and leaned forward, basically stretching you open for himself.

This position made you feel vulnerable, like you had no choice but to take everything he was giving you, but it was what you needed. His every thrust resonated inside, making your muscles clench, and ripping more curses and moans out of you. Even though his pace was rather brutal, there wasn’t too much pain along with it – Baëkhyun knew all the right spots.

Mouth agape, you arched your back in silent agony, and a few more hits of his thighs later came so hard that it almost made you pass out on the spot. The hand over your mouth muffled your scream, and he let your leg slide off of his shoulder, pressing his palm against it to keep you in place and prevent you from closing your knees.

Muscles contracting uncontrollably, you whimpered at his continued thrusts as you became too sensitive from the drawn-out pleasure, tears soaking your lashes by the time he finally pulled out.

Baëkhyun grunted lowly, and you opened your eyes to witness him jerk himself off at the sight of your swollen, fucked out pussy, not even blinking until thick ropes of his semen painted your lower belly.

Despite having just performed a thorough fucking, he lowered himself on his elbow slowly and brushed the rogue strands of hair away out of your eyes.

‘You’re a naughty one. I love it,’ he murmured, positioning one of his hands on your neck as he kissed you deeply. ‘Don’t worry, I’ll teach you how to be in control.’

And so, you let yourself fall down the rabbit hole. And there was no telling what you’d gotten yourself into.

>> Chapter 3

A/N: Whooo, Baёk is here, stirring some kind of trouble, isn’t he? 🤭 Our poor Y/N-ie is walking on thin ice. What do you think of their relationship? Feels a little bit like cheating, right? Technically it isn’t. But still, the darkness is always pretty seductive...

#baekhyun smut #byun baekhyun smut #baekhyun x reader #exowritersnet #baekhyun x you #icequeenbae fics #Desert Flower #exo smut #baekbaёk

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bakugous-bbygirl · 4 years ago

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~Social media boyfriend~

Bakugou Katsuki x F!Reader

There needs to be more quarantine stories. Like come onnn we’re all stuck together anyway. That’s why I’m doing the public justice of giving us more fan fiction that’s current to the times. Please enjoy!

Warning: swearing. That’s it really.

Being stuck at home was really getting to everyone and it was pretty clear. From almost finishing your second year to having to do your third year at home. You didn’t even want to know how your hero course was gonna go. But now everyone is online all the time posting things they never would have if they got to go outside more.

You of course followed almost all your classmates on social media. Mostly twitter and Instagram, everything else was a little too much. You had your fair share of classmate followers so your posts were mostly pictures of everyone hanging out or weird selfies you took while half awake.

After reading one too many fanfics you opened Twitter to see a certain profile you liked scrolling through.

You have no clue why Bakugou had followed you one day but you figured it’s the poilte thing to follow back. After scrolling for an hour though you had pretty much summed up all of his account into a few words

Self centered music guy.

A lot of his tweets were just pictures of himself flexing in his mirror or screenshots of whatever his playlist consisted of with aggressive captions telling people to fuck off or listen to the song. Those pictures of his arms though. Ahh those hit differently.

You had a crush on the blonde since you started your first year however you didn’t think it shift into you calling him your online boyfriend and making constant tweets about him.

Nothing super obvious just the simple like “why can’t he love me back” or “when he learns I’m real it’s a wrap.” And on Instagram if it’s a cute photo of yourself your caption would consist of something like: “once my online boyfriend learns I’m desperate maybe we could cuddle” you know nothing weird or anything.

After scrolling through his twitter you found a old tweet that actually made you laugh. Like it was something actually funny. You figured kiri got ahold of his phone and posted it before Bakugou blew him up. It was a picture of Bakugou on his floor fixing his Grenade bracers with the tweet “he looks so cute all focused!”

You accidentally tapped the like button and didn’t even realize how weird that would’ve looked as you swiped out of the app. You went to your messages to text Mina since she always kept you busy durning these lonely days. “Hey crackhead you up yet? It’s almost 3 in the afternoon”

she replied pretty quick asking how you were and if you wanted her to FaceTime you. And who were you to turn down a chance to talk to your best friend?

After answering the call mina’s goofy pink face appeared on your screen while it looked like she was laying on her couch. “Hello!!” “Hey Mina.” You couldn’t help at smile how bubbly she is while talking to you. You figured her extroverted personality was put through the ringer being forced to stay at home. “Soooo how have you been? I see your keeping your social media pretty up to date with your creepy obsession with your online boyfriend?” You hold up your middle finger as you see her laugh “it’s not creepy. It’s the same as liking a famous person. You guys just don’t get to know who he is.” “Ooooo so he’s famous? That makes it totally normal.” You rubbed at your neck moving the phone from your face so she can’t see the Blush. “Well, kinda, not really, sorta..” you then noticed your phone vibrating that you got a new notification. “Oh hold up, I wanna check this.” “Oh no just ignore me as I try to find out who it is you love so much. I would really like to know someday” you waved her off with your hand going to your home screen, “you will one day. Hush up now.” You scrolled to the top of your screen to see your notifications and saw it was from twitter and it was someone wanted to message you, you played it off as Mina or one of your friends wanted to mess with you about a tweet you made early in the day or something. “What’s the point of messaging me when we’re on the phone?” You went back to the call to see Mina tilting her head like a bird “what do you mean? I didn’t message you?” “Oh, I figured it was you sending me something stupid on twitter. Lemme see who it is then.”

You opened twitter while half way listening to whatever story Mina felt like telling at that moment and noticed the message was actually Bakugou saying “what the fuck” “Oh it’s just Bakugou. Weird he normally doesn’t send me anything” you opened the message just as Mina said “maybe it’s him telling you what you tweeted was dumb or pointless? That’s normally what he does to me.” You laughed and saw he had sent a screenshot of a notification he got from you like a tweet from legit a year ago. You almost died. “Ahhhhhhh shit I gotta go minathanksforcallingbye!” And flat out hung up in her face. You couldn’t believe you were dumb enough to like the tweet. Why didn’t you notice? God you were stupid.

And what’s even worse you already opened the message and he could see you already read it so In a panick you just typed out some half ass reply acting as if you were confused “what? I didn’t do anything to you” you then texted Mina explaining how weird he probably thinks you are. “sooo Bakugou is mystery your online boyfriend and you got caught totally creepin?” You face turned red as you replied “I never said he was my crush!” “you posted on Instagram yesterday that sometimes you scroll through his account and read his old tweets. Get busted y/n.” You threw you phone away from you on the table and layed Your head into your pillows.

You were so caught. Almost all your tweets and posts from the last few months were you thirsting over this boy and showing how lonely you are durning this quarantine. You wouldn’t be so embarrassed if it was someone you were closer too, Like kirishima or denki. The fact Bakugou barely spoke with you durning your time in classes made it feel even weirder. How could you be so dumb to forget your one rule of being a simp. No liking old posts or tweets. Just saving the photo depending on what it is. That rule just got tossed out the window as you pushed your face tighter into the pillow. No way was he gotta think your cute or whatever after this.

