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Twelve Hours in Miami // h.s. - Part 2

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“Did you really just ask the front desk for a condom?” you asked.

“Intimacy kit,” he corrected you, still pink. He pinched the bridge of his nose and took a deep breath. “Comes with all sorts of things.”

“Ordered a few of them before?”

He looked at you, then, and stammered. “I just thought-- we don’t have to-- but I thought if we--”

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8:35am.

You’d fallen asleep just like that -- tangled up, skins stuck together with sweat. Two hours later, you had to peel yourselves apart with whispery snickers and pounding heads. It would’ve been gross -- it was gross, to be honest -- except it was him. You smelled like him, he smelled like you, and it poured satisfaction into a well of need for this specifically that you hadn’t known existed until it was full.

“Stay with me.” Deep, rumbled, and just a little slurred, the words made you smile, and you curled up, eyes closed, when he dragged his warm hands and mouth along your back, shoulder, arm, chest, and stomach. One of his legs was wedged between yours, and he was leaving spongy, scratchy kisses up and down the back of your neck that made you scrunch up. “C’mon, darling,” he sighed hotly against your skin, slipping his arm firmly around your midriff to squeeze you back into his chest. “Stay w’me,” he mumbled with honeyed persuasion that needlessly gilded the spider web of his you’d found yourself in.

“I have work, you know,” you drawled without any real conviction. Hang work -- hang it all. It was partially because of your work that you’d missed every attempt of his to connect like this over the past few days. You weren’t set to fly out that day, not just yet, but he was, and then he’d be gone and you didn’t know when you’d see him next. You’d been gifted with twelve whole hours, and almost three of them were already gone.

“Get sick,” he said, the demand muffled by your neck, and you laughed, turning into your pillow.

Were you really going to leave him there, in your bed, knowing he wouldn’t be there when you got back and that the hours you did have were wasted?

You’d gone to dinner last night, and something hadn’t sat well with you. That was the excuse you used when you made your calls, trying to sound as hoarse as possible, and when the last one was done, he rolled on top of you and you laughed and tried not to focus on how easy it was for him to settle his hips between your thighs as he peppered kisses up and down your jaw and neck, all but gloating in his gratitude.

He ordered breakfast at 8:50am and answered the door in your robe at 9:20am, giving a tip and a smile while you burrowed under the blanket and searched for the television remote somewhere in the sheets.

It was a lazy affair, with both of you reclined against the headboard, captive audiences of the bad local news station you’d turned on to catch up with the day. Every now and then, he’d chuckle or snort or offer his commentary with a sort of bemused delight similar to a wizard discovering a toaster for the first time. “Strange, innit?”

“What is?” you murmured, breaking off a piece of blueberry crumb muffin.

“This!” He waved his fork and the strawberry speared on the end of it at the talking alligator on screen. “Bizarre.” He pulled the fruit off the fork with his teeth and chewed, shaking his head.

“This is not the strangest thing you’ve ever seen.” You brought a piece of your muffin to his mouth and he opened it without breaking focus.

“Didn’t say that, but it doesn’t mean it’s not weird.”

“Weirder than LA? New York? Texas? London? Tokyo?”

“What’s your point?”

You snickered and took his fork from him to steal a grape from the bowl.

“What is this?” He all but wheezed, hand on his belly over the butterfly’s wings as he stared at the screen, eyes crinkled with incredulity.

“Open,” you said, and he did as you asked, tongue darting forward to meet your fingers. “Harry, you licked me!” you cried when you felt the wet slide over the side of your finger.

His jaw stopped midchew, focus broken, and heat burst through you when his puckered mouth twitched and then flattened with suppressed laughter.

“I--”

He swallowed and the bed shook with his silent chuckles. “Didn’t think about that one before y’said it, did you?”

You made a noise in your throat and rolled away from him as he laughed behind you. “Go away,” you said into the mattress. He was still laughing when you heard the clink of dishes being set aside and when he slid up behind you to get close.

“Have to wait a few hours for that,” he mumbled, kissing the back of your shoulder. “Couple more hours at least. Wouldn’t throw me out in the cold, would you?”

“It’s Miami,” you said, voice muffled. “You’ll be fine.”

He turned you on to your back and slunk his way under your arm and you held your breath when he came all but nose to nose with you. You could see everything, good and less good -- every pore, every hair, every slight scar, every mole, every beginning of a pimple, all of it. “Not gonna throw me out, are you?” he repeated, huskier and warmer in a delicious way you didn’t think you were supposed to know could be this good.

“No,” you whispered.

He hummed, mouth curved in triumph, and you could see his mind working very fast behind his clear, green eyes. Where you’d been howling your outrage seconds ago, you were pretty sure you were both painfully aware of how close you were right then. Wordlessly, he nuzzled the warm point of his nose against yours and your eyes closed as your breath hitched. Your lips parted just as his tongue touched you lower one, and you sighed, hands slipping up his warm, strong back when the kiss deepened. He tasted sweet -- a little like the strawberry, and a little more like the blueberry and sugar from the muffin. He lowered onto his elbows and you absorbed his weight and warmth without complaint and opened your mouth wider. His groan made you shiver and when you broke, you were both panting. Gulping, he licked his lips.

“M’gonna make a call,” he said. “Downstairs, t’get us some….” He trailed off. “Where’s the….” He grabbed the phone off the bedside table and dropped off to the side of you, jamming his thumb into a button before lifting it to his ear, and you kissed his chest and shoulder, nuzzling the warm skin.

“Hi, yes,” he said. He cleared his throat. “I’m calling for-- I’m wondering if there’s an intimacy kit on hand?”

You looked up at him but he kept his eyes on the ceiling, though his cheeks were flushed and he was breathing heavily.

“Right, yes, thank you, if we could-- have that sent up, that would be… but bill it to room 2201… thank you.” He hung up and tossed the phone onto the bed.

“Did you really just ask the front desk for a condom?” you asked.

