#once in awhile there are gif sets that make me wanna die

[sidsthekid]

sid looking very handsome on ticket delivery day!!!

[drivingbatty]

― rory keaner fluff alphabet

i know this is sorta random but what can I say? I love this batty boi💗. I'll probably be doing this with everyone else too! gifs by @bodhirookes

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A ctivities - What do they like to do with their s/o? How do they spend their free time with them?

One thing that is certain about Rory is that he’s not the best at saying “no”. So he’s up for whatever you are! Even though he can get a bit antsy he won’t mind spending a quiet day with you and he won’t mind running around town causing mayhem. He’s very neutral is what I’m saying. If he had to pick a favorite though, he loves it when you let him take you flying! He thinks it romantic.

B eauty - What do they admire about their s/o? What do they think is beautiful about them?

He admires your kindness and patience. Most people (aside from the Gang) would immediately snap at him for bothering them or asking a ”dumb question” but you answer them without much hesitation or annoyance. And he loves you for that

If we're talking physically, he absolutely loves your smile. Just knowing that his favorite person in the whole world is happy makes him 10x as happy! And he makes sure to let you know that. When you’re sad he’ll poke your face or do something stupid to get you to smile.

C omfort - How would they help their s/o when they feel down/have a panic attack etc.?

He's not the best with words so he'll try to cheer you up the best can. Just tell him what you need, and he’s got you. Snacks? He’s already back in 5 seconds with your favorites. More tissues? Bam, he’s brought you a baker’s dozen of boxes because he didn’t know what brand to get. Cuddles? Hell yeah!

 D reams - How do they picture their future with their s/o?

He doesn't have any plans, he just hopes that you two will be together until the day you die. Rory’s an “in the moment” thinker and he plans on being in this teenage honeymoon stage forever. He might turn you though, but only if you're okay with it.

E qual - Are they the dominant one in the relationship, or rather passive?

He likes to believe he's the man in the relationship as most teen boys would, but he's hella soft and if you so much as look disapprovingly at him he'll shut up pretty quickly. So yeah, he's pretty passive.

F ight - Would they be easy to forgive their s/o? How are they fighting?

Rory is not very good at holding grudges. So he's very quick to forgive you whenever you have a disagreement, which rarely happens since he's pretty hard to upset. If things ever somehow managed to escalate he'd stay quiet until your done talking to apologize and change the subject. He really hates arguing and wants it to be over as soon as possible.

G ratitude - How grateful are they in general? Are they aware of what their s/o is doing for them?

He thinks about how lucky he is everyday and will never take anything for granted. He's not used to receiving attention (physical or otherwise) so he'll dwell on even the smallest things forever. He just can't believe that you are interested in him.

H onesty - Do they have secrets they hide from their s/o? Or do they share everything?

He might hide his vampire-ism for awhile due to Ethan and Benny, since apparently not everyone finds being with an undead creature of the night appealing. Aside from that he's an open book! He has a tendency to ramble so there will be virtually no secrets between you two.

I nspiration - Did their s/o change them somehow, or the other way around? Like trying out new things or helped them overcome personal problems?

Congrats, you've just made him even more clingy! Now he's physically incapable of being alone for too long and will seek you out because he misses you :( even if its been like 10 minutes

J ealousy - Do they get jealous easily? How do they deal with it?

Rory doesn't get jealous due to his issues with social cues so he won't overthink any interactions you and someone else may be having. But on the off chance that he does get jealous he'll just get really pouty and try to drag you to do something else.

K iss - Are they a good kisser? What was the first kiss like?

Rory is pretty inexperienced in the smooching department but he tries his best. His kisses are kinda stiff at first but the more comfortable he gets the warmer they are and the more he seeks them out. Surprise kisses are his personal favorite. He also loves doing the exaggerated 'mwah' sound too, the goof.

L ove Confession - How would they confess to their s/o?

Being the wannabe Casanova he is, I feel like he asked you out a million times before you actually said yes. The time you said yes he actually tried to ditch the pick up lines and be sincere about it. I mean, how could you say no that face?

M arriage - Do they want to get married? How do they propose? What would the marriage be like?

Eh, he's thought about it. Again he's never really been known to think ahead so it probably doesn't cross his mind all too often. But if he was asked he'd most likely say yes since "That's what people usually do, right?"

N icknames - What do they call their s/o?

Literally every single one in the book. He's also pretty creative if "spice angel" and "blonde hottie mclovely" is anything to go off of. So you have an endless supply of petnames coming your way. His favorites are probably sweetcheeks, angel face, gum drop, fruit cake, and ragamuffin. He's very corny.

O n Cloud Nine - What are they like when they are in love? Is it obvious for others? How do they express their feelings?

You're all he will talk about. Ethan and Benny will be tired of it pretty soon. He'll also become more susceptible to his floating quirk whenever you so much as look at him. His head's in the clouds and his heart is full. Impressing you will become a main priority and he will not leave you alone. He's basically a lovesick puppy that follows you around.

P DA - Are they upfront about their relationship? Do they brag with their s/o in front of others? Or are they rather shy to kiss etc. when others are watching?

Rory is very upfront about it. He's always bragging about you to everyone in the vicinity and he will be damned if someone won't hear about you atleast 5 times that day. He wants people to be jealous. And they should be! He gets to date you and they can't! The poor fools.

As for physical attention, he might be kinda shy to it at first. He's a teen boy and while things like that are exciting, he's also scared of embarrassing himself. So he mostly held your hand everywhere and refused to let go. But once he gets comfortable expect everything to be going your way. Pecks on the mouth, cheek, hugging, hand holding, the whole works! Though he won't do anything to risque like making out or anything.

Q uirk - Some random ability they have that’s beneficial in a relationship.

Oddly enough, Rory is pretty good at reading your face. Or maybe he just worries about you alot. All you know is that any minute that you're not beaming with joy he's already asking what's wrong and if he can help. He just really doesn't want to see you upset so he'll make sure to check up on you when he can.

R omance - How romantic are they? What would they do to make their s/o happy? Cliché or rather creative?

All Rory knows about romance are loads of cliches he's seen. He use to play up how bad alot of them were before he was with you, but now? Ho boy, they are his only language. Getting you gifts, saying weird lines, attempting to get dressed up for dates, and getting flowers (he'll do this no matter what gender you are and you can't tell me otherwise). Though he fumbles in the "smooth" part of the romantic gestures, he's really trying.

S upport - Are they helping their s/o achieve their goals? Do they believe in them?

He believes in you so much its insane! He's literally your biggest fan when it comes to anything.

"You got a test coming up and you're worried about passing? There's no need, babe! You're a genius!"

"You're doing a certain extra curricular or club? Everyone is gonna be jealous of your greatnes. They can't compete!"

Hell, he'll even encourage you in things that sound absolutely terrible.

"Wanna try and eat 5 whole tacos in 1 minute? I'll go set the timer!"

T hrill - Do they need to try out new things to spice out your relationship? Or do they prefer a certain routine?

Being with him is honestly a series of surprises. You never know what you're in for whenever you two meet up. Sometimes you might even get pulled into whatever The Gang™️ want to solve. But you guys have one routine of always having a movie night on Fridays. Cuddling and snack binging ensue.

U nderstanding - How good do they know their partner? Are they empathetic?

Even though he's scatter-brained he actually has a pretty great memory, especially when it comes to you. He notices a lot of your ticks due to almost always being around you somehow.

Rory doesn't always get social cues, so some things may fly over his head. But once he understands the situation he totally has your back.

V alue - How important is the relationship to them? What is it’s worth in comparison to other things in their life?

Rory doesn't have . . . a lot of priorities. He has his friends, his mom, and virtually nothing else. So you're pretty high on his list of important things! If he could, he would most likely die for you (although possibly by accident).

W ild Card - A random Fluff Headcanon.

He always visits you in the morning. Since vampires don't need to sleep he's usually already there before you wake up. And he'll be super annoying while trying to wake you up too. Then after you get ready you both go to school together, either by flight or just walking.

X OXO - Are they very affectionate? Do they love to kiss and cuddle?

Definitely! As I said before, PDA isn't a big problem for him and he's still just as affectionate in private. I'd have to say he prefers kissing but he's honestly up to anything when it comes to you.

Y earning - How will they cope when they’re missing their partner?

He can do pretty fine on his own at first, but he gets pretty bummed after a while. But like, its not like he can't see you. This man got all the way to FLORIDA I doubt he'll let a little bit of distance get in the way of you two.

Z eal - Are they willing to go to great lenghts for the relationship? If so, what kind of?

Again, he would die for you. He'd even commit a felony for you if he had to! Honestly you might need to teach him that he has a choice and that he doesn't have to do everything for you.

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Word count: 3.8k!

A/N: this is one of my favourite things I’ve ever written and I’m super proud of it, also the biggest word count I’ve ever done, hope you enjoy and pretty please leave feedback!! <3

Warnings: brief mentions of underage sex, calling of child services, brief mentions of an anxiety attack

Avengers college AU

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Bucky: Guys I’m really desperate

Bruce: what?

Steve: wdym?

Bucky: does anyone have the first period free tomorrow? Can’t afford a babysitter for Riley :/

Tony: nah can’t, I’ve got a busy schedule

Clint: economics man

Bruce: science m8

Nat: same as Clint I’m afraid Jamesy

Clint: wbu Steve?

Steve: library club and I can’t skip

Bucky: >: I

Bucky: I think I may be having a midlife crisis.

Tony: okay 1. You’re 20 and 2. You shouldn’t have gone an’ knocked up a woman at 17

Nat: Tony!

Bucky: You’re acting like you didn’t get some at 17 Tony

Bruce: he has a fair point.

Nat: and anyway Riley’s too pure for your insults Tony

Bucky: uwu

Tony: you have officially turned into every teenage girl Barnes

Nat: anywayyyyyyy, Thor how’re you coping with your brother’s “phase”

Tony: I am starting to think Loki’s goth phase isn’t just a phase Natalie, I caught him walking around in a skull T-shirt with chains this morning

Clint: oh daym

Steve: what are you going to do?

Thor: I am going to show that I respect him by buying him some flowers!

Clint: What abt a chain tho?