The sound of your phone going off got your attention and you reached for it slightly hoping it was Mina with a way to get you out of this. However it was the dreaded online boyfriend messaging you again. “Don’t play dumber than you are dumbass. The fuck is with you liking my old tweets” You really didn’t have the best response so you came up with the best you could. “Mina had my phone. Sorry she was being weird.”

That was so dumb. You both knew good and well that no one was allowed to be around each other since this whole virus came out. Could this day get any worse? Yes. Yes it could shut up.

“Try again.” Was all he replied with but you could hear the smug in his voice. Like no way was he gonna not call you out for this. The only times he did speak to you was when he was being an ass and making fun of you. Or when he grabbed your hips and moved you out of his way. You always loved that because his hands trapped your figure so perfectly but decided it was better to keep that to yourself. You were fully ready to admit defeat. There were no more lies you could come up with on the spot. “alright look, I’m sorry if it’s weird. Honest mistake.” This was your last shot to keep your dignity after such a embarrassing day.

It actually took him a while to reply. You figured he was too busy to entertain your contuinus lies until you got a notification from Instagram saying Ground_Zer0 liked your post. You opened the app to see he liked the picture where your caption was you basically admitted you scrolled through his old tweets because he was your online boyfriend. Before your brain could kick you for posting that bold statement in the first place you got two more messages from him. He had screenshotted the picture and caption. “So gonna keep lying like I don’t follow your accounts” Yep. Mina was so right. You were busted. Nothing much was left to be said. You were caught simping on one of your classmates who was aiming to be the number one hero. Just great.

“You gonna reply or what dumbass” Here goes everything. No reason to keep your lies, nothing much to lose.

“Alright so yeah I’ve liked you for a while now, I don’t know what about you makes me like you so much but I always found you really cool. Your so passionate about wanting to do good it’s almost silly how mean you are to everyone. Your not all that ugly either so that helps or whatever.” You confidence found half way through texting him. Not like he could make fun of you to all your friends and school. He doesn’t seem like the guy. Right?

“Oh.” Oh. That’s all he has to say. What the shit. What type of reply is that! Here you are pouring your heart out and that’s all he says back! This was kinda worse than him laughing! You barely got a reaction at all! “So how long have you liked Me” you took a second to think of the least creepy answer, “I mean since the beginning of our second year, why?”

It wasn’t a whole lie. Like since you had liked him the beginning of last year too. Your heart was beating out of your chest. Your emotions were clearly a wreck. From anger to slight confusion and embarrassment. What if he used this against you for real? Like you could never live down how much you really thought about him and wanted to be around him. It was pretty clear since you layed eyes on him you really cared about him.

“Well, I’ve liked you longer so I guess it’s my job to ask your dumbass out”

“Wanna be my girlfriend you weird stalker?”

You legit couldn’t believe it. You rubbed at your eyes for a good five minutes. Was he being serious? Was it a joke? You couldn’t think straight your head was so fuzzy “OI DONT LEAVE ME ON READ DUMBASS!” “If this is a way to make fun of me it isn’t very funny Bakugou.”

It seriously wasn’t funny. You knew for a while he felt nothing back for you, he never liked any of your posts or made much of an effort to even talk to you when you guys did attend school. He was clearly better friends with Mina since she even got messages from him, even if they were insults you would’ve taken what you could get. No way were you setting yourself up any more to get laughed at.

At that moment you got a FaceTime call from a number you didn’t have saved. You had no clue who it was. Against your better judgement you answered figuring that telemarketers don’t make FaceTime calls. What you got was a grumpy looking Bakugou staring at his screen. You could feel his eyes staring through you. You wanted to throw your phone so far it wasn’t even a joke. “Bout time dumbass.” He was layed out on his bed with a black wife beater hanging loosely on his body. You could tell he hasn’t moved from the bed in a while since the sheets and blankets were slightly messed up. “Now tell me. You see anyone else in my fucking room?” You shook your head in a confused manner, what was that question for? “Okay then. So it’s clear this isn’t a fucking joke. I like your dumb ass. Now will you please be my real girlfriend?” You stared at his face for any sort of sign it was still a joke.

But all you got was Bakugou blushing. Wait blushing? Seriously. That’s screenshot worthy. “I..well..w-wait we can’t even see each other?” You heard him grunt as a smirk appeared on his lips “if that’s your way of saying yes ain’t no stupid virus keeping me from kissing you like I’ve wanted to forever now.” “N-no way! You’ll get in trouble! Or sick!” Your face filled with heat as his words flowed so confidently. Like he knew all this time this is everything he’s ever wanted to say to you. “Did you not hear me? No virus is keeping me from you or getting me sick. Just let me say your mine stupid! I won’t fucking ask again.” “Y-yeah! O-okay I’ll be your girlfriend!” Another smirk tugged at his lips. “Damn straight. Alright get ready I’ll be there soon.” After that he hung up.

“Wait what?! Don’t come! Hello? Ah shit.” You still couldn’t really believe that all this really happened. You just got a boyfriend. After accidentally liking his post. From a year ago. Wow. What luck! You opened Instagram to congratulate yourself by posting the screenshot you had snagged but saw that a certain someone had posted a screenshot of you looking all confused durning a FaceTime call.

The ass screenshotted you looking confused after he asked you if anyone else was in his room. You looked at the caption and it absolutely made you turn red

“Thanks for giving me her number pinky.”

P1nky commented “anytime! Get you some!”

You hate your friends. You do love them. But you seriously can’t stand them.

Thank you all for reading so much! Also thank you for the 100 followers! I appciate it a lot and it gives me more reason to keep writing!

#my hero academia #mha #boko no hero academia #bnha bakugou #bakugou #bakugou katuski x reader #bakugou x reader #bakugou katsuki #coronavirus #covidquarantine #covidー19 #x reader #mina ashido

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coldcaseanomalies · 4 years ago

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Where Is Alissa Turney?!

Alissa Marie Turney was born on April 3, 1984 in Phoenix, Arizona to Barbara and Steven Strahm. When Alissa was 2 1/2 her mother separated from her father and married a man named Michael Turney. Barbara and Michael had a daughter together named Sarah when Alissa was 4.

In 1992 Barbara was diagnosed with cancer and a year later on February 28, 1993 Barbara passed away. Leaving Michael with custody of Alissa and Sarah.

Michael was always very strict with Alissa and laid back with Sarah. Many of Alissa’s friends say the way he treated Alissa was more like a jealous lover than a father. He had video cameras hidden in the vent in the living-room and possibly in other locations of the house, including Alissa’s bedroom. He had a passive recording system on the telephones that would start recording as soon as a call was received or made. He swore up and down that Alissa had a severe learning disability despite Alissa making average grades in all of her classes. Michael would follow Alissa wherever she went and even sit outside her place of work and record her. When asked about why he was going to her place of work he said, “Just to look at her.”