“Intimacy kit,” he corrected you, still pink. He pinched the bridge of his nose and took a deep breath. “Comes with all sorts of things.”

“Ordered a few of them before?”

He looked at you, then, and stammered. “I just thought-- we don’t have to-- but I thought if we--”

You kissed him, then, cutting him off, and his hands slid over your bare back as you clambered onto his lap over the sheet. Belatedly, his hands fell into the small of your back, and you were very aware of where you’d be if there was no sheet between you then. “I like this,” you confessed. Maybe you shouldn’t have, maybe it was too much to feel or vocalize, but you did, as quietly as possible so he could miss it if he wanted to.

“Yeah,” he rasped, hand slipping down to the curve of your ass. He swallowed and you kissed his throat, inhaling the smell of his shower and the sex he’d almost had since. He was warm, and where hair didn’t tickle your mouth, he was also shockingly soft. You had no reason to think he wouldn’t be, you’d just… never thought about it, you guessed. You’d thought mostly about how his muscles would feel -- his arms, his chest, his stomach, all of which were moving heavily as he gulped and breathed deeply. It must’ve been taking his every effort to stay perfectly still underneath you.

You tapped one of his nipples lightly with your index finger before circling it in a featherlight stroke. He huffed a laugh and you glanced up at him, smiling mischievously as his own lips quirked. Without looking at him, you kissed his nipple pertly and he tensed his stomach with a muted, “Oh, fuck.” Giggling in a whisper, you followed the kiss with a playful bite, and his hand slid down to your bare ass.

“I’ll be good,” you said, moving to kiss down his chest and down his stomach, each one slow and lingering, tongue touching his skin. “I’ll be good,” you promised again over his navel, chin once again on a thin line of dark, soft hair, and you pressed kisses to the leaves of the ferns fanning over his hips. Under the sheet, you could see -- feel -- his cock hardening again, and above you, he struggled to keep his eyes open and on you, with his hands curling into fists alternately at his sides and on his head. “Is this ok?” you whispered.

Harry nodded with a strangled sound in his throat. He inhaled sharply, nostrils flared and lips smashed together, but he kept his eyes on you as best he could as you eased the sheet down with shaking fingers. For a moment, your mind went blank, and your lip twitched with an almost laugh when you realized. No dick was that good that it should rob anyone of coherent thought, but his was, apparently, and all yours had gone out the window -- laughable in and of itself.

“I’m sorry,” you wheezed, pressing your forehead to his hip. “I just had a moment.”

“Think that’s a first,” he admitted in a strained drawl above you, but he was chuckling, too.

“I’m sorry,” you repeated. “You’re great, you’re--”

“Y’not helpin’, y’know,” he said, laughing more regularly. “Gonna make a man self-conscious.”

“No.” You kissed his abdomen. “No, I’m sorry, I’m fine now, I just… forgot for a minute.”

“Forgot what?”

Everything was too much to admit to, and instead you wrapped your hand around his cock and he groaned quietly, shifting. Hard, but getting harder still, you pumped with a touch that was much more confident than you felt. Every throb pulsed into your palm, and above you, his throat bobbed as he cleared it, jaw clenching and releasing as he shifted his legs. He was the perfect grip -- big enough to fill your whole hand, but not so much that you felt ineffectual. He was smooth, and he looked so--

His groan when you sucked his head gently echoed through the room, and you felt him twitch on your tongue as you ran it around and around his head. Slowly, your eyes rolled up and closed. He felt good even in your mouth -- smooth and silky -- and he tasted like…. You lowered down, thumb touching your lower lip as a guide down his shaft, and you moaned softly, bobbing your head slowly.

“That’s nice,” he said thickly. You heard his breath rattle in his chest and you cracked your eyes open. His own were in barely open slits, and his lips were parted, left arm thrown over his head, stretching his tattoos out ever so slightly as his muscles flexed every time he opened and closed his hand in a fist. “Shit, that’s so nice,” he intoned in disbelief, smiling with a breathless little laugh. “So soft… bein’ careful w’me, aren’t you?”

You blinked and pushed him into your cheek with your tongue, sucking a little more, and he groaned loudly, eyes closing completely for a moment. “Jesus, that’s it,” he praised, and a knot tightened in your stomach. You ran your tongue up and down in short sweeps along the vein you could feel and his whole face crumpled as his stomach rose and fell. He dropped his hand and linked it with his other one over his chest in a basketweave, and his knuckles went white as he took slow, deep breaths.

The rush from looking at him so powerless and vulnerable and open and trusting and absolutely in awe of every little thing you did? Intoxicating. You were shaking from it and you could feel how wet you were between your thighs -- you were dripping, like he hadn’t just licked up every bit of you he could as if his own life had depended on it.

For a moment, with your eyes on him, you allowed yourself to imagine what it would be like to just pull your mouth off him and straddle him to sink down on him. You let yourself think of the feeling -- the full stretch, judging by the way your jaw was just about popping -- and the look on his face. You let yourself revel in the groans he’d make as his face crumpled, and how his chest would heave, and what his skin would look like with the tracks of his fingers over it as you struggled to find your proverbial footing. You’d both be sweating, and grabbing the other, and the thought of his teeth finding your sensitive skin made your hair stand on end and you whimpered.

“Like it?” he whispered. “S’it good?”

You nodded, and pulled off him with a wet gasp before licking a stripe along the underside of his cock, from base to tip and back again.

“That’s good,” he said. “Get all over, s’ok… shit.” His throat bobbed and he unclasped his fingers to grip the bedsheets. “Get all over me, get everywhere, it’s ok, it’s f-fine--” He made an almost pained noise and lifted his hand, and brushed it over the back of your head before dropping it to the bed as he squirmed. “Get my balls,” he mumbled, head rolling against the headboard. “Oh, fuck, please….”