Nat: wait, does anyone wanna go to laser tag at some point?

Tony: oooh yes!

Bruce: yeah I’m down! :)

Steve: I’ve got time yeah thanks

Bucky: I never back down from a laser tag game

Nat: great! I’ll book it with Tony’s card

Tony: wait what?

Bucky: oh shit, I’ve gotta go, Riley’s just run away somewhere brb

Clint: oh damn.

Bucky shoved his phone hastily into his pocket and looked around, desperation filling his eyes as they searched for any sign of his daughter. The bushes swayed with the evening breeze and very few people strolled around campus, either going on a walk, meeting up early with friends or getting food. The young adult heavily sighed out of relief when he caught sight of Riley, excitedly chatting to a man, who James quickly identified him as one of his other friends, Sam.

Braking out into a light jog, he made his way across campus to the pair while also trying to avoid bumping into the other students that were now staring at him, in college he was basically known as the fuck boy. Not that he was, the only reason behind it was that he had a daughter at 17 and everyone apart from his friends never saw past that.

“What’re you doing here munchkin?” He asked the small girl who was now shyly smiling at her father. Sam chuckled at the duo and turning his attention away from Riley, “wasn’t her fault dude, just telling me how she’s going to chemistry class tomorrow, can’t wait to see that” he said with a sly smirk on his face.

Bucky mentally sighed, yes it was going to be very tough tomorrow. Not only was she very restless, but she also was very talkative and wouldn’t put a filter on around people older than her, which most of the time could be very offensive. “Yeah! I promised him I’ll be good!”

“Oh really? Well I kinda hoped you’d have something to say to Professor Demon”

“Sam,” he groaned and ran a hand through his hair “his names Damon, if he caught you sayin’ that then we’d get suspended so quickly dude” Riley giggled and looked up at her dad innocently “and then we’d go poor because you suck at getting jobs”

“He sucks at everything” Sam mumbled, earning a glare from the other man. “We better go get some food now, there’s literally nothing in the fridge except a can of tuna, some ketchup and packets of sour sauce from takeout awhile ago”

“Oof man”

The walk to the diner that he had decided on going to after he couldn’t be bothered going grocery shopping was a long one. Riley insisted on stopping for every dog they saw, to ask to stroke it. “Ri’ baby, we can’t keep stopping, we gotta get back to the dorm before it’s your bedtime”

The pout she sent him instantly melted his heart before he realised she knew exactly what she was doing and he readjusted his grip on her hand so she didn’t end up running away again like she did earlier.

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“Ri’ what do you want?” He asked the child once the waitress had come over asking for their orders. She gave a nonchalant shrug and turned her attention back to the video that was playing on Bucky’s phone that he had given her for the wait. “M’kay so, can we get a,” he took a pause to take a quick glance at the kid’s menu on the table “chicken nuggets and chips please with… chocolate milkshake?”

Riley nodded and the waitress, who from the name tag on her apron, was named Elizabeth, began to write down both his and her order but halfway through gave a quick glance up to Bucky, but when he caught her cheeks flooded red that made his daughter snort.

“Is that all sir?”

“Riley shut up” he quietly told the girl as Elizabeth walked away with her head down. “She was flirting with you dad” she laughed making him jokingly nudge her across the table “Oi, and anyway she’s not my type munchkin”

“Well don’t be too loud, the creeps staring at you dad”

He didn’t mean to, but without thinking his head whipped round to instantly make eye contact with the woman who was biting her lip, her eyes now as big as plates. His cheeks heated furiously as he immediately turned back around to face his adorable giggling daughter. “You better like those chicken nuggets munchkin cause I’ve got to go through this to get them”

“I will dad, I like chickens”

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“Riley, come on you gotta get some sleep” he groaned once she’d slid onto the sofa where he was writing his assignment last minute for the fifth time that night.

“But dad,” She whined and pulled on the sleeve of the college logo sweater he had pulled on without even thinking about it once they’d got home as he had only just realised he had a paper to write, “I’m not tired and I don’t want to be alone”

His eyes softened at the pleading look on her face that would get him to do anything she wanted him to “m’kay baby, how about we go into into the bedroom and you try to get some sleep while I finish this up”

She nodded enthusiastically and he picked up the study books and paper in one hand and Riley in the other, deep eye bags could be found on his face from the lack of sleep that he had spent pulling all-nighters working on college work and began to make his way into the small room that had a single bed pressed up against the wall with a mattress next to it, an abundance of blankets on both.

He set the small girl onto the single bed and lowered himself down into the smaller one, using the bed frame to press his back against and using a hardback book underneath the paper to rest on.

“Why do people stare at you?” Bucky only just heard Riley mumble as her eyes struggled to keep open. He stopped writing but kept his hand in the same place while grinder his teeth, wondering what to say. “Cause baby… people don’t really think that I should have you this young,” he struggled to find the words as he felt his daughter roll onto her back to listen “but they don’t understand that I love you a lot, don’t I munchkin?”

Riley giggled behind him and uttered a small yes. “At least they haven’t tried to take me away again”

The young man's breath hitched in the back of his throat at the memory flashed through his mind. They’d been watching a movie with Steve after their classes and a knock had sounded on the door.Apparently, Child services had been called by one of the students and they tried to take her away but he wouldn’t let them, they had threatened to take him to court because the living settings were not meant for a child but 17-year-old Steve had calmly spoken to them outside the room while James had been on the edge of a panic attack inside.

“Yeah, scared me Ri’” his horse voice answered back making her eyebrows scrunch in confusion “I’m not going anywhere dad. Well, unless I die but y’know”

He sent her a bitch face look over his shoulder which made her uncontrollably giggle. Bucky chuckled and set his attention back to the essay while absent mindedly talking to her about random things.

“Is Loki gonna be at the laser tag place?” She asked and added on excitedly “oooh can I come dad?!”

“Sure doll, let me tell the guys”

Buck: we got plus ones on this laser tag thing?

Bruce: whyyyy??

Thor: oooh if that is the case I would very much like to take my brother!

Nat: oh are you bringing Riley then?

Buck: yup

Steve: I don’t see why not

Tony: I’m off to speak to this really hot girl

Clint: what that spice girl?

Buck: do you mean pepper?

Clint: ah yes!

He chuckled at the screen and chucked his phone to the side while looking up to his daughter on the bed above him, going to tell her they approved before stopping and smiling to himself as he caught sight of her peaceful, sleeping form.

Without waking her up, he got off the mattress and tucked in the blankets, quietly laughing as he retrieved the earbuds she had borrowed in the diner from her pocket. “Night munchkin”

-

Bucky groaned as the ringing of his phone awoke him, the technology next to his ear from when he had fallen asleep sat up. “Wha’?”

It was so early in the morning that he didn’t even have the energy to think of a proper sentence, never mind say one.

Steve: hey guys make sure your ready, it starts an hour after school

Clint: Steve. School. Finishes. At. 6. Pm. What. Tf. Do. You. Mean. It. Starts. In. An. hour. After.

Nat: we thought you could do with a late start

Tony: fuck you Romanoff

Clint: ten bucks says she’s smirking rn

Buck: ughhh

Bruce: I feel exactly the same way

Buck: no you don’t. I spent up until 6 am doing that English essay I forgot about

Tony: oof

Bucky: I will physically be running on caffeine this morning so be ready

He took a look around the messy room before deciding he would clean it another day and raised himself onto his feet before making sure Riley was still on the single bed asleep. He made his way to the tiny kitchen that held a mini-fridge, microwave, kettle and an oven with two counters on one side to make himself a cup of coffee that he was depending on if he had to spend an hour of his day running around in sweaty gear and a fake gun while making sure his daughter didn’t run away to get some sort of snack.

“Fuck” he mumbled as the loud whirring of the kettle started, sure to wake Riley up. “I’m tired” he heard a voice groan behind him, making the man whirl around, instantly making eye contact with his daughter. Sighing out of relief and returning back to the drink he was previously making. “So am I doll, yet you can’t have coffee”

He made her go get dressed and brush her teeth while he had a mental breakdown over what he was going to do about the paper he didn’t manage to finish before he fell asleep last night.

“Dad,” Bucky looked up to find Riley once again dressed in a pair of Joggers and a baggy T-shirt that she’d dragged out of the very few clean clothes in her draw “someone’s messaging your laptop”

She struggled to hold up the open device that showed multiple emails from one of his professors questioning his performance in class for the recent weeks. He inwardly cursed and took the laptop from her to begin emailing her back, choosing to ignore the insults she had thrown at him and his daughter in the middle of it.

“She is so full of-“ he stopped halfway through the sentence, noticing that Riley was sat next to him, quietly playing a YouTube video on his phone. “Whatcha watching Ri’?” He asked, his attention still focusing on trying to be professional in the email back. “c- c-“ she struggled to pronounce the word so she passed it to him.

“Commentary channels?” The man asked with a laugh, thinking about how most parents wouldn’t even let their 4 child near a video like that but yet again he wasn’t like most parents. He was 20 and had to do this alone.

“Oh yeah”

“Come on munchkin, we gotta get to first period before we’re late” he told her and grabbed his backpack to quickly shove his college things in before glancing at the digital clock on his phone and scooping Riley up so they could get there quicker.

Halfway through the panicked running across campus, the small girl decided she needed a nap and fell asleep against his shoulder, making Natalia laugh as they passed.

As soon as he arrived in the classroom he knew it was a bad idea when 11 pair of eyes fell to his, heavily panting and holding an asleep 4-year-old.

“Sir he’s late” a girl, younger than him moaned to the teacher who was now shrugging his shoulders “I don’t care”

“But professor, why’d he bring the baby?”

Bucky had enough of everyone staring at him, he readjusted the bag on his back before making his way to the back of the class, sitting in an empty seat in between Sam and Tony and placed Riley on his lap.

“That’s a good question Jaimee, Barnes?”

“Couldn’t find anyone to look after her professor” he mumbled in response, making sure to be loud enough to hear. “No babysitter?”

“Can’t afford it sir”

He didn’t once make eye contact with anyone in the room, instead putting his attention on the books that he was bringing out of his bag. “You alright man?” Tony whispered across the desk and flicked a pen at him, “Oi” Bucky hissed as the metal came in contact with the side of his head making Sam laugh loudly at him.