On May 17th, 2001, the last day of Alissa’s junior year of high school, Michael picked her up early between 10:30 and 11am. Before leaving with her stepfather she poked her head into her boyfriend Jon’s shop class and said goodbye and that she’d see him later that day. She ran into a friend in the hallway who asked if Alissa was still going to the graduation party that night to which Alissa said she was. Alissa then got in Michael’s truck and that was the last time any of her friends saw her.

Michael states that he and Alissa went to lunch after picking her up but he could not recall where they went or if they dined in or took their food to go. He states that after they got home he and Alissa got into an argument because she wanted to have more freedoms for the summer and he refused. He says the last time he saw her she was stalking off to her room angrily and he left to run errands and pick up her younger sister, Sarah. Michael left the house between around 12 and 1pm.

Michael picked Sarah up between 5:30 and 6:30, as she got in the truck her father gave her his cell phone and said, “Call your sister, I can’t get ahold of her.” Sarah tried both the home phone and Alissa’s cell phone with no answer. When they arrived home Sarah went straight to Alissa’s room where she found the contents of her sisters backpack dumped on the floor, along with Alissa’s cell phone vibrating on the dresser with a note stating, “Dad + Sarah, when you dropped me off at school today I decided I really am going to California. Sarah you said you didn’t want me around look you got it I’m gone. That’s why I saved my money. Dad I took $300 from you. Alissa.” It did not appear as if Alissa took any of her personal belongings with her which is strange if she really had runaway. Her bank account that held $1,860 remained untouched and her social security number has never been used. Why would she make plans with her friends for that night if she had decided that morning to run away?

Michael did not call the police until almost 11pm on the night she disappeared. Even then, Michael, a retired cop, calmly reported his step-daughter as a runaway. Stating the note that was left, that she had stolen some cash, and headed to California, because she has family out there. He stated that even though he knew where she was, he still needed to report it. No officer was sent to the home to investigate. A week after Alissa disappeared Michael received a call at 5 am that he claims was from Alissa, yet there is no evidence of the recording for this call. The case stayed uninvestigated until 2006 when a man in a Florida prison confessed to murdering Alissa.

The police investigated the mans claims and found them to be false when he could not pass a polygraph and his witnesses to meeting Alissa could not identify her from photos. The case again went cold until 2008 when reports from Alissa’s friends made it to the detectives on the case that she had confided in them that Michael had sexually abused her.

In December of 2008 the detectives obtained warrants to search Michael Turney’s current residence and the residence that Alissa had disappeared from. When delivering the warrants Michael was detained and on his person the police found 2 pistols that were fully loaded, 7 extra loaded magazines, a knife, and a recording device. In searching Michael’s residence the police found 26 pipe bombs, 19 assault rifles, two homemade illegal silencers, and a 90+ page document labeled ‘Diary of A Madman Martyr’, which outlines his plan to blow up the union of electrical workers, his previous employer, in Phoenix, he’s stated that ‘the union’ as he calls it, kidnapped and murdered Alissa because of work environment complaints he made when employeed there to get back at him, and that this was his way of revenge and shedding light on Alissa’s case, also claiming he killed the two assassins that killed Alissa, the men were located and found to have passed before Alissa’s disappearance and not at the hands of Michael. He then planned to kill himself after carrying out his plan. Michael was arrested and tried on the bomb charges and illegal firearms charges. He was sentenced to 10 years in prison in 2010 and was released in 2017.

Michael still refuses to talk to police about Alissa’s case. When asked about the video footage from the day Alissa disappeared he stated, “I watched all 8 hours of footage and there’s nothing of interest.” Yet, in missing persons cases, isn’t any footage from the day they disappeared of interest?

Alissa’s sister Sarah has been fighting for justice for her sister for years. In 2017, Sarah met with her father to ask him questions about Alissa and his response was, “Come to the deathbed Sarah. Then I’ll give you all the answers you want.” Or, if he confesses to police they have to give him lethal injection within 10 days, Sarah was able to capture this in a voice recording on her phone. Sarah took this recording to the Phoenix PD and they told her that since he didn’t confess to them there was nothing they could do. The police told Sarah that she needed the get media attention on the case before they’d present the case to the prosecutors office. Ever since then Sarah has been busy everyday bringing attention to her sisters case. She has a podcast called Voices for Justice where she goes much more in depth into the case with phone transcripts and interviews and much more.

Alissa deserves justice. Her family has been in the dark for 19 years.

What do you think about this case? Should the police be working harder to get answers? Leave your theories in the ask box!

If you have any other cases you’d like to see covered here please submit them!

#Alissa Turney #Justice For Alissa #True Crime #missing person #Voices for Justice #Where is Alissa Turney?

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fightingroleplayers · 3 years ago

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Could you please write out that timeline?

Alright so I don’t have exact dates (I could if I rejoin the Cherp discord but that’s a no from me dog) so bear with me.

Insolent suddenly pops up when cherubplay is about to shut down. I say suddenly because there were talks in the tags and other discords in the community about what to do about this and she was in NONE of them (as far as I can tell because no one has produced any evidence) and says ‘it’s okay I got this’ and just so happens to have a server and everything prepared with her boyfriend the MXRp server host who just so happens to have the open space and free time for this! Whatever under the assumption I’m wrong I’ll say this could be true.

Except things get weird!

Thelle has a history of apparently getting close to people on his projects and trying to get romantically involved (cite the doxxing incident). Well from my understanding Thelle is added to help with the project. If I remember it was shortly after that Rez was added in as a discord mod and insolent suddenly stepped down. Remove the girlfriend and the other developer, become the hero, get the girl. Insolent goes completely radio silent in this time and we ONLY hear from Thelle. In this time from my understanding there is some sort of monetary exchange between TT and Insolent since Hex stated that she was paid.

Now

Thelle sells the site to AKI. Someone who has been notorious for being impossible to get ahold of and he seems to be the only one who can get any communication from them. During this time I’m assuming Thelle started to do his weird stalker thing he does on projects apparently and get closer to Rezzy. Insolent does the ‘Time Bomb’ (which again has been established there was no evidence of it happening outside of Thelle being like trust me). Thelle is now the hero to his Damsel in distress. This is entirely based off of the fact she apparently rejected him later on and this is just where I think it would make the most sense.

And Insolent who was radio silent and dead to the world SUDDENLY comes back into the picture. At the same time Evelyn appears with a Cherp competitor (RPbin) and an entire zip file of callout posts including every member of the Cherp staff. Except Thelle. This is where the theory starts so bear with me because everything else I’ve stated is either fact or I believe has enough evidence to be considered strongly possible.