His breath stuttered and he gulped, eyes opening wide and unfocused on the ceiling. Cock wet from your tongue, you pumped your hand up and down while sucking one ball and then the other into your mouth, ears prickling from the soft, pathetic noises he was making. “Holy shit, s’incredible!” he gasped. “Shit, I’m….” Harry trailed off, choking on his words, and his hand came to rest on the back of your head when you wrapped your mouth around the tip of his cock again. You suckled, with alternating pressure, and bobbed up and down, eyes closed and head swimming from his guttural grunts.

“M’gonna cum,” he said, his mumble punctuated with a wordless shout when you twisted your hand around his wet cock and squeezed. He throbbed against your palm and you heard him take a sharp breath as his fingers tightened on the back of your head, but without pressure to push you down. “Don’t stop,” he breathed, heaving by then. “Don’t stop, m’gonna cum so… gonna cum so hard, I’m--”

You whimpered around him and your other hand pressed against his stomach. He clapped his free hand over it and held it there, wheezing, and you opened your eyes briefly, catching a glimpse of his face contorted in the most erotic agony -- cheeks and chest pink and sweaty, hair mussed, teeth bared with his shout, and the vein in his neck popping -- before you tasted the first salty, tangy string. You stilled, tightening your lips, absorbing every groan as his thighs tensed and released under you in his effort to not squirm and buck you off. He let go of your head to clutch your hand against his stomach with both of his, and your palm slipped against his slick skin. With some effort, you gulped, mouth still holding him, before you relaxed and pulled off him. You ran your tongue over his head and released him with a soft pop before sitting up slightly, neck and jaw both aching and throat just a little inexplicably sore.

He, beyond a shadow of a doubt, looked spent. His eyes were closed and there was a slump to his shoulders, and his chest rose quickly with each shallow breath he took, and he still hadn’t let go of your hand. “Think….” He cleared his throat and swallowed hard. “Think y’really did summat to me,” he rasped. When he looked at you at last, he was dazed, and a dumbfounded smile pulled at the corners of his mouth before his eyes slid shut again. “Fuck,” he sighed.

“Are you going to nap now?” you asked, voice thick and husky. He laughed.

“Don’t,” he said. You crawled up his body, unsteady knees guiding you on either side of him. “Don’t tease me, m’only… I’m trying my best, aren’t I?”

You grinned, and you’d just gotten to perch on his thighs when a knock at the door startled you both. Your head whipped around just after his eyes flew open and he gripped your hand tighter.

“That’ll be the kit,” he said, breathing heavily.

“Oh.” You’d almost forgotten he’d called down for it. “Right. I can….” You pulled your hand free from his. “I can get it.”

“If you--”

“I can,” you repeated, nearly toppling over as you swung your leg off him. “Stay.” You flung the sheet haphazardly over his waist and he chuckled as you stood and pulled your robe on, glancing at the clock on the bedside table as you did.

11:37am.

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headoverheelsforramsey · 2 years ago

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Dil Na Jaaneya ~ The Heart Doesn't Know

Book : Open Heart Book 1 (Set between ch. 10 & 11)

Pairing : Dr. Ethan Ramsey x F!MC (Dr. Meera Bose)

Summary : Tensions run high between Ethan and Meera as a Valentine's Day Compatibility Quiz bring their feelings to the surface.

Category : Fluffy Angst

Warnings : None

Rating : General

Word Count : 3808 (this is longer than I wanted it to be but it'll be worth it I promise)

Trope : Valentine's Day, Pining

A/N 1 : Valentine's fic in September who am I? 😂 This is a request from dearest Ruby @starrystarrytrouble from this prompt list, still accepting requests if y'all want to send some in. Thank you so much for sending it, the prompt will appear in bold. ❤️

A/N 2 : This fic is inspired by Never Have I Ever season 3 episode 3, if you have watched it you know exactly what I am talking about. This is also my late submission for @choices-september-challenge-blog Day 2 : Cliffhanger Ending. Buckle up and get ready for the Angst, Happy Reading! 💜

Song inspo for title :

Out of all the things in the world Meera certainly did not expect the burst of pink, red, glitter, roses and balloons all over the hospital lobby when she stepped into it for a twelve hour shift. It was too early for all the cheer of celebrating a consumerist and frankly stupid holiday and she didn't need the reminder of being single. Well not exactly single, after the Miami conference but it was complicated to say the least.

Pushing all such thoughts away, Meera mentally prepared herself for a long shift because such holidays tend to bring out the stupidity in people and the hospitals have a field day, also being an intern she didn't have the luxury of staying in bed all day and finishing three pints of ice-cream like she would very much have liked to.

Putting on her best pre-coffee smile Meera approached the nurses' station to log in for the day. Marlene handed her several case files and a glittery pink envelope with a heart in the center and her name printed in bold elegant letters.

"What's this?" Meera asked, intrigued.

"Oh! You remember that HR evaluation sheet everybody had to fill out a couple of weeks back?" Marlene said clearly excited.

"Uh-huh."

"Well, it wasn't actually for HR. It was a compatibility test to see who you are most compatible with among the entire EB staff!"

"Wow!" Meera put on a fake smile clearly not being able to understand the enthusiasm behind this.

"I know! Right? The nurses organized it, I mean we all work so hard we should get the opportunity to play as hard right? Listen," Marlene leaned in conspiratorially, "just let me know, who you got there and I'll give him your number. You gotta loosen up girl! Go out, have some fun!"

"Thanks Marlene, I'll be sure to let you know," Meera smiled back, moving away from the nurses' station and heaving a sigh of relief as soon as she turned away.

"So now we are getting scammed at work?" Meera walked into the locker room, clearly frustrated.

"Yup, the day isn't far when they'll make us sign bonds for our organs in the name of HR evaluations," Jackie scoffed while tying her shoes.

"Exactly! I mean please let just agree that this quiz is stupid and it's like a bunch of high school crap."

"I think it's sweet," Sienna said, "Look who I got!" she said excitedly, passing the card to Meera.

Your Perfect Match is : DANNY CARDINAL (78% compatible)

"OMG Si! Way to go!" Meera enveloped her fellow dolphin in a hug.