“Dad,” a mumble was heard quietly, making the older man look at his daughter, eyes that were previously closed were now looking up at his wide with pleading “I’m hungry”

If he was anywhere else in the world he would have sworn loudly, but right now he was in a class with 10 other students and his daughter. “Okay baby, but you're gonna have to wait for a while, we’re in my class but I’ll get you something after okay?”

She nodded and rested her hair back against his chest, making him smile slightly as he went back to taking notes of the class. “I’ve got skittles,” Sam held out the family-sized packet of sugary sweets making Riley do grabby hands towards it. Without asking Sam gave her it, earning a goofy smile from the girl. “Thank you dude but she’s literally gonna get the biggest sugar rush possible now”

“Aha, can’t wait to see that”

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By halfway through the period Riley was already rocking back and forth on the balls of her feet, on the spot next to Bucky’s chair, his hand holding hers to make sure she didn’t run up to the front and distract everyone. “Dad, are you going to work tonight?”

“Yeah munchkin, not for long though, you can stay with Stevie. How about that?”

“Yeah, m’kay”

Suddenly the professor spoke up, directing his attention to Bucky “Barnes, the symbol Sb stands for stibium or stibnite. What is the modern name of this element?”

“That doesn’t sound like English dad” Riley loudly whispered to him, making the class laugh, “and what do you think the answer is?”

The girl pondered for a second and looked at her dad with seriousness drawn upon her features “...tell me,”

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“Laser in the house!” Clint exclaimed in excitement once everyone had found their way to the front of campus where they’d agreed to meet.

“I like lasers,” Riley gushed while smiling brightly making most of the young adults chuckle, Loki however, did not. “Why did you have to bring me?” The man grumbled, sending a death glare towards his brother.

“Why are you dressed like that?”

“Riley no-“

“Did you go through childhood trauma to endure this?”

“Ri’ you can’t ask-“

“Why is there a child?” Loki asked as if he had only just noticed she was there. “She is Barnes’ daughter brother” Thor said and gently patted her head, making her scowl.

“You have a daughter?”

“I’ve had her for 4 years dude”

“Oh”

Steve grabbed his phone from his pocket and glanced at the time “guys we’ve gotta be there in half an hour we better get goin’”

“Alright Rogers, you really do like to keep track of time don’t you?” Tony asked and rolled his eyes making Nat nudge him in the ribs. “Tony, I’m not that old”

“You're 21, everyone else is 20 punk” Bucky teased him but stopped when he sent him a death glare. “Erm, I’m not 20.” The young girl pointed out while everyone else started making their way to the entertainment place. “Smart girl Ri’”

“Wait, do we need to decide the teams?” Bruce asked everyone once Bucky and Riley had caught up with the rest. “Ooooh,” Clint exclaimed with wide eyes “dibs on Natasha! She’s got good aim.”

“I’m gonna stick with you. Power team” Bucky whispered down to the stupidly smiling girl as she nodded furiously. By the time everyone had chosen their teammates and managed to agree, the group had arrived. “This’ll be great” Bruce sighed once they’d caught sight of the room of light-up vests with attached laser guns.

“Rules,” a middle-aged man who looked like he’d given up on life, walked into the room with a clipboard in hand “No Running, No Physical Contact, Hold Laser with Both Hands, No Climbing, Players must be careful when manoeuvring around interior arena walls, Please let us know if any of your guests suffer from the following: Asthma, epilepsy or suffer from seizures caused by fog or strobe lights.”

Everyone was quiet for a second before Steve quietly spoke up with a blush “I have asthma, sir.”

The worker took a pause and pondered for a moment, as though this had never happened in his whole 68 years of working there, “just… don’t start a fire alright?”

They all nodded in agreement, just happy that he’d been let in, and began to enter the massive room where the game was about to take place. “Right, so, let’s not rugby tackle people like you did last time,” Steve said and mostly directed it to Thor who smiled sheepishly “cause- err, there’s a kid, yeah, Riley, that’s it”

Bucky chuckled and picked up the fake laser gun as the lights began to darken, “let’s get this party started”

As soon as the words left his mouth, chaos ensured, young adults setting off running to find a place to set-up camp. As he wanted to be fast, Bucky quickly picked up Riley and began to run towards a pillar so he could hide behind it, so he’s able to get a good view of people.

“How does it work?” Riley whispered from the spot of her back pressed against his chest so she could also see and indicated towards the gun. “Gotta put your finger on the trigger” he instructed and took ahold of her index finger and brought it over to the weapon, placing the rest of her hand on the handle while her other one held the underneath of the top part, trying not to drop it.

The whole room was silent for a good 5 minutes before Bucky decided to make a move, taking hold of the collar of her jacket to gently pull her up with him. Not holding Riley’s hand as she would have ended up dropping the laser gun if she didn’t have two hands on it.

The two of them scouted out the place trying to be quiet so they didn’t get caught. Suddenly, making them jump, a loud zapping sounded in the distance, indicating that someone had found an enemy. He began to run away from the sound, after making sure his daughter was following and attempting to find somewhere to hide again but this time he didn’t find a deserted place.

“Aha!” Nat yelled and jumped out from behind a pillar while aiming the laser at Bucky’s chest. His panicked yelling and screaming filled the air as he made a run for it, completely forgetting about his teammate left behind and the rule “no running”. Suddenly, before he could brace himself his body went flying, his foot getting stuck on a stray shoe that belonged to Thor. At the same time Steve had jumped out, meaning to get the man in the chest, but instead Bucky had landed on him, using him to muffle the landing, earning an “ow man...” in return.

Bucky wanted to move, he really did, but he just couldn’t. He was in a trance, his and Steve’s baby blue eyes made eye contact, without knowing what he was doing, Steve’s body involuntarily leant up: closer to the younger man. His lips never looked more inviting, but all of a sudden a yell broke out in the room.

“Dad! Help! Nat nearly got me!”

The father scrambled up off the floor, his mind going a million miles an hour about what just happened and why it was wrong. He was his best friend. He should only see him as a friend.

Without meaning to, he ran away from him, not bothering to even spare Steve a second glance in search of his daughter, who was now cowered in one of the room's corners, trying not to get shot. Bucky chuckled slightly at the tactic and crossed the room, luckily not being noticed by Tony and Nat who were having a shoot off at each other from their opposite ends in the room.

“Nat nearly got you Ri’?”

“M’ yeah and you weren’t there.”

Guilt coursed through the mans veins as he remembered that he’d left her, but before his mind could go wondering to the events after it, he stopped himself, “sorry munchkin”

“Is’ okay, just don’t do it again dad”

He silently laughed at the sincerity in her voice and grabbed her hand to lead her away from the battle scene so they could get somebody else in the laser tag game. In quiet discussions they settled on Bruce, the one who was most likely to not be paying attention, and if he was it would still be easy to take aim without him seeing.

“Come on Ri, we got this.”

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[acklest]

I. The Virus

LIBRARY.

DEAN: So it's not a demon thing, like a... a Croatoan thing? SAM: Dude, I've looked for all the signs that would prove this was a demon thing or an angel thing or any other kind of monster thing, and they're not there. I mean... I think it's just a virus. DEAN: Awesome. So a virus is out there killin' people and we just, what... SIT AROUND? SAM: *wryly* You know, there HAVE been non-monster viruses now and then. Swine flu, Ebola... DEAN: *sullenly* I don't like it. SAM: *mock sympathetic* I know it frustrates you when you can't punch or kill something. DEAN: Oh, bite me. SAM: *standing up to stretch* I'm hitting the hay, man. I'm beat. DEAN: *turns the laptop around and reads what's on the screen* SAM: Don't stay up all night reading about this shit, you'll make yourself crazy. *walks away* DEAN: *to himself* Still pretty sure Ebola was a demon thing. SAM: *from the hallway* We never proved that!

THE NEXT MORNING.

DEAN: *in the same place where Sam left him, staring at something on the screen with glassy eyes* SAM: Seriously? *walks around to see what Dean is looking at* Oh. You're watching a movie, I thought you were binging on — *watches the movie for a few seconds* Is this —? You're watching Outbreak. Okay. *confiscates the laptop* Dean: HEY!

II. The Virus is Stateside

NEWS VIDEO: Health officials advise a distance from others of at least six feet. SAM: *scoffs* Yeah, that'll help. DEAN: *sitting approximately four inches away* What, like it can go a little over five feet, but six feet is right out? That's stupid.

*****

DEAN: *bent down, examining the bunker's open door while wearing a 50s-era black respirator over his face* SAM: *already exasperated* What are you doing? DEAN: *muffled grumpiness* SAM: The door seal is fine, the way you're checking it is probably making it worse. DEAN: *muffled denial, offended gestures* SAM: I SAW you pulling on the seal when I walked up. You're overreacting anyway. DEAN: *muffled thoughtful tone and rising inflection* SAM: Don't turn this into a project just because you think the mask is cool. DEAN: *standing, amused tone* SAM: No, you look like an idiot, you're probably letting who-knows-what into the bunker — DEAN: *turns back to the open door* SAM: And since that mask is like a hundred years old, you're probably breathing in asbestos. DEAN: *hastily removes it from his face, and holds it far away with two fingers* Ugh. Surprised you could even hear me in this damn thing. SAM: I couldn't. *walks away* DEAN: *confused, then annoyed, tosses the mask at the floor*

****

SAM: *watching a video on his computer of panicked shoppers in a Wal-mart* DEAN: *watching over his shoulder* Yep. "Dumb panicky dangerous animals", right on time. SAM: You know, with all the news reports, I'm kinda surprised YOU'RE not out there trying to buy up everything. DEAN: *drawing back* What the hell for? SAM: *gestures at the screen* Because we'll need some supplies? DEAN: *laughs incredulously* Okay, listen, at any give time, there is enough shelf-stable food in this place to hold us for four months. SAM: *dryly* I bet, all the beer and bacon we'll ever need. DEAN: No, SMARTASS, I'm talking beer, bacon, soup, coffee, dried meats, pasta, rice, dehydrated milk — SAM: *hands up defensively* Okay, I'm sorry I even — DEAN: — big jugs of water, hand sanitizer, first aid stuff, your stupid fruity shampoo — SAM: Okay, I get — DEAN: I brought a bread-maker. A BREAD-MAKER, SAM. Do you know why? SAM: ...to make bread? DEAN: *slaps his hand down on the table, then points at the screen* 'Cause whenever any kind of shit hits the fan, THIS happens. That woman just bit the other woman on the FACE over toilet paper. ON THE FACE! These yahoos freak out and it can get people killed. SAM: Not to mention bitten. DEAN: *glares* It's called a contingency plan! SAM: Okay, I get it, you planned for something like this. That's awesome. DEAN: *walks away muttering* "Because we'll need supplies"... we live in a BUNKER.