Evelyn is another account that pops up out of nowhere claiming to do the project and just so happens to choose Thelle to be her ideal host just like the other two sites. Thelle was publicly interacting with them so it makes sense he isn’t in the screenshots despite being a very disliked member of the community. But note that this happens at the same time as Insolent doing the DMCA claim. But it’s okay! Thelle is here to save the day and prevent the site from getting into trouble. Don’t worry he’ll fix it! Playing a hero part because usually with legal stuff comes hard evidence that Hex has PUBLICLY STATED they have not seen any. Kind of suspicious that he wouldn’t give his ACTUAL PAYING CLIENTS any information on a supposed possible lawsuit against them outside ‘trust me’.

Well Evelyn demands to confront TT and that whole fiasco happens. Cool. Except then

Just like someone we know

She vanishes and goes entirely radio silent. Deleting everything without a single word. Then just so happens to be able to get in contact with Aki! Who coincidentally only talks to Insolent who only talks to Thelle! You know, the Aki that no one can find ever? She does it in less than a day and sells the code. Well? Now MXRp just so happens to have a long format roleplay section fully created and ready!

So if Rezzy rejects him what’s the point of Cherp even being there? The girl is gone, the community is mad at him and he has ‘insolent’ on his heels.

Which is right before Insolent goes absolutely crazy and tries to have the site taken down (source: “trust me guys”-Thelle). His Lawyer office shuts down around this time (my theory is to get more money by claiming he has to pay someone new) Now he’s collected money from them for a couple years now and he’s absolutely pissed and so it’s established Cherp gets donations to keep a long term site operation.

Well he just so happens to have this long term roleplay code ready to go now! Amazing just in time! Because if Cherp shuts down for a DMCA request on code that was already paid for where are we going to go? The bright and shiny new section of MXrp? You betcha! Funnel the money into one place.

Except who is Insolent? I can’t find any sort of tag relating to her screen name in the projects that she supposedly helped Thelle with. No mentions of her in any dev logs I can find, FUCK I can’t even find her on the EMPLOYEE RECORDS of the companies Thelle is involved with! I could find his LITERAL ADDRESS in the uk registry based off of his company names before I could find ANY trace of Insolent existing before Cherp. According to Thelle they’ve been long time friends and they DATED! So why is there nothing even mentioning her before Cherp?

#cherp #it’s a quick rundown

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moonlit-imagines · 4 years ago

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Road Trip (Part 1)

Scott Lang x reader

warnings:

a/n: this ended up being really long so i gotta write another part

prompt: scott is back in town!...and out again

part 2

Alright, let’s start at the beginning: you were Hank Pym’s “nurse” for some time, only you weren’t a nurse. You were an agent of some sort, using his old tech to do some favors at ant-size. And you loved it.

But Hank’s daughter, Hope, had some bad news about her boss, which is how you and Scott Lang came to cross paths. You needed another tiny partner for this one, one who specializes in B&E.

“Cool beans.” Scott said after you had finally kissed him, it nearly made you regret doing it in the first place. But this day meant so much to you, because it marked the beginning of your relationship, he was more important to you than anything else. Scott and you were an unstoppable team, there was no doubt about it.

“Daddy!” Cassie shouted as she ran into his arms, you had shown up to his ex-wife’s house for a lovely family dinner, but it didn’t faze you at all. “Is this y/n? You’re awesome!”

“Thanks, Cassie. You’re ‘awesomer!’” You replied with a bright smile, then Jim and Maggie walked over to see the two of you. Truth be told, they were so warm and loving, you felt like you were apart of the family. Within three years of being close to the Paxton-Lang’s, you’d participated in countless game nights, several birthdays, family bowling, and more.

Scott’s house arrest was admittedly rough, but you two managed. You had been living together at the time, and you never failed to remind him that Germany was a bad idea! Well, not bad. Just a little stupid.

“I know, I know, I put everyone in danger and now it’s my turn to make dinner.” Scott leaned down and planted a kiss on your forehead before lazily shuffling off to the kitchen. “Pause the show! I don’t wanna miss anything!”

“Fineee.” You reached for the remote to pause The Office and headed to the kitchen yourself to keep Scott some company. “I don’t want to make you feel bad or anything, I just want you to know that we’re really lucky I was able to convince the feds that I wasn’t affiliated with Hank’s work.” You dragged your finger along the counter, drawing shapes as you frowned at some of your misfortunes.

“I still can’t believe you were able to talk your way out of it. But I’m glad you did, y/n. I’m so glad you did.” Scott discarded the dinner supplies for a moment to give you a hug, remind himself of all that he had gained in these past few years.

Then you two hopped back into trouble with Hank and Hope yourselves, but most of this part isn’t too important to the story, so we’re just going to skip it. What really matters was that the Pym family was doing quantum realm testing on Scott without telling you. You were busy fixing the goddamn fence Scott kicked through when half of the world disappeared just like...that.

“What the hell..?” You dropped the paintbrush on the ground, splattering a bit of paint on your pant legs. What was going on? You pulled out your phone and dialed Scott ASAP—no answer. Hank? Nothing. Hope? Nope. “This isn’t good, this is not good.” You mumbled before dialing Maggie.

“Y/N? Oh, thank god you’re okay!” She placed her hand over her chest and took a deep breath, you could tell she was already a nervous wreck. “Is Scott there?”

“I can’t get ahold of him, do you know what’s happening?” You were starting to panic, too.

“Not a clue. I’m terrified.” Her voice was shaking sufficiently, you were about to cry just hearing it.

“Where’s Cassie and Jim?” You began to clean up your mess just a little half-assed.

“They’re here, we’re all okay.” Maggie nodded and began to pace around her house while you simultaneously ran into yours and tripped over your pants trying to change. “Can you come over here soon? Like now-soon? I just want to, you know, account for everyone I can.” She asked timidly, you really had become family to her.

“Yeah, I’m on my way right now...” You pulled on on a new pair of pants, shuffling them up with one hand. “Don’t leave your house, okay? I keep hearing crashing. Love ya.”

“Be careful out there. Love you, too.” She warned before hanging up the phone and throwing it on the counter. Maggie quickly burst into full-on tears at this puzzling and nightmare-inducing situation. What if Scott was one of the victims of...whatever the hell was going on? What would she tell Cassie.

You decided to call him again and again and again on your way to the Paxton residence.

Hey, this is Scott. Scott Lang. Leave a message...ka-chow.

“Hey, babe, it’s me again. Listen, we’re all a little bit worried right now because of, you know, people suddenly disappearing and shit. So, uh, gimme a call back. Please. I love you.” You rambled on before hanging up and then called him four more times before arriving. Maggie, Jim, and Cassie were all waiting on the porch as you pulled up, they ran up to you as soon as you parked.

“Y/N, you’re okay!” Cassie latched onto your hips and hugged you as tightly as she could. Maggie and Jim were next, hugging you from either side. But tighter than usual.

