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ramzawrites · 4 years ago

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Could I request a fic about a Male Reader Border Collie Hybridbeing hired to look after the pets of the Syndicate while theyre at a meeting? Having to feed every single dog, Ranboos cat, Carl, the parrots, Steve the bear, etc? Trying to wrangle the foxes because theyre trying to eat poison potatoes, shooing zombies off the turtle eggs? -🌱🌟

The Syndicate’s Pet Sitter - BorderCollie!Hybrid!Reader

Male

Pairings: none

Characters included: Technoblade, Philza, Ranboo, Nihachu

Warnings: n/a

Series: A request for my beloved 🌱🌟<3

Summary: The Syndicate is meeting up early in the morning and didn’t have the chance to feed their pets yet. Luckily Y/N who lives there as well but isn’t part of the Syndicate can take care of them. And no that is totally not because Border Collies are good herding dogs.

Words count: 4732

Authors Note: I just noticed I missed the foxes oh no ;_; Why do the Syndicate have so many pets I swear! I hope you guys enjoy this! Esp you 🌱🌟 since you requested it! I also haven’t had the chance to properly look over it look for typos, I apologize! I’ll deal with that as soon as I can! Also thanks for the prompt 😌 I have a weakness for animals and dogs

The chest let out a strained creak as Technoblade closed it for what felt like the hundredth time. He was preparing for the next meeting of the Syndicate and this time he, as well as Phil, had actually planned a few things other than just showing the newest members where the headquarters were and setting up the rules for the organization.

While both men were busy running from chest to chest collecting materials and writing down information into books, they were accompanied by a soft rhythmic thud as well.

That sound came from Y/N. More specifically his tail swishing up and down as he was sitting in front of a window on the windowsill. Watching peacefully as the two went about their business.

Y/N was a Dog Hybrid. A Border Collie Hybrid to be specific. He has been technically living with Techno and Philza for a while now but Techno liked to act as if he was just some stranger to him.

When Y/N first came to the SMP Philza and Techno were the first people he met and ever since then he has gotten quite attached to them.

At first Techno tried to get rid off him, especially since he always gave him wishy washy answers concerning his opinions on governments but Y/N wouldn’t let himself get spooked off that easily and even begun building his own little home close to them without asking. At that point Techno had to accept defeat and let him begrudgingly stay.

Philza liked to poke fun at that fact but he also understood Techno’s caution. Though over time Y/N has shown to be a trusty ally that could keep secrets, even once leading people astray since they became dangerously close to their home. Because of that Philza brought once the idea up that maybe they should let Y/N join the Syndicate after all as well.

Of course Techno immediately shut down the idea for the simple fact that not once has Y/N ever clearly stated that he was against any kind of government. There was no point in arguing with the Pig Hybrid about this particular topic so Philza just dropped the issue altogether.

That said after Niki came over to join the Syndicate and Ranboo got roped in it as well, Y/N managed to at least learn of the name of the organization.

He even asked to join to which Techno just said “Prove to us you are an anarchist and maybe I will think about it.”

“So you are saying you just want me to tell you the things you want to hear in order to get in? Doesn’t seem that smart to me.”

Y/N would always pull out these snide remarks whenever that topic came up.

For some reason Y/N woke up early and found that both Philza and Techno got up early as well so he just let himself in, sat down next to the window and begun happily munching on some cold steak for breakfast.

Techno made a point of ignoring him only muttering something about a “damn mutt” under his breath while Philza was chuckling to himself. Y/N’s fluffy dog ears obviously picked up on it but the happy swags of his tail continued on, knowing that if Techno really was annoyed by him, he would have already intervened way back when he begun building his home.

Phil was rummaging through a chest, trying to find some extra paper only to suddenly stop moving and turn around to look at Y/N, his arms still in the chest.

“Y/N?” adding a whistle to ensure that he would gain his attention.

As a response the Dog Hybrid looked absolutely aghast “Did you just-? Did you just whistle at me? Did you, Philza, just whistle at me to get my attention? Like a dog?”

“Sorry, just kind of happened but since you are here I have a request for you.”

Now Technoblade stopped whatever he was doing as well to observe what was happening in front of him, curious what he was proposing. A smirk adorning his features knowing full well that Philza probably whistled on purpose seeing how Y/N was kind of an unwelcome guest right now.

“You can request but no guarantee I will fulfill your request, old man.” Y/N spoke through an exaggerated pout.

This only earned him a tired sigh from Philza “Yeah, Yeah. As you can see we are up early for a reason but this also means we didn’t have the chance yet to feed the animals. Could you feed them all and make sure they’ll be alright while we are gone? You know how this place can get with pets.”

“All? Like all the pets? Like you want me to feed all the pets and take care of them?” Y/N was obviously intimated by the idea of the task judging with how his voice jumped up an octave to the end of the question. But who could blame him. Over time the group managed to amass a comical amount of pets which included a full hound army, polar bears, turtles, cows, Carl the Horse and in Ranboo’s case even parrots.

That reminded him.

“Does that include Ranboo’s bird and cat?”

“Does what include my bird and cat?” Suddenly the door swung open as Ranboo stepped inside Techno’s home. Cramping up the small cabin even more. The cold winter air only managing to sneak in for a short moment before he made sure to close the wooden door again.

Techno chuckled “We are asking Y/N here to feed our pets while we are busy at our meeting and to make sure they are safe while we are gone. He has time after all.”

Y/N’s shocked expression turned to a frown. Oh they did that deliberately alright.

Ranboo took a moment to take in the scene before he slowly nodded “Oh, if that is the case then I would actually really appreciate it if you could take a look at my parrot and cat. I haven’t had the chance to feed them yet since I ran out of seeds for the bird. Actually the reason I came over here was because I wanted to ask you guys if you had some extra.”

Techno’s smirk was ever present on his face as he motioned with his hand towards his mass of chests “Somewhere in there we have some but I’m sure Y/N will find them and take care of your pets as well.”

“Would you?”

Ranboo sounded so genuine and almost surprised by this that Y/N couldn’t come up with a snarky response but instead he looked defeated.

“I- alright. I will take care of your pets while you do your stupid Syndicate meeting.”

“We trained him well, Techno.”

“That we did, old friend.”

Now Y/N’s happy tail wagging did finally stop and he jumped up away from the window, surprising Ranboo in the process “You didn’t train me! I’m not one of your dogs!”

He knew they were joking but he still couldn’t let that stand.

Philza stepped closer to Y/N and put one of his hands on his head between his ears. Giving a short pat only to remove his hand again “Yes, we know. If that was true you would be listening to us at all times. Anyways, I spotted Niki outside and we are ready, so, we’ll be going. Make sure nothing happens to the animals! We are putting our trust in you!”

Before Y/N could protest or retract his agreement the group made sure to leave the little hut as fast as possible. Ranboo was very confused but still followed the others outside to loudly greet Niki.

Y/N himself was so bewildered by this whole situation he didn’t even make the effort to run out to greet Niki as well. Instead his thoughts begun to swirl around his new responsibilities.

What do Polar Bears eat? How is he going to feed all of the dogs? By Ender he hoped that Techno had all the necessary things in one of his chests.

That’s when a stray thought hit him “Did they hire me as pet sitter because I’m a Border Collie Hybrid? Did they seriously make me the pet sitter because Border Collie’s are stereotypically good herding dogs?”

That thought had to set in for a moment as he was asking himself if this seriously could be the case and knowing them that might have very well been a thought that crossed their minds. They all joked around about their hybrid parts but this was just ridiculous.

He didn’t know how yet but somehow he will make sure that the damn Pig and the Birdbrain will get this back tenfold. Ranboo was okay in Y/N’s book since he mostly got pulled into this by the others but even then he was still on thin ice.

“I better get going.” He whispered in order to try to pull himself out of his thoughts.

First on the agenda were the Polar Bears. Mostly since he wasn’t exactly sure how to go about it and just wanted to get it over with but also one of the Bears was laying inside the hut. Snuggling close to the fire place.

That polar bear was Steve and Techno often made comments of him being his emotional support animal and at this point Y/N just believed him. With Techno who knew at this point.

Well what would Steve eat? Just some meat?

“Fish!”

How he didn’t immediately come to that conclusion he didn’t know but better late than never.

Y/N excitedly rubbed his hands together. Time to snoop through Techno’s things. No way in hell is he going to use his own resources to feed their pets. Hence why he begun looking through Techno’s chests. Taking note of things like stray armor, golden apples and enchantment books.

Somewhere in a corner he found some cooked fish. Should be fine, right?

Taking a couple of fish he moved over to Steve who was still lazily draped on the ground enjoying the heat from the fire. Carefully and slowly Y/N put down a couple of fish in front of his big snout. His dog ears pressed down on his head as he stared rigidly at the bear. Hoping for the best.

Steve’s black nose begun to twitch. He slowly opened up his eyes and lazily begun nudging the food closer to his snout with his big paw. Snacking on the pile of fish.

“Okay? I’m guessing that’s fine? I think?”

Just to make sure he still threw more fish towards him and then made his way with a second pile outside where Ed was waiting for his food as well. Ed was way more active and often enough obstructs the way up the stairs that lead to both Philza’s and Techno’s house.

Philza was always annoyed at Ed because of that particular reason. Though today he was a good Polar Bear that was sitting next to the stairs staring at Ender knows what.

Y/N threw him his pile of fish and watched for a second as he happily begun munching on them.

“Guess I’m doing alright after all.”

Almost as if to answer the bear suddenly begun to move towards Y/N which made him panic. Stepping back, trying to understand what he was doing now. Sure the bears are cute but also big and dangerous if they wanted to be.

But Ed bowed his head down and softly pressed his head against Y/N’s chest.

“Is this a thanks, buddy? Aw, no problem.”

Tentatively Y/N placed his hand on the bear’s head to give him one or two scritches. To which Ed then let out a deep puff of air through his nose and immediately moved back to his food to continue his breakfast.

All the Polar Bears are fed. Now only the whole hound army, cows, parrot, Carl the Horse, Turtles and Enderchest the Cat were left. Oh by Ender. That is still a lot.

Y/N immediately ran back into Techno’s hut and begun to search through his chests again. Grabbing things like Seeds, Sea Grass, more fish and some steak.

The parrot and cat were the easiest to deal with first so he decided to run into Ranboo’s house. Even if just to avoid the cold outside for a tiny bit longer.

He climbed down the ladder and found the parrot patiently waiting for him. Excitedly squawking as soon as he saw him.

Placing the seeds in front of the animal Y/N took a good look at the colorful bird.

“How are you doing? Keeping Ranboo company? Making sure he isn’t feeling too lonely?”

“Company! Company!” Ranbird answered in a shrill voice only to continue picking up the seeds off the ground.

Y/N liked spending time with Ranboo. He was a bit of an enigma with his memory issues and interesting behavior at points but Y/N loved hanging out with him. He would always try to offer to play pranks on Techno but Ranboo was too apprehensive about it, not wanting to make the scary Pig Hybrid mad at him.

The two had a bit of a running joke going on where both Ranboo and Y/N would call the other weird. Ranboo for his weird behavior and Y/N for the simple fact that he apparently didn’t fear Techno at all. Philza and Ranboo having to mostly hold him back before he could seriously upset Techno.

“Enderchest? Come here!” Y/N called out and continued to do the typical mouth noises to attract cats. Luckily he did come around a corner.

Happily meowing when Enderchest saw Y/N. Chirping as he pressed his body against Y/N’s legs.

“See, you are a kitty and I am a dog hybrid but we like each other.” Was he still a bit salty about the fact that they most certainly chose him to take care of the pets due to his Hybrid side?

Yes. Definitely.

Sure, no one else was there who could deal with it but on the other hand normally they were always so prepared for everything so this must have been planned beforehand. They didn’t feed the animals on purpose because obviously he was there and had time.

A loud meow pulled Y/N back out of his thoughts again.

“Sorry, Enderchest. You are right it’s food time.”

He then took out two fish and placed it in front of the cat who immediately put them in his mouth and ran off with them. Probably to eat in peace.

Next on the list was Carl. If Y/N didn’t make sure that Carl was absolutely doing alright and was fed Techno would kill him. And while Y/N liked to joke with Techno and pretend that he wasn’t as dangerous as everyone else is treating him like, he also knew that Carl is so important to him that Techno let him get himself kidnapped by the Butcher Army for the horse’s safety.

Technoblade hid his horse behind a wall but Philza one day accidentally found it. Y/N immediately took the chance to build an actual hidden entrance. He liked being a bit of an annoyance for Techno but if he can somehow help out, he will.

Pressing a button on the stone wall gave away to the little stable he and Philza made for Carl.

“Breakfast!”

Some Hay and other food was always ready for Carl so all Y/N had to do was put some of it in the tray and make sure he still had water. Everything seemed fine so Y/N took a second to pet him.

“No idea why Techno is so attached to you but you do seem like a good one. He protects you so you better make sure to not disappoint him as well.”

Carl neighed and nuzzled his nose into Y/N’s shoulder. Softly nabbing on the clothes which made the man laugh in return and softly shoved Carl’s face away from him.

“My clothes aren’t food, buddy!”

Luckily Carl didn’t continue to screw around and instead concentrated on his actual food.

The next pit stop were the turtles and cows. It was easy feeding them since you just placed down the food and then let them go about their day. No, the dog army would be a problem later. They might be war dogs but they were still playful dogs.

Y/N closed up the stable for Carl and made his way through the snow towards the cows first. Opening up a chest that stood close by. He placed it there a few days back with a ton of wheat. It was meant as way to help with the feeding. It was meant for the others since these cows didn’t belong to him but now he was stuck with the responsibility after all.

The cows were happily chewing on the food that Y/N threw into their enclosure and seemed to be doing alright as well so he moved on to the turtles.

For the turtles he actually had to get into the enclosure. Putting the kelp down near the water so the turtles inside the water could see him placing the food down as well. All the while he had to make sure to not accidentally walk on top of the eggs that some of these turtles have laid.

The animals themselves seemed to ignore Y/N. Just slowly crawling along the coarse sand or floating inside the water.

That’s when Y/N heard a groan from behind him. A groan he knew too well.

“Oh no you don’t!”

Y/N swiveled around and pulled out his netherite sword. A sword he made with the help of Philza. During his travels in the nether he found some ancient debris but since he never worked with that material he asked Phil for help. Which was also the reason why the purple sword was called Swordza.

“You helped me make it, I’m naming it after you.” He said to Philza’s dismay.

Right now though the reason why he turned around so fast was that he heard the familiar retching sound of a zombie. It was still early in the morning no surprise there that a loose zombie might be around the place.

Also no surprise that the zombie appeared around the turtle enclosure. For some reason they loved trampling down turtle eggs which was really just barbaric if you really thought about it. Beings that seemingly just wandered around the overworld with no goal but as soon as they spot turtle eggs they suddenly know exactly where to go. Well, besides when they find a human to attack.

The zombie limped towards the turtles.

Y/N didn’t wait long to react. He immediately took a running start and jumped over the fence. Striking down with his sword while he was landing, giving the attack a little more oomph. Together with the enchantments on the sword the zombie fell down into a burning mess. Gurgling sounds escaping it only to die down. A growl escaped Y/N’s throat as he stared at the dead mob.

“Nothing will happen to the little ones while I have anything to say about it!”

He took another sweeping look around the place but found nothing out of the ordinary. With a relieved sigh he put his sword back. The turtles were fed and safe.

Though as he looked around his eyes fell unto the hoard of dogs. All fenced in under a self-made roof. Most of the dogs were laying around either in a small pile or alone. Some were trotting around or even playing but it seemed like the dogs were still tired.

It was time to deal with them.

Y/N walked over to the dogs and as he stepped closer the animals immediately took notice of him. A few running over to him while others just patiently stared. As he got closer to the fence the nearest dogs put their front paws on the fence. Barking excitedly.

If Y/N went in like this some will run out and that was not something he wanted to deal with. There was still some adrenaline pumping through his veins from back when he spotted the zombie but he was still slowly beginning to freeze. Honestly he wanted to get through this fast so he can go back into his cabin and enjoy the warmth of his hearth.

Maybe even begin to plot on how to get back at the Syndicate for doing this to him.

But this wasn’t important right now.

Y/N let out a sharp and loud whistle “Away! Come one! Move out of the way!” He pointed to a corner and surprisingly the dogs seemed to understand that he wanted them away from the gates.

When he opened said gate the dogs patiently waited for him to move in and close it again before they suddenly begun to swarm him. Jumping up trying to lick his face or they began sniffing him out.

“Hey! Stop! I can’t feed you like that!”

He had a frown on his face but his tail was happily swinging from side to side as the dogs greeted him.

“Okay, stop! Sit!”

Luckily the dogs were well trained since they immediately sat down. Still panting in excitement and whining but now they weren’t trying to pull Y/N down to play with him.

In return Y/N got out the steaks out of his inventory and walked past the dogs. Giving each one of them their share. Whenever some dogs begun to scuffle over the food all Y/N had to do was to whistle or yell “Stop!” and they would listen.

Truthfully he feared that feeding the dogs would be the most difficult task of all the animals but as it turned out they listened to him rather well. It’s probably only because Techno trained them so well but still, maybe there is a way Y/N could use this power for himself.

It didn’t take long for Y/N to feed all the dogs but once he reached the last one the first dogs were already done eating and happily following Y/N around the fenced off area. Sometimes barking, hoping to get his attention. While his ears would always move in the direction of the barking dogs, he made appoint to concentrate on the dogs that he was actually interacting with.