****

DONNA: *over speakerphone* You kids okay? Dean wasn't answering and I got a little worried. Did I call the wrong phone? I didn't want to abuse throwing up the bat signal, but with all that's going on... SAM: No, I'm sure you... called the right one. Dean's been, uh — you know, since they said that there were some people diagnosed in New York, he's been... [internal: batshit crazy] ...preoccupied. DONNA: I tell you, I'm jealous of the grocery store he put in that place. Almost lost an eye this morning just trying to buy a can of cinnamon rolls! They're not even shelf-stable. SAM: *brow furrowed* Uh, yeah, he — he made a good call with that. DONNA: Hey, can you put him on the phone? I just wanna say hi. DEAN: *walking purposefully down the hall, wearing goggles, a red bandanna over the lower half of his face, with a rope over one arm, duct tape in one hand, and a what appears to be a makeshift flame thrower* SAM: Oh god. *to Donna* Hold on for just a — DEAN?! What are you doing? DEAN: *distantly* CONTINGENCIES! SAM: *to Donna* Dean is either about to set something in the ventilation system on fire or... or maybe rob a train. I'll call you back.

*****

DEAN: *wearily* I thought there might be something wrong with the ventilation. SAM: Yeah, I get that. But you’re not getting the flame thrower back. You can keep your stupid rope, though. DEAN: *looking down at the rope* Was that Donna on the phone? SAM: Yeah, she was worried about you because she called and you didn't answer. DEAN: Was gonna call her back but — *looks up* Wait, is she alright? SAM: *smiling* Besides almost losing an eye when she tried to buy a can of cinnamon rolls, she's doing fine. DEAN: *furrowed brow* A can of cinnamon rolls? SAM: I know, they're not even shelf-stable. DEAN: Right?!

III. The Virus is in Kansas

SAM: Dean, you're not even high risk. You don’t have respiratory issues or underlying health stuff. Even if you DID catch it, you wouldn't die. DEAN: *relaxes slightly* SAM: I mean, not from the virus at any rate. DEAN: *glares*

****

GARTH: *over speakerphone* How are y’all holding up? No fever, no sniffles? SAM: No, we've been staying inside, washing our hands, the whole bit. GARTH: How's Dean taking it, with his uh — SAM: *looks around and listens to make sure Dean isn't nearby* They just identified a couple of cases in the state and he is LOSING it. GARTH: *laughs* Yeah, I figured he wasn't going outside for awhile. SAM: That's the thing. He DESPERATELY wants out of here. He NEEDS to get out of here. I know the look. GARTH: But outside is — SAM: Right. GARTH: So you're dealing with a recluse who has cabin fever. SAM: *huffs* Welcome to my world. GARTH: Full hazmat gear, spraying you with hand sanitizer? SAM: *hastily takes the call off speakerphone* Please don't tell him that they come in sprays. GARTH: *laughs* He won't hear it from me. Well, at least you guys don't have to go shopping, huh? Not with that big supply cache of yours. SAM: You know about that? GARTH: He sent me some pictures when he started a few months back. It's crazy organized. We're thinking of doing something like that ourselves. SAM: Yeah it's... it's something else. GARTH: You should TRY to get him out of the house. Maybe if he sees a little bit of the outside, he'll realize it's not like 28 Days out there. SAM: *mentally adds that movie to the “NO” list* If I can manage to talk him into it. GARTH: Well, I'll let you go. Tell Dean I said hey and you two try not to kill each other for once. SAM: *smiling* Nice. GARTH: *pause* Oh god, why did I say "for once", I don't know where that — I just mean, don't go crazy or — oh god, I'm just gonna hang up.

*****

KITCHEN.

SAM: I don't think you need to wear the mask inside. DEAN: *through mask* You coughed this morning. SAM: I choked on some toast, Dean! It was ONE COUGH. DEAN: All I'm sayin' is, you weren't coughin' before, then you go out and now — SAM: I only went out because you wouldn't shut up about the masks! DEAN: I didn't mean GO OUT, in all that — *vaguely gestures at the outside world* I meant it would be good to have some if we HAD to go out. SAM: *hopeful* So now that we have them, you might go out? DEAN: Why the hell would I do that? SAM: You just said — DEAN: HAVE to go out, Sam! HAVE to. SAM: Dean, I promise you, it's really not that bad. Take the stupid thing off, at least in here. DEAN: *firmly* No. SAM: *closes book loudly* Okay. *reaches across to pull the mask off one of Dean's ears* DEAN: Hey! Don't touch the face! SAM: *sees that there's a second mask underneath the first one* Seriously? DEAN: CONTINGENCIES!

*****

JODY (over text): You boys sheltering in place? SAM: all locked down SAM: what about you guys? JODY: We're all socially distant here JODY: And a couple of us are emotionally distant just to be on the safe side JODY: But the wifi went out yesterday and I thought there'd be blood on the floor SAM: well at least we still have internet SAM: for now at least JODY: And like a million books JODY: And the grocery store Dean put in can't hurt either SAM: he told you about that? JODY: Told me? He sent me a three minute video tour SAM: *eyeroll* JODY: He's so proud it's cute JODY: Not like "I killed Hitler" proud but it was up there

*****

SAM: *knocks on Dean's door* It's like, noon, dude. *starts to push the door open* Even for you that's — *looks at the made-up bed* Damn it. SAM: *loudly addressed to the entire bunker* Dean?! *to himself* Oh god, don't tell me he went back up to the ventilation. DEAN: *distantly* In here. SAM: *walking towards the sound to the "war room" of the bunker, which is dark* Dean? DEAN: Quit yelling, I'm right here. SAM: *hits the lights* DEAN: *blinking and wincing at the map table, eight books around him* Dude... SAM: Why are you sitting here in the dark? DEAN: *defensively* The table lights up. SAM: That doesn't mean it's — whatever. What are you doing in here? DEAN: Well... *starts to rub his face but looks at his hand and drops it back to the table* I was thinking, this thing runs on some kind of network right? SAM: The bunker? Yeah. DEAN: So this place is protected from bombs, nuclear fallout, tornadoes... and "other environmental concerns", whatever the hell that means. SAM: *smiles* Not very comprehensive. DEAN: Right. Environmental, is that germs? Could that mean germs? SAM: That would probably be under something like "biological concerns." I don't think "germ warfare" was big on the priority list at the time, or at least there wasn't much they could do about it. DEAN: *sleepily* I guess not. SAM: *picking up one of the books* These are like... old programming books. DEAN: Yeah... I thought maybe I could figure out how to make adjustments to the ventilation so that maybe it was... I don't know, more strict? Granular? I don't know, man. SAM: Is there a way to do that? DEAN: *dry laugh* Oh sure. SAM: One where we don't suffocate and die? DEAN: Not so much. SAM: That's what I thought. *picks up another book* FORTRAN? COBOL? Dean, no one under 80 years old knows either of these. DEAN: That's not true, there's YouTube tutorials. SAM: *stares at him* DEAN: I'm not sayin' they were helpful. I'm just... sayin'. SAM: *flips through another* Dean, this one's written in Cyrillic. DEAN: Hadn't gotten to that one yet. It'd probably make about as much sense as the others. At least COBOL has like... words. SAM: So your plan was to sit here for hours and hours, in the dark, in your stupid pajamas — DEAN: *glances down at pajamas, hurt* SAM: — to try and tweak something that was obviously built as a closed system to prevent exactly what you were planning to do, that may even run partially on MAGIC — DEAN: What the hell else am I supposed —? SAM: —  With no programming know-how of any kind, you were just gonna sit here all night until you learned a programming language from the 1950s? DEAN: *mumbling* Does sound kinda like bullshit when you lay it all out. SAM: It IS bullshit! DEAN: Whatever. Man, I'm just saying... if this place starts to malfunction, I won't have any idea what to do. None. And then the MoL are SoL, dude. SAM: *rolling his eyes* Okay, get up. We have to get you out of here, just for a few minutes. DEAN: What? Go out there?? SAM: Yes. Wear your mask, wear seven masks, but we have to get you out of here before you make us both crazy. DEAN: No. SAM: Look, when you go out there, you'll see that it's not that bad. Just a few minutes, dude. Down the road! You won't even have to get out of the car. DEAN: No? SAM: No. *puts his hand out to help Dean up* But you should sleep first, you look like you're about to fall over. DEAN: *slaps Sam’s hand away and gets up by himself* Fine. SAM: *smirks* "The MoL are SoL"? How long have you had that one on tap?  DEAN: *grins* A couple of weeks now.