“Come inside with us. We need to figure out what’s going on.” Maggie led you in by the arm and all four of you squeezed onto the couch to watch the news update you whenever they could. After hours and hours of viewing the TV, the only information you got was that an intergalactic being had just wiped out half of the world’s population. That you knew of.

“Oh, no.” You covered your face with your hand and tears started to flow down your fingers. Cassie crawled into your lap for comfort, but she needed the comfort, too. As far as anyone was concerned, her father was one of the poor souls that disappeared.

“Y/N?” Jim’s deep voice broke the mourning silence of the room. He had been crying, too, I don’t think any of you would stop tonight. You looked over at him with your wet face and wrapped your arm around Cassie as she leaned on your shoulder. “Would you stay the night here? I think we could all use each other’s company.” Maggie nodded in agreement and Cassie looked up at you, begging with those big brown eyes.

“Yeah. Yeah, you’re right.” You nodded and looked back at the bright TV lighting up the dark room. No lights had been turned on since you all sat down. No dinner had been made. No one had even gotten up to go to the bathroom. The sun had gone down and the stars were out and despite the dark turn of events, the night still looked so pretty. So for a while, you just stared out the window.

You stayed more than one night. For a few weeks, you slept on the couch. But you stayed for more than a few weeks.

After the snap, you spent exactly one night at your own house before moving in with Maggie and Jim. You felt bad, but they kind of pushed you to do it. You were family, therefore you had to stick together. So you ended up getting your own room and truly being a family. Once things got settled in the world (as much as they could be), you really got into the groove of the roommate life. You took Cassie to school, got groceries, made dinner, took out the trash, signed permission slips, did it all.

“I miss dad.” Cassie mumbled while you drove her to school. You zoned out after you heard her, thinking about the last time you saw him.

You woke up to the smell of waffles, eggs, and oranges. You made your way down the stairs to find your boyfriend making breakfast to OutKast’s Ms. Jackson. Watching him sing and dance with that spatula was adorable to you. Once you caught his eye, he lit up.

“Hey, babe! Look, food!” He pointed at the waffle iron with a grand smile on his face, you walked forward to give him a quick kiss on the lips.

“I see that.” You smiled as he wrapped his arms around your waist. “Any plans for today?”

“Eh, just a couple of personal errands. Shouldn’t take me too long. You?” He asked.

“I think today’s the day I fix the fence you broke.”

“I miss him, too...” You mumbled back and felt Cassie’s hand rest over yours on the steering wheel.

“I’m glad that you’re still here, though. It kind of feels like he’s still with us when you’re around.” She told you, which made you both smile and tear up at the same time. “You’re one of the best step-parents I could ask for. I have to say ‘one of the best’ because Jim is also one of the best. But I mean it. You’re awesome, y/n.”

So that’s the first part, huh? Where’s all the road tripping? Well, I guess this is to be continued, right?

...Right?!

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porterporker · 5 years ago

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dating peter parker would include...

yo i’m working on some mcsmut™ and the semester is almost over so i’ll definitely be writing more after this week. keep an eye out for that if you’re interested :)

➝ also check out my latest post and let me know which one of those smuts you’d prefer! i’m prolly gonna do all of them but lmk which ones i should prioritize

in the meantime i’m gonna post some shit from an old account i don’t use anymore + i think we could all use this one

-he’s an absolute dork, you’re an absolute dork, it just made sense that you’d get together eventually

-you guys hang out with ned and mj and it’s not weird because you aren’t one of those couples

-you’re both kind of awkward and inexperienced in the whole dating/romance department and you kind of just figure it out together

-he’s always going out of his way to do nice “boyfriend things” for you

-”babe let me open this for you”

“peter i’m your girlfriend, not your child. I appreciate it, but I promise I’ve got it”

-he always swings by your house when he’s “out and about”, just to see you -- even if only for a split second

-you’ve only been dating for two months when he tells you that he’s spiderman

-and by “tells you”, I mean you find out

-seriously, he’s an awful liar anyways, it’s surprising he managed to keep it from you for two months

-you had been in his room, waiting for him to come home so you could surprise him when the infamous spiderman fell through the open window, took one look at you, and muttered, “shit…”

-after you found out, he was so relieved that he could open up to you about it

-you would just lay in bed together for hours and talk about all the cool things he’s seen

-but there was also a dark side

-peter likes spiderman a hell of a lot more than he likes peter parker

-and it breaks your heart

-one time, after a particularly bad day at school, he was being reckless on the street and you got into a screaming match

-“Don’t you understand? I’m nothing without this suit!”

-your throat burned from all the yelling and his voice echoed across the walls as you stood there in silence, tears streaming down both of your faces

-and that was actually the first time you said I love you

-you told him you loved him regardless of the suit, or the powers, or the cool gadgets – you loved him for the compassionate kid from queens

-that was the first time either of you had said the L-word

-and the both of you immediately broke down, wiping away tears and whispering “I’m sorry”s into each other’s chests

-he didn’t say it back for another two to three weeks and you could tell it was really making him wig out

-“Peter, it’s okay. You don’t have to say it back, this doesn’t change anything.”

“No, but babe, that’s not fair to you –”

-he would always call you when he was doing things for tony, and it would really freak you out because “jUsT FOCUS ON NOT GETTING KILLED, YOU NUT”

-when he got back from Germany he invited you out to dinner and gave you some souvenirs from the trip

-he took ahold of both of your hands and told you that he loved you

-he said he was scared to say it back at first but that he wanted to do something special for you when he finally did say it

-your blush was darker than the spiderman suit

-you kissed him across the table in the middle of the restaurant, and then you both were blushing

-one day, you were in gym class with peter and ned when flash came up to you and said, “If you want a real man to show you a good time, here’s my number. Call me.”

-you crumpled up the piece of paper and tossed it on the ground

-when you turned back around, there was practically smoke coming out of peter’s ears. you were legitimately afraid for flash’s life at the time

-“here, ned, can you cover for us? we’re gonna go on a walk,” you’d said, trying to stay calm

-arm wrapped tight around your hip, peter let you lead him out to the hallway

-“What the hell was that?”

“He was just trying to get to you, Peter, that’s all he’s ever trying to do.”

“But he didn’t need to bring you into it – god, what a pig!”

-you rubbed his shoulders and his back to get him to calm down

-“You’re mine,” he whined into your neck. “No one else’s.”

You happily agreed and kissed him on the cheek.

-You guys never made it back to class and ended up getting detention for three days. It was so worth it.

-so, when you and peter first started dating you had “the talk”

-but as the months passed on, you began to rely on each other emotionally

-and it was about nine months of rocky but happy travels when peter was fighting a particularly bad bad guy

-and you were so worried you couldn’t think straight. You paced back and forth in his room for hours before collapsing onto his bed with an awful migraine and tear-stained cheeks

-when you woke up, peter was nuzzled into your back, arms around you protectively

-you cried like a baby, telling him how scared you were and that you can’t just do that, peter!