"Hey Sienna," Danny's voice makes them break apart. "I got you too!" he said smiling from ear to ear.

"Really?" Sienna managed to say, as colours rose to her cheeks.

"Aww, look at you two!" Meera was so happy for her friend.

"Whatever, dude," Jackie rolled her eyes. "I still think it's stupid."

"Actually, it's quite scientific, this quiz was made on the basis of a study conducted by MIT researchers on human behavior and psychology," Danny informed.

"I don't think it's stupid," Landry now joined in the conversation. "See, who I got," he held up his card for everyone to see :

Your Perfect Match is : ETHAN RAMSEY (53% compatible)

Meera's eyes went wide and she could not help but feel a pang of jealousy hammer against her heart. The others in the locker room also went still with shock.

"I mean he is my medical idol, and I think he'll appreciate the scientific compatibility that is between the two of us," Landry rambled on alone.

"You know what, I think I'll show this to him today and maybe ask…" suddenly conscious of the silent locker room and everyone's eyes on him, Landry shoved the card inside his scrub pocket and awkwardly left the room.

"Wow, that was a surprise," Sienna broke the silence with a concerned look at Meera.

"Yeah, he actually rigged the test," Danny said.

"He did what?" the jealousy in Meera's heart slowly dying down.

"He actually bribed one of the nurses to get into Dr. Ramsey's answers and tried to match it up," Danny informed once again.

"See another reason why this is dumb," Jackie bit into her apple.

"Anyways, Si, if you are free tonight, maybe…" Danny paused clearly looking nervous, "we can get drinks?"

Meera could see the happiness in Sienna's eyes.

"Sorry Danny, I have plans with Wayne tonight," Sienna answered, unable to look at him directly. "But let's reschedule? First round on me!"

"Sure, of course," Danny smiled, "I'll get back to work."

"You okay, Si?" Meera asked as she plopped on the bench.

After taking a few deep breaths Sienna answered, "yeah, but enough about me, tell me who you got?"

"Me? Si that's not necessary."

"Yes Bose, I want to know too," Jackie smirked.

"It's no one… I don't even know him…"

"Now you are making me even more intrigued."

Jackie's words seemed to corner Meera as she desperately searched her brain for an answer.

"Hey, hey, what's up everybody?" Bryce's jovial voice, seemed to dissipate the tension.

"Ugh, how many times do I have to tell you this is a no scalpel jockey zone," Jackie rolled her eyes.

"Jokes on you because I am not alone today, meet my friend Lucas."

Meera looked upto see a pair of chocolate brown eyes looking deep into hers. On eye contact Lucas looked down shyly, that’s when Meera took in the man’s physique. Well built, almost at the same height as Bryce and brown locks adorning the forehead.

“Go on buddy,” Bryce patted his back encouragingly.

Lucas approached Meera and handed her the now familiar envelope. Confused, Meera opened it to reveal :

Your Perfect Match is : MEERA BOSE (85% compatible)

“Just a heads up, Lucas here has had a crush on you since the beginning, but never got the courage to approach you, and you know with the impersonation of cupid that I am, I couldn’t sit with my arms folded,”Bryce gloated.

Lucas looked up hopefully at her. Suddenly aware of all the eyes boring into her, Meera did the only thing her brain could come up with.

“Lucas!!” Meera put on the biggest smile she possibly could. “You know, I got you too,” she turned to look at Jackie. “What a coincidence.”

“Really?” Lucas’s smile could light up a village, “Listen, if it’s okay with you… would you… like…” Lucas gulpped “like… to… go out with me… tonight?“

Oh shit! Meera thought, what else was she expecting? Come on brain think of something. Just as she was about to open her mouth Lucas’ pager went off.

“Sorry!” he hurriedly looked at it. “I need to go,” he smiled leaving the rest of the interns.

“So? What do you think Bose? Did I do a good job?” Bryce winked.

“Sure,” Jackie answered instead, “he looked like he would suffer an aneurysm, if Meera said no. I just don’t see how they are compatible, again more proof that this whole thing is stupid.”

“Its not stupid, and I am going to prove it to you,” Bryce handed his card to Jackie.

Jackie skimmed over it and handed it over to Meera with a dry laugh. “Good luck meathead, you’re gonna need it.”

Your Perfect Match is : INES DELAROSA (69% compatible)

“But Ines is… “ Sienna tried to warn Bryce but Jackie’s one look made her stop.

Ines poked her head into the locker room, “guys rounds in ten.”

“Hey, Ines,” Bryce leaned against the door frame. "I know, I should start with Dr. Delarosa but let's just skip beating round the bush. So you know this little compatibility test going around the hospital?" Bryce handed her his card and a very shocked Ines accepted it. "What do you say to a little wine and dine tonight?" Bryce completes with a bow.

"Wow!" Ines is still a little dumbfounded. "I am going to try to make this as gentle as possible, Dr. Lahela I hate to break it to you I am gay."

"Wh-what?"

"And even if I wasn't, you wouldn't be my type," Ines handed him his card back and left with a polite smile.

"Damn!" Sienna said.

"He certainly did not expect that," Meera laughed as Bryce still could not comprehend what had just happened.

"She is joking right? Playing hard to get?"

"No, meathead," Jackie hit his arm playfully. "That's why I said this whole thing is just stupid."

Bryce watched Jackie intently. "Who did you get Varma?"

"How is that relevant?" Jackie became defensive at once.

"You have been against this quiz the whole time and it makes me very intrigued to know who is on your card."

"So what? Bose thinks it is stupid too."

"Yeah but we know her perfect match, yours though remains a mystery."

"And that's the way it'll stay," Jackie tries to make a run for it but Bryce easily blocks her and plucks the card out from her white coat pocket.

"Hey! Give that back!" as Jackie protested, Bryce tossed the card towards Meera who opened it at once :

Your Perfect Match is : HARPER EMERY (77% compatible)

"Jackie! This is good," Meera exclaimed. "She is smart, intelligent, attractive and totally your type why are you hiding this?"