****

DEAN: *in his dead guy robe, trying not to fall asleep over his cup of coffee* SAM: Still can't sleep, huh? DEAN: *without opening his eyes* Don't wanna throw off my sleep schedule. SAM: Dude, you HAVE no sleep schedule. DEAN: Can you give me like... a half-hour before you start nagging me? SAM: I'm not nagging you! I just... So I just got off the phone with Jesse... DEAN: *opening his eyes* New Mexico Jesse? Are those two alright? SAM: They're just fine, they're out in the back of beyond. They were already doing the social distance thing. DEAN: *closing eyes again* Good. SAM: But Jesse asked me if you had worked out the cooling issue with your... supply... grocery thing, and... I've never seen it. DEAN: I wasn't gonna show you until it was done. SAM: But you sent the pictures or whatever to like, every number in your contacts. DEAN: Well they don't have to live off of it, but you do, so you can see it when it's done. SAM: Well... technically... Garth sent me a picture, so I have... kind of seen it already. DEAN: *opening eyes again, cursing under his breath* SAM: So show me what all the fuss is about. DEAN: *sighs* Alright, fine. *pushes his chair back from the table* But there's one last thing I need to do, so don't judge it yet. DEAN: *walks farther down the hall to a room marked "Cold Storage", looks hesitantly at Sam, then squares his shoulders to open the door and hit the lights* Go on. SAM: *walking inside* Cold storage? Isn't this where — Whoa. *looks at neatly organizes metal shelves, upon shelves, upon shelves, a colorful display of beers, and three freezers along the back wall* Dude. DEAN: *a little proud, rests against one of the freezers with his arms crossed* I mean, it's a bunker, so it's stupid that we just had bread and ground beef and milk in the fridge, you know? The room was just sitting here, might as well use it. SAM: *smiles a little at the bread-maker on one shelf with some bread next to it and snags a piece, chews for a moment, then spits it out* Oh my god, that's the driest thing I've ever tasted. DEAN: *offended* I'm a beginner! SAM: Right. Sorry. *looks around* What's not done? DEAN: *gestures at a back corner with an empty table* I'm gonna try to set up some lights in here and try to grow some vegetables, maybe one of those big fans. You just grow them in big pots and I wanted there to be like, a tomato or a carrot before you saw it. *grins wanly* Can't stock up on four months worth of salad for your dumb ass, so... SAM: *laughs* Yeah, guess not. Dude, how long did this even take? DEAN: Started a few months back, just working on it a little bit at a time. Wasn't gonna use the freezers because, you know, corpses were in there, but buying those suckers new is expensive. These still seemed to work fine, so I just cleaned them. *frowns slightly*  Like a few times. SAM: It looks awesome. DEAN: Cooling system thing took awhile. I mean, fine for corpses, but not for long-term freezing. *yawns* Then there was too MUCH cooling so that was a mess. Had to rewire some of the outlets for voltage after I did that. *yawns again* There was already a generator set aside for this room, but a couple of weeks back, I set up a back-up generator that runs independently so if we... SAM: *turns away from the shelves* So if we what? DEAN: *chin resting on chest, snoring softly* SAM: Great. Why can’t this ever happen near like, a couch or a bed? 

IV: The Virus is in Lebanon. Maybe.

SAM: So, we got you outside, and into the car. This is progress. Baby steps. DEAN: *wearing multiple masks in driver's seat* Let's just do this so you'll shut up about it and I can get back into the bunker. SAM: Still don't think you need all the guns though. DEAN: Pffpt. SAM: See, we'll just go up the street, into town. Just a few miles. DEAN: Stow it, Mr. Touchy Feely. Let me do this. SAM: *mocks gently* Okay, at your own speed. DEAN: *glares and eases the car out onto the road* SAM: See? No bodies lying in the streets, no boarded-up storefronts, it's just something that's going on and some people are dying, and that sucks, but most people are just — *gestures at some people walking down the road* Dealing with it, see? DEAN: Oh, you mean those assholes THAT ARE IN A GROUP? Roll down your window. SAM: Are you serious, you just — DEAN: ROLL IT DOWN! SAM: *rolls eyes, rolls down window* DEAN: *to the people walking* HEY, NO GROUPS! SAM: *tries to roll up the window* I'm not sure three people counts as — DEAN: Did that dude just SNEEZE? He's not wearing a mask! SAM: Dean, don't... DEAN: *yelling to the guy from Sam's window* HEY! DID YOU JUST SNEEZE? GUY: For the last time, I have allergies! DEAN: Yeah right, YOU'RE GONNA GET US ALL KILLED! SAM: *quickly rolls the window up again* DEAN: No, don't roll it up, I still — *looks out his own window* Are these two assholes MAKING OUT? SAM: Dean... no, okay, I was wrong, this was a bad idea. You were right, let's go back to the bunker. DEAN: What? No, no one's out here like monitoring these people??? If I'd known that I would've been out here weeks ago. *rolls down his own window to yell at the lovebirds* HEY! THAT'S NOT SIX FEET! SAM: *sinks down as far as he can into the passenger seat* Oh god.

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[frenchlangdon]

Late Night Louisiana Pt. 2

Summary: It’s late 19th century, Y/N moves to Louisiana to learn more about vampires. But what happens when she finds one likely creature of the night at Porterhollow Cemetery?

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Pairing: Vampire!bucky x reader

“Tobias, I never saw him go in the tavern..."

"Okay, that's all ya had to say! So you're going to the cemetery tonight, right?" He looked at me with amused eyes. I crossed my arms and raised a brow. "I don't think it would be a good idea to go tonight." My eyes scan over a couple books on the bookshelf next to me, trying to avoid eye contact. "And why not, Y/N?" He asked and turned his head like a confused puppy. "Well because... the clouds are looking a little grey. I don't want to be walking in mud tonight at the cemetery."

"Fimble-Famble!" He exclaimed. He started laughing. "You're 'fraid of that cemetery, aren't ya?" He smiled mockingly at me. "No I am not! You big coot! I just—What if I find him there? What do I say? Hi I've heard so much about you! I'm really interested in what you are. Can we be friends?" I purses my lips, uncrossing my arms and placing them on my hips. "Obsessed is more like it" He said under his breath. "You're not helping, Tob." I glared at him and he held his hands up in surrender. "Sorry. Sorry." He mumbled with a smirk. "Will you go with me?" I asked full of hope. Surely he wouldn't turn me down. I bat my eyelashes and smile sweetly. "No ma'am! I'm not trying to run out of print." He shrugged.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"I'm not trying to die, darling."

I let out a huff and leaned against the side wall of the bookshelf. "So you're gonna let me go alone, to a cemetery, at night, where a creature of the night lurks?" He had a devilish grin on his face as he nodded. "I'm not the one dying to meet some vampire. You're the one who moved here just to learn more about the lively species that feed on us. You'll probably be his snack for the night."

"No, he doesn't go for likely young women with gorgeous hair." I flipped my hair in a dramatic motion causing Tobias to scoff. "My hair looks better than yours and It’s only an couple inches long."

His comment made my jaw drop wide open. "Wanna add anymore agony to the pile? Geez, Tob." My hand landed onto my lazy made up bun. Most woman had their hair done up in extravagant curls and plaits but I’m not really into my hair, I just do two plates and make it into a low bun. He snickered and gave me a quick hug. "I was messing with you. Now I have to close up the store and you need to go to the cemetery. If you start walking now it'll be dusk by the time you get there." He pushed me towards the door. "Yeah but don't you need help closing? You're my best friend! I think I should help you! Do you want me to sweep? Or dust the shelves?" I turn to him with a smile. "No. Now go." He pushed me out and locked the door behind him, flipping the sign. Closed.

I let out a deep sigh as I start my journey down the cobble road to the infamous Porterhollow Cemetery.

There's been a lot of grave robberies and a lot of dead bodies found there. Bodies that weren't buried there in the first place. Most of the bodies found were corned bummers, I guess he does us a favor by taking the reckless and vile folk out of the town. Some will ride into town, spend all their money on the whores and end up living on the streets begging for money, only to drink it away instead of buy clothes to get a job or a decent meal. As I walked down the street, several people wave and say hi. Everyone knows who I am. I'm the crazy girl. They all know I'm looking for Wrecker. I wonder since the whole town of Porterhollow knows I want to find him, if he himself knows I'm looking for him. Maybe that's why he hasn't been to the tavern in awhile.

"Y/N! Hey! Wait up!" I turn around and see Steven, another friend of mine, jogging over to me. "Hey, where ya headed?" He asked, he stopped once he stood before me. He put a hand to his chest as he tried to catch his breath. He stared up at me through his long eyelashes. "Cemetery. Wanna come?" I asked. His eyes grew wide, he shook his head. "No way am I trying to end up in an eternity box." He said. I rolled my eyes, "Nobody calls them that anymore... just say coffin." I laughed at him, it was now his turn to roll his eyes. He stood up straight as we began walking. He was definitely easy on the eyes, he was tall, broad, muscular, and also very artistic which to me is so attractive. He was every woman's dream. But he never tried to pursue any woman. "What do you think you're gonna find in that cemetery? You really think a vampire is living there?" He kicked rocks as we continued to walk down the road, the sun was setting. "I'm not trying to find just any vampire. I'm trying to find the Wrecker. Have faith in me will ya?" I nudge his huge arm. He chuckled and nodded, mumbling an 'okay'.

"So, are you um, are you attracted to vampires?" He asked looking away, clearly nervous with the question he just asked.

"No. I just want to know more about them. I think us normal folk are boring and dull. We're too ordinary. Vampires, the creatures of the night, they're fizzin!" I look at him to find that he's already staring at me.

"Would you ever consider being with one? A vampire, I mean. Or is that something too taboo?"

"I mean if they were nice, not trying to kill me, then yeah. I'm open to it. It's not like I'm seeking out vampires so I can fall in love with one. I'm just a curious cat." I giggle at the thought of falling in love with a vampire. So silly. Like it could ever happen. I don't think I could fall in love with a man that had sharp walrus teeth... no thanks.

"That's good to know." He whispered more to himself than me. "Why? Do you have a vampire friend that is interested in little ole me?" I smirked and nudged him playfully again. "No. Just a curious cat." He said with a sweet smile. I nod and look ahead, the cemetery now in view. "Well it was nice talking, but I gotta get back to my ma. Be careful." He hugged me tightly and kissed me on the cheek. "Alright see ya later, Steve." I waved as I watched him run down the road and back to his momma's house.

Before I knew it I was at the gates. I took a deep breath before walking through. It's gonna be fine. I'm gonna be fine. There's a slim chance I'll even find him here. The cemetery is big, a lot of tombs, a lot of Mausoleums, and a lot of trees. The sun has set as the moon is out and shining bright and some fog has appeared, swimming on the ground. Definitely not scary or creepy.

Suddenly I get an eerie feeling of someone watching me. I do a complete three-sixty, no one is here. No one but me. I walk around, looking, searching. I prayed that I wouldn't bump into some grave robber. I hear the sound of leaves rustling, I turned to my left and saw a figure move behind a tree.