-and you kissed him with a certain ferocity that hadn’t really shown itself before

-so when aunt may left for work that Saturday morning, and the two of you were alone…let’s just say your migraine was gone, but there were other areas that were in pain

-he really liked being with you physically, it was like exercise but actually fun

-sometimes you would be in the middle of doing the deed and he would just go, “oh my god, I figured it out!” about some random project he was trying to work through in the back of his head

-you’d laugh at him and playfully slap his bare chest, saying, “make love to me, you idiot!”

-and while we’re on the subject, his mix of being loud and whiny and the determination to make you feel good created an absolutely amazing experience for you

-besides that, you two would bicker a lot about dumb nerd things, like who the best harry potter character was and why schrodinger chose a cat instead of, say, a dog or a rabbit or something

-he said mcgonagall, you said hagrid

-he took care of you and you returned the favor

-you’re just two kids trying to figure out early adulthood and navigate your way through life and love

#peter parker #peter parker x reader #peter parker reader insert #peter parker headcanons #dating peter parker #tom holland

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notyetneedcoffee · 5 years ago

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Wrong Number

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: +18 for smutty dirty talk

* * *

“Thank god you answered. I need you to save me.”

There was a long pause. You knew you sounded desperate.

Unbeknownst to you, Bucky Barnes stopped dead in the street forcing several people to weave around him. He looked at the phone in his hand, not recognizing your smooth female voice. The number was not familiar either.

“From what?”

“This team building, touchy-feely conference is going to make me vomit, and if I don’t convince Kevin -” you said the name with distain, “that I have a boyfriend, I’m going to be forced to stab him in the neck with my pen. I like this pen. It’s a Monte Blanc. It doesn’t deserve to be bloodied up.”

The man on the other end of the line chuckled. It was deep and rich. And, completely unfamiliar. You whispered. “This isn’t Joey, is it?”

“Nope, sorry. Name’s Bucky.” Came his amused response. “But I can’t refuse a dame in distress. Anything I can do to help? I’d hate to see you have to resort to stabbings.”

You laughed. Not only did this man’s voice feel like audible whiskey, he was willing to play along. “Really? You’re an angel.”

“No one’s ever accused me of that.”

“Even better.” You smirked. The annoying executive from Palm Springs, Kevin, drifted closer to you. He tried to be discrete, but instead came off as a creeper. You switched to a fake conversation. “I told you, Love, I can’t get out of this. I’m stuck here until Friday night and before you ask, no you can’t come.”

“Is Kevin there?” Bucky asked.

“You’re right.” You sighed, as if answering something completely different.

“Is he close enough to over-hear if you held the phone out?”

“Oh, sure.” You purred.

Damn. His low chuckle sounded like pure sin and caused your crossed legs to tighten.

“Okay Doll, here’s what I want you to do. I’m going to explain exactly why ‘your boyfriend’ wants to be there, and in shock, you’re going to hold the phone out a little. Turn the volume up a touch so he catches what I’m saying.”

You giggled. “There’s a reason I adore you.”

He laughed. “Ready?”

“Oh yes” you breathed, a little heady. Kevin looked sideways at you.

“Come on, Doll, you know you want me there.” Bucky’s voice rumbled through the phone. “It hasn’t been that long, but my cock is aching for that tight pussy of yours. You need me to fuck you senseless. I know it ‘cause I’m ready right now to bury myself in that wet cunt. I want to taste you everywhere, goddamn Doll, I can imagine your honey on my tongue. Let me come and set you on fire. I don’t care if the whole conference hears you scream, cause Baby, when you come all over me it’s the most beautiful sight in the world. I know I’ve wrecked you for any other man, haven’t I? The way you come for me again and again. I don’t think we can survive until Friday. If you make me wait, when I get ahold of you, I’m going to fuck you until we both pass out.”

You didn’t need to fake the flush on your cheeks. His words, his voice, soaked your panties.

It did the job. Kevin blanched, then reddened, before making a quick escape to the other side of the lounge.

“Oh, you are so good.” You smiled wickedly. “Your real girlfriend is a lucky lady.”

“Got rid of him, huh?” He was silent a moment. “Ain’t got a girl.”

You cradled the phone closer, turning more fully to the bar and waved for another drink. “Shame. Good sense of humor. Quick on mark. Great voice. Extra bonus points for the dirty talk. You even came to my rescue. I’d say you’re quite the catch.”

You could hear his breath, as if he were holding the phone very close to his face. Finally, he spoke quietly. “That’s nice, but you don’t know me, Doll.”

“Well,” you rolled the amber liquid around in your glass. “Now that I don’t have creepy dude breathing down my neck, we could actually have a conversation.”

Again, silence stretched for a moment. Background voices became clearer and somewhat insistent, though you couldn’t make out all the words. Bucky’s voice suddenly filled you ear with a clipped tone. “Good luck with things. I have to go.”

The phone went dead. Well, damn.

You finished your drink alone, imagining what kind of man could possess that voice, dripping with smoked honey and filthy words. You blamed your warm skin on the alcohol, but the slick between your legs resulted from that interaction.

Bucky. That’s what he said his name was. Before you could lose it, you saved the best wrong number you’d ever dialed to your contacts.

* * *

“What the hell is wrong with you, man?” Sam Wilson nudged Bucky in the shoulder, earning a glare that would terrify most.

“Something is bothering you, Buck.” Steve Rogers punched the up elevator button again. They’d gone to an emergency briefing and his friend seemed distracted the whole time. “I can tell.”

Bucky just shook his head slightly, frowning. Steve’s head dropped to one side in a clear ‘really?’ expression. He sighed. “I was speaking with someone on the phone when you guys came to get me, and I realized I never got her name. That’s all.”

“HER name?!” Sam grinned. “What, pray tell, were you talking to HER about?”

“Can it.”

“C’mon. Who is she?” Sam beamed and they all piled in the elevator. “If you’ve got her number, you know we can get, like, everything on this girl. We do have spies here, you know?”

“Sam.” Steve warned as Bucky looked murderous. “If Buck wants to find her, he’s got the know how to do it. Let him be.” Then just to dig a little, he added. “It’s not like she could have made that much of an impression. He didn’t even get her name.”

When the elevator doors opened on the living quarters floor, Bucky bolted straight to his suite. Fuck those guys.

All evening he kept staring at his phone. Her number was there. He could call her. Of course, she’d probably be sleeping by now. What time did normal people go to bed? Plus, she was at some sort of conference, which probably meant early morning meetings. Yes, he decided, she was probably sleeping.

He watched another hour of the history channel before the lure the phone had it in his hands. He could just text her.

Sorry I ditched the call so fast. Work.

There, he felt a little better. He apologized. Sort of.

The beep of his phone made him jump. He looked at the words in shock.

It’s ok. Glad you texted. Would still love to talk some time when I’m not tucked into bed, unless pillow talk is an option! Call me after my sessions. 1600 tomorrow?