"Yeah but she is Harper Emery," Jackie plucked the card out of Meera's hand. "Like the Harper Emery, chief of medicine, our boss. Do you think it's ever going to work out?"

Meera knew that was a rhetorical question but boy did it hit home.

"Yeah she is smart, intelligent and attractive but I don't even know if she likes women? And I am not about to embarrass myself like Lahela here," Jackie rolled her eyes.

"Aww, Jackie!" Sienna started approaching her.

"Don't try to hug me Trinh," Jackie warned. "Let's just get to work and get over with today."

As the interns slowly emptied the locker room. Meera could not help but look at her own envelope. Intrigued, she had opened it on the elevator itself and the name on it had left her speechless. With a deep breath she opened it once again :

Your Perfect Match is : ETHAN RAMSEY (98% compatible)

She moved her fingers over his name as memories of Miami seeped back in. She dried off the single tear that escaped, before securely putting the envelope in her locker and putting on her white coat.

As the day moved on the cheer of Valentine's Day didn't seem to die down. Patients had caught onto the compatibility quiz and pestered to know the answer for every doctor they met. The gossip and rumor mill was actively running with all sorts of news.

Meera had just finished a consult and was discussing the case with Sienna when she spotted him. Standing at the nurses' station, frustration clearly marked all over his face, trying to make quick work of the charts he is signing. But what happened next kept the entire hospital reeling.

"Dr. Ramsey…" Landry approached Ethan.

"Yes?" he said without looking up from his chart.

"So… you must have heard about the compatibility test going around the hospital today?" Obtaining no reaction from Ethan whatsoever Landry continued, "you know it's developed by MIT researchers and… it's highly scientific." Landry stopped to inhale, "and I know how much you… love… scientific analysis, so…" he then tried to open his envelope and takeout his card but dropped it and another couple of charts instead.

After muttering a curse under his breath he stooped down to pick it up. When he finally stood again, he saw Ethan's blue eyes staring into his, expression unreadable as always.

"So…" Landry extended his card with shaking hands, "I just wanted… to… let you know… scientifically you and… I… are compatible," he stopped to see if there was any change in expression, but it remained the same.

"And if you… umm you… you…" as Landry grasped for his next words, Ethan Ramsey cleared his throat.

"Are you done with this? Dr…" his heavy baritone voice making the entire hospital silent.

"Olsen," Landry completed in a timid voice, handing him his card.

"I can take this off your hands," Ethan takes the card and rips it off in half and that half in another half until nothing but pieces of paper remain scattered on the floor. "Your hands were so full with that you seemed to have lost track of your actual duty, what you are paid to do," he said handing atleast two dozen case files to Landry. "These are your assigned cases for the day, I want them all done before you leave the hospital premises today, get back to work Dr…"

"Olsen," Landry's voice now so small he himself couldn't hear it.

"Yes, Olsen, get back to work, you have a long day ahead."

With that Ethan Ramsey made his way towards the elevator leaving behind a shocked, silent audience of hospital staffs. But not before he stole a glance at the familiar brown eyes, and curly hair. Before his eyes could wander further down her body, he schooled his features and left.

Ethan walked into his office. The heavy glass doors cutting off the hospital noises and providing him respite from the horrendous holiday being celebrated all over. He sighed at the sight of the pink envelope peeking from the middle of his stack of paperwork.

He wanted to throw it away, tear it even but he found his heart betraying his brain as he reached for the envelope and put it securely on his inner left coat pocket. The envelope now rested over his heart, ironically mocking the person he is slowly growing to be.

He could hear her infectious laughter, echoing from the walls of the abandoned new wing of the hospital. Ethan stopped at the threshold of Naveen's cabin, drawing in a breath, he put on a professional face.

"Keep it down Naveen, you are going to give away our secret hiding spot."

"I can't," Naveen doubled down with laughter, "you have to listen to what this Lahela guy did today!"

As Naveen and Meera share another laugh, Ethan rolled his eyes. "Any new updates, Dr. Bose?"

"Yes!" Meera quickly goes back to her game face, "the oxygen level seems to improve and so does the sodium-potassium levels, I think we should stick to this treatment plan for a few more days."

"Boring!" Naveen comments as Meera hands over the tablet for Ethan to review. "Give me more details Meera, who did the others get on their compatibility test?"

"You seem interested enough," Ethan says nonchalantly.

"Ofcourse I am! I might be in the hospital but I miss all the shenanigans and gossip! You know, Meera if I was still there, I bet I would have atleast a dozen matches!"

"Sure Dr. Banerji," Meera chuckled, "I am sure you have a lot of game."

"Yes I do! And I believe to pass some of it onto my mentee as well but he seems to not enjoy it. Please tell me Ethan, I'm fortunate enough to know who is on your card?"

"No."

"You are no fun! Meera here is gonna share with us. Won't you dear?"

Meera's heart skipped a beat, she nervously sneeked a glance at Ethan. He seemed engrossed in the chart but she could swear he looked up to meet her eyes for a split second.

"Come on! Don't deprive an old sick man of gossip," Naveen's voice cut through Meera's train of thoughts.

"Lucas Whitlock," Meera said, keeping a close eye on Ethan out of the corner of her eyes.

"Who?" Ethan shouted in his head as Naveen actually said it.

"He a surgical intern and one of Bryce's friends."

"So how is this Lucas? Is he handsome? Did he ask you out?" as Naveen launched into a string of questions Ethan adjusted the dosages of the medicines and quickly took his leave.

No matter how much he tried convincing himself, his heart still wasn't ready to handle the image of her with someone else.

Meera sat on one of the benches in the locker room giving her joints a much needed massage. She looked at the red bodycon dress hanging in her locker and didn't know why her heart sank at the thought of getting ready to go out with Lucas. She was very much tempted to go home and spend the night with ice-cream like she had originally planned.