Though when he was done he finally turned around to look at the happy dogs “You guys are needy, did you know that?”

As if to answer a dog right in front of him sat down and woofed at him.

Y/N rolled his eyes and knelt down, scratching that one particular dog behind his ear “You little pooch.”

That was a mistake. A huge mistake.

As he went down and balanced on the front of his feet the other dogs saw their chance as he went down to their height, practically jumping on.

Startled the Hybrid let out a yelp as the dogs pushed him on his back. Licking his face or tugging on his clothes.

He tried pushing the dogs away from his face but it he was unsuccessful. For every dog he pushed away two new dogs would try to jump into that new space. Sadly also pushing the dogs away seemed to be something fun for them.

At some point Y/N managed to get back up but still got swarmed by the dogs. All the dogs now in a happy playful mood after having eaten. Y/N could just tell them off but everyone on the outside could see that he had fun as well playing and tussling with the dogs.

Over time that tussling just became the dogs jumping into Y/N arms so he could throw them a few feet away while simultaneously trying to not fall down as some dogs begun tugging on his clothes again. The longer it kept going the more tired he got which was hi downfall. Quite literally.

He fell over again and while the dogs swarmed around him they too were getting tired and just laid down next to him. Framing his body or just straight up laying on top of him, one dog even snuggled up to his head, ending up more as a pillow for him.

At first Y/N tried to struggle against being buried alive by the animals but as soon as he noticed the warmth engulfing his body instead of the cold harsh wind he accepted his fate.

After all he was done with feeding the pets.

“Horrible. Techno would be proud with how relentless you all are.” A yawn escaped his lips which seemed to infect a few of the dogs as well.

It really didn’t take long for him to fall asleep. It was warm, soft and he felt safe.

The meeting for the Syndicate took longer than expected. They spent way too much time trying to find a common goal to start with. They didn’t want to do something huge at the beginning but start small, something that would test their cooperation and teamwork.

Though after they finally found something and started planning a few hours had past and since both Ranboo and Niki apparently had people to meet they had to stop the meeting early.

“You think the animals will be fine?” Ranboo asked Philza as they stepped out of their hidden headquarters.

The older man just waved off his question “Ah, they will be fine! We rag on Y/N often but we can trust him with things like these. He’s a good one even if he absolutely refuses to give Techno a straight answer when it comes to governments. I do believe he is only doing that to annoy him though.”

As the group approached their home again everyone took a good look around.

“Well, everything seems normal.” Techno noted.

Niki scowled “Aw I had hoped to see him. I couldn’t even say hello when I got here.”

That’s when Ranboo stopped dead in his track. He wanted to go home to get ready for Snowchester but something inside the dog pen caught his attention “Oh by Ender! There is an arm! The dogs have an arm!”

The other three ran over, confused with what the hell he was talking about only to see he was right. There was an arm sticking outside of the dogpile. Why did the dogs pile up in the first place though?

Out of nowhere Phil snorted and pressed his hand against his chest and mouth. Trying to stifle a laugh.

Niki still looked shocked and worried, confused with Phil’s reaction “What? Philza, why are you laughing?”

“Let me show you. Y/N! Are you awake, mate?”

At first nothing happened but then suddenly the arm moved and retreated back inside the dogpile. Now the others understood what happened.

Both Niki and Ranboo looked a bit embarrassed that they genuinely thought that these dogs might have ripped off an arm and were now cuddling with it.

Techno stayed stoic as always. Folding his arms in front of his chest, waiting for Y/N to properly react.

“Y/N, come on!” Phil called out again.

A muffled groan came from the pile of dogs and Y/N’s head appeared as he sat up “What?” He whined “I was having such a nice dream!”

“Oh my- Y/N! Good morning!” Niki greeted the Hybrid happily.

In response Y/N got a bit out of his furry burial but still pulled one of the ferocious war dogs closer to himself, hugging it. His tail now out as well showing the others his happy mood as he slowly drifted off again.

“Hello, Niki.” He sounded still half asleep. At least the others assumed since his face was buried in the dogs grey fur.

“Y/N please get away from my hound army. They are bred to fight and kill not for hugs and naps.” Techno grumbled.

“Then why are they so comfy and love me so much. They love me so much more than you” He made sure to drawl out the word “love” to really hammer that fact in.

“Let’s make Y/N then our go to pet sitter.” Phil noted.

This seemed to wake up Y/N, he immediately looked up with a scowl “No! I am not going to be your pet sitter! You put me in that role in the first place because I’m a Border Collie Hybrid, or am I wrong? If it’s true that’s seriously screwed up, by the way!”

Techno sighed “Yep, there he is. Now he is awake alright.”

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strawwritesfic · 3 years ago

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Bucky Barnes x Pregnant!Enhanced!Reader: Where Gods Do Fear to Tread [Ch. 7]

Summary: You can teach an old dog new tricks, but it’s going to cost you.

Challenge: “9 Months” challenge by crackleviolet on Lunaescence Archive -- Bonus One -- Twins

Rating/Warnings/Tags: T (sexual references; pregnancy; multiple pregnancy; Bucky attends therapy sessions; physical violence against a pregnant woman (accidentally, by a villain); child abduction; foul language; Enhanced!Reader; Avenger!Reader; Tony & Reader friendship; Sharon & Reader friendship; Sam & Steve Friendship; Steve & Reader Friendship; Steve & Bucky friendship; Avengers Tower; Bucky spent time with Red Room)

Pairings: Bucky Barnes/Female!Reader; Steve/Sharon; Tony/Pepper

Tag List: @imaginesfire; @ginger-swag-rapunzel

Master List

Chapter 7: Picking Names

Finding out you had not one baby but two growing inside you went a long way in explaining why you felt as horrible as you did in the following months. Your extreme morning sickness faded in time, only to be replaced by symptoms you considered—despite all insistence previously—to be much worse.

The sharp leg cramps weren’t too bad…at first. By month eight, they were agonizing. All you wanted to do nearly all the time was sleep, but the pain always woke you up. Even that might have been tolerable, however, if you weren’t gaining weight on top of everything else. At least if you had had morning sickness, you wouldn’t have been so hungry all the damn time.

You felt like a blimp, truth be told, a feeling only exacerbated by your bellybutton popping out. If only you could have slept and forgotten how you looked! Instead, you remained trapped in a cycle of pain and exhaustion that by then you worried wasn’t really going to end in a month’s time.

“Just kill me,” you moaned against the couch pillow. “I don’t want to live anymore.”

“Sorry. No can do.”

It cost you some energy, but you managed to lift your head high enough to shoot Tony a glare. Bucky, Steve, and Sam were painting the nursery upstairs and had sent you away due to concerns over fumes. You had come to the common area to try napping, but Tony was busy in the kitchen and just wouldn’t leave. If he insisted on babysitting you, the least he could have done was try to humor you at the same time.

“Why not?” you asked.

“Again, I’m not looking into provoking your husband into putting a complete kibosh on the Stark line. He’s got Wilson and Rogers to back him up, too. Can you imagine the obituary? ‘Killed by three honored vets.’ No one would attend my funeral.”

“What about time travel? Send me back to warn myself not to get pregnant.”

“Theoretically impossible, not to mention rife with possibilities to ruin our present.”

“Remind me again what use it is, being your friend?”

“I will concede that most of the benefits are wasted on a married woman,” he said with a smile.

Huffing, you laid back down to stare blearily at the wide-screen television affixed to the opposite wall. Tears obscured the images moving across it. When you tried to blink them away, your eyelids got stuck in place. The voices and Tony’s presence seemed to fade away. Maybe you could get some sleep after all…

“[Name]. Hey, come on [Name]. Wake up.”

“She’s not moving.”

“[Name].”

“You want me to get my Hulk prod?”

“I swear to God, Tony, if you try tazing my wife—”

“You got a better idea?”

“Try leaving her there? She probably needs the rest.”

“She can’t sleep on the couch for the rest of the night, Sam.”

It didn’t feel as though you had slept long at all when a cacophony of voices interrupted your nap. Try as you might have to ignore them, they just wouldn’t stop talking. You opened your eyes with a sharp exhalation of breath to find Tony, Bucky, Sam, and Steve all standing crowded around your sofa.

“We thought you finally might have died,” Tony explained.

“If she had died on your watch,” Bucky began, but Tony interrupted him with:

“Your level of faith in me continues to astound me, Barnes.”

“I’m not going to die in my sleep,” you said testily as you pushed yourself clumsily into a seated position. “Especially when you all won’t let me stay asleep. I thought you guys were working on the nursery.”

“We finished. Having two super soldiers on the job makes painting easy work,” said Sam.

“Sam did most of the hard stuff,” Steve put in. “Then we came down to eat and found you passed out here. Buck nearly had a heart attack.”

“You look fine to me. Let’s get cooking. I’m starving.”

“You’re the only one speaking my language, Wilson,” Tony said, and the two of them disappeared from view.

Steve lingered only a little longer to smirk at the embarrassed color on Bucky’s face. Then he, too, wandered off to “help” the other two in the kitchen.

“Did you really think I was dead?” you asked your husband.

His color deepened. “Of course not.”

“Really?”

“I was only worried. You haven’t been out that hard in weeks.”

“You big old worrywart.” His typical retort about not being old was cut short by your suddenly lifting your ups to him. “Hold me?”

“I can’t.”

And here he’d been giving you a serious case of the warm fuzzies—or heartburn. Hard to tell through all the other pregnancy symptoms sometimes. You dropped your arms and scowled.

“Yes, you can. We’ve been over this. I’m not all fragile like Steve was before he got his muscle juice. You aren’t going to hurt me.”

Someone in the kitchen—Steve, probably—snorted while Bucky shook his head.

“No, [Name]. I literally can’t hold you. Your force field’s been up since we found you here.”

“Oh. That explains the Hulk Prod.”

This was yet another “fun” pregnancy symptom: Your powers were all out of whack. Luckily there wasn’t much of anything trying to attack you in your day-to-day life in the tower (Steve having officially benched you ages ago), so you weren’t constantly flinging people and objects across various rooms. Your protective bubble, however, kept popping whenever it damn well pleased. Since it had never been linked to your mood before, Bruce theorized that your hormones were messing things up. There was nothing to stop it until the twins were born.

You struggled to shove the field away for a moment before lifting your arms up to Bucky for a second time.

“There. Now will you hold me?”

“If you insist.“

He sat down next to you, carefully shifting you around until you reclined across his lap. It wasn’t long after that that you’d looped your arms around his neck. Thank God he had super soldier thighs, otherwise he’d probably have needed to look into a pair of mechanical legs after you finished cuddling with him, too. Having his wife replaced with a fleshy whale must have been hard on him, but he hadn’t said a single thing about your weight the entire time.

“You know he’s just going along with that to get out of cooking, right?” Sam asked.

“I don’t care,” you announced, and kissed Bucky full on the mouth.

Never one to shy away from public displays of affection, he kissed you right back. It might have been a nice little moment. Might have been. If Tony hadn’t broke in with:

“Get a room, would you?”

“You get a room,” you said.

“The entire tower is my room. Seeing Barnes kiss someone is one step away from watching Steve kiss someone. You really want to put me off my dinner?”

“Hilarious,” said Steve.

“Spoil sport,” you muttered, but the moment was over. Wasn’t like you could do much more to Bucky given your present condition anyway. It was just nice to know your husband wasn’t entirely disgusted by your appearance every once and awhile.

As if he could read your mind, Bucky moved his hands down to your enormous belly. “How are they?” he asked.

“Busy. They kick more and more every day. Not too sure they’re going to get along once they’re out here.”

“We’ll have to fix that, won’t we? We’ll ground them for a week after they’re born.” He kissed you again, this time on the tip of your noise.

“Isn’t it about time we give them names? So we don’t have to talk about them collectively?”

“I already told you, we’ve got their names.”

“And I already told you we aren’t naming our daughter Sarah until you’ve cleared it with Steve.”

Bucky didn’t take his eyes off of you, just lifted his voice to say, “Hey, Steve!”

“Yeah?”

“[Name] and I are naming our daughter after your ma!”

“Wha—”

“Steve says it’s fine.”

You couldn’t entirely stifle your laugh. “He did not.”

“It’s fine, [Name]. Mom would have liked that,” Steve said. He sounded amused as well.

“And the boy’s Beck, after my sister,” said Bucky, as though this were the most obvious thing in the world. “Sarah and Beck.”

“Sarah and Beck,” you repeated.

This must have been encouragement enough to confirm the matter for Bucky. He grinned, leaned toward your massive stomach, and said, “Hey. Sarah. Beck. Stop fighting. Your parents don’t approve.”

In reply—or retaliation—one of them kicked. Bucky’s grin grew wider still.

“Told you they were busy,” you said.

He laughed, kissing you once more. It was the best evening you’d spent in weeks. Even Bucky seemed happier and more optimistic that night. Being an Avenger always seemed to complicate your personal life, but just then you felt that it just might make having kids even better than having them as a normal person would have.

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myinconnelly1 · 3 years ago

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Winter in Summer - Getting a Bite to Eat (pt 3)

Bucky Barnes x Pregnant!Reader

Summary: You are rescued by a stranger, when Hydra tries to adduct you in the street.

Masterlist

Warnings: none really

word count: 556

a big thanks to @deaan for being my alpha reader and helping with simple words like Pizzeria.

“My name is James,” the dark-haired man said softly as he crouched near you. “But you can call me Bucky. Can you stand?” He smiled kindly and offered his hand. You stood slowly with his help and placed a hand on your lower back.

“You two okay?” Bucky asked, looking down at your belly and then moving over to a window when he heard something. Your other hand went to the lowest part of your belly, wincing as you felt a cramp. You didn’t know how long you had been asleep and knew you had to pee and should have something to drink before you got dehydrated in this heat.

“I need to pee, what is going on?” You pried, remembering what had happened in the street when you saw that Bucky had a gun tucked in his waistband.

“You’ve been targeted by Hydra,” Bucky answered stiffly.

“Hydra?” you cried. The idea that Nazis were after you for some reason terrified you. Bucky rushed over and placed a hand over your mouth.

“Keep quiet. They aren't too far,” Bucky shushed as you nodded. "We’re gonna escape through that door,” he pointed. “We’ll go into one of the pizzerias. You can use the bathroom there and we’ll get a slice to blend in.”

“Won’t they see or follow us?” you asked though your stomach rumbled at that moment to remind you that you were hungry as well. “Nevermind, I’ll take that chance,” you waved your hand in dismissal of your earlier question.

Bucky put his hand around your back again to help you crouch, and you realized at that moment that his arm was metal. You made a note to ask him about that later. Then, the two of you were making your way out of the warehouse and blending back into the crowd.

“How long have I been asleep for?” You questioned, realizing that it had been early afternoon when he had rescued you at the fruit stand but it was nighttime now.

“A few hours. You needed the sleep and they didn’t seem to know we were in the warehouse then.” Bucky answered as he held you close to his side. To a random onlooker, you assumed you looked like an average couple.

The two of you walked the short distance to the Cafe del Mar, a bustling little pizzeria on the water.

“Alright, do your thing and try not to take too long. I’ll get us some food, and we will try to get a room in the hotel around the corner,” Bucky whispered. You nodded, moving as quickly as you could.

You sighed when you found that the bathroom was empty and locked the door behind you. In the silence, fear and doubt took over. You didn’t know Bucky and trusting him was risky. Maybe this whole thing was a ruse by Hydra to get you alone.

Was Hydra even still around? Weren’t they destroyed by Captain America?

“I need water,” You said out loud. Your head hurt, and your belly was still tight. You splashed some water on your face then walked out the door and into a person.

“Been looking for you,” the tall man from the market said. “For someone cute like you, you’re a pain in the ass.”

“Bucky!” you screamed as you tried to rush past him.

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#marvel #bucky x reader #bucky x pregnant!reader #bucky barnes #brock rumlow #pregnant!reader #hydra #myin has never been to italy.

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area54writer · 3 years ago

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New Boss In Town Part 2

Info: Welcome to Part 2 of New Boss in town! I hope u liked part 1.

Warning ⚠️: Smut (but not with Max) blood, feeding, and Max Flirting 🥵

3 Months Later (Part 2)

Michelle's POV (㇏(•̀ᵥᵥ•́)ノ)

I'm sooo glad it's the weekend work is such a pain in the ass now. Ever since Max came into the picture he thinks I'm his friend. Obviously I'm not. He's nothing but a cocky blood sucking spoiled son of a bitch. He constantly flirts with me and every other girl at work. Me however don't fall for his little fake ass swag. But it's Saturday and I don't have to put up with that dickhead. Oh, I forgot to mention now that he has my phone number now he blows up my phone for the dumbest reasons.

*ding*

I look at my phone and it's the devil.

MP: Hey gorgeous I want to ask you if you wanted to hang out with me tonight at the new bar that a friend of mines just opened up. Then maybe after wards we can kick it at my place 😏

Ugh! The nerve of this asshole. I really wanna say no but I really don't have many friends...damn it. Before I could even stop myself I'm texting him back.

ML: Listen Max before I say yes we're keeping this a professional relationship no sexual activity included. I mean no touching me unless it's a brief hug or a handshake. Got it?

MP: Geez...I love it when you're being bossy. But yes ma'am I totally understand. But would you dance with me though?

I let out a sigh and typed.

ML: sure. what time are you picking me up?

MP: how about 9:30pm?

ML: that's fine. I'll see you later✌🏾

MP: see you later bbg🥰

I rolled my eyes and tossed my phone on the couch. What the fuck did I just do? Here I am trying to hide the fact that I am a vampire but I'm out here going to go party with one who's my boss for god sake. Now I need to find something to wear...fuck!