You answered him back..

I don’t think I gave my name. It’s Y/N, but you can still call me Doll if you want.

Buck smiled at his phone and said your name aloud, tasting it on his lips.

I’ll talk to you tomorrow. ‘Night. B

He threw the phone down, smiling to himself.

He got ready for bed. Sam’s words began plaguing him as he brushed his teeth. He could look her up. It’s not like people didn’t put their whole lives on the internet for anyone to see these days. Even though he never uses any of that stuff, and didn’t even know how, Bucky knew just who to ask.

“Friday,” he called out to the building’s AI as he sat back in front of the big screen.

“Yes, Sergeant Barnes. How may I assist you?”

“If I provide you with a name and a phone number, can you show me if they have any stuff on the internet?”

“Of course.” Bucky spoke your name and phone number. Almost immediately images began to fill the screen. Friday offered a summary. “Y/N, age 33. Born in San Francisco, California. Is a medical doctor with a degree from Stanford Medical University. She is currently employed with the CDC in the city of New York. Five years ago she filed for divorce from her husband only 5 months after –“

Bucky put both hands in the air. “Stop! This isn’t what I was looking for…”

The AI voiced a disturbingly thorough list of information that could be obtained with just a name and cell phone number. He stopped her again. “Friday, is there’s anything on Social Media, stuff she’s shared openly.”

“Of course, Sergeant Barnes.” The screen opened to an Instagram account and a Facebook page.

Bucky stared at her profile picture. He picked up the controller and began to skim through the posts full of dark humor, beautiful smiles, random things around the city, and for some reason, her toes. There were pictures of her toes in the grass at the park, in the sand at the beach, propped on the rail of a balcony. He found it oddly adorable.

He found a short video of her trying to say a tongue twister. There was that voice. This was definitely her. Bucky watched the video clip again. Finally, he went to bed, her voice in his head.

* * *

Your phone rang at 4:02, just as you stepped out of the elevator on the fourteenth floor. “Hello, stranger.”

“Hi, Y/N.” Bucky sounded tentative. “Is now okay?”

“Sure, I’m just getting back to my room. We’ve got a two-hour break before a boring ass dinner with a keynote speaker.”

“Any trouble with Kevin?” He asked.

You giggled. “None at all. In fact, he turned the brightest shade of red. Poor fellow, got all muddled looking. All day he kept stealing glances my way, so I kept checking my phone and subtly acting hot and bothered.”

“You’re mean.” He laughed.

“He’s a jerk, and if his pompous ass can’t handle the thought of a man being more virile that he is, tough shit.” You giggled again. “Besides, it was fun.”

“See. Mean.” Bucky grew more serious. “Didn’t mean to cut you off like that. Just some guys I, uh, work with came up with an urgent matter.”

“At least they didn’t walk up to hear you say you want to bury your cock in my wet cunt.” You purred, smiling to yourself as you kicked off your shoes and laid back on the hotel bed. A long silence followed. “Bucky?”

“Sorry.” His rich voice sounded an octave or two lower. “I’m, uh, it’s just -” He stumbled for a moment before falling silent again.

You frowned, asking quietly. “Did I go too far?”

“No.” His voice still held that deep sexy tone, only softer. “I’m just not real used to hearing such things from a woman’s lips, and -” he took a deep breath, “your voice is like silk. It just does things to me.”

“Mmm, good to know I’m not the only one affected by our conversations.” You purred.

“Damn, Doll.” Bucky chuckled. “I don’t even know you, but I could listen to you all day. And I hate being on the phone.”

You wanted to crawl through the line and see if he looked and felt as good as he sounded. “Well, I sure am happy to have dialed a wrong number.”

“Me too. Uh, who were trying to reach when I got so lucky?” Bucky asked.

“Joey. He’s friend from my building. Both him and his husband both work at home, so I thought of them first. I don’t know why.”

“You don’t have him in your contacts?”

“No, new number and I just had it jotted on a post it.” You stared out the window at the rain pelting down. Your phone said it was nice at home. “So, you’ve got a New York number. Is that home?”

“Yeah.”

“Me too.” You smiled to yourself.

“Where are you now?” Bucky asked. You heard something conspicuously like a bottle of beer – or a soda, but probably as beer – being opened.

“Orlando. It’s a conference on pandemics. Unfortunately, it’s less science and more ‘we all just need to get along’ communication bullshit.” You sighed. “I’m probably being harsh, but there’s better things I could be doing with my time.”

“So, you’re what? A doctor?” Bucky asked, although he already knew the answer.

“Yes. But I do research, not practice. What about you? What do you do when you’re not saving ladies from creepers?”

“That’s pretty much my job.” He deadpanned.

You busted up. Typical.

“I’m - um – you could say I’m in the high-stakes security business.” Bucky answered when your laugh faded away.

“Can’t really talk about it?” You knew a lot of federal agents and private security officers through your work. They didn’t talk about their work either.

“Something like that.” He hesitated.

“Well, then, if you can’t tell me about your work,” You purred, “you’ll just have to tell me what gets your motor running, Bucky.”

“Oh, really?” His chuckle came deep from his chest.

“Yeah, and don’t give me any ‘slow jazz, sunsets and long walks on the beach’ horseshit.”

He laughed, full and light. “But I like jazz.”

* * *

Getting through the conference with a bunch of phone calls and regular text exchanges with Bucky turned out to be much better than the first few days without. His humor was dark and sarcastic. Although you didn’t delve into anything about his work, and you both kept the exchanges fun, you felt like you’d gotten to know him well. How could you feel a closer connection to someone you’d never met, than you did with the last man you dated for two months?

Bucky had sent you a text stating that he would be on a job and unreachable for several days on the night you arrived back in New York. It was sweet the way he wanted to assure you that he would call, and he felt bad he could only text a farewell. You assured him you understood. He called you an amazing dame.

Work the next week barely allowed for time to miss the text exchanges, so much had piled up in your absence. On Wednesday, you were thirty-two pages into the clinical results of a recent test when the phone beside you rang.

“Dr. Y/L/N.” You answered.

“Good morning, Y/N. It’s Rebecca Kim.”

You recognized the name immediately. She was a private researcher and you both served on several committees together. “Oh, hi. What can I do for you?”

“We’ve had a situation,” Dr. Kim used the term loosely. “There’s a potential exposure here. It looks like, damn I’m not certain, but it might be XF3058.”

You froze. It was a designer pathogen, a targeted and weaponized disease. All the information on XF3058 was highly confidential, kept under tight security. “Is it active, or inert?”

“Currently Inert. But the subject shows signs of full infection and he was among the populous. I need help here.”

“I’m on my way.”

It only took twenty minutes to pack up what you needed and catch a cab to Stark Tower. Rebecca waited for you in the lobby. You would need escorting to the top security research levels. You’d only been here twice before. It was like Candy-Land, all the best tech.