A soft sob drawed Meera's attention towards the bathroom. A decked up Sienna made her way out and Meera jumped to her feet to help her sit down.

"Hey, hey, hey Si. What happened?"

"Wayne…" Sienna dabbed at her eyeliner stained cheek, "he can't make it… again!"

"Oh Si!" Meera pulled her in an embrace as she emptied her heart out. "It's okay, he doesn't deserve you."

As the tears dried up Meera helped Sienna clean up her makeup. "You know what we should do? Let's get the biggest pint of ice-cream and put on a sappy movie! The best way to celebrate Valentine's Day!" Meera tried making her friend smile.

"No! I can't do that to you. You have been through so much lately you deserve to have fun!"

"We will have fun Si! We don't need no man! And you out of all people know that I can't go out with Lucas." Meera sighed a distant look on her face.

"Don't do this to yourself Meera," Sienna reached for her hands. "I know what's going on in your heart, but that shouldn't stop you from having fun. Go out, enjoy yourself! It doesn't have to mean anything."

"Okay," taking in a deep breath Meera said. "but on one condition, you will have to go out with Danny."

"Meera! It's not the same."

"Take your own advice Si. Just go out and have fun, it doesn't have to mean anything."

The dolphins shared a long look and after some more encouragement from Meera, Sienna agreed.

"Yay!" Meera squealed. "Let's fix your make up."

Sienna chuckled as the two of them got ready.

Meera stood at the hospital lobby, waiting for her "date". It felt weird even if she didn't say it out loud. She looked around, the compatible test had actually helped a lot of people get into the Valentines spirit.

"Wow!" a voice caught her attention. Dressed in jeans and a blazer Lucas could easily blend in with the crowd but once you meet those brown orbs he is hard to be missed. "You look…"

"very appropriate" the voice in her head completed.

"amazing!" Lucas said.

"You look great too," Meera manages a smile.

"You ready to go?" he extends his hand.

Meera nods, avoiding his extended hand. As the two stepped towards the exit Meera looks back at the hospital one last time for that night only to find the pair of Miami blue eyes on her from the balcony on the second floor. Her world seemed to stop as she sensed regret in those eyes but it was all gone too soon. He carefully looked at her one last time as if memorising each and every detail before moving out of her vision.

"Hey, you okay?" Lucas asked concerned since she hadn't moved in the past two minutes.

Meera gives a small nod and heads out of the hospital with long strides not looking back to see if Lucas was following her.

The night seemed to be going well? If by well it meant trying to stay sober even after having too many drinks. Lucas was great, they had pleasant conversation and he was great company but yet all Meera could think about was her boss' face and the look in his eyes. Yeah boss she'd drink to that Meera smiled to herself picking up her glass and bringing to her lips.

"Earth to Meera!" Lucas' voice broke Meera out of her trance not for the first time that night.

"I'm sorry!" Meera felt really guilty, "I am just a little distracted."

"Yeah a little," Lucas shifted in his seat uncomfortably.

Damn! You make even the nicest of people loose their calm. What an awful person are you?

"Wanna dance?" Meera offered.

"Sure. Why not," she was relieved to see the smile back on Lucas' face.

Meera took his hand this time and made her way to the dance floor. Their rhythm was out of beat sometimes but Meera was starting to have fun. After a few songs the music in the bar shifted to a slow romantic one and Lucas pulled her close in an embrace.

Suddenly it wasn't fun anymore, Meera felt her throat closing up, but before she could protest, she found Lucas leaning in waiting for her to meet him halfway.

I'm beginning to realize… there are some things that are worth any risk.

"I'm sorry," she uttered.

"What?"

"I'm sorry I have to go," Meera untangles herself.

"Meera, wait! Did I make a mistake? We can work it out, I promise."

She nods negatively, unable to look at him, "I made a mistake and I'll have to rectify it." She rushes out of the bar as tears break free from her eyes.

On the other side of Boston, Ethan Ramsey entered his dark, lonely alcove. Not feeling the need to turn the lights on he stood in front of the floor to ceiling window which illuminated a magical picture of the Boston skyline but prevented the Valentine cheer to enter the soulless apartment.

He closed his eyes desperately trying to remove the scandalous image of one doey-eyed intern clad in luxurious red, hugging and amplifying each of her curves and the things he could do to her if… if he allowed himself to.

Shaking his head he headed into the kitchen, he needed a stiff drink or even two if he wanted to survive the night. He rolled up his sleeves, loosened his tie and settled down to nurture a glass of his favorite scotch, when the familiar pink envelope caught his eye.

He had no one to hide from here, he was all alone, with that thought he swiftly opened it. His heart hurt for the umpteenth time that day as he read the word imprinted over and over again.

Your Perfect Match is : MEERA BOSE (97% compatible)

Just as he was about to pour himself another glass to drown in his sorrow, a knock on his door made him stop. Surprised and confused he opened the door and was met with Meera.

Her eyes now red to match her dress, hair all over her face and heels on one hand.

"Hi," she said in a shaking voice.

"You shouldn't be here," it took every ounce of strength for him to utter those four words.

"I know. But I have nowhere else to go."

If you don't know, Harper and Jackie end up together in my universe. 😇

Thank you so much if you have read till here, it means the world to me. Hope to see you go on other different adventures with me, Ethan and Meera, till then sending love and hugs your way! ❤️

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omg-im-such-a-masochist · 4 years ago

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✨Masterlist✨

Last Updated: May, 2nd, 2024

98% of my writing is smut, so please be a responsible little bean! +18 readers only

WRESTLERS:

Roman Reigns

Not Everything Is What It Seems

Coping With Your Fears

A New Experience

Birthday Surprise

Taking Care Of Business

The Problem That Starts With An B

Who?

What’s Your Bet?

Guess Who?

The Perfect Opportunity

Papa

Miami Nights

To Catch A Thief

Taking The Reins

In Need For A Private Lesson

Never Forget The Rules

The Peace Maker

Sirius

Sirius Part 2

Don’t You Just Love Birthdays?