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It's finally 9:30 and I'm just waiting for Max outside of my apartments. I don't want him to see which apartment I stay in.

*Michelle Outfit*

I was about to call him and change my mind but a shiny black Mercedes Benz pulls up in front of me. The back seat window rolls down and I'm met with a pair of dark sunglasses. Why sunglasses? It's night time!

The door opens and Max gets out and he's wearing a expensive black suit and matching shirt but without a tie. Eh, I've seen better. "Don't you look delicious Michelle." He grins taking off his sunglasses. "Thank you...are you ready to go?" I asked getting slightly annoyed with the staring. "Yes ma'am...ladies first." He gestures me to go in the car first. He places his hand on my ass and I snap my fingers. His hand immediately cramps up and I smile in satisfaction. "Ow, that's not nice Michelle." He pouts as he gets in the car. "Stop whining...that's what you get for touching my ass." I smiled as I put my seatbelt on.

"It's not my fault your ass looks absolutely amazing in that dress. Mhm...and those thighs...those legs...ooh...you're making me so hard right now." Geez...I don't I think I ever met a vampire sooo horny before. This dude is all over the place. He scoots closer to me and wraps his arm around me. "Dude...you are incredibly too close to me." I sighed as I crossed my arms over my chest and crossed my legs. Max places his hand on my thigh and starts rubbing it very sexually. I swear this dude thinks with his dick.

"Didn't I tell you that we're just going as friends and nothing sexual attached." I sighed turning my head to him. He's staring at my neck with such hunger. I'm just surprised he hasn't smelled my vampire blood. I guess all he smell is the magic. "You have five seconds to remove your hand. Or I'll cut it off." I said very seriously. "Mhm...so feisty...mhm...I love it. But by the look in your eyes I can tell you're being serious so I'll behave myself." He finally moves over back to his side of the car and I let out a sigh of relief.

I'm actually upset that I made him move away...what the hell am I saying?! Ew! No no no no no!! I'm not falling for this asshole. I couldn't help but look over at him. He's on his phone texting someone...probably some other chick. I have to admit he looks really good in his suit. I mean he always do and it makes me feel some type of way. Theres other things about him that makes me feel weird. Like his hands, his eyes, his voice, his body, and especially his lips.

Those damn cute pouty lips. Fuck...I just know he's a good kisser. I actually wouldn't mind kissing him. "You're staring at me kitten." Max says making me snap out of my thoughts. "Shut up." I scoffed then rolling my eyes. "Aww, you're so cute when you blush." He chuckled as he put his phone back in his suit jacket pocket. "Whatever...but you look nice." I said. Once I said that Max let's out a loud gasp. He turns to me and place his fist under his chin.

"Awww!!! You gave me a compliment. That's sooo swe-." I cut Max off by unbuckling my seatbelt. "Oh, look we're here. Come on." I smiled as I get out of the car. I fixed my dress and walked around the car to Max's side. Before I could even walk ahead of him he grabs my hand and decides that we're going to walk in together. He gives me a smirk making me let out sigh. He's so annoying.

When we enter the bar I couldn't believe how it looked. I don't think I've ever seen a club so packed and vibrant. I guess everyone wanted to try it out. "Come on let's go to our section." Max grins as he guides me to wherever our section is.

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The lighting in here is amazing and the music vibrating my entire body. I love it here already. However...I'm getting hungry. Hearing all these heart beats and the smell of people skin is making me so fucking hungry. Even though I literally drunk a whole blood pack that I got from a hospital before I left to fill me up. I still crave the freshness and warmness from the source. Max takes me to a booth I guess you would call it and there's other people there. I'm guessing it's Max's friend and his "girlfriends". They're all humans too. "Max! How are you buddy?!" The guy cheered who looks around Max age....well he looks young probably around his thirties since Max is old as fuck.

"Hey Jerry!! How's my main man?!" Max cheered loudly letting go of my hand. I actually didn't want him to let go...SNAP OUT OF IT YOU DUMBASS! Don't fall for Max! I snapped out of my thoughts and took a seat on the pink couch. Max and Jerry takes a seat then Jerry looks over at me. "Who is this beautiful lady?" Jerry asked Max but smiling brightly at me. I could sense the anger rising from Max which is actually cute. Jerry extends his hand out for me to shake and I shake it. I don't wanna be rude to my Boss's friend.

"I'm Michelle." I smiled kindly at him. "Mhm...you are beautiful...are you and Max a couple?" He asked with a super flirty smile. Jerry isn't ugly...he's just not my type. He looks like a hoe. He has brown neck length curly hair, a beard, nice built, pretty smile, and he dresses very casual but not raggedy. He kisses the back of my hand and I couldn't help but blush. A guy hasn't done that to me in years. "We're not a couple...he's my boss and we're...friends." I explained with smile. "Ooh, I'm shocked. Well if you get tired of this old ass vamp then hit me up." He gives me his card but I didn't even pay attention to it.

I grab the card and slowly moved my hand away. "You know what he is?" I asked Jerry and he nodded. "Yep, because he promised me that he'll turn me one day. Not now ya know...but soon." Jerry shrugged as if it's nothing. He's acting like Max is gonna get him a new car! I swear humans are dumb as hell!! "Are you sure that's something you want?" I asked him. "Yep! I wanna be a good looking bachelor and party forever!!" He cheered making Max laugh. "Wow." That's all I said. I just shook my head and let it go. "Mhm...we need drinks. I'll be right back." Jerry says getting up.

"Ladies...please keep Max well fed." He winks at the two girls making them giggle. "Mhm...thank god, I'm fucking starving. Let's see...Michelle which one the blonde or the brunette?" Is he seriously asking me?! I should slap that cute smile right off his face. "I don't fucking care." I sighed frustratedly. Max smiles at me and let's out a laugh. "Are you jealous?" He asked making me roll my eyes. "Boy, bye. You wish." I scoffed then crossing my arms.

"Yeah, okay. Hey Blondie...go close the curtains." Max grins. She gets up and do what he says. She pulled a velvet cord and the curtains fall. So no one can see us at all. Cool. Max tells the brunette girl to sit in his lap and she does willingly. He moves her hair to the side and bite her neck. I couldn't help but stare cause I'm fucking starving. I shifted in my seat uncomfortably and squeezed my legs together.

"Mhm..." Max kept humming and moaning while he drank the girl's blood. Quite frankly I'm getting turned on because of the sounds he's making. He switched to the blonde girl and as for the brunette she cleans her neck with a napkin and fucking hell I just wanna lick it up for her. Fuck! I need a drink...where the hell is Jerry?! What seemed like forever Jerry comes back with a friend and the drinks. Oooh, he's cute. He's tall and has beautiful light brown skin, perfect white teeth, a box cut hairstyle, hazel eyes, and swag! He looks good enough to eat....literally. Remember Michelle no feeding on humans! My conscious is a pain in the ass.

"Guys, this is a friend of mines Aiden. I hope you guys don't mind if he joins." Jerry says as he sits the drinks down on the table. He brought different kinds of bottles and honestly I'll drink everything. "Aiden, this is Max and his friend Michelle." Jerry introduces us and Aiden shakes our hands. Aiden sits next to me between Max and I. Me however didn't mind but Max was absolutely mad. While me and Aiden talked Max kept taking glances at us. I don't even think he was paying attention to Jerry. Me however was doing every flirt move that was created. I would touch him on his thigh or his arm, laugh at his corny jokes, compliment him, and just be sexy.

I already had three drinks and I want to dance. Because I'm getting thirsty and this liquor ain't making it better. "Hey, Aiden wanna dance with me?" I asked him and rain my long acrylic nails over his thigh. "Uh, s-sure." He smiled. "Come on." I giggled while grabbing his hand. "We'll see you guys later." I winked as I guided Aiden to the dance floor.

"Seems like those two like each other." Jerry said. Max didn't say anything but I could tell he's getting more angry. Me and Aiden is on the dance floor and we're dancing very closely to each other. My ass rubbing against his crotch, his hands on my hips, and our bodies swaying to the music. This is so much fun! Even though my thirst is about to kill me. Mhm...I have an idea. I turned around to face Aiden and wrapped my arms around his neck. "Did I ever mention how pretty you are?" He asked and I couldn't help but smile. "Yes, you have. Let's go do something fun." I grinned.

I know I shouldn't be doing this but at this point I don't give a damn.

"Like what?" He smirked. "Let's hook up in the restroom...it'll be hella fun." I just know he'll say yes. I could compel him but I'm too weak to do it at the moment. "S-Sure...let's do it." He so cute...too bad I gotta feed on him. But I won't kill him though. I grab his hand and sneak him into the women's restroom. I take him in the last big stall. Before I could even get a word out Aiden kisses me and picks me up. Well damn. I wrap my legs around his waist and my arms go around his neck.

My back is against the wall and Aiden starts unbuckling his belt. I scrunch my dress up then moved my panties to the side. Aiden spits on his hand and gave his very large dick and few jerks then slowly pushes himself in me. I let out a low moan from the foreign feeling. I haven't had sex in I don't know how long. "Mhm...fuck." I breathed out as he started to thrust into me faster. "You feel so damn good. Fuck you're tight." Aiden grunted into my neck.

I couldn't believe how good Aiden is fucking me right now. The way his dick is hitting my spot over and over is making me more wet and horny. I guess it's because I haven't had sex in a long time cause I could feel myself coming already. Aiden however keeps going. "L-Let's...try another position." I said and Aiden nodded. I know what you're thinking. I can't believe she's fucking a random guy! Omfg where's your protection?! Ew, what the fuck?! That's nasty. Well that's the thing about being a vampire. I can't get any type of disease or sickness!

Anyways back to me and Aiden. He puts me down and pulls out. I turn around and bend over to lean on the rail. Aiden pushes his dick back inside me causing a soft grunt to escape his lips. I started moving back and forth on his hard dick. I speeded up faster and faster making Aiden smack my ass cheeks really hard. Damn it....I love that. After countless (what felt like hours) of fucking Aiden cums deep inside me. Then I cum too right after. "W-Wow...that was amazing." Aiden breathed heavily as he pulls out.

I stand up straight and fix my panties back to how it was. I turned to look at Aiden and he's fixing himself up. I raised my eyebrow at him as I stared at his thick neck. A terrible idea came to my head and I know I shouldn't do it but I am anyways. "How about a round 2?" I asked him as licked my lips slowly.

"S-Seriously? Max and Jerry are probably wandering where we are." Aww, isn't he adorable. I strutted slowly to Aiden now standing in front of him. Then I ran my fingers down his chest. "They'll be fine. Sooo sit down and relax Aiden..." I said in the calmest voice I could managed. He calms down and once he did I pushed him down on the toilet. "Woah, damn girl." He chuckled. I didn't say anything i just stared at the blue pulsing vein in his neck. I sit down on his lap and start kissing his neck. When I get to the right side of his neck I grab his jaw tightly. Holding his head in place. "I-I...I'm not really into being bottomed Michelle." He chuckled nervously but I could care less.

I tilt his head to the side and finally and I mean finally sink my teeth into him. "God damn it! Michelle what are you doing?!" He shouts and it's getting on my nerves so I cover his mouth. I kept drinking his delicious warm blood as he squirmed underneath me. I could feel my adrenaline going insane and my horniness has reached a whole other level. I moaned against his neck as I dig my teeth deeper into him. I feel my panties overflowing with my juices and it's amazing. That's enough Michelle...you're going to kill him. My conciseness is right but he's so fucking good! I released my teeth from his neck and took in deep breath of air. "W-Why...d-did you bite me?" Aiden asked wearily.

"W-Why is your face like that? What's wrong with your eyes?!" He kept asking questions and more questions but all I could focus on was his blood. "Mhm...you taste so fucking good. I think I had two orgasms while feeding on you. Fuck...I want some more." I grinned. I covered his mouth again and he starts freaking out. I grab his wrist with my free hand and bring it to my mouth. I sink my teeth into his wrist and start drinking his blood. "Mhm...Mhm!!" I moaned into his skin as I squeezed my thighs together. My legs start to shake as I explode into my panties. That's enough you greedy little girl! You're gonna kill him with yo greedy ass!

I let go of his wrist and drop it beside him. "I'm so sorry Aiden...I was just...oh no!" He's not moving! I killed him!! Oh my fucking God!!! Not again!! I quickly get off of him and stare at him. What the fuck do I do? I'm so stupid! Why did I do this in a public place? I couldn't stop crying, my breathing is becoming irregular, my palms are sweaty, and I can't focus. I think I'm having a panic attack! Shit!

Call Max Dumbass! I totally forgot about Max. I grab my phone from my purse that I tossed on the floor and looked for my phone. I find it and text Max.

ML: MAX!!! MAX!!! MAX!!!

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ML: MAX TEXT ME BACK ITS A FUCKING EMERGENCY!!!!! I rlly need your help!!!😭

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ML: MAX!!! Please pick the fucking phone up!!!😭😭😭

MP: what's wrong baby girl? U okay????

ML: NO! I did something stupid and bad and very wrong! I'm freaking out! Please come to the girls restroom. Tell Jerry you're going to the restroom to piss or sum thing! Just get in here!!!!!!

MP: 🤨 ummm okayyy otw

ML: Thank u

I waited for Max to come and it doesn't take long for me to hear the door open. "Michelle? If this is some weird Threesome with Aiden...then I wouldn't mind. I just don't like sharing." He's such a idiot. I unlocked the stall door just a little and waved Max down. "I'm in here." I squeaked like a little church mouse. "Heyyyy....what's wrong?" He asked with a concerned look. I didn't let him in yet cause I'm a little embarrassed and ashamed. My entire mouth and fingers are covered in blood. "Before you come in...please don't look at me differently." I said as my lips quivered. "Aw, sweetheart. A little blood doesn't bother me. It's natural for women to go through these kinds of things Michelle." I can't believe how nice he sounds. I've never heard him sound so nice.

I wanna laugh but my anxiety is too high for me to do so. "Trust me it's bad." I sighed as I opened the door fully for him to come in. "I've dealt with many women on their periods Kitten. How bad can it....be???" Max stops talking when he saw Aiden sitting on the toilet. "What the fuckery happened?!" Max whispered yelled. "Who did this? I sure as hell didn't!" Max exclaims now looking at me. "I-I did." I cried as I looked down at the floor so he wouldn't see my face. "You?" Max asked as he walked over to me. He moves my hair from my face then grabs my chin. I tried to move his hand away but it didn't work.

He examines my face with soft curious eyes. "You're a vampire?" He asked me and I nodded. "Y-Yes." I sniffed with tears running down my filthy face. "Why didn't you tell me? How come I didn't fucking notice it?" He asked me as he let's go of my chin. "Honestly...I don't know. I guess I didn't know what kind of vampire you was. A good guy or a bad guy. But to answer your second question my magic blocks out my vampire scent." I explained the best way I could.

"I see...but why the fuck are you so upset? You're a vampire...this is in your nature!" He chuckles making me roll my eyes. I wiped my eyes and let out a huff. "I know...I just hate feeding on humans. It's wrong and I can't control myself. Every time I feed on someone they die and I swore to never do it again. That's why I only drink human blood from blood bags that I get from hospitals. Until tonight. When I saw you feeding on those girls I got really hungry and tempted. I was gonna drink from Jerry but I saw Aiden and he's so cute and now he's dead!" I cried again slight panicky.

"You're so cute. Let Daddy fix this." He grins then winks at me. He goes over to Aiden and checks his pulse. Did he just call himself Daddy? "Ah! He's not dead...just unconscious. Damn, girl you almost drained him." Max chuckled. I rolled my eyes and let out a sigh. Max bites his wrist then open Aiden's mouth. "There ya go buddy drink up." Moment later Aiden wakes up frantically. But at least his wounds healed.

"Hey buddy! Do me a favor and stare into my eyes." Max grabs Aiden face and starts to compel him. "You're going forget that Michelle bit you but you're gonna remember the awesome sex you two had in this restroom. When you leave tell Jerry that you gotta go home because of a family emergency. Bye Bye." Max lets go of Aiden and he gets up without saying a word then leaves the restroom. Max locks the door back then turns to me.

"Now you little kitten needs some tlc. Come here." Max extends his arms out for me and I didn't even fight it. I wrap my arms around his torso and let out a sigh in relief. He rubs my back very soothingly making me smile a little. "Come on let's get you cleaned up." Max suggested and I nodded. Max grabs my hand and takes me out of the stall. Thank god no one was in here. We walked over to the sinks and I take a seat on one. I looked over at the door and it's unlocked. With a wave of my hand I locked it. "That's so cool. I wish I had magic powers." Max grins as he wet some paper towels. I smiled tiredly at him. I guess from all the crying and panicking all the energy I had earlier is gone.

"When were you born Kitten?" Max asked as he cleaned my face. "1895." I said and Max chuckled. "Mhm...no wander...you're just a baby vamp. So that'll make you...125 years old. The person who turned you didn't train you?" He asked and I shook my head. "I don't even know what he looked like to be honest. It just happened." I shrugged. "I see...well I'll be happy to teach you kitten." He said giving me a smile. I smiled back and nodded.

After Max helps me clean up everything we leave the restroom. "Now, pretend you're drunk so Jerry can see why I'm leaving early." Max says making me raise my eyebrow. I let out groan and nodded. He grabs my hand then tosses me over his shoulder. "You better not be looking under my dress." I scolded. "I'm definitely not. Absolutely not....but I do love the White lace." I pinched him but that only made him laugh.