The two of you were joined by Doctor Banner. He was a kind man, bright and quick to offer you a smile. “So, you’re here help figure out if we’re all doomed?”

“It’s a targeted pathogen.” You shrugged. “Unless you have the correct genes, we’re not ALL doomed.”

“We just don’t know how many people it could infect.” He nodded.

“My last estimate was .14% of the populace could be potential targets, which is still hundreds of thousands of people on the eastern seaboard alone.” You began reviewing the data.

Nearly seven hours later the computer in front of you beeped, indicating the test simulation finalized. Looking at the report, you jumped up. “Yes!”

“What?” Banner removed his glasses.

“Gotcha, you little bastard.” You pointed at the screen before turning to the other two in the room. “I’ve been running down the genetic signature. This is an old strain. The degradation in the proteins made me think about sixty years. I then pulled the profiles of the known examples of that time frame, and I can say conclusively this is from the Cold War lab of one Kazimir Maksimov. I’ve got the exact genetic sequenced.”

“So, we can engineer an antidote.” Rebecca sighed. “I’ll get the system on it right away.”

“I’m going to take Dr. Y/L/N up to brief the team.” Doctor Banner stood.

You followed him out of the room and up in bright steel elevators. It wasn’t until then than by ‘team’ he meant ‘Avengers’. Nervously, you smoothed your clothes and tried to check your reflection in the metal wall.

“Don’t worry. They’ll just be glad you found the solution.” Bruce smiled.

“Kinda wish I’d at least been wearing something other than jeans the first time I meet Stark, you know.”

He laughed. “Tony’s all bark and no bite. If he gives you shit, give it right back.”

The elevators doors opened and Bruce led you to a glass encased conference room. Tony Stark, a red-head woman, and sandy-haired man stood around an interactive screen at the end of the room. “Hey guys,” They all turned when you entered. “This is Dr. Y/N. She’s the one Becca brought in. We’ve got news. She’s worked it out.”

“Ah, the CDC doc.” Stark propped a hip on table. “So why aren’t you here working for me?”

“You haven’t offered.” You retorted with a smile. “Can I pull up my files from here?”

Turns out Stark and the others, Natasha and Clint, were far more forthcoming with the details. The victim of the pathogen was actually a Hydra agent taken down in the process of eliminating a hold-out base. They weren't sure if he’d been exposed when the building blew, if he’d been accidentally exposed or purposefully infected.

You were explaining that the virus had been in his system for at least four days when he died, and had they’d not killed him, he would have died within 24-hours. He’d been infectious for seventy-two hours.

“Well, it’s a good thing they decided to torch the place. We didn’t find any survivors after that.” Natasha drawled.

“It’s still hard to believe they just kill them all.” A strong voice came down the hall.

“That’s the way those assholes work, you know that. No loose ends.”

Your head snapped around. You knew that voice. Two extraordinarily handsome men came in. One you recognized immediately as Steve Rogers. The other, he had the voice of liquid sex. Nearly the same height as Captain America, strong – damn look at those thighs – and dark haired, your mouth fell open at the sight of him. His blue eyes locked on yours and he stood a little straighter.

No one missed the exchange, looking back and forth between the two of you.

“Bucky?” You breathed.

A sly smile grew on his face, and you felt yourself flush. “Hey, Doll.”

“Okay, how do you know the good Doctor and I don’t?” Stark scoffed.

“Not your business.” Bucky leveled a solemn stare at Tony.

“Yeah, well.” Bruce interjected. “Doctor Y/N has uncovered the source of the pathogen and we’re working on antidote if it becomes necessary.”

“I thought you said that could take days.” Steve asked Banner.

“She’s good.” He shrugged.

“And I still don’t know why she’d not working for me!” Tony threw his hands in the air.

“I’ve told you before. You’ve yet to make an offer." You threw back at Stark, but your eyes still had not left Bucky. Your brain spun. Thankfully common decency kept your feet planted in place, because every cell in your body wanted to touch him, to smell and taste his skin.

“I may have to change that.” He grumbled.

“You know where my office is.” You finally looked back at the group. “It’s been a long day. I think you’ve got what you need for now. Is there any objection if I call it night?”

“I may have to contact you about the final reports, but that can wait.” Bruce nodded.

“I may have to contact you about what sort of furniture you want in your office.” Tony smirked. Then he waved his hand towards the door. “Go on, get going. We’ll be in touch.”

“I’ll walk you out.” Bucky stated immediately.

You both walked to the elevator side by side, not speaking. You stopped at the doors, facing each other. He hit the button, giving you a shy – oh my god – smile.

“So.” You sighed, “an Avenger, huh?”

“Of sorts. Steve brought me in a while back.”

“Ah,” You took his metal hand in yours. All the pieces click in place in your mind. “I seem to remember seeing a briefing about that somewhere.”

You could see the concern in his eyes. You didn’t know much about him. You did know he was enhanced, by Hydra, with a derivative of the same serum used on the Captain. Other than the friendship between the two men, you didn’t know much else from his past.

“Does that bother you?” He asked finally.

You smiled up at him. “Not in the least.”

The elevator doors opened and you stepped inside. Even though the car was empty, you remained close enough to feel the heat rise off of him. “Smart, funny, and gorgeous.” Bucky moved a strand of your hair off your shoulder. “And you smell incredible.”

You placed your hands on his strong chest. He was magnetic, a forceful draw. His hand cupped your cheek, a simple gesture that felt so intimate in this small space. His other hand slapped the stop button, halting your progress. Everything stood still.

“Hey.” He breathed, face close to yours.

“Hey, back.” You whispered.

Bucky’s mouth touched yours, soft full lips brushing lightly. When you smiled into the kiss, his tongue reached for permission but was met with your own. Flaring from sweet to fevered, he pulled you tight against him. Wet, hot, your mouths explored one another.

He turned, pinning you against the wall, hands roaming over your body. You clung to him, fingers in his hair and relishing in the hard muscles pressed against you. When his mouth trailed down to your neck, you breathed out a heavy “Holy shit, it’s good to meet you.”

He laughed against your skin. “Pleasures all mine.”

You took his face in your hands and kissed him again before sighing. “This elevator is probably monitored, huh?”

“Definitely.” He stepped back a bit, allowing you to stand fully on your own feet. “And I’ve been dying to ask you out. Dinner?”

“How about pizza?” You gave him a devilish grin. “We could order in.”

“Anything you want, Doll. Pizza in sounds perfect.”

Bucky released the elevator but hit a different floor than the lobby. The doors quickly opened to an obvious residential floor. You laughed, “Damn, that’s convenient.”

He took your hand and led you down the hall. “I aim to please.”

“I have no doubt.”

You glanced sideways at his sparkling blue eyes, utterly taken by the intensity as he stared at you. The smell of him drew you closer. He smiled as you leaned into him.

Damn he was glad he answered that unknown number.

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