Part of me is screaming RUN! and another part is telling me to get closer, to see what's behind the tree to see if it’s him or just some opossum.

I step closer towards the oak tree, "Anybody there? Hello?" I step closer. My heart is beating so fast I feel like it may stop any second now. The dark figure stepped out from behind the tree, the shadow of the tree trunk covering the person's face, it's a silhouette of a tall and broad man, Steve. It's Steve. "Steve. I swear. You're little jokes aren't funny." I scoffed and crossed my arms. Why would Steve do this? He's such an asshat! He steps out into the light and his eyes stared into mine. "Oh. You're not... you're not um, Steve." I barely managed to say, my throat had gone dry and I suddenly felt cold.

There before was this handsome man, tall, muscular, and broad. Just like Steve but he was brunette. And his eyes were a lighter blue, the moon gave them a vibrant glow. "Are you—"

"I am." He came closer. I'm not gonna gum you and say I wasn't trembling in fear and excitement, because I was.

"And who might you be?" He asked. He looked me up and down, his eyes meeting my own once again.

"Y/N..."

I get closer and realize... he's not wearing a bandana and the moonlight is shining perfectly on his nose and lips. I gasp and grab ahold of his cheeks. "So you don't have sharp walrus teeth!" I exclaim. He furrowed his brows.

"I beg your pardon?"

[thekrazykeke]

TITLE: Burn the House Down

FANDOM(S): Deadpool, MCU

RELATIONSHIP(S): Domino x reader (established). Wade x Domino. Reader x Wade. Domino x Wade x reader.

REQUEST: Maybe a little fluffy mixed in with some smut for the poly. Like Vanessa dosent die they just break up and Wade, reader and Domino have been friends for a while and help cheer him up maybe🤔🤔🤔.

REQUESTER: @keya168

SUMMARY: Love means partnership, not ownership, appreciation not possession.

WARNING(S): AU, Deadpool 2 spoilers, pre-poly, smut

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“Fuck, Wade, yes, yes, unh...” Naked and seated in Wade’s lap, back pressed against the front of his chest, his hands are underneath your brown thighs, spreading your legs wide so that he has a clear view of his cock thrusting in and out of your pussy, while holding you in place as he steadily fucked up into you. 

His hands drifted from your thighs to your ass and he massaged each cheek before his hands trail back up again, hooking underneath your knees and applying the faintest pressure, forcing you to tilt back against him even more as he slowed down minutely, fucking you with short, hard thrusts that had your eyes screwing up with pleasure. 

“Way...” You couldn’t even say his name right, tongue heavy and lethargic in your mouth.

“You like this, don’t you?” The question is rhetoric, maybe, because he’s kissing the back of your neck in the next moment. You moan his name and so he does it again, “Say it. Say you like this, that you want my cock.” You keep your balance by making your feet stay flat on his thighs as you slowly lifted yourself up and down on his cock, riding him. 

“I love this cock.” You moan as he filled you.  “I want it, I nee--” Wade’s hands bit into either sides of your waist only to relax before abruptly he slipped out of you. Panicked, your mouth opens, “No, no, wait, don’t sto--unh!” 

Turns out, he wasn’t stopping, only changing positions. You remained in his lap, only you’re turned around to face him. And this is much more intimate, his hands remain on your ass, spreading your cheeks while he fucks into you and his index teases your asshole, pressing firmly but not forcing itself in. “You feel so fucking good, honey, oh shit...” 

“You like the way I feel, Wade?” Hands finding his shoulders, you kiss underneath his chin, his cheek, and he turns his head, and the two of y’all shared a kiss. “You’re gonna cum in my pussy.” 

“Holy shitake fuck knuckles...” Distantly, little alarm bells are ringing but it’s forgotten as your pussy walls clamp down around him, squeezing his length and ooh, you’re such a... Hand drifting down, Wade rubbed at your clit and you practically drench his cock. Again, he slips out of you, only to jerk his cock in hand a few times before cumming all over your pussy, though a bit got on your tummy. 

You pout, devilish amusement in your gaze. “I’m disappointed,” He wonders if he did something you didn’t like. “If you weren’t going to cum in my pussy, my mouth was an option, too.” In the span of a heartbeat, his hand circled your ankle and you let out a squealing laugh as Wade jerked you towards him and into his lap.

“I bet you’re all wondering, how I, the merc with a mouth, managed to nail Domino’s extremely hot girlfriend when last chapter the author wouldn’t let me be in between all that sexy goodness, and lemme tell ya, I was pretty bummed about that but also--”

“Wade, who are you talking to?” You interject, sounding a bit amused. 

“The audience.”

“...What?”

“Never mind, never mind.” Leaning down, he took a nipple in his mouth while signing for a flashback scene. “Cmere, sexy mama. I wanna kiss dem lips again.”

Laughing, you obliged.

|| Flashback, June 1st, 2018 ||

“I so do not need a babysitter.” You say as you jerked on the handle of the refrigerator only it wouldn’t open. Pulling harder, you manage to somehow hit yourself in the stomach and the door swung shut again while you clutched at the abused area.

“Babe, you are prone to falling down flights of stairs, and remember that time you left the stove on with the gas running?” Domino raised an eyebrow. Opening the fridge door, she gave you a cold bottle of water.

“That was awhile ago!”

“Baby, that was two days ago.” Domino reminded you, arms crossed underneath her chest, pushing her boobs up and that was so unfair, she knew your weakness. “Please, just do this, for me and my peace of mind?” Your lips twisted up and you turn your head away. “Please...” Whispering the words into your ear, she then kissed your neck. 

“Fi...” She sucked at your neck, not too hard, but it was enough to make your knees turn to water. Luckily (ha!) Neena knew the effect she had on you and all your sweet spots, and easily set you down on the island counter before you fell and injured yourself. “Stop being a tease! I’m already gon be without you for a whole week. And you said I couldn’t use my favorite dildo.” 

The front door buzzed. 

“Why would you wanna play with that old thing when you’ve got a brand new one in red and black wrapping?” Nipping at your ear, she retreated, chuckling underneath her breath as you huffed, irritated. Undoing the latches and twisting the numerous locks, she twisted the knob of the front door, revealing Deadpool. “Hey!” Tossing him the keys, she grabbed the duffel sitting on the side. “Bedroom’s upstairs, bathroom’s to the left. Don’t touch the mini bar, and keep my bae in good condition.”

“Drink all the good shit from the mini bar and keep ya boo from maiming herself. Gotcha.” He caught the keys after letting them beam him in the eye. “...Is she really that bad?”

“No, ‘she’ is n--” Jumping off the counter, you misjudge how far down it is and the water bottle slipped out of your hand, rolling underneath your feet. 

“Oooh, shiiiii--!” Deadpool dived, managing to use his body as a makeshift pillow and keep you from cracking your skull on the floor. The position left the two of y’all kind of in an awkward way; he’s holding you bridal style to his chest while your fist is bunched up in the spandex front of his suit. “...Okay. I see the concern.”

“You’ll be fine.” Neena sincerely hoped so. “I’ll be back on the twelfth. Love you, Y/N.”

“Love you too, Nee!” You place a hand on a soft surface, blowing an air kiss at your girlfriend who did the same, looking amused, before she closed the door on the way out. “Oh, God! I’m just fondling you like a pervert!”

“Urk!” In your haste to get up, you accidentally elbowed him in the throat. “No, it’s totally f-fine. No worries. Please stop moving.”

Once you managed to untangle yourselves (Wade did most of the ‘untangling’ as you kept accidentally injuring him in your panic) your eyes dart around guiltily. “Do you want some food? We have frozen pizzas in the freezer, and ooh, ooh, some leftover chicken and potatoes and gravy!”

“Why don’t you go and...” he paused. “I’ll carry you to the sofa and heat up the food. You find us something to watch. Do you have Netflix?”

“And Hulu!” You pumped your fist as he lifted you up, hands underneath your ass, though you barely registered the action, Neena did it often enough. “Can we watch How to Get Away with Murder, please? Please!”

“Sure, why not,” He set you down. “Orange is the New Black after?”

“Nee never wants to watch it with me because she totally dislikes the main character. Yas!” Throwing both your hands up, you nearly toppled forward but Deadpool is right there, straightening you up again, and piles some pillows around you as sort of added protection. 

Being with Wade is...strangely fun. He’s a bit of a chatterbox but he listen to you. Does he always respond to the topic at hand, no. Of course not. Mainly because his brain operated on a different frequency than yours, or so you were looking at it that way. But all in all, you didn’t dislike him. Neena certainly knew what she was doing, putting the guy you’d been crushing on for months into close proximity with you. 

For a whole week. 

Almost as if in response to your anxious feelings, your powers flared up and frequently, changing your normal once to three time a week almost injuries to an hourly rate for several days. Wade was practically performing gymnastics to keep you from getting hurt and you were so humiliated. 

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” 

“Y/N, buttercup, it’s okay.” Wade said nonchalantly, holding his severed finger to the knuckle while his healing factor worked. “It’ll heal.” 

“But what if you can’t heal anymore? You’d be stuck with four fingersssss!” You drag your hands down your face, feeling your skin heat with embarrassment. “I just wanted to help you make the pizza. I didn’t see your hand there, I promise!”

“You just wanted to help, no foul...” he waved his hand and the reattached finger nearly came off again. Your eyes bubbled with teary dismay. “...Hey, I mean it.” With his uninjured hand, he brought you in for a hug. “You only have the best intentions and that makes you terribly cute, Doms was right.” 

“You guys were talking about me?” Your voice came out a bit muffled. 

“Just like you were talking about me to her. You flatterer.” And he spanked your ass, making you hop a bit, squealing in surprise. “Come on. I want to watch Assassin’s Creed, Michael Fassbender looks disturbingly like younger Magneto.” 

After that revelation, it’s like you couldn’t keep your hands off each other. Bit by bit, he showed you himself, and then the tension boiled over. Wade wasn’t the most handsome man in the world but he wasn’t this monster hiding in the closet ugly either. And you had no issues saying so, threatening to poke him where the sun didn’t shine if he kept up that attitude.

He made a quip that he only let girls peg him on International Women’s Day.

You couldn’t stop laughing for hours.