Blue Is My Favorite Color

Things You Make Me Do

Someone

Prove Me Wrong

Acknowledge Me

A Night To Remember

Mr. Reigns

Eddie Kingston

First Time

Dexter Lumis

Confession

Verlangen

Teaser

Payback

Limited Time

Wardlow

Period Sex

Gentle Giant

Aleister Black/Malakai Black

Watcher

After Hours

Ask Drabble

Feast

Into The Woods

Unsolicited Visitor

Jay Briscoe

One Last Time

Kink List

CNC

Mark Briscoe

Kink List

Fish

Jay White

Better The Devil You Know

Ask Drabble

Sinful Sunday 2

It Will Come Back

Cold Blooded

Temper, Temper

Pop That Cherry

No Good

Inmate

Churchyard

Love, hate, love

Behind The Curtains

David Finlay

No Good

Hook

Under The Water

Ghostly Entertaintment

Back To You

Kenny Omega

Being With The Elite

Matt Jackson

Being With The Elite

Feral

One’s Not Enough

Target

Salty

Salty 2

Salty 3 (ask)

Dawn

Salty 4

Take me to church

Villainous!Matt

Sex w/ Vampire!Matt

T.A.Q.H.N.V

Imposter Syndrome

Nick Jackson

Sinful Sunday 3

Sinful Sunday 4

Being With The Elite

Yoga Partner Gone Wrong

NSFW Alphabet

One’s Not Enough

It Happened Quiet

Target

Villainous!

A different Nick

Red lights

Take me to church

Good Boys Go To Hell Pt 2

The Purge

Dan “Drilla” Moloney

Rubrum

Adam Cole

Video Games

Corrupt!Cop

Judgment Day

Pretty In Pink

Pink Lights

Damian Priest

Just Pray

First Time....With A Twist

A Night To Remember

Nascosto

MJF

Enjoy The Silence

Tommaso Ciampa

Why So Cynical?

Adam Page

Serve Me

Edge

Absolution

Homecoming

Drew McIntyre

Anger Management Part 1

Anger Management Part 2

A Friend To Help You Freshen Up

Paralysis

Let’s (Not) Keep It PG

Let’s (Not) Keep It PG Part 2

Let’s (Not) Keep It PG Part 3

(Her) Bitter Past

Childhood Games

Paul In Blue Overalls

A Little Reminder

In A Heartbeat

Difficult Times

Would You Fancy A Cup A Tea?

Finn Bálor

A Wise Advise

A High Price To Pay

The Choice

Spa Day From Hell

Our Day Will Come

A Demon, But Also A Brat Tamer

Only For Tonight Pt.1

Only For Tonight Pt.2

Nevermore?

Second Chance

Ilinx

Drunk In Love

Sinful Sunday 1

Salome

Jon Moxley

Fire And Gasoline Part 1

Fire And Gasoline Part 2

A Song For You

New Tricks

Kitty

Like Altair and Vega

Pleasant Surprise

One Bottle To Blame

Red Stains

Sleepwalking

Claudio Castagnoli

Dubious Benefits

Not A Sound

Baron Corbin

Cultural Differences

Seth Rollins

Mrs. M

Maybe It’s Called Fate

Sunset Pt.2

Only For Tonight Pt.1

Only For Tonight Pt. 2

Conquest

The Peace Maker

Rhea Ripley

Seraphic

Work For That

Another Day, Another Lesson

Homecoming

Cash Wheeler

Castle

NSFW Alphabets

Kenny Omega

Jay Briscoe

Eddie Kingston

Malakai Black

SERIES:

ILLICITUS (ROMAN REIGNS X READER - CURRENTLY IN HIATUS)

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

INSANIA (MALAKAI BLACK X OFC- COMPLETE)

Prologue

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

WHERE I BELONG (EDDIE KINGSTON X READER - IN PROGRESS)

THE BEGINNING OF THE END (ELP X READER X JAY WHITE - IN PROGRESS)

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

THE TWELVE DISCIPLES (NICK JACKSON X OFC X MATT JACKSON)

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

STOCKOLM (BLACKPOOL COMBAT CLUB X READER)

Prologue

Chapter 1

THE YELLOW BRICK ROAD (KENNY OMEGA X OFC)

Prologue

WHAT YOU CAN LEARN (MJF X OFC - IN PROGRESS)

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

ALL HAIL TO THE KING (BARON CORBIN X READER - COMPLETE)

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

CAPITALI POENA (DAMIAN PRIEST X READER - HALLOWEEN SERIES - COMPLETE)

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

RESISTERE TENTATIONEM (DAMIAN PRIEST) - TRILOGY

Capitulum I - Hellion

Capitulum II - Tēctus

BOUND (DREW MCINTYRE)

Bound: Part 1 (The Negotiation)

Bound Part 2 (The First Act)

DRABBLES:

Roman Reigns

Ancestral Roots

Baron Corbin

At Your Service

Eddie Kingston

Trigger

I’ve Got To See You Again

Shoop

Matt Jackson

Prettiest Star

Adam Page

Prettiest Star

MJF

Distractions

Lazy On A Sunday Afternoon

Drew McIntyre

Study Material

Seth Rollins

Sunset (pt.2 is in the One Shot’s section)

Turn On The Lights

Dirty Mouth

Damian Priest

Pillow

Fighting

A Little Decor

HEADCANNONS

MASO’S CHRISTMAS LIST - 2021

MASO’S HALLOWEEK - 2022

EXCEPTIONS (SPECIAL REQUESTS):

Sneaky - Alan 5 Angels (to writtingrose)

DRABBLES (SERIES):

7 DEADLY SINS (COMPLETE)

Wrath (Drew McIntyre)

Envy (Seth Rollins)

Sloth (Seth Rollins)

Pride (Finn Bálor / Prince Devitt)

Greed (Roman Reigns / Tribal Chief)

Gluttony (Jon Moxley)

Lust (Can you guess who it is?)