We finally made it to our booth where Jerry was. "Hey, where the hell have you guys been?" Jerry asked and that's my cue to act drunk. I started laughing and giggling at everything. "I went to take a piss but I find this one drunk as a skunk. So I'm gonna take her home." Max tell Jerry. "Why am I upside downnnn??!!! Woahhhh!!" I giggled. "See what I mean." Max sighs. Just to be annoying I smack Max's ass. He's gonna kill me. "Y-You have a nice ass!" I giggled.

Max smacked my ass and I only laughed. I deserve that. "Alright you two have fun." Jerry chuckles. Max says goodbye to Jerry and I wave bye still giggling like a idiot. We leave the club and he puts me down on the ground gently. "You little kitten are something else." He winks as he opens the door for me. "You don't know the half of it Mr.Philips." I winked at him then climbing into the car. "Fuckkkk meeee." Max groans making me laugh.

Our car ride back to my place was very pleasant and normal. Of course he constantly kept flirting with me and I even flirted back. Mhm...maybe I am looking at Max differently now.

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Heyyy I hope u guys like this interesting 2nd part but part three will be coming soon maybe there will be smut 😏 who knows 🤷🏾‍♀️ and I’m still trying to find my writing style and theme but I’ll get the hang of it👌🏾

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wanderbreadsworld · 5 years ago

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Misfits Apocalypse AU Ch. 9

Life at Kryoz's house was becoming semi-normal. All the boys were slowly getting used to being so close to one another, even if it was kinda uncomfortable. They dealt with the occasional zombies, but those situations were completely under the boy's control.

Because of the cramped nature of the house, Jay and Mason could often be found walking around the neighborhood, exploring the abandoned houses. There was a house at the end of the street that was their favorite. It was, in their opinion, the coolest looking one, on the inside and out.

Jay and Mason had left the house after scarfing down their food so they can get out of that cramped house, and explore their favorite house at the end of the street.

"Man it's good to be out of there." Mason sighed, taking a deep breath of fresh air as he looked up at the sky. Jay smiled as he took a deep breath himself. He loved his friends, but the house was cramped, and it was starting to bother him and make him feel claustrophobic.

They opened the door to their house and closed it behind them. They had boarded up all the extra entrances and exits to keep zombies from getting in. Jay had managed to find a working radio in the dilapidated house, and the two boys would lay in their favorite spot in the house, the lovely sun room attached to the back of the house, and listened to the radio for hours.

The sun room was starting to get overgrown with plants, and during every hour of the day, the light in shining into the room was golden, casting everything in a light, warm glow.

Jay had laid down on the couch, and started to fall asleep on his stomach, his arm dangling off the edge of the couch. Mason was laying on the floor and fiddling with his baseball bat, staring up at the ceiling, thinking about anything and everything that came to mind. He perked up when he heard a bark in the distance. He heard the bark again.

Mason sat up, looking around him to try and find out where the barking was coming from. He couldn't tell where it was coming from, all he knew was it was getting closer.

Looking out into the yard Mason watched the fence, that's when he spotted a hole in the side of the fence. A dog barreled through a hole in the bottom of the fence, causing Mason to shoot up and wield his bat. The sound of the dog and Mason jumping up startled Jay awake. He looked around frantically, looking to see what was happening. The dog saw Mason in the sun room, and ran up to the wall, jumping up on the wall to try and get in. Scraping sounds cam from the dog's nails as it tried. He didn't look aggressive, he was just excited to see people. Mason cautiously moved to the door that lead to the backyard. He looked back at Jay, who gave Mason a look of confusion, but gave a little nod. Jay gripped his weapon tightly, prepared to fight the dog off if it attacked Mason. Mason reached for the handle, and braced himself for an attack.

He opened the door and the dog darted through, running into the sunroom and up to Jay. He pulled his legs up onto the couch and used his bat to try and shield himself from the dog.

The dog rushed up to Jay and sniffed his legs. Jay giggled as the dog put his front paws on the couch and tried to lick Jay.

"Get down boy. Come on." Jay laughed, trying to push the dog away from his face. Mason closed the sun room door and went to crouch down on the floor next to the dog. The dog quickly lost interest in Jay and almost tackled Mason to the ground, spinning around in his lap, trying to lick his face.

"Oh my god. You're a cute cunt. Awww. Look at you." Mason giggled as the dog licked his jaw, trying to get more of his attention. Mason pet the dog, scratching it's ears and rubbed it's belly.

Mason looked to Jay with a light in his eyes that was similar to, if not exactly, a child like glee.

"Jay, we should take him home!" Mason exclaimed. The dog rolled over onto his feet, wanting belly rubs, which Mason happily provided.

"I don't think we should. They wouldn't be happy." Jay replied, a sad look on his face. He really wanted to take the dog home, but he knew it would be another mouth to feed, and dogs aren't known to be the quietest animals. But, then again, the Misfits aren't quiet either.

Mason thought for a moment, completely quiet as he thought of a plan to bring the dog home. He looked up at Jay.

"What if, we just walk home. If the dog follows us, then he follows us. We didn't mean to take him home, he followed us." He scanned Jay's face, waiting for a response.

"Mason, I don't-, I don't think." Jay stopped. He really did want to take the dog home, so why not try this idea. He knew the others weren't going fall for it, but it was worth a shot.

Jay nodded, making Mason smile. Mason jumped up and picked up his bat.

"Come one, we're going home." Mason told the dog, giving it's head another pat. Jay got up to follow Mason, who was practically running to the front door of the house, the dog close behind him.

"Now, you have to walk a ways behind us. Gotta make it look like you followed us." Mason told the dog, closing the door after the dog and Jay left.

Both boys started their short walk back home, the dog not far behind. They came up to the house and knocked on the front door.

Racc opened the door for the two of them, letting them into the house. Jay kept the door open to let the dog slip into the house. Mason tried to walk with the dog to the room him and Jay were sharing. It was way past Mason's time to go to bed anyway, it was almost noon.

Mason laid down in their room with the dog, telling Jay not to let anyone in the room. Not even for emergencies.

Everything was quiet the rest of the day... until Swagger saw that Mason had brought a dog into the house. Swagger had opened the door to check on Mason to wake him up, only to see Mason on the bed with a furry creature licking his face excitedly.

"MASON WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS?!" Swagger yelled as he saw the dog, startling Mason awake. Swagger turned the light on and burst into the room, making the dog growl as he stood over Mason, protecting him.

"Mason, why is there a damn dog in the house?!" Swagger pointed to the dog, who was still standing over Mason.

"This is a dog. Brought him home. His name's Goku." Mason mumbled, rubbing his eyes.

"You NAMED IT?! We never agreed on a dog. It's only going to take up space! It's another mouth to feed!" Swagger's face was turning red as his voice got louder. Mason sat upright, petting Guko to calm him down.

"It's just a little dog. He can help protect us. Why are you so mean?" Mason asked, starting to raise his own voice, getting angry at Swags for yelling about Goku.

"A little dog that can get infected a lot easier than we can. We know how to avoid zombies, that thing doesn't. Get rid of it now, before I kill it. We can always use more food." Swagger threatened, glaring at the dog, who had calmed down, but was still on edge and ready to attack the man in the doorway.

Their yelling attracted the attention of the others in the house. Fitz left his bedroom to inverstigate, telling Toby to stay in place. She nodded and sat back down on the bed, glad she didn't have to confront an angry Swagger. Fitz passed Kryoz in the hall, both on their way to see what the yelling was about.

"Hey, stay back. I got this." Fitz whispered to Kryoz, knowing multiple people confronting the situation would make it even worse.

"Stop calling it by a name, and get rid of it NOW." Swagger stayed in the doorway, waiting. Fitz peeked his head in to see wha'ts happening.

"What are you waiting for cunt?" Mason asked, extremely annoyed with his so called friend. First he had snapped at him when they picked up Fitz and Toby, and now he's yelling about Mason bringing back a harmless dog.

"I'm waiting for you to get up and get rid of the dog." Swagger motioned to Goku before crossing his arms over his chest, becoming impatient.

"Hey. Swagger calm down. We'll figure something out." Fitz tried to calm the shorter man, moving to put a hand on his shoulder. Swagger ignored him and brushed his hand away.

"I'm not getting rid of him. He's my dog." Mason raised his voice, wrapping his arms around Goku. Swagger came into the room and reached for the dog.

"Come on. You getting- AH!" Swagger pulled his hand away, horrified. "That thing tried to bite me!" Swagger held his hand, looking it over and making sure he wasn't bleeding.

"Yeah! Cause you came at 'em all aggressive!" Mason yelled, tossing the covers off his legs and standing up, getting up in Swagger's face. Fitz tried to get through the door to stand between the two of them, but Swagger was not going to move.

"Back off Swags. We'll figure this out later. Cool down man." Fitz looked down at him, baffled at how angry Swagger is. He's changed from the man that Fitz once knew. It's still the man he loves, but he's different, and it's not for the better.

"Fuck off!" Swagger shoved Fitz out of the doorway and back into the hall. He turned back to Mason. "That thing better be gone by the morning, or else I'm killing it." Swagger stormed out of the room, roughly pushing past a shocked Fitz, leaving Mason with Goku, who seemed to be glaring at the spot where Swagger stood.

"It's okay baby. I would never get rid of you." Mason sat back down on the bed and hugged Goku to him. Goku relaxed and licked Mason's face, making him laugh.

Fitz entered the room, still shocked at Swagger's behavior. He looked at Mason hugging the dog.

"He just needs to calm down. We'll figure this out. I'm sure you'll be able to keep the dog." Fitz tried to comfort Mason. Mason nodded sadly, barely looking at Fitz.

Fitz gave Mason a sad smile before leaving, and going to lay down, leaving Mason with Goku. Jay nodded at Fitz as he walked past him into his bedroom. Jay closed the door behind him.

"He didn't like him did he?" Jay asked quietly, referring to Swagger not liking Goku. Mason shook his head sadly. He was really hoping he would get to keep Goku. And Fitz wasn't all too reassuring when it came to an angry Swagger threatening his dog. Jay walked over to the other side of the bed and took his shoes.

"I'll take care of him man. Get up and around." Jay promised, his face soft as he looked at Mason. Mason nodded, and quietly got ready to take his post with Matt for the night, worried that Swags would actually kill his pet. Swagger would have to take Goku from Mason's cold dead hands, he refused to give up Goku while he was still breathing.

While Mason was getting ready, Jay quickly fell asleep with Goku cuddling with him in the warm bed.

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tisfan · 6 years ago

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Moving Violations

Square: G5 - Carjacking Title: Moving Violations Warning: None Rating: Teen Characters: Tony Stark/Bucky Barnes Tags: kidnapping, carjacking, car chases, car crash Summary: This evening was not going according to plan. Now he was going to have to call the god damned police and file a fucking report and then call his insurance and file another report, and then he was going to have to call Pepper and-- Link: A03 Word Count: 2,545 Posted for @winterironbingo *also include relationship if not just winteriron

The conference was over, finally. Tony dragged his suitcase out to the car garage. He would have had the concierge do it, but it was late, the bellhops were all busy, and Tony didn’t want to wait. He wanted to get in his car, stop somewhere for an extra triple large coffee, a donut the size of his head, and get the hell out of Dodge. Or New Jersey, honestly, which was worse, and there he was anyway.

He popped the trunk, pushed his suitcase into the back, and was just straightening up when someone pushed a hard, metal thing against his back. “Gimme the keys, motherfucker, and don’t try anything funny.”

God damn it. This was not what he’d had in mind, checking out of the hotel immediately after the conference instead of waiting until morning, like everyone else. Suppressing a sigh, Tony slowly lifted his hands, letting the keys dangle.

Now he was going to have to call the god damned police and file a fucking report and then call his insurance and file another report, and then he was going to have to call Pepper and--

The car thief snagged the key fob, then shoved, pushing Tony forward into the trunk. The locking mechanism scraped against his midsection, tearing his shirt and bruising his skin. “Get it--”

There was a second man, a black ski mask pulled down to hide his face. He reached into the trunk and cut the safety cable that unlocked the trunk from the inside.

“Get in,” the first guy said, prodding Tony with the -- gun, probably -- metal thing in his back, giving him a matched bruise.

There was not a lot of room in the trunk, with the spare tire, his suitcase, and it being a sports model and not some soccer mom’s SUV.

This... was even worse. And just when Tony thought it couldn’t get any worse, Ski Mask reached in and groped at Tony’s clothes, what the fuck. “Hey, fuck you, what the--” Ski Mask shoved at Tony’s face, making him crack his head on the back of the tiny space, and came up with Tony’s phone. “Damn it, give me that!” The guy tossed it onto the floor of the parking garage with a snort, and then slammed the trunk shut, narrowly missing another crack on Tony’s head.

“Come on,” the first guy said, rushing around to the driver’s side. “Three more minutes until the window closes.”

“Not getting paid enough for this job,” Ski Mask said, but he was also getting in the car. The doors slammed, the car jerked into reverse and skidded out of the parking lot. Whoever was driving was good, Tony noted, shifting gears precisely, and handling the car well. At least, he wasn’t getting slammed around inside the tiny space.

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Just to make sure, he tried pulling on the release lever, but it did nothing. Tony felt around, trying to get an idea for what was available. He found a screwdriver in his jacket pocket, and a pair of wire cutters. He couldn’t reach his pants pocket, cramped as it was, but since they’d tossed his phone, he didn’t think there was anything useful in there, anyway. A bunch of business cards, some conference swag -- pens, fidget toys, a couple of novelty condoms.

He felt around in front of him. Trunk, liner carpet-- oh! The tail light. He could... he could work with that, probably. He felt around for the screws holding it in place.

It was all kinds of awkward, trying to maneuver his arm into position to work the screwdriver, but he managed to get the cover off. He felt for the wires. There should be... yes, there. They were mounted into place, but a couple of snips with the cutters took care of that.

Now, he could make the tail light do what he wanted. He listened for a moment -- wherever they were taking him, it was on some kind of highway. Good. He tapped the wires together, carefully, making the light blink. Short-short-short-long-long-long-short-short-short. Pause. Short-short-short-long-long-long-short-short-short. Not many people knew Morse code anymore, but SOS was still pretty universal. Hopefully someone would notice and call them in.

Night driving wasn’t one of Bucky’s favorite things. Drivers tended to ignore motorcyclists with almost aggressive tenacity even during the day, and night was worse. He’d just missed being hit with a car that had rolled up behind him, swerved around, and then pulled back in the lane without adequate clearance.

Crazy, early drunk, Bucky decided. He dropped his speed again, letting some room get between him and the car.

Idiot left his blinker on, too, continually flashing.

Bucky rolled his eyes, and--

Wait, what? The tail light was blinking, rhythmically, and not in the simple click-click that most turn signals did. Bucky’d seen a few kits in his day, that made the tail-lights do an almost marquee scroll, which was really distracting late at night, but this wasn’t doing that, either.

Might be a short; it wasn’t any of Bucky’s business anyway. If the guy got pulled over for a burned out taillight, so much the better.

The light went dead for a moment, then started up again. The other rear light stayed steady, the whole time.

Flick, flick, flick. Flash, flash, flash.

What? Something nagged at him for a moment, and he lost the car as it wove around a tractor trailer. Bucky opened the throttle, speeding up.

SOS? Couldn’t possibly be. He only knew Morse Code because he watched entirely too many old war movies with his buddy Steve.

He pulled in behind the car again, watching, counting.

Yeah, that was… that had to be deliberate.

Bucky considered pulling over and calling 9-11 on his phone, when the car changed lanes twice. Bucky had to speed up to keep it in sight, and then it was headed off one of the exits, one of the complicated things that had two side paths, plus a jughandle. If he didn’t keep his eye on the car, he wouldn’t know where it went. Who even knew if the cops would take the story seriously?

Bucky followed them off the interstate.

“If this is someone’s idea of a prank,” Bucky muttered, “I am never gonna try bein’ a good samaritan again.”

Not that he had a plan. He was on a motorcycle, for fuck’s sake. It��s not like he could clip them and make them stop without practically killing himself in the process.

The tail lights flickered a few more times, then stopped, as if the person -- if it was a person -- was getting tired.

At least there were traffic lights now. The car would have to slow down. Bucky grumbled, then decided to risk it. He took the next right hand turn, then an immediate left, slipping around traffic, taking advantage of his smaller vehicle and probably making all sorts of moving violations, but he managed to get ahead of them.

“Oh, this is so stupid,” he told himself, but as he came up on the car from the side, he slowed down, aimed the bike, and jumped off, letting the motorcycle smash into the passenger side door.

Inside the car, the passenger-side airbag exploded. The car swerved sharply and went into a spin, smashing into the guardrail. When it finally came to a stop, one tire was flat, and the bumper and whole side of the car had been liberally crumpled.

The driver’s side door opened, and a man floundered out of the car. “What the fuck!” he demanded. “What the--” He spotted Bucky, and his lip curled into a snarl. “What the absolute fuck, you asshole!”

Bucky’s sharp gaze raked the man, taking in dark clothes, aggression, and-- a gun holstered under one arm. Fuck, this was such a bad idea.

He staggered, letting his body pull him at a rolling gate. Playing drunk. “Dude, where’d you--” he acted like he couldn’t find his helmet’s strap, struggling with it. “Saw th’ car in front of you, and the car behind you, but not you…” He got the helmet off, still closing the distance. “What the hell’d you do to my bike?”