But secretly you filed that information away.

|| End Flashback ||

“And just like in the Bible, written by white men who think they’re owed women’s bodies, on the last day, ladies and gents, sweet, sweet Y/N let me fuck her. Strange how she’s an awkward duck in all situations but while I’m balls deep--”

“If you don’t cuddle with me and go to sleep, you won’t be getting balls deep for a whole month.” You said, voice thick and groggy. Wade wrapped his arms around you, pulling you in close.

[thelocalshooter]

The Local Shooter Vs. B-LIFE

(LS) Hello thank you being apart of a great come up and welcome, may we get a small introduction for the people reading who don’t know who you are, where are you from? Who are you? And what do you do?

(B) I'm B-L1FE or B to most. I am an Indiana native but for the last 4 years I've been in the Houston, TX area. I do everything except make beats. I'm a recording artist myself, I engineer, DJ, design, visuals, animations, curate. To add to all that I'm also the CEO of my own record label, FAITH×VICTORY Records. I also am the CEO of three other companies: SupportArt which is a promotion company that also houses a collective, and MeditatedMerch which is my clothing line. There is stuff I'm missing I'm sure but I'm basically the one stop shop for good underground business.

(LS) Being a Texas native how do you feel that the music scene has impacted you and your creativeness?

(B) The scene in the H has never really impacted me much but surround regions have amazingly unique sounds that are almost nice accents to a style like mine that blends hip hop with metal and alt rock. The Dallas FT. Worth area is full of this new wave sound that people like Jah or $not really helped catapult. Then south Florida is known for the wild hype sounds they give us like Pouya. I think these regions influenced me by just kind of telling me hey its ight to let go and just be me. I used to be signed under a different stage name and to be honest it was all bullshit. All the rules and what they wanted me to be. This area in general just let the monster loose I guess you could say.

(LS) You also run a blog on your own called supportart where its a platform for many creative artist in the underground, how did that come about and how long have you been running it?

(B) We are gonna be two years old in June which is unreal. We house 20 artists at the moment including myself. It honestly all started as a group chat of artists trying to put together a collective mixtape. Most people didnt come through but it actually opened a networking portal that led us to our first client who was King Kap who at the time was signed to Quality Control. We continue to work with him to this day and alongside the leaders I make the calls with (Yung N ICy, Fat Daddy J, Psych Ward, Penny the Shabba, Waveon, wa55up, & Kaster) we just had the flood gates opened on us. Alot of trial and error but never once have we been exposed or finessed. We work hard for the underground and have new ways coming soon to showcase hidden talent.

(LS) you seem to be a jack of all trades with graphics, producing, and much more! What do you feel is your strongest creative outlet for you and why?

(B) All the other crafts came from being a recording artist. I think I truly shine there. Away from the art and visuals, I've had some pretty big accomplishments as the rapper B-L1FE. Sometimes I forget to push my own stuff when I'm so busy pushing the underground or my artists. In 2019 I dropped my first and sophomore album which did well. Underviews did an article naming me a young mogul. I made the underground freshman list which was amazing to be with the likes of GNAR, Lord Xan, 916frosty, and more. But if anything compares it's my graphic design. I've been doing design since I was 14 and I'm almost 28 now. I still have every graphic I've done and my portfolio now have close to 6000 pieces. It's the main reason I could leave the day job life behind.

(LS) You also happen to be on all major platforms with a couple single releases, where did you first find your passion for music? Also how did you know that it was going to be a career for you?

(B) My parents didnt really do much parenting but they did raise me around terrific music. I have right now I believe 83 songs on all major platforms which is quite a bit since my contract from the previous record label didnt expire until April of 2018. My parents raised me around Dr. Dre, Bone Thugs, Snoop, Nas, Destinys Child, Master P, and all the greats. So I had this around me so much at 12 I started writing structured songs and didnt even realize it. Football was passion #1 but when I decided to rescend my commitment to Eastern Michigan University, I started toying around with being in a band. After awhile my vocal cords suffered from pure metal music. So I turned to rap which was also like a hobby. Then once I began to network in around 2012 I noticed I had something alot of others didnt. So it was then I knew. The rest was waiting for the contract I signed stupidly to expire. My biggest influences would be Chronic 2001 by Dr. Dre and Hybrid Theory by Linkin Park.

(LS) Your most recent single regurgitate and there’s a single called “Welcome To Hell” which did amazing numbers on Twitter! What was the whole process behind those songs and why did you pick that specific song to shows case the project?

(B) The process behind these two singles were both random to be honest. I put out my second EP back in December and wanted to take my time on my third album so I do what I call SINGLE SZN. I drop a new song on major platforms every week. It started with my first single of 2020 which was 'Never' and 'Welcome to Hell' was the second. With that one it was Angry Orphan's concept (featured artist) and he sent me his parts and a rough idea and I thought since we both are lyrical artists let's do what Em and Royce do when they collab and take these same schemes but change our words and small parts of our flows. It made a very cohesive song. The marketing is always the same for me. I let people know way before something drops that it's coming. The main key is promoting stuff more than once. So many people drop a track, run it through some group chats for that day, and then leave it to die. You gotta keep pushing content towards people. With 'Regurgitate' I hadn't even planned a part of it. I woke up to an email from SupportArt's head engineer, Penny the Shabba, that two beats. One was the beat for that song. Wrote it in 15 mins recorded it mixed it, he mastered it while I did the cover, and within 4 or so hours a full song was ready and off to distrubution.

(LS) What’s a regular day in the life of B-LIFE? Do you wake up in the morning go to the studio? Do you wake up in the morning and start interviewing people and check on your blog? What is the first thing you do when you wake up?

(B) The minute I wake up I need a shower. Cant start the day right without it. My studio and everything is at home so I just go off my daily planner. I keep everything written down including my own personal stuff and I usually pick whatever project I really dont wanna do to start. That way I'm getting through the 'blah' jobs with full energy and the shit I'll enjoy doing I save for later when I'm drained. Usually first thing I do business wise is touch base with my team. We use telegram so we can avoid social media. We a family so they come first. Next is clients. Always touch base with any clients waiting still or people I may have had halfway to the payment phase.

(LS) juggling music, blogs, graphics, and also a clothing brand how do you know when to find time for each creative outlet? Do you set a certain schedule for certain things? Do you have a certain day for certain things how does that work for you?

(B) I wish I knew. Everyday is dedicated to everything. I didnt want to say okay Tuesday we design only covers and logos but sell 5 videos the night before that Tuesday. I ask my clients for deadlines and bundle clients I tell them the timeframes. To be honest my turnaround is so quick and I've done this for so long I do it super fast. Some AMV clients get their video back in an hour with their mind blown. I try not to look at it as such a big work load. Whenever I do feel overwhelmed then its time for like 30 mins on the xbox or a jog. Somehow I never run out of creativity which certainly helps.

(LS) What’s your main goal as far as music? Do you plan on getting signed, are you looking to stay independent? Is music even your full on passion or are you looking to stay more on the blog and manager/artist development side or what is your main goal?

(B) Main goal is to get my label signed how Travis Scott did with Cactus Jack. It keeps the artist safe and in it's own way allows you to stay independent but with proper funding. Music is the main passion. I never say I manage my artists. We push them to build their own brands and we help them with that. I'm simply just keeping a platform all about love. The rest does it's own thing all by itself. Truly amazing.

(LS) Thank you again for being a part of this great come up, is there anything else you would like for the readers to know about you? Or should we keep our eyes peeled for anything to come in 2020? What are some links that you can share were new readers can go ahead and find your work?

(B) You can find everything related to be via my linktree which is linktr.ee/lifewitha1

Album 3's first single drops May 1st and you can already pre order it on Apple Music. Its titled 'Bob Ross' and ensomber produced it. Tune in. Tap in. We out here not just for us but for everybody with the it's always love approach. Just dont get shit twisted haha. You can find me everywhere but soundcloud. Bless up everybody and much love to The Local Shooter. Houston we strong!!

The Local Shooter Vs. B-L1FE

[thevirgovigilante]

Pairing: Marty Scurll x Reader Word count: 1,706 Prompt: You work with your brother Colt Cabana in Ring of Honor, you’re pretty reserved and quiet for the most part but when you set your sights on Marty Scurll you’ll do anything to get him. Warning(s): Smut A/N: I’ve never written for Marty before, nor have I really watched him so, therefore, he will more than likely be out of character and this smut will probably be horrible because I suck on going into detail about this stuff. With this kind of ending I feel as though there should be a part two or something.

You couldn’t take your eyes off of Marty, everywhere he went your eyes followed and it was started to become an obsession of sorts. Your brother, Colt Cabana, tried everything to make you leave Marty alone but nothing worked and it only made things worse. You never actually approached Marty yet, in fact, you didn’t know if he knew you existed but you were taking the right steps to finally have Marty in your grasp. It was the following day that Marty finally found out who you were because Colt would stop gushing over how good you were doing in your match up against Taeler Hendrix. Colt sounded like a fanboy the way he was gushing “What're you on about?” Marty asked, walking beside him.

Colt pointed to the monitor “My sister. Isn't she fantastic?” Marty gave him a confused expression “You have a sister?” Colt nodded “Duh dude, you didn't know? She's a wrestler just like me and she's having a match right now, look.” Marty looked at the monitor and his eyebrows risen, he was impressed with what he was seeing. You had Taeler in a cross face chicken wing with body scissors….the same move as Marty Scurll and Taeler quickly tapped out. Colt turned to Marty with a dumb smile on his face “Isn’t she amazing?” Marty was at a loss for words for a moment “Y-Yeah…” Colt tilted his head “You alright? You look like you’ve seen a ghost or something.” Marty looked at Colt “Your sister does my move better than I’ve ever done, that’s impressive.”

You came backstage sweating up a storm “I gotta get in the shower.” You said to yourself “Sis! You did great out there.” Looking up, you saw Colt walking to you with a big grin on his face “You’ve seen me wrestle thousands of times already, stop acting like you watched me wrestle for the first time.” You said half jokingly “But it's always nice to watch you wrestle….Marty thought it was impressive.” Just his name was enough to make your face light up a bit “Really? Marty was watching?” Colt nodded “But he didn't know you existed until now…..since he had no clue I had a sister.” You spent the majority of your time in the shadows so of course, Marty wouldn't know who you were.