Two more steps, and Bucky threw the helmet at the guy, smashing him in the face with the fiberglass, hand automatically reaching, and-- grabbed the gun. “Don’t fucking move, asshole,” he yelled, putting the barrel right over the guy’s bloody nose.

The guy’s eyes went big and round in shock. “What-- Okay, man, okay, Jesus fuck, what the fuck am I going to do now?”

“Dude, tell your friend that he cannot possibly shoot me before I shoot you,” Bucky advised, stepping to one side and keeping the first guy between himself and the passenger. “He looks a little banged up to me, he’s likely to shoot you in the back before he gets one off on me.”

“What are you, some kind of cop?” the guy demanded, but he waved at his buddy, who was still trying to get untangled from the airbag enough to turn around and draw a bead on Bucky.

“Cops wish they were as cool as I am,” Bucky said. “Have him pop the trunk.” He hoped it wasn’t too damaged to work, and that whoever was inside it was okay. He really had not thought this through at all. Provided he lived through it, though, it was going to make a great story to tell Steve and Sam.

Slowly, with much cursing and complaining, the other guy managed to find the lever to pop the trunk.

“Hey pal, you okay in there?” Bucky tried to look over the driver’s shoulder to see what was actually in the damn trunk.

“I’ve been better,” said a voice. There was some more cursing and several pained grunts, and then a man unfolded from behind the driver, climbing laboriously out of the car’s trunk.

“If you can walk, there’s a whole ton of zip ties in my cycle’s saddlebag. And then I’ll call the cops?” He shifted the gun again, aiming at the guy’s knee. “Don’t even think about it. I don’t want to kill you, but my moral code’s a little wobbly on the subject of kneecaps.”

The victim looked around and then stumbled his way over to Bucky’s bike, rummaging in the bags and then coming back with the zipties. “Should I even ask why you have-- oh shit, you’re hot.” He froze, staring at Bucky.

Bucky spluttered. That was not at all what he’d expected. “I’m an electrician,” Bucky explained. “And I had a bunch of cable-wraps to do today. Come on, Dude in Distress, let’s zip these fuckers up before someone decides to try me. This is my favorite jacket, I do not want blood on it.”

The guy shook himself back into motion. “Right, right. Sorry.” He walked around behind the driver and started zip-tying the guys’ wrists. “It’s been a long week, and I’m dealing with an adrenaline dump; my filters are pretty much gone.”

Bucky stepped away, once they were both ziptied and on the ground, swearing and cursing, but probably not going anywhere. “Jesus,” he said, then lowered the gun and flicked the safety on. “Not how I intended to spend Friday night-- oh, crap, look at my bike!” Bucky’s voice spiraled up, the victim wasn’t the only guy who was dealing with a sudden flush of hormones. He wobbled back another few steps, shaking from head to toe.

“Whoa, hey, relax, it’s going to be okay,” the victim said. He reached out a tentative hand and gingerly patted Bucky’s shoulder, then again with more confidence when Bucky didn’t immediately throw him off. “I will absolutely make sure it gets fixed. Or replaced. Whatever’s easiest.” He looked around. “What did you do, drive right into the side of the car?”

“Basically, yeah,” Bucky said. He reached for his phone, tapping the Emergency Call button. “You need an ambulance-- what’s your name? I’m Bucky.”

“Tony,” the guy said. He prodded carefully at his face and arm and one leg. “I think it’s all superficial,” he said. “Just... cops.”

“Right, okay,” Bucky said, and when the phone chirped, with the “911, what is the nature of your emergency,” Bucky gave almost no details. “There’s been a… attempted kidnapping and car accident--” he peered at the street signs and gave an address.

“Sir, can you stay on the--” Bucky hung up. They’d both get grilled at the station, or the hospital, if medics decided they needed treatment anyway.

“Tell me you’re not some sort of swag drug dealer or something in a meet up gone bad,” Bucky said. “I’d really like to be the good guy, here.”

“Uh, yeah, I think we can safely say you’re the good guy,” Tony agreed. “I haven’t done drugs since college and I’ve never dealt. I don’t know what these two were after, but it wasn’t, you know, revenge for my nefarious and criminal ways. Hey, can I borrow your phone for a sec?”

Bucky handed it over, looking at the guy. He was dressed in a suit that had probably been nice before he’d been shoved in the trunk of a car, with tousled brown hair and a perfectly shaped beard. If Bucky had to say he had a type, Tony would have checked off a lot of boxes.

Tony dialed the phone. “Pep? What, no, I’m not-- It was fine, but I-- Pep! Code ninety-nine! ...Thank you. Yes. No, I’m fine. Mostly. Well, they jumped me in the garage and stuffed me in the trunk but the hottest guy in New Jersey managed to make them crash the car and-- No, I’m serious. The police are on the way; I need you to scramble the team. Yeah. Yes, really, I’m fine. Yeah. I’ll call after the police. I know, I know, you don’t have to-- Yeah, okay, I know.” He hung up without saying goodbye and handed the phone back to Bucky. “Thanks. My assistant,” he explained. “She likes to be kept up to date on my schedule.”

Bucky snorted. “So, this is, what, like someone’s extra meeting?” He saw light flashing in the distance, the wail of sirens getting closer. Very carefully, he took the gun out of his jacket pocket and put it on the pavement. “This is gonna be a very long evening,” he told Tony. Although given that he had a code for being kidnapped that his secretary knew, he was probably used to it. “Don’t suppose I can buy you a shitty cup of coffee after it’s done, or something?”

Tony looked at Bucky again, startled. “Wait, really? No, don’t answer that, you made the offer; no takebacks. Yes. You can buy me coffee. I’ll buy the doughnuts.”

“Square deal,” Bucky said, giving Tony a wide grin. “If I get out of this with less than a dozen moving violations, shitty coffee is gonna be all I can afford. By the way-- the Morse Code? That was clever. I was following them for like ten miles.”

Tony grinned back, offering Bucky a hand. “Thanks. And... Thanks.”

“I’d say anytime, but I’d rather you not make a habit of getting carjacked.”

“I dunno,” Tony said, giving Bucky an obvious once-over. “It might have been worth it.”

#winteriron bingo #tony stark x bucky barnes #carjacking #bingo fill

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afterglow-prompts · 6 years ago

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a hundred dialogue prompts

hey all! awhile ago i decided that for every 25 sets put out, i’ll be doing mass prompts! i hope you enjoy this. i have each original prompt list linked in each number for your convenience. also, i’ll link the other ones below this note as soon as i put them out! thank you all so much!

this is going to be long lol, all prompts under the cut

fifty otp prompts

“That was my sarcastic voice.” “That sounded a lot like your normal voice.” “So I’ve heard.”

“I’m going to lose my last shred of sanity.” “You can’t lose what you don’t have.”

“I can’t tell if they’re enemies or lovers.” “Neither can I, but I can sure as hell say that they’re entertaining.”

“I’m going to need you to put on pants before we do anything else.” “I am wearing pants!” “Male booty shorts in the dead of winter do not count as pants.”

“Do you want to know what you’re feeling right now?” “And what would that be?” “Absolute stupidity.”

“Even if I had a week, I couldn’t list all the reasons why this won’t work.”

“I’m going to need about six more cups of coffee before I lose the nerve to do this.”

“I may act like an angel, but I’m definitely not Cupid. Do you know why? First, I can hardly find a date for myself. Second, my butt only looks semi-fabulous in a diaper.”

“See, someone thinks I’m funny!” “Well statistically, someone has to.”

“Both of you have been glancing at each other for the past two fucking hours when the other isn’t looking. Will you please make out already!”

“I read a lot of fanfiction. Trust me, I know how this will turn out.”

“Don’t put money on me losing, you dipshit.”

“Stop fighting over her, we don’t have time for a love triangle right now!”

“I’m the world champion of laziness. I’d go and grab the fake belt my parents made as a joke, but it’s all the way upstairs.”

“Let me help you, I know you’re not that strong.” “I’m strong enough to carry your corpse into the woods, so I suggest you shut up.”

“People say I act like I don’t care. It’s not an act.”

“My feelings for you are like the colors of the night sky, blinding, beautiful, and seemingly endless.”

“I can’t tell them I’m writing the love notes, they’ll kill me!”

“I didn’t mean to fall in love with them, it kind of just happened.”

“I’ll be yours until all the stars fall out of the sky.”

“Are you allergic to happiness?” “No, but I’m allergic to your stupidity.”

“You can’t lose weight by running away from your feelings.” “I can damn well try.”

“You should apologize.” “Fine. Unfuck you or whatever you want me to say.”

“I could hurt you if I wanted.” “So could a dedicated duck. You’re not special.”

“I’m here to save you, of course.” “Sorry to ruin your fantasy, but I don’t need to be saved.”

“My mood is currently screaming into oblivion.”

“Are you okay?” “No, next question.”

“You’re cute as hell.” “Coincidentally, that’s where I came from.”

“Why for the love of everything good and holy are you screaming like your ass is on fire?”

“I am nothing if not consistent.” “Yeah, a consistent pain in my ass.”

“This is the most humiliating thing to ever happen to me!” “What about the time where-.” “Let’s not do this!”

“Sorry I hit you, my first instinct was to attack.” “You didn’t know it was me?” “Oh, I knew.”

“You need to lay off the caffeine.” “Do that and you might need to lay off your life because I will make it a living fucking hell.”

“You made me chocolate chip cookies? How thoughtful! You are the best person ev-. OH MY GOSH. THIS HAS RAISINS IN IT YOU ASSHOLE! YOU KNOW I HATE RAISINS GET BACK HERE.”

“There are 1,013,913 words in the English language, but I could never string them together to accurately enough to explain how much I want to hit you with a chair.”

“I love you dearly, but I am going to shove you into a trash can the first chance I get.” “Fair enough.”

#10

“If you take that cupcake, I will hit you with a chair. Repeatedly.” “Don’t do it. They’ve done it to me before.”

“Be polite.” “Go fuck yourself.”

“Sing this with me or I’ll kick your ass.”

“When every door around you is closed, kick one in with brute force.”

#11

“I dreamed about you last night.” “I’m just the pizza delivery guy. Please sign the receipt and let me leave.”

“Haven’t you ever heard the phrase ‘pick your battles’?” “Yes, and I pick all of them.”

“I will not hesitate to strangle you.” “Can you even reach my neck?”

“I hate you with every inch of my being!” “That’s not a lot of inches.”

#12

“For fuck’s sake, stop, stop talking about yourself like that! It makes me sick!” “Why? You don’t care!” “The fuck I don’t! I love you. Every single part of you.”

“Breathe for me, my darling. You have to breathe to live.”

“This unworthy heart of mine will always be yours, do not forget that.”

“A warrior without scars is either play-acting or very, very good.” “Who said I didn’t have scars?”

#13 (what is it with me and the terrible angst?)

“C’mon, they’re only a few scratches.” “You were in a car crash you insolent little shit!”

“I thought I lost you. Do you have any idea, even a minuscule one, on how much that hurt me?”

“Don’t you dare lie to me. Not about this.”

“Giving away love never hurt anyone.” “But if you give away too much, what is left for yourself?”

#14

“You are the human version of a migraine.”

“Is it too early to have a breakdown this week?” “It’s Monday.” “That doesn’t answer my question.”

“In your opinion, what is the height of stupidity?” “How tall are you?”

“I may be a mechanic, but I can’t fix stupid.”

#15

“Why do you have a picture of your dog on the top of your tree?” “Because he’s the brightest star ever.”

“It’s Christmas!” “Yeah, it’ll also be your death date unless you let me go back to sleep.”

“And you put a picture of Dwayne ‘the Rock’ Johnson in my stocking because?” “Because I couldn’t find any coal or other rocks so I put that in there instead.”

“Christmas is overrated.” “There’s the door, I think it’s time for you to go through it and leave.”

#16

“You really think you can beat me at Mario Kart? I have spent years studying the game and developing my skills. I spent hours upon hours training until my hands cramp. Even my TV is judging the amount of time I’ve spent playing, and you think you can beat me? Let’s fucking go.”

“Shut up? Shut up? I haven’t shut up for seventeen years and I’m not about to start now!”

“Um, did you tell me it was impossible to sing along with a guitar solo? Stand back. Your insurance doesn’t cover blown minds.”

“My songs are lost on you. You simply don’t know how to enjoy them.”

#17 (this is my most popular prompt list & it is full of the fluffiest prompts)

“Did you just kiss me?” “Was I not supposed to?” “I don’t know, but could you do it again?”

“I might be in love with you.” “That’s great to hear since I am in love with you.”

“I’ll be yours until all the stars fall out of the sky.”

“You missed. Your lips were supposed to touch mine, you dingbat.”

#18

“You’re really good at Mariokart.” “You say that like you’re surprised. It’s almost like I didn’t train for years to be the best.”

“I need to be twenty times hotter than I am right now.” “Twenty times zero is still zero.”

“I can’t tell if you’re being arrogant or ignorant.” “Both, probably.”

“Let’s not do this.” “What could go wrong? We’re all wearing helmets and the shopping cart is fully padded!”

#19

“Sarcasm is the lowest form of wit.” “Well if I didn’t have sarcasm, I’d have to flat out tell people that they’re an idiot. My mother raised me better than that.”

“It’s what’s on the inside that’s beautiful.” “Oh yeah, my intestines are blushing up a storm right now.”

“Why are you laughing at a picture of a potato?” “It reminded me of you.”

“Is that supposed to be an insult, you unimaginative dishrag?”

#20

“Get over here, being apart of the group means being apart of group hugs.”

“My pants may be down around my ankles, but judging by your blush, I look very attractive in my underwear.”

“I’m sorry for all the stuff I said.” “And the punch to the jaw?” “No, you definitely deserved that.”

“Bad things keep happening to me. It’s like I have bad luck or something.” “No, the reason you have bad luck is because you’re a dumbass.”

#21

“You have beautiful eyes.” “Thanks, I need them to see.”

“Fuck off, it’s three in the morning.”

“Definitely not my finest hour.” “Do you think?”

“We do not have time for theatrics, move your ass!”

#22

“I have updated my list of people I trust and things I believe to NO ONE and NOTHING.”

“Do you think I have anger issues?” “Well, I wouldn’t call it an issue. An issue is something you can fix.”

“I’m sorry I called you stupid, I thought you already knew.”

“You said you wanted my honest opinion, and there you have it. You’re a dumbass.”

#23

“Don’t underestimate us.” “Our team motto is maybe we’ll get lucky this time.”

“What am I allergic to?” “Blueberries, roses, and the full spectrum of human emotions.”

“Don’t look at me, this isn’t my fault.” “But aren’t you the one who set the kitchen on fire?” “How was I supposed to know that a slim jim is flammable?”

“Fuck off.” “It’s always nice to feel wanted.”

#24

“As the saying goes in Shakespeare’s time, goest fucketh thyself.”

“I am sixty percent water, twenty percent mountain dew, twenty percent pizza, and one hundred percent swag.” “That’s two hundred percent.” “I’m twice the person you’ll ever be.”

“Go crawl up Satan’s ass.”

“I wish I was one of those people who thrives on the danger of leading a double life. You know, Bruce Wayne, Peter Parker, Hannah Montana.”

#25

“Why must you attack me with your words.” “Do you want me to use rocks?”

“On a scale from one to ten, you’re a nine and I’m the one you need.” “No, what the fuck, I’m a ten.”

“You have a cute nose, don’t make me break it.”

“It’s been a long week.” “It’s the middle of a Monday.” “As I said, it’s been a long week.”

#mass dialogue prompt batch #dialogue prompts

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shinwhoohoo · 7 years ago

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CNU MEGAPOST

Yes, I finally got around to reposting it in all it’s humble glory~! ✨✨

To give a quick backstory for those who did not see the original, I received an ask about a year ago asking why CNU was my ultimate bias (and to explain it in detail). Of course, me being the wordy person I am (In addition to how much I actually do just adore the bear), I wrote an extremely long-winded response.

Unfortunately since I deleted my blog a few months after posting, my CNU Megapost got lost along with it. So! Under the cut is my original answer to why exactly I love CNU~ (anything italics represents new notes, the rest is unchanged! Besides a few new gifs)

Original introduction:

ahh this sounds like an exam question! haha I must admit, I had this finished a few days ago. But, what better day to post this than on CNU’s Birthday? So, Happy Birthday Shinwoo! This is better than any sappy gif set I could make anyways!

Reading my tags, I’m sure you can see that I am quite verbose at times. So I certainly can give you a very detailed explanation of why I adore CNU... which I’ll put under a cut for obvious length reasons.

So I tried to think of the best way to go about this and keep it organized. I have some main points that I then went further into detail describing, and listed them in what I guess we can say is least important to most important.

First off, as I’m sure many would say about their bias, I obviously find him attractive. To be honest, it didn’t start out this way. The first time I saw B1A4, it was stumbling upon their ‘Beautiful Target’ MV they had released just a few weeks prior at the time, and CNU looked like this:

(didn’t I screenshot such a nice moment?) Ok, in his defense none of them looked spectacular, although they all did look super adorable. I didn’t have a bias right away, but I did quickly fall for the group themselves. It didn’t take too long before CNU’s more gentle appearance got to me though. I loved his sweet eye smile, and how he had non-standard idol features, like his round nose and bunny teeth, his glasses and funky hairdos.

I’ll link some other beautiful photos of younger CNU --> (x)(x)(x)(x) Also, he looked almost pretty enough to be a girl at times:

UGH that was a look. Anyways, as he matured, despite loosing the quirky hairdos, opting to not wear glasses as often, and shaving down his bunny teeth (took some time but I did eventually get over Baro and him doing it lol), I found him to become even more attractive. He filled out and became this mega broad-shouldered man capable of giving me pseudo heart palpations. (Also on a side note, I also think it’s nice that he’s not super thin like the majority of idols.)

(of course I needed to include a pic with the black t-shirt, I think any BANA would agree 😉 ) More CNU-shoulder-man pics--> (x)(x)(x)(x)(x) Despite his more masculine look, he is still the same adorable bear that he’s always been:

who also makes driving look attractive:

Some may have already seen, but I have a post (heh, not anymore, that was from pre-deleted blog) which has my favorite pictures of CNU from 2016, or you can also check out my horribly named tags for CNU. And... I think it’s safe to say he puts the ‘dong’ in Shin Dongwoo *runs away*

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ok! Wow, first bullet point done!

As a next point, I love the way that CNU treats his fans in such a manner of adoration. All of the boys have their own manner of acknowledging the fans. We all know Gongchan has his insane fan service: Jinyoung writes songs and tries to include BANA in their projects, Sandeul and Baro like to play off each other to entertain them... but CNU’s actions are a little more understated. In the beginning, it was a running joke that CNU was even too embarrassed to say he loved the fans. He was a very shy bear when they debuted. Even so, you can tell in the conversations and responses he had with the fans, even back in the beginning, how much he cared about them, giving them advice and wanting them to do and be the best that they could be. It’s something he continues to do still, even though luckily for us he’s overcome his fear of the ‘L’ word. Instead of just telling the fans that from the beginning, he waited until he was comfortable with it, when we knew it was sincere. In his posts, he trusts the fans by giving them updates on how he is, even when the news is sad. He continues to give his advice, and presents it in such a way that we know that we’re not going through it alone-- he has his down days, his doubts and his own anxieties, just like everyone else. But his encouragement to always push forward is something I admire so greatly in him. He always remembers to drop by, even just to say hi. And he always reminds us that we help him, just as much as he (tw: suicide mention in the following ‘helps’ link-->) helps us. While his responses may be simple at times, they are heartfelt, and even through his interactions and gaze you can truly see how much he cares.

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Some other CNU w/fans/fan letter pics --> (x)(x)(x)(x) Note the beautiful smile in each one. In other words, CNU doesn’t cover up who he is for the fan’s sake. He trusts us enough to be honest with what he is going through (although this took some time for him to work up to, which I’ll be getting to later), and is genuinely interested in how our well being is. To me, the fact that he isn’t over the top, instead opting to have more mundane, normal conservations through twitter or the fancafes demonstrates a sincerity that is hard to come by, especially with people you don’t know. But for CNU, if you’re a BANA, than you are part of this intimate circle. You can feel his appreciation of your support.

Now to get into the more detailed points. (The first two were child’s play compared to these next two 😌 ) I love CNU’s relationships with his fellow members. They are the people he has been with since he was in high school. Who he began with, in a nondescript building where they had only a few rooms to train in. He spent sleepless nights with them, worrying if they were good enough to debut, if they even had a chance to make it. Even before they deputed, there was already so much they had been through together, stories that they shared in their small dorm. In such a cramped space, you have little choice but to express your emotions with each other; And B1A4 made it a promise amongst themselves, since the beginning, that they would be open and talk with each other. Alright, so I admit I’m getting off track here, since this is about my CNU thirst and not about pre-debut B1A4. But I think there needs to be a little background set-up to better understand where I’m going with this. The basis of the members’ relationships was set up from these beginnings, and gradually evolved into the deep brotherhood they have today.

With Gongchan, CNU had certainly felt the need to step in and fill the older brother role. Though Gongchan was an older sibling himself, with the members even admitting his maturity, that wouldn’t stop CNU from being a protector. He felt the need to correct Gongchan, and while of course coming from a good place, it was something that Gongchan didn’t come to understand and appreciate until much later. Maybe because of this, Gongchan was said to be awkward around CNU (although I personally don’t really believe this, I think that they are both just the type to be comfortable with silence. Besides, there’s still plenty of moments from the early days where they were caught goofing with each other! )

My favorite thing about the Shinchan relationship is that CNU respects Gongchan, and has acknowledged that as Gongchan got older, he was no longer the same minor that needed direction at every turn. I think CNU and Gongchan make a nice pair, with CNU able to have moments of seriousness with him, but also being able to let down his guard and have some fun himself.

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In the end, its the little things; the cute moments they share with each other during interviews

the casual touches:

and CNU’s general love for Gongchan’s well sculptured butt. (Well, all the members’ love lmao)

CNU’s relationship with Baro I think is an interesting one-- Shinro, or as I and some other’s like to call it, 2woo (cause who wouldn’t want two woo’s for the price of 1, ha ). Similar to Gongchan, CNU acted more as a guardian to Baro in the beginning than a fellow teammate. Baro himself has admitted that he got into trouble pre-debut (only some white lies and skipped practices, remember we’re talking about the living, breathing, walking, angels B1A4), which lead to CNU stepping in to help get him back on track. It wasn’t all scolding however; CNU took his place as guardian in a more emotional way when Baro thought he would be alone at his graduation. Showing up there with Jinyoung cemented his place as a support system that was deeper than being just teammates. What adds an interesting layer to their relationship is their liking for similar r&b and hip-hop music/style, something the other members don’t really share. Out of this, comes the true 2woo brotp pureness-- seen in the beautiful selcas here:

(was only going to include one but they lookin mighty fine in suits) But this bro realness was always there, from the beginning:

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And has never gone away. Of course it’s not all swagness, with them having their cute moments as well. But while Gongchan brings out a pure, maternal side to our bear, Baro brings out his hidden Usher. It is more of a brotherhood dynamic, with less cute skinship and more of the sibling roughness (not necessarily physical roughness) many of us can relate to.

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Compared to the other two, I don’t think Sandeul was quite as dependent on CNU to steer him. Despite the quirky, loud duck we tend to see on programs, Sandeul has always seemed to have a pretty good head on his shoulders. What Sandeul does bring out in CNU, however, is his own inner child and playfulness. There’s a comfort to their relationship, that was always apparent from day one. I’d think a lot of people would argue, just by glancing at the dynamics of the group over the years, that CNU and Sandeul are the closest (and looks like I still stand by this!). And while I’m not sure if that’s true necessarily, they definitely are physically the closest, with CNU having an ease with touching and playing around with him. A lot of times, I think CNU relies on physically teasing Sandeul to help ease any tension he may be feeling, or to try and generate a laugh. They play off each other quite well. And while there may be a few moments where I’m even internally screaming for CNU to leave our poor duck alone for 10 minutes, Sandeul never seems to mind, and I think this is because he knows CNU’s motives aren’t tainted. Once and a while, Sandeul even gets the chance to get his small revenges on CNU. (and I live for those moments. Especially when he gets back at Baro too.)

Too cute. Like I had mentioned, despite CNU’s nagging and occasional torments, their relationship is extremely close, because CNU respects Sandeul for the large and important role that he plays in the group. He is the main vocal, and when it comes to his singing, CNU is always one to compliment Sandeul, mentioning how cool he appears singing. CNU went to Sandeul for advice when it was his turn to take a stab at musicals, knowing that Sandeul has had more experience than he has. It is this yin and yang, the lighted hearted jokes with the deep mutual respect, that really allows CNU and Sandeul to be so close to each other.

Ah, down to the final member. Jinyoung and CNU, my otp *screams ‘shinyoung' from the rooftops* And of course, since they’re my otp, the laws of the universe say that they must interact the least with each other compared to all the other members. But, that doesn’t mean they aren’t close. Pre-debut, I think CNU and Jinyoung spent the most amount of time together out of all the members. Being the same age, it was natural for them to become close. Once they graduated from high school, they even went to Japan together, a trip with just the two of them. From their first impressions of one another, they began to rely on each other a lot. With Jinyoung taking the more ‘father’ role of the group and cnu falling into place as the ‘mom’, it was just natural for them to develop an easy way of communication as the ‘parents’ that didn’t need to involve the bold displays of affection like that seen with CNU and the younger members. The members themselves know of the lack of physical affection between the two eldest, and much of the skinship/moments we do see with them is generally due to the younger three initiating it or ganging up on the two grandpas, leading to wonderfully cute, awkward moments. (It seems the others are just as big of Shinyoung supporters as I am! lol) The Nico Nico Japan program also seems to feed off of forcing the duo into great situations as well. The moments shared between the two when not harassed by the members are generally much simpler, but endearing all the same. I think there’s a slight trepidation to show how much fun they do have together, but they provide some of the funniest moments that bipo as to offer. There’s a humor between the two, that unfortunately seems to get overshadowed by the louder pairs. But there’s also a tenderness to it as well— CNU isn’t afraid to cling onto Jinyoung during times of weakness, and Jinyoung isn’t afraid to lose it with his crush-like giggles over the stupid things CNU jokes about, or have CNU help him when he gets lost. (honestly though, half the time it isn’t even remotely funny but hey, CNU has seemed to found Jinyoung’s sense of humor) Bottom line is that the Shinyoung relationship is one built on an extreme amount of respect, and even a slight dependence, on one another. It is understated, but complex, seen only truly in the small shared moments versus the forced comicalness.

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I think this video below from CNU’s first birthday after their debut provides a cute summary of what I mentioned above. I think each of the relationships shine, in their own way as they each wish CNU happy birthday.

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This last point was the most difficult, and took me the longest to write. How can I begin to explain what I really love about CNU? That every little component that makes him up, I find to be so perfectly wonderful? I admit that I’m being quite sappy, but for the most part, it is true. Going back to what I first said at the beginning of this post, my first impression of CNU and the rest of the boys was that they just seemed like goofy, happy guys around the same age as me, dressed in silly outfits. They radiated positivity and a genuine warmth that immediately got me hooked. With CNU, he was very quiet for the most part during those early years. In reality, he’s still not a talker now, but in comparison he was really quiet back then lol. I think what stood out to me was that he always seemed to be both a step behind, and a step ahead, but never fully immersed in the present. What I mean is, he always seemed to be thinking of what was just said, turning it over in his mind, while thinking of how to react with what was said or done. And by the time he thought of what he considered the appropriate reaction, the moment would have passed anyway. Not only mentally, but for physical reactions as well, he is always thinking about the action fully before planning his own move. It wasn’t before long that the joke came about of him being slow, like a bear. And while the members themselves have admitted from time to time that in actuality, CNU can be quite fast if he needs to, I think it stems from all this internal thinking and contemplation constantly going through his mind. His outward appearance may look and be slow, but internally, I think his mind is constantly churning ideas. Specifically, what drew me in, is that I can relate to this very much myself. Now, I’m not physically slow like CNU may be half the time, but mentally, I do find myself going over what people say, thinking why they may have said it, what motivations they may have (not necessarily bad motivations either— this could be with my family and friends too, much like CNU with his members). But, for the most part, I used to do this when I would find myself being unsure, or in uncertain situations where I would feel a little uncomfortable. This got me to thinking, is that why CNU is like this? And in my opinion, I would say yes. In the beginning, I think CNU was very unsure of himself. Unsure of how he should act, unsure of how he should react, unsure of how he looked, unsure of what others thought of him, unsure if he was even cut out to be an idol. So I think relating to him in this way made him seem so human to me. I feel like when idols first debut they always seem to cute and shiny and new. But having an idol like him that I could see some doubts with, I was just stunned. He’s a very internal person, and I think he was so shy early on, like with doing aegyo, or telling the fans he loved them, because it was something out of his comfort zone, and because of that, he had a fear of messing up. And if he messed up, he was in turn afraid it would get negative reactions out of watchers or even fans. I had already mentioned how much CNU cares about his fans, but bringing it back to him personally, I think there’s one incident that really sums all this up. Basically, he forgot a fan’s letter in the dressing room, and later, someone discovered that it was thrown in the trash (probably by a janitor or other staff). But in his long winded apology he goes on about even mentioned that he knows this fan because of the type of paper design they use, shows not only his care, but also this fear I had mentioned that people might judge him, especially over an accident that was not his fault. Again, this is something I can relate to, as I’m sure many of us can. We want people to like us, but the fact that it’s really out of our control is scary. We can try as hard as we can, but with one wrong move (especially in the idol business) it can all go out the window. Another moment demonstrating this mentality of his was when B1A4 finally (finally!!) had their first win with What’s Happening.

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(Ahh I still get goosebumps watching it!!) But really, look at his reaction. All of them I think had the thought of ‘Yes! We Made It!’ Gongchan’s getting emotional, Sandeul’s hiding in the back, Baro starts to cry and the end, Jinyoung’s barely holding it together… but CNU is literally sobbing, breaking down, on stage. This is one of the first times he can’t control what everyone sees, and it’s ironic because the main reason he is breaking down is because he’s probably thinking that yes, after all this time, they do like us, they do accept me. After so many years of being unsure of himself, and being our introspective bear, thinking too much about how he should act, here’s a moment when he finally lets it go. It’s been so great seeing him grow, and in a sense, mature, out of this state. With their last comeback (last comeback means ‘Sweet Girl’ based upon when I initially wrote this), he let his emotions flow freely; Going to their most recent Private Life ep, we can see him being silly and doing crazy dances with Jinyoung, singing the ‘Pick Me’ song. (I had linked it above in the Jinyoung section lol). I think a lot of Banas who have been following bipo for some time would agree with me that, what we saw in that video, would never have happened with debut—2013 CNU. Sure, he did silly things and had cute moments, but it was generally with the members always there, especially Sandeul or Baro, acting as his barrier or cushion. But that’s an example of him just letting go. It’s funny, because over the years as he became more comfortable with himself, I did too; so we grew together in that sense.

CNU has mentioned mutliple times that being a singer, being able to perform on stage, was a dream of his. His mother being a singer (as far as we know, actually compared to the rest of the members I feel like we know very little about his family), and even being in a band with his friends in high school, it was clear this was a passion of his. He didn't let prior failed auditions stop him, as he continued to perform on stage. And by a stroke of luck, a WM rep fell in love with the aura and smile that CNU gave off, and smartly recruited him. (Thank goodness! lol) He started with small steps, focusing on being the ‘best dancer’ of the group, kind of being the jack of all trades. Not as good as Sandeul in singing, not as good as Baro in rapping, but adequate enough to fill either role when needed. He started helping writing lyrics, like working with Baro on their early title track ‘Beautiful Target’, before eventually composing his own hella smooth jams (with some questionable lyrics 😏). He has improved so much, but the great thing is that he wants to continue to improve. He was one of the first in the group to get an acting job, but was smart and knew at the time that it probably wasn’t the right move for him— he wasn’t ready, or skilled enough. But now, he’s out starring in musicals. It was confirmed last Fall (fall of 2015) that he was suffering with a knee injury, but was postponing any treatment because he wanted to stick through their promotions, to finish on stage with his members and fans. However, he has suffered with knee problems for quite some time (It might be a good idea to warn people about the video I’m about to link —> x <— it may make some uncomfortable to watch if you don’t like seeing people in discomfort). But the point is, he persevered through it all; through the chronic pain, through the tryouts and auditions, through the years as rookies, until being able to stand on stage, with his members or on his own, singing and dancing to songs he composed and wrote. I really admire this kind of tenacity in him.

This last paragraph (haha yes, we’re almost done!!) is going to be more of a list almost, random things that I’m going to type as they come to me, that I think adds to his character, and why I love him. I previously called him an introspective bear, and I think that first word is a really good descriptor of him. (well both of them are really, he's always been the bear!) Going through and listing the synonyms for that word, they all fall into place to describe him: introvert, self-analyzing, thoughtful, meditative, all words that fit him. He’s a nurturer: he takes care of the members, making sure to do something as simple as checking to make sure all the lights were turned off and being the last one to do a quick check that no one forgot anything when they still lived together. He gets comfort from physical contact with the members, and gets sad when he wakes up to find they left to go eat without him. He was so protective of baby Eunsol and Hyunwoo on Hello Baby, demonstrating his patience and care.

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It was also on another reality show, Sesame Player (which IMO is still the top reality they’ve had) that the infamous (or at least in the Bana fandom) cupcake incident occurred. It’s mostly a funny moment, but basically cnu bakes a half plain, half chocolate cupcake representing the unity of North and South Korea. Like I said, it’s a little silly, but when you think about it, what 21 year old actually thinks of something that deep when making cupcakes? Our introspective bear, of course! It’s these little glimpses to me that are most prominent; but rarely are they specifically about him. I had mentioned earlier that we know very little about CNU’s family; and in one of the most raw, personal stories that we ever heard from him, he opened up and talked about his father’s alcoholism, and the effects it had on him and his sister growing up. All in all, he was still fairy tight-lipped about this, so we don’t know what happened for sure except for what he’s actually told us. But, I just get the feeling that CNU didn’t have all of the… ‘resources’ growing up (I’m sorry I can’t think of the right word there 😣 hopefully what I’m saying makes sense) compared to say, Jinyoung for example. And the fact that he grew into such a warm, thoughtful and caring young man, makes me wonder if he’s trying to make up for what he *maybe* lacked; but it’s also so telling of the wonderful person he is through and through. On the other hand though, he obviously loves his mother very much, as he always mentions his ideal type would be someone caring like his mother. And again, maybe this want for a more motherly, caring gf tells us something as well. Either way, I think CNU is in a great place now, surrounded by his friends and the people he cares most about. He’s doing what he loves, and he knows he has the fans love and support which in the end, is what he thrives on, what keeps him going. I’m very proud of him.