You rubbed the back of your neck “Well I’m gonna go take a shower, good luck in your match.” you patted Colt’s shoulder and walked past him. You walked into the locker room and no one was around “I guess I’m all alone in here.” you walked in the shower area and began to get undressed while turning on the shower. You smiled at the thought of Marty being impressed with your match and walked into the shower letting the water cascade over your body. Back in the hallway Marty was looking for you, but he didn’t know where you were “Colt, have you seen (Y/N) anywhere? I wanna compliment her on the match.” Colt paused for a moment and then an idea popped into his head, trying to contain his smile he pointed in the direction you went to.

Marty turned on his heels and walked in the direction Colt had pointed in, there wasn’t a lot of people around at the moment so he couldn’t ask where you went. He just continued to walk until he stopped in front of the locker room, he knocked and there wasn’t a response...but he heard the shower running. Marty exhaled, thinking about what he was about to do and without a second left to waste he walked into the empty locker room. Examining the room he could tell at least one person was in here...but what if it wasn’t you and someone else? Marty could be called a pervert for being in here but for some reason he really wanted to compliment you…..he was impatient to the point of going into the women’s locker room without a second thought “(Y/N)?” he called out.

You had finished showering and turned off the shower, not hearing Marty call you whatsoever. If any knew you they would know you always walked out without a towel on (much to the protests of others), so when you walked out of the shower Marty saw all of you. Marty’s face turned beet red and he quickly turned around, closing his eyes “Oh. I didn’t know you were in here Marty.” You didn’t even sound faze at all as if he’s seen you naked before. Marty cleared his throat nervously “I-I just came to compliment you on your match….it was impressive and….and I’ve never seen someone execute a chicken wing with a body scissors as well as you.” You could tell he was a bit uncomfortable, but you wanted him to be as comfortable as possible “Thanks, I appreciate that. The match was actually dedicated to you….” he couldn’t hear, but you were walking in front of him “But you had no clue who I was so it would be weird to say so before the match.”

When Marty opened his eyes and saw you in front of him he tried to turn again but you gently grabbed the sides of his face and made him look at you “Why are you so nervous?” you asked with a smile “W-What’re you doing? A woman shouldn’t just let any man see her body without her permission.” Marty sounded like such a gentleman, it’s kinda hard to believe he’s “The Villain” when he’s being so nervous. You looked him right in the eyes and said: “If I didn’t want you to see me I would’ve slapped you for being in here in the first place.” You removed your hands from his face and turn your back to him “Now, you more than likely don’t know this but I’ve had my eyes on you for quite awhile now…..but I decided to keep my distance.” You were afraid of rejection it’s do or die right about now.

You turned back to Marty with a rather nervous expression on your face, you walked towards him “At this point, it’s do or die.” and you deeply kissed Marty without a second thought. The taller man was shocked for a moment but then he closed his eyes and proceeded to kiss back, pulling you in closer. You took a step back and looked at Marty with lust in your eyes, he didn’t move or say anything and you thought you just made the biggest mistake of your life. You held your head down “S-Sorry, I just…..” Marty pulled you back into another heated kiss. You two broke the kiss “Are you sure you wanna do this?” Marty whispered in your ear.

You smirked “Of course.” giggling, you began to undress Marty. This made you more than happy, you were finally getting your wish; you were going to have sex with Marty and nothing was going to stop you. Taking a few steps back to examined Marty’s naked body “Better than I expected.” “You imagined what my body would look like?” “More than once.” with that exchange being over Marty picked you up and put you over his shoulder “I know you just had a shower….but I think you need another one.” Marty walked into the shower and closed the curtain, setting you down he began to kissing you, your neck, and your breast. You groaned a bit while holding his shoulders.

“We should probably be quick about this….there isn’t a lock on the door and someone could come in at any time.” You whispered in Marty’s ear while stroking his cock with your hand. He picked you up and had you against the wall and you wrapped your legs around his waist. Marty slammed his cock inside of you and you almost screamed in pleasure, he held onto your thighs and thrusting deeply inside of you. You wrapped your arms around his neck and tried to keep your voice in, who knows what kind of trouble you two will get into if someone walks in. Marty wasn’t wasting any time with you since he already had you on the floor on all fours, grabbing your waist and thrusting faster then slowing down. Marty’s hands traveled to your shoulder and he did one good thrust and held that position “Oh my god, Marty….!” you bit your bottom lip “You like that, huh?” he slowly pulled out and slammed into you again, slowly pulled out and slammed into you once more.

Marty pulled all the way out and positioned you on your back, he spread your legs and began to lick and suck on your pussy. Your back arched slightly and your toes curled up and Marty brought his face to you and kissed you then proceed to slip his cock back inside of you. He placed his hands on the floor and thrust at a faster pace again, you could see that he was beginning to sweat quite a bit. Marty slowed down and stopped, grabbing you by your waist he pulled you up and laid on his back so you were straddling him. He had a smirk on his face but you weren’t embarrassed at all, you began to move your hips vigorously and both of you moaned. Marty took one of his hands and slapped your ass “Marty…..” he held onto your hips “Coming already? Alright. Go ahead.” he began thrusting his hips and you both came at the same time.

You both sat there panting and smiling at each other “That was good….really good.” You said rubbing your breasts “I would suggest you go for round two….but under….less stressful circumstances.” Marty said, sitting up to kiss your cheek “Weeeeeell….you could always come to my hotel room tonight.” You suggested, “Or you could come to mine.” Marty responded “Hey! Just how long are you two gonna stay in there?” Marty and yourself looked at the door when they heard Colt’s voice “I mean….I didn’t send Marty your way for nothing sis!” he said, knocking on the door again. You and Marty just looked at each other and laughed.

[komotionlessqueenmm]

So I wanna explain why everything has been so difficult for me lately.😐

To start I was essentially laid off at the end of March, I say essentially because their "trying" to transfer me from the old sight I used to work at.☹️

(I was/am a security officer.)👮🏻‍♀️

My last day was like March 28, and I only just learned about the transfer happening four days prior!🙄

Well the guys I worked with have all been transferred within a few days, and the general manager didn't call me for almost a week and a half.👎🏻

Instead he called my emergency contacts, my grandmother (twice), and my mother (once). My grandmother, my mother, and my old supervisor ALL made sure he had my number.🤦🏻‍♀️

YET HE STILL DIDN'T CALL ME FOR SEVERAL DAYS!🤬

I called him several times, and I only reached his voicemail. I proceeded to leave several voicemails, and I MYSELF GAVE HIM MY PHONE NUMBER!😠

The ONE time he called me, I freaking missed it because I was driving and my phone was on silent.🙁

In the voicemail he informed me that he wouldn't be in the office for the rest of the week, and two others would receive my information and they would assist me. (also letting me know that I can text him if I have any questions.)😒

Well surprise surprise they never called me...😤

So that following Monday I called him... He didn't pick up, so I texted him, asking for an update on what the hells going on.🤔

Took an entire two days for him to text back, he sent my information to another sight two county's away. (which is whatever, if the pay is good I'll deal with the drive.)😕

Well it was the wrong shift I work with, which again I can deal with that. But it was only $1 more than what I was making, which isn't the worst but kinda sucks.🙁

The deal breaker however was they don't work with a set schedule, which means one week I could work a first shift, then suddenly I need to work third, plus no set days. It's literally whenever they need you, you come in and work 10+ hours.😐

Which I was already working 12+ hour shifts, but I would literally die with the janky schedule. I've got serious insomnia, and I cannot fuck with my sleep schedule.😠

That's the FIRST issue I've been dealing with...😓

Now to add to it, a week before I got laid off, I traded in my old car for a new car. Like brand fucking new car, and so I'm paying almost $400 a month on this car. (only $100 more than what I was paying for my old car.)🙄

I was able to pay April's payment, with money I had saved from my last tax return. (never was able to properly save money in my savings account because I live paycheck to paycheck like most people.)😭

I've been applying for several jobs, because I'm done with this company I currently work for. And nothing is coming from any of them.😫

Like I've applied for jobs ranging from detailing cars at a dealership, to baking bread at a restaurant overnight, to THROWING TRASH! And nothing is working out yet!😔

Well when I declined the offer of the transfer to the sight two counties away, I text the general manager... Almost two weeks ago, and haven't received anything in response.😒

So that's been a bitch to deal with... My grandmother, and my mother have had to cover my other hefty bills, because I can't pay them myself. And I hate that so freaking much, I feel so freaking guilty for it!😥

My taxes have been completed, and I was looking forward to having that money for some of my bills, or at the very least to pay back my family.😇

But I received a letter saying a bunch of bullshit that makes no sense to me or my family, and instead of receiving a little over $1,000, I received $45...😣

During all of this I've been trying to apply for unemployment until I can get a new job, and it's been going nowhere for a little over a week. (which it takes awhile so I'm not surprised.)🙄

I actually very spontaneously took off last Thursday and drove two hours to my brother's house, because I needed to get away and try to get my growing depression and stress under control.😪

It helped a lot going to spend time with him, and my baby niece.🥰

I was there until late last night.😌

But when I got home I was reminded of everything wrong with my life right now, and sunk right back into that darkness I've been fighting against.😖

I made the post I made last night, and you've been so understanding and kind, and I love you for that!😍

But my luck just will NOT turn around for shit, as today my TV decided to completely die on me. (It was working just fine last night.)😒

I had a small breakdown while I was in the shower, as I have like $80 to my name, and soon April is gonna be over, and I'm gonna have to pay my car payment again.😰

So I've been losing my god damn mind, and as I write this I'm on the verge of crying like a broken bitch.🥺

I wanted you all to know what's been so wrong for me, and why I'm on the brink of crumbling under the weight of everything April has thrown my way.😣

Thank you guys for understanding, and being so very kind, you have no idea what it means to me right now.🤧

I love you guys seriously, you're really the only thing making me smile lately, and I need that so badly right now.🥰

Oh and I forgot to mention... Even more salt to the wound is that I've got ringworm on my tummy.😒

It's literally one thing after another, and the foundation with which I stand upon is eroding beneath my feet.😓