As I conclude this… “gospel of CNU” lol, there’s just a few more remarks I want to make. First, I want to apologize, because although I would normally consider myself a fairly decent writer, this was a lot more difficult that I expected. I feel like I’m a little all over the place; and although it’s easy in my mind to think of why I love CNU, it’s much more complex to actually choose the right words. Second, I’m sorry how long it took! Once I started writing it though, I just couldn’t stop adding more. In a way, I’m very happy I wrote all of this though… being a fan of the boys, with CNU as my bias, for so long, I felt like it was necessary and deserving to write something like this for him. I may rely too much on my opinions at times, or an almost ‘meta’ analysis, but I hope my points come across well. My hope is that some random person will read this, and maybe turn them into a fan of CNU, and B1A4. All five boys are so deserving of all the happiness and good fortune they can get; I love them all.

And lastly, I just want to say thanks to anyone who actually took the time to read this to the end. I, (and I’m sure CNU!) appreciate it~!!

#b1a4 #cnu #jinyoung #sandeul #baro #gongchan #cnu megapost #mine #ot5 #text #rant #shinyoung #shindeul #2woo #shinchan #mine:edit

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winchesterprincessbride · 8 years ago

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Political Animals-Part 5

This is an A/B/O AU. You are the Omega artist daughter of Naomi Novak, a world-class heart surgeon who is running for Mayor of New York City. After a meeting where your mother’s advisors call you a “liability”, she tells you that if you don’t do as your told she will cut you off. You storm out and wind up in a bar a few blocks away.

The hottest Alpha you have EVER laid eyes on with a scent so mouthwatering you’re practically drooling offers to buy you a drink. It’s just a drink, right? What do you have to lose? Only everything.

Characters: Omega! Reader, Beta! Naomi Novak, Alpha! Castiel Novak, Omega! Meg Novak, Claire Novak, Jimmy Novak, Alpha! Sam Winchester, Alpha! Dean Winchester, Alpha! John Winchester, Omega! Jo Harvelle

Big thanks to @moansmisha for letting me use some of her ideas from this post

FYI: The words in bold are texts

Master List

Part 1 (all parts are linked)

I should have known when Cas asked me to meet him for lunch at my favorite Thai restaurant that he was trying to bribe me. He HATED Thai food.

“So next Friday is a fundraiser to benefit the Met. It’s black tie. Mom wants us all to go. She says everyone who is anyone will be there, including a few wealthy patrons she is hoping will donate to her campaign. Will you go?” He looked worried.

I sighed. “Why does she always send you to do her dirty work, Cas? It’s really not fair to you to be put in the middle of this mess with us.”

He grinned at me. “Mom’s a smart woman. She knows you won’t say no to your big brother. So are you in? You can even bring a date if you want.”

I thought of Sam who I’d secretly seeing behind everyone’s back. “Fine, I’ll go.”

“Mom said she would buy you a dress. Will you be bringing someone?” Cas asked uncomfortably.

I rolled my eyes at him. “I can buy my own damn dress, Cas! You’re not fooling me for a second. That is just Mom’s way of trying to control what I wear. And I’l be coming alone. I wouldn’t subject anyone to this train wreck.”

“Don’t be so dramatic, Y/N.” Cas said with a smirk.

“I can’t wait until this damn election is over!” I told him with an exhausted groan.

He raised an eyebrow at me. “But what if Mom wins?”

Y/N: I just wish once she would ask me to go to something herself instead of making Cas do it.

Sam: What now?

Y/N: She wants me to go to a black tie benefit for the Met next Friday. And I can even bring a date. Know any single guys?

Sam: It just so happens that I’m going to that too. My Dad is bringing me and Dean. I'll be your date, I'm sure your Mother would LOVE that!

Y/N: Don't I wish, Sam (sigh)

Sam: We're going to have to come clean eventually. You aren't getting rid of me that easily

I bought a gorgeous red dress for the Met gala because I wanted a splash of color in the sea of black I knew would be there. I had started not feeling well the afternoon of the party, but I chalked it up to nerves. I felt like a china doll that was carted out for special occasions.

I met Cas and Meg at our assigned table. Cas looked very dashing in his tux, his bow-tie and cummerbund matching the blue of his eyes. Meg was gorgeous in a deep sapphire gown that showed off her flawless complexion. My mother had chosen a simple black gown that completely washed her out.

I dutifully walked over and kissed her cheek. “Hi Mom.” I said quietly.

“Red, really? Couldn’t you have worn something a little more conservative?” That was the greeting I got. She looked me up and down critically. “Those heels are awfully high, Y/N.”

“I need a drink.” I muttered as I stalked off in search of the bar. Why did I let her get to me so?

The line at the bar was long so I took my place and waited. “You look absolutely stunning.” Sam whispered in my ear.

I jumped in surprise. “You scared me!” I took in the sight that was Sam Winchester in a tux. He was perfect. His tux must have been custom-made because it fit his long legs and broad shoulders perfectly. I noted with some irony he was wearing a red tie and cummerbund. “We match.” I whispered.

I turned back around so no one would notice me talking to Sam for too long and say something to my mother. He came up behind me and whispered in my ear again. “Of course we do....That’s because I’m your date, even if no one knows it but you and me.”

It was my turn so I placed my order and waited for my drink. When the bartender handed it to me, I turned and faced Sam before walking away. As I walked past him I whispered in his ear, “Red is definitely your color, Sam. I want you to fuck me wearing that red bow tie, and NOTHING else.” I couldn’t help grinning at Sam’s low groan as I walked away.

I had gotten about half way back to our table when I got a little dizzy. I need to eat something, I thought. Luckily a waiter passed by with some hors’doeuvres so I snagged a few. They tasted like cardboard but I felt better.

“Who was that guy you were talking to?” Meg asked when I got back.

Okay. Play dumb. “I don’t know. Someone making small talk in line to pass the time.” I said nonchalantly. “Where’s Cas?”

Meg rolled her eyes. “Your mother is making the rounds introducing “Her son the Doctor”. I said I would wait for you.”

She had a very complex relationship with her own mother Lilith, so she totally understood my pain. Meg was incredibly observant, so I needed to watch my interactions with Sam in public.

“Look out. Here she comes, and she has someone with her.” Meg hissed in warning.

My mother was walking with a handsome blond-haired man who just screamed old money. Alpha. Very Alpha. I could smell him coming a mile away. Perfect. “Roger, This is my daughter, Y/N. Y/N, this is Roger Mason. He is one of my most generous campaign supporters.”

“Nice to meet you.” I smiled at him. He was attractive in that blond rich-boy way, but he wasn’t Sam.

“Y/N LOVES to dance, and sadly no one has asked her yet.” My mother said pointedly.

Bitch. She knew I HATED dancing, but was using me to entertain her wealthy Alpha friend.

“Would you like to dance?” He asked me. As if I had a choice. I started to sweat.

“Sure.” I replied. He led me to the floor. My mother stood watching until her campaign manager drew her away. I was uncomfortable from the start. He held me too tightly, and his hands wandered just a bit. I looked over my shoulder and saw Sam standing at the edge of the crowd watching me, his face dark.

Just walk away Sam. Please. This is how it has to be. Don’t make a scene. I projected with my eyes. He must have gotten the message because he downed his drink and stalked away.

When Roger’s hands settled on my ass and squeezed, I was about to pull away when I heard Sam’s voice behind me. “Get your hands off her ass.” He growled, his voice furious.

“I saw her first. I don’t see a claim mark on her and she’s not complaining, so back off.” Roger said confidently.

Sam didn’t hesitate. He hauled off and punched Roger in the jaw, knocking him out cold in one punch. He grabbed my arm possessively. People began to whisper. I gritted my teeth in pain as I felt the familiar cramping sensations start.

“Oh no. Sam, you need to go now. My Mom and Cas are coming. You can’t be here. Please Sam! GO!”

He looked at me, and I saw his nostrils twitch, and his pupils dilate. He took an involuntary step towards me. “Your heat is starting.” He whispered. He shook his head as if to clear it and turned and disappeared into the crowd.

Cas came over to me, concern in his eyes. “What happened, Y/N?” I saw Cas’ eyes widen slightly and I knew he smelled it too.

I saw my mom’s campaign manager Gary heading towards us. Not a good sign. Roger was moaning as he started to come around.

“Cas, I need to leave. My heat is starting, almost two weeks early. This guy and another Alpha got into a fight when they smelled it. I don’t want to cause a scene.” I whispered.

“Your supposed to be on supressants!” My mother whispered with clenched teeth.

“I am! They didn’t work!” I said defensively.

“You know they aren’t 100% effective.” Cas reminded her. “I told you this could happen. Do you want me to take you home?” He asked me.

“No. You stay and smooth things over with Roger, could you? I owe you one!” I grimaced with pain as my core twisted.

“Is everything under control here?” Gary asked, fake smile plastered to his face.

“Wasn’t that John Winchester’s younger son?” My mother asked suspiciously.

“Who?” I said blankly.

“The one who punched Roger!”

“I don’t know. Can I please go? I am in pain.” I said quietly.

“Yes, go.” My mother said dismissively, hurrying with Gary over to Roger.

“Are you sure you’ll be okay?” Cas asked me.

“Stop worrying. I will be fine.” I kissed Cas’ cheek, said a quick word to Meg and hurried out of the ballroom. The pain was becoming worse by the minute. The short drive to my apartment seemed to take forever. The closer I got to home, the wetter I became. Slick was pouring out of me, and all I could think of was Sam.

When I entered my building, I tugged off my heels and ran up the stairs. I stopped dead when I got to my door. Sam was standing in front of it, pacing. I ran to him. His pupils were completely blown, the greenish-blue a narrow ring. His hair was a mess and he had removed his jacket and tie and rolled up his sleeves. He was sweating profusely. Sam had gone into rut.

“Omega.” He growled, pulling me to him.

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biofunmy · 5 years ago

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Battling Their Way Into the U.S. Open

In her pretournament news conference on Friday, the defending United States Open champion Naomi Osaka was asked about her early experience at tennis’ major championships.

“My first Slam was qualies here,” Osaka said of the Open’s 128-player qualifying tournament, which allows lower-ranked players a chance to earn one of the remaining coveted spots — 16 each for men and women — in the main draw. “But we don’t count qualies.”

Osaka lost in the second round of qualifying in 2015, but the official U.S. Open record book has no mention of that.

“At the end of the day, your career is measured by how many Grand Slam main draws you played in,” said Eric Butorac, the director of pro tennis operations and player relations for the United States Tennis Association, who as a player never qualified in singles at the Open. “People don’t look at the qualifying the same way they do a main draw match. It’s a real status thing.”

The difference between qualifying and main draw starts with prize money. A third-round loser in qualifying pockets $32,000, but a first-round appearance in the main draw nets a player a minimum of $58,000 this year.

Main draw players also receive perks such as a chauffer-driven Mercedes-Benz and $400 per day for living expenses. Qualifying participants get $300 per day and a shuttle bus from the U.S.T.A. Billie Jean King National Tennis Center to one of three New York City hotels.

One of the most coveted perks for main draw participants is a visit to the gift redemption center, or the so-called swag suite, next to the player lounge. There they receive $1,100 worth of merchandise, which might include a Herschel backpack, a silver Tiffany necklace (or card case), a Nordstrom gift card, Bose noise-masking earbuds or other luxury items.

For those who lose in the final round of qualifying, it can’t feel good to see an opponent walking around the grounds wearing a cashmere scarf, as a reminder that they just missed out.

“I get nauseous watching these last rounds of qualifying at a major,” the broadcaster Mary Carillo said. “The most pressure-fraught matches they may ever play will be in these rounds. I feel so much for these young kids who are trying to get into their first major. I see a lot of double faults in those matches.”

On Friday, the last day of qualifying, across 14 courts at the National Tennis Center, 64 players in 32 matches shared one goal: win and reach the main draw. Here are some of their stories.

3:25 p.m.

Jenson Brooksby d. Pedro Martínez

Starting an hour and a half late because of a rain delay, Brooksby, an 18-year-old Californian also known as J.T., won and became the only American man to reach the main draw through qualifying. Last year, Brooksby got a wild card into the main draw when he won the junior national championship in Kalamazoo, Mich. He lost in the first round to the Australian John Millman, who went on to upset Roger Federer in the round of 16.

Brooksby could have competed in Kalamazoo again this year, but he opted for the challenge of U.S. Open qualifying. He played before a packed house of more than 1,500 on Court 11.

“I just felt like I had worked so hard, I was a year older and I felt ready,” Brooksby said after he defeated Martínez, a 22-year-old from Spain, 6-3, 6-7 (4), 6-3. “Coming through qualies is incredibly tough. I’ve never played in front of a crowd this big.”

Brooksby led by 5-3 and served for the match at 5-4 in the second set, only to double-fault on break point. After a brief rain delay in which both players stayed on court, Brooksby dropped the tiebreaker. He then sat in his chair while Martínez called the trainer. Brooksby removed his baseball cap and repeatedly ran his fingers through his hair.

“He’s emotional,” his coach, Joe Gilbert, said. “This is probably the biggest match he’s ever played.”

Brooksby is expected to play collegiate tennis at Baylor starting in January, assuming he maintains his amateur status. That would mean turning down at least $58,000 in prize money here. As of Friday, he was not sure what he would do.

3:48 p.m.

Jannik Sinner d. Mario Vilella Martínez

Sinner, an 18-year-old Italian, barely broke into a smile as he dispatched Vilella Martínez, a 24-year-old from Spain, 7-6 (1), 6-0. Both men were trying to qualify at a major for the first time.

Sinner, who won an ATP Challenger event in Lexington, Ky., two weeks ago, waved his racket to the crowd on Court 11 and trundled off the court. He had nothing to say.

4:18 p.m.

Jiri Vesely d. Paolo Lorenzi

Lorenzi and Vesely battled for more than three and a half hours on Court 15. Lorenzi, a 37-year-old Italian, was ranked No. 33 in the world two years ago and reached the round of 16 here in that same year. But now he was exhausted and fighting for his life in the qualifying tournament.

Vesely, a 26-year-old Czech who was ranked No. 35 in 2015, served for the match at 6-4, 5-3, 30-30. He held a match point in the third set. He finally won, 6-4, 5-7, 7-6 (2) when Lorenzi missed a backhand into the net. Vesely roared like a lion for a full two minutes.

“It was just for relief,” said Vesely, who admitted to looking forward to shedding the shuttle bus for a courtesy car. “The whole match I felt really tight. This is so much harder than playing the main draw, especially because I felt like I was expected to win every round. I really put pressure on myself. Right now, I’m just so happy and proud of how I finished.”

4:55 p.m.

Sumit Nagal d. Joao Menezes

Neither Nagal nor Menezes, both 22, had ever qualified at a major. Nagal, from India, had won only three Challenger-level matches on hardcourts all year. Menezes, from Brazil, won the gold medal in singles at the Pan American Games in Peru two weeks ago. His total career prize money before this week was just $78,271, and he had never even played qualies at a major before.

When Nagal came back to beat Menezes, 5-7, 6-4, 6-3, he threw his racket to the ground and thrust both arms into the air. After a huge fist pump he trotted over to his coach, and the two shared a long embrace.

Nagal was overwhelmed by fans after the win. They screamed for selfies and autographs, following him down the hall toward the locker room after he left the court.

“It’s a Slam,” Nagal said, shrugging off the extra attention. “When you do well, everyone comes at you.”

For him, reaching the main draw meant not only the chance to continue playing, but income that can translate into job security. He plans to invest his earnings into his training.

“You barely make money and break even,” he said. “Now at least I have something so I can last for a few more months.”

But his U.S. Open may last only a few more days. Nagal’s first-round opponent? Roger Federer, on Monday night.

7:19 p.m.

Peng Shuai d. Nicole Gibbs

With the sun setting and the lights up on Court 6, Gibbs looked over and saw Peng sprawled by her courtside chair, trainers tending to her cramping body.

At that point, Peng, a 33-year-old from China who was a semifinalist in the 2014 Open, had already proven her resilience. She had defeated her American opponent, 6-3, 4-6, 6-3, in 2 hours 14 minutes, advancing to the main draw.

Yet for Gibbs, a 26-year-old Californian who reached the third round of the Open in 2014, simply competing at the National Tennis Center this summer was also a display of fortitude. In May, a routine visit to the dentist led to the discovery of a rare salivary gland cancer, followed by an operation and a two-month hiatus from the tour for Gibbs.

After some stitches came loose, Gibbs was forced to use a feeding tube for a month, instead of the expected two days. All the while, she kept up her off-court training.

“The week from diagnosis until we knew it was contained was really rough,” said Paul Gibbs, Nicole’s father, who sat courtside to watch her try to make the Open main draw in just her fourth tournament back. “But I think it gave her a little more perspective on what’s important in life.”

On Friday, Gibbs chased down seemingly impossible retrievals and chastised herself for every missed ball. When the match was over, Gibbs sat in her chair for a bit, then got up, waved to the crowd, signed a few autographs and disappeared behind the court.

About an hour later, Gibbs earned one of the five so-called lucky-loser spots in the main draw — positions that open up after withdrawals and go to the highest-ranked players who lose in the last round of qualifying.

On Tuesday, Gibbs will play fourth-seeded Simona Halep, who won Wimbledon last month. There is a glimmer of hope: As the No. 1 seed last year, Halep lost in the first round.

Danielle Allentuck contributed reporting.

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forwardtillthefinish · 7 years ago

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“Going to the mountains is going home”: Blue Ridge Half Marathon

I rarely do the same race twice but I loved this race so much last year that it was only right to come back again to tackle mountains.While I did not beat last years time, I really took this race all in, stayed positive and kept it moving more than last year. From packet pickup to the finish line party, I had a blast and I am pretty sure I am going to come back next year for round three of Americas’ Toughest Road Half Marathon.

This year, the race expo was significantly bigger than last year. I was interested to see how the race expo would be set up when I saw that it was going to be at the Patrick Henry. In my college days, we had a formal in the lobby of the Patrick Henry. I knew that the expo wouldn’t be like Pittsburgh, Richmond or Shamrock but was impressed to see how they were able to utilize multiple floors to have more presentation tables and a much larger swag selection. I got my traditional pint glass and even a hat...

When I asked one of the swag booth employees about the hats (and the lack of a quarter zip), rather than assume I was running a race of a lower distance, she asked me which race I was running. Immediately, my grouchiness soothed and I bought a hat I NEVER would have bought but now I’m in love.

We even got a cute gifs done at the booth before dropping stuff off at the hotel and heading to dinner. The hotel situation could have been horrible but Holiday Inn Express near the Civic Center saved the day when the former Cambria Suites did not have my reservation FROM JULY.

We went to Fork in the Alley for dinner. I knew they had something for everyone and also thought there was a Bubblecake next door. To my surprise when we pulled up, I saw that Viva la Cupcake had moved in next door. Sadly they were closed but saw that Bubblecake had moved to the Towers Shopping Center around the corner. Nothing like pizza, a beer and cupcakes to carb up for a serious race that was going to tax me hard core.

Kim and I got back to the hotel and I shortly took an Estrella PM to help me fall asleep. Between a pill and NPR, I was out before I could count to 10. It was my first time trying this brand of sleep aid but it worked wonders and did not leave me feeling dry and drowsy the next morning.

Race morning Kim and I got up, got dressed and took an Uber to the start. While the start was only a mile from the hotel, I really did not want to put extra mileage on my feet giving the climb we were going to take on. The race had around 2,000 runners so it was easy to get to Elmwood Park, the start, even with all the roads being closed. Getting dropped off at the back of the park was smart because there was a long line of porta potties, bag check and we ran into quite a few Richmond folks even before our meet up.

We got a good many of our Richmond friends and my college friends in a photo right before the start. Little did I know that the Patrick Henry was the perfect spot for a group photo because it put all of us right at the start line, got a chance to see everyone before the task before us and the ability to pop into the building for a last minute potty break. I saw the race director Molly before the cannon at the start. She not only remembered by name and took the couple minutes to talk to me. WHAT RACE HAVE YOU RUN WHERE THE RACE DIRECTOR CAN HAVE A LEISURELY CHAT MINUTES BEFORE THE RACE START?! If that doesn’t make you feel comfortable and taken care of, I don’t know what will.

Once we got outside, the race was starting and I looked for Jeremiah (J-Money aka Mr. Gigi aka the guy from Baltimore/MCM10k). I wasn’t sure of Jeremiah's goals for this race other than survival so I was hoping I could stick with him for a little bit of the race. We ended up climbing Mill Mountain together and we split off after reaching the Mill Mountain star which is the top of the first mountain. The first mountain is hard because it is a long steady climb. Luckily my memory served me well and I figured out the climb was longer than I remembered. Once you get to the top of the three mile climb, you are greeted by the Mill Mountain Star and nice soft gravel for a quarter of a mile. After that, I released J-Money to run how he wished and did not see him to the end.

Coming down Mill Mountain, I let the wind and gravity do the work. I also knew there was mimosas on the one of the switchbacks. While being passed by the first marathoner, I made friends with some folks that grew up in Roanoke but now live in Raleigh. I hung with them until I got a mimosa, which I stopped and savored. While I continuously got passed by speedy marathoners, almost all of them told me good job as I passed or threw up a thumbs up. One guy even patted me on the back as he passed. So friendly!

After Mill Mountain, there is a couple miles of flat-ish course along the greenway, passing the hospital and through a park/ soccer field. It is just long enough to stretch your legs, get a real run going, fuel up and get ready for the even steeper climb of Peakwood. As I started the ascent into Peakwood I hear “Nikkia!” and I look up and there is a sorority sister directing traffic. She was accompanied by a woman with two young girls. They had fruit and gummy bears This was one of the several unofficial SAG stops. I am not sure what is in the water in Roanoke, but these residents welcome and look forward to this race. While the streets aren’t lined with spectators, the spectators and volunteers that were out there give it all.

Lord have mercy Peakwood. I feel like Peakwood was harder this year. The funny part about Peakwood is that you think you made it to the top but then you turn a corner and there is EVEN MORE. There is a pretty cool pay off at the top of this mountain- Champagne and Fresh Cut Fruit. A very nice and friendly lady offered to refill my water bottle while I walked the cul de sac, drank my champagne and threw back a mini cup of strawberries. I met her on the other side, slid on my handheld and flew down Peakwood for the next 3 miles. Coming off of Peakwood, I saw a woman that seemed to be struggling to stay upright. I stopped and asked what was wrong. I’m First Aid trained and rather than assume someone else will take care of it, I would like to be sure before leaving someone. She said she was cramping. I offered her two SaltStick tabs because I always carry extra. She later found me on Instagram and thanked me for the help. I was happy to see she made it to the finish!

So I’ve climbed two mountains so the rest of the race must be flat right? Wrong. There is a pretty good climb around mile 10 and two long over passes between mile 11 and the finish. I affectionately call them insult to injury.

I came across another woman who was having some issues with her feet and shoes. The more she talked about how her feet hurt, I thought about my feet. Even with my sport shield soaked feet, compression socks and well fitted shoes, the climbing, shuffling, and gliding down the mountains made the sides of my feet raw. At this point, I knew the finish was not too far off and then I could land my feet in my new pair of oofos!

Coming into the finish shutte a nice spectator was cheering me on telling me how “ I was going to complete a half marathon today!”. I responded, yeah number 19! With that, I had what I needed to push to the finish. There was Molly and the coveted medal! I happily took it and ran to my friends in the finish.

While I did not beat my 2017 time, I felt better. I felt strong and like I had another couple miles in me. I will take that and count it as progress. I can’t wait to go back next year with an even larger group from Richmond and an even stronger respect and love for those great mountains that feel like home.

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rivkarevans · 7 years ago

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Why you need a roof top tent with an annex

If you’re a family that wants to do more camping, a couple who like their space and privacy, or even a single person who doesn’t like feeling cramped at camp, you’ll love camping with a rooftop tent and annex like the Adventure Kings Tourer.

What is a rooftop tent annex?

An annex is the large room that you see at the bottom of roof top tents. It hangs off the floor/bottom of the main tent area where the mattress is, and can be pegged out alongside your car. Many roof-top tents like the Kings Tourer have the annex as an attachment that zips around the base of the hard floor of the tent. This means you can choose to use it on trips with the whole family, or leave it at home if you’re going solo.

But, not all tents include the annex free of charge like the Kings Tourer does. Once you’ve decided you want an annex with your tent for more camping freedom and multi-purpose set up options, make sure you don’t have to pay extra for it.

What are the benefits?

An annex does much more than just double your Tourer’s usable space. When zipped up and pegged out, the annex is a 100% waterproof room that provides extra sleeping area, storage options, and a very comfortable living space.

Extra sleeping space:

The annex has its own 100% waterproof floor, making this a camping tent you can use in all seasons. Once set up, the annex can easily sleep a couple of extra campers without cramping anyone’s style. Popular sleeping set ups include pitching a Big Daddy Swag (the self-supporting design of this swag means you don’t need to peg it out which would obviously be impossible due to the annex’s fully enclosed waterproof floor. Many people use a Kings self-inflating queen or king size mattress, and others set up one or two Kings Sumo stretchers. Because the annex has midge proof mesh, you can sleep in an open type of bed or stretcher and not have to worry about bugs swarming you at night. Roll up the windows from the inside and you can even get a great cross-breeze going to keep anyone sleeping in the annex as cool as those sleeping up top in the main compartment of the tent.

A change room you can really use!

Who else hates trying to get changed in a tiny tent or swag where you can’t stand up properly? It’s not pleasant, especially when it’s cold or wet and you touch the sides moist sides of a dome tent before you’ve got your dry clothes on. Well the annex of the Tourer stands over 2m tall, meaning you can easily stand up in it and get changed! Many people, especially when travelling as a couple and not needing the extra sleeping space for more beds, put their clothes bags in the annex. There they stay 100% dry and accessible and mean you can start each day getting changed in comfort, or quickly slip into your PJs at night without having to do the dash from the boot of the car.

De-clutter your car:

Speaking of cars, it can wear thing very quickly when you go camping and try to live out of the boot or backseat of your car. Where did I put my toothbrush? Where are my spare clothes? Rather than having to dig through bags of gear in the boot, move all your essentials inside your Kings Tourer with you and you’ll be as comfortable as you are at home. If you need something in the middle of the night (toilet paper, head torch etc), you can keep it close by in the annex, not in the car, which is a pain to get to when you’re not wearing shoes and it’s started to rain!

An extra living space:

Of course we all go camping to enjoy the great outdoors, but it’s always nice to have a dry, enclosed living space to fall back to if needed. Keep the window panels rolled up to let light and a breeze in, or roll them down to give you 100% privacy. Inside the annex, you’ll easily fit a couple of Kings camp chairs and an aluminium roll up table to prepare food, eat dinner, read a magazine, play board games, or set up a movie for the kids. You can even hang an LED strip light with dimmer or 4 bar camplight kit inside the annex from the underside of the main floor that the mattress sits on to make this a really, really comfortable home away from home!

Your annex in your Kings camping roof top car tent can be as versatile as you want it to be. It won’t cost you any extra when you order your Tourer, but it’ll help you make the most multi-purpose camp setup possible. You can never have enough waterproof shade, shelter, privacy and protection from the bugs and elements, and the Tourer’s annex offers all that and more. Perfect for the solo traveller up to the entire family, it’ll be one bit of camping gear you’ll be bragging to your friends about for years!

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frwdsupacentre · 7 years ago

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Why you need a roof top tent with an annex

What is a rooftop tent annex?

What are the benefits?

Extra sleeping space:

A change room you can really use!

De-clutter your car:

An extra living space:

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spokehaven · 7 years ago

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It’s halfway through the year. HOW DID THAT HAPPEN?!

So much amazing stuff has happened this year and it continues to be a whirlwind. Last fall I applied to be an ambassador for Liv Cycling and was chosen to be one of many women who will be representing the largest women’s cycling brand IN THE WORLD!

It’s an incredible honor and it’s been a wonderful experience up to this point. I look forward to telling you all about it.

For those of you who don’t know, Liv is the sister brand to Giant Bicycles. Liv was created in 2008 and was the brain child of Bonnie TU. TU is a petite and highly stylish woman whose idea for creating a women’s brand stemmed from her own experience while shopping for a bike and clothing for the Tour of Taiwan. The lack of bike sizes for smaller women and comfortable clothing inspired her to get Giant on board with creating products for the women’s market.

Bonnie TU of Liv Cycling

The very first products were co-branded with Giant’s name on them and were often shrunk down versions of some of the brand’s most popular men’s models. Giant eventually decided to go ALL IN on Liv being its own brand, wiping the slate clean and going back to the drawing board when it came to bike design, accessories, clothing, and more for women.

Liv brought in female engineers for designing the new bike models, they focused on graphics that were fun and bold, but didn’t scream “girly bike”. They dedicated countless hours to developing comfortable touch points on the bikes such as their women’s saddles. What came out of it was one hell of a line up of bikes for women to choose from.

Liv offers a full line up of kids, hybrid, city, road, cyclocross, and mountain bikes. Liv is the first women’s bike brand to launch a long travel, full suspension downhill bike which is the Hail model for 2017. An inspiring feat, as no other brand has dedicated themselves to creating such a magnificent offering to the women’s market.

The brand works closely with athletes such as Leigh Donovan, professional down hill rider and mountain bike coach, to develop their products to be best in class. They also utilize women like myself who are ambassadors of the brand, who work in the field and can give real world feedback from women we ride with to continue to improve the products coming to market.

Up close and personal with the Liv Hail

Okay, enough of the kool-aid talk. My journey as an ambassador first started in January with our first webinar to discuss the brand history and get familiar with our responsibilities.

Each brand ambassador is provided with gear from Liv including swag for events, clothing, and other promotional materials. We submit an event calendar for the year and our goal is to simply get more women out riding.

After each event, we report back on how things went and provide feedback on what we hear from women at our events.

Liv also offers ambassadors an opportunity to attend an ambassador camp. This year there were two camps due to the sheer number of women who are a part of the program (somewhere around 125 women). The first camp was in California near Newbury Park, the home of Giant’s USA headquarters. Attendees had road and mountain bike riding options, as well as workshops, yoga classes, and brand seminars.

Getting crafty with Jen Audia at the Mulberry Gap barn

The second camp location was a mountain bike specific location at Mulberry Gap, a lovely family owned get-a-way in the Appalachian mountains near Elijay, GA.

I had opted to attend the second camp as I’m getting much more into mountain biking these days, I had never been to Georgia, and I really didn’t want to sit on a plane for 4 hours!

The flight to Atlanta is a little over two hours from Milwaukee, WI. There is really no comparison to having to fly into LAX, even though ATL is the busiest hub in the nation.

My time in Elijay reminded me quite a bit of when I went to bike school for two weeks in Ashland, only much less cramped!

I stayed in a large group cabin with five other women. We had probably 20-25 women total at our camp. We spent our days attending clinics, seminars, riding some of the best mountain bike trails in the country, and bonding over our love of cycling and the Liv brand.

Post Pinhoti re-group at the bottom of the trail with my Pique 2

I met so many incredible women, who continue to inspire me through my journey as an ambassador. They come up with so many fun and unique ideas for inspiring the women in their communities to ride!

I also have to give a huge shout out to Jen, Dorothy, Stephanie, and Liz from Liv for creating such an awesome experience for us.

How We Liv @ Mulberry Gap Ambassador Camp 2017

Kate and her family at Mulberry Gap are also some amazing people. I can’t wait to return there for more adventuring in the future. Their hospitality is unmatched and the riding is challenging, but incredibly fun!

Liv ambassadors are offered some great purchasing opportunities for bikes. We are encouraged to get the latest and greatest, so we can speak to the quality of the bikes.

I personally decided to purchase not one, but TWO new Liv bikes. Fitchburg Cycles is the shop I work through as an ambassador, as they are a Liv dealer. Through the shop I landed on the Liv Avail Advanced Pro 1. A full carbon road bike with tubeless setup carbon wheels and Shimano Ultegra components.

My beloved Avail Advanced Pro 1

When I discovered that Mulberry Gap would be an option for attending Liv’s annual ambassador camp, I also jumped at the chance to order the Liv Pique 2 full suspension mountain bike.

It may be the kool-aid talking, but they are two of the best riding bikes I have ever owned and I’ve owned A LOT of bikes.

Out of the box they were both extremely comfortable. The only change I made to the Avail was swapping out the saddle, as I’m very particular about my saddle choice. The bike feels fast and stable at the same time. It’s an endurance road bike, so it’s great for spending all day in the saddle or for someone who may not want quite as an aggressive position on a road bike.

The Pique 2 took some dialing in as I had never owned a full suspension bike before. It comes with a dropper seat post, which is a welcomed addition to my bike. It makes clearing obstacles a lot more comfortable! I eventually found that I needed to set the rear shock at the stiffest setting and then dial in the pressure and rebound to suite my needs.

A trail with a view! Getting ready to descend the Pinhoti with the Pique 2

I’m used to riding a plus sided bike with no suspension, so I like a little more stiffness in the rear end, but like the forgiving nature of full suspension. It climbs incredibly well and I haven’t changed much parts wise on it with the exception of the rear tire, which I opted for a slightly wider 2.4″ tire as opposed to the 2.25″ tire that came on the bike. I like wider tires for the extra grip on some of the loose stuff. I also opted to put my favorite ESI silicone grips on as I don’t really like plastic/rubbery lock on grips.

The saddle is incredibly comfortable on the Pique and I tend to forget it’s even there. The SLX drivetrain performs flawlessly and I’ve never come to wish I had more gears on the 1×11 setup.

When women ask me how/why I am a Liv ambassador I often reply that I wouldn’t represent a brand I didn’t believe in and if the products sucked, I wouldn’t want to be a part of what they are doing. Good news, the products kick ass and I’m proud to be riding their stuff!

Liv Cycling Social @ Fitchburg Cycles

My ambassadorship is no where near over yet for the year. I have some really wonderful plans for events coming down the pipeline.

Sunday June 25th is a brunch ride to Paoli with a coffee stop at True Coffee roasters leaving from Fitchburg Cycles at 10am.

Sunday July 9th is a my Functional Fitness for Cyclists clinic at Cross Fit Big Dane- currently full, but e-mail [email protected] if you are interested in attending!

August will most likely be a fun Tour de Breweries ride featuring some awesome local breweries!

September will be an in shop maintenance clinic at Fitchburg Cycles

October will most likely be the last event which is kind of a toss up, but a costume ride or bike camping outing isn’t out of the question. I’ll have to see what options folks would be interested in.

All upcoming events will be posted at fitchburgcycles.com and facebook.com/fitchburgcycleswi not to mention the Spoke Haven Facebook page!

Liv Cycling Ambassadorship It's halfway through the year. HOW DID THAT HAPPEN?! So much amazing stuff has happened this year and it continues to be a whirlwind.

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