CAPTIVE (COMPLETE - SETH ROLLINS)

Captive Part 1

Captive Part 2

Captive Part 3

Captive Part 4

Captive Part 5

THE LAST TEST (COMPLETE X READER - JON MOXLEY)

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

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cherrybracelets · 4 years ago

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I’ll Take You On

bucky barnes x f. reader

18+ / drinking mentions, heavy smut (unprotected s*x, oral s*x (m receiving) )

inspired by: ill take you on by brockhampton

For your whole childhood, as long as you could remember, you wanted to be a veterinarian. You had loved animals, and couldn’t imagine a better way to spend your days than caring for them. But, as you grew up and the harsh realities of adulthood and capitalism dawned upon you, your dream was becoming less likely.

Vet school was way over you and your mom’s budget. It was just the two of you, and she wasn’t exactly bringing in buckets of cash at her teaching job. So, you had to get a bit more realistic.

After graduation college with a business degree, you set forth into the world hoping for a lifetime of amazing opportunities. But, a job didn’t come as easy as you’d hoped, and you were getting desperate. So desperate, in fact, that you called your estranged father begging for a job.

Your father left your mom when you were nine. You didn’t care much, as he wasn’t around a lot anyways. He was some big shot lawyer in Miami, and he was always traveling for work. It was honestly easier on you and your mom once he left. He didn’t make much an effort to connect with you after that, only calling every few months and sending wads of cash on Holidays, hoping to make up for his absence.

So, as you pushed aside your pride to call and ask for his help, it was really the least he could do. And lucky for you, his firm’s office manager had just quit. It didn’t sound like an incredibly difficult job and the pay was beyond what you wanted. Your father was most likely overcompensating with the salary. But he could afford it.

He also promised you a place to live, rent free. He owned multiple properties around the city, most of which he never used. It was kind of the perfect situation. A little suspiciously perfect.

But there were no other options. You needed a job and he desperately needed to feel like he wasn’t the worst father in the world. It was a win-win for both of you.

And obviously, Miami wasn’t the worst place you could be. You didn’t know anyone besides your father, but you didn’t care. The idea of relaxing on a beach alone soothed you way more than a group of screaming drunk girls.

After a week of settling into your apartment and the city, it was finally time to start your new job. You had met up with your father multiple times already, getting prepared for the job and visiting a few of his favorite spots around the city. He was actually really kind, but it was slightly uncomfortable talking to him.

You walked into his office on your first day, shaking in nerves as you prepared to meet your new coworkers. Would they treat you kindly, or did they catch up on the obvious nepotism that was lingering through this entire situation?

But your fears were quickly buried over as his staff welcomed you with open arms, talking highly of you and about how “proud” your father was to have you working here. You rolled your eyes at his obvious attempt to show a warmer side to his staff, but you let it slide. You had a job and place to live because of him, so it was the least you could do.

You spent the morning learning the phone and computer system, battling intrusive questions from everyone in the office and trying to learn how to work the damn coffee machine. But all in all, it wasn’t a bad job.

You never really knew what kind of law your father practiced, and maybe that was something you should’ve asked before, so you were a little less shocked. His clients were mega rich and famous. And your father was just mega rich. It kind of pissed you off, seeing how well he lived and how you and your mom never saw a penny of it. Part of you wanted to scream at him, break all the expensive glasses in his office and storm out. But what was the point? Caring about him was more energy than it was worth.

Your father met with his clients throughout the day, and part of your job was welcoming them to the office, getting them something to drink, and telling your father when they arrive. And today, at 2:12 PM, twelve minutes late for his appointment, he walked in.

“James Barnes. I’m here to see Henry,” he commanded, not bothering to look up from his cell phone and pay you an ounce of attention.

“Of course. Can I get you anything to drink?” You asked kindly, trying to keep your voice from quivering. He stood towering over you, his large frame blocking the light above, casting a shadow over your desk. He was one of the most beautiful and intimidating people you’d ever seen. You felt like you were going to choke if he looked directly at you.

But he didn’t. He walked cooly over to the sofa in the waiting area and sat down, mumbling “Scotch…”.

You stood up and walked away quickly, desperately trying to catch your breath. You slipped quietly into your father's office, smiling as you closed the door behind you.

“James Barnes is here. And he mentioned something about scotch, which I’m not sure if I’m authorized to give…”

Your father chuckled and stood up, walking over to a small bar cart in his office and pouring two drinks.

“Everyone calls him Bucky. He’s a good friend. Come on, i’ll introduce you.”

You followed behind your father in a daze, not ready to face him, not ready for his eyes to meet yours. Your skin felt hot and the room was spinning as your head, his loud voice greeting your father in excitement.

“Bucky! It’s been too long!” Your father yelled, handing him a drink and smiling sheepishly.

“Yeah, I had to be in New York a bit longer than I thought,” he trailed off, taking a sip of his drink. You were hiding behind your father, hoping he would forget about you and you could sneak away without a word. But of course you wouldn’t get away that easily.

“Bucky, I have to introduce you to my daughter. Today is her first day working here! (Y/N), come introduce yourself,” he instructed, turning towards you and ushering you in closer to Bucky.

“(Y/N)...” he whispered, the sound of your name in his mouth making your whole body light up. You had never heard it sound so beautiful before. He reached his hand out towards you, and you grabbed it lightly. His hands were soft and cold, shocking your skin as he touched you. As you shook hands, he leaned towards you, the smell of mint and tobacco pouring from his skin.

“Why don’t we head to your office, Henry,” he frowned, dropping your hand and turning towards your father. You brought your hand back to your side, confused and dizzy as you found your seat.

“Can… can I get you anything, Henry?” You stuttered, realizing awkwardly that this was the first time you’d addressed him, and you didn’t say dad. There was an uncomfortable silence between the two of you, and you cleared your throat awkwardly.

“Sorry, thought that would be more professional. Totally awkward, right?” You laughed, trying to ease the tension. You didn’t think your father would care if you called him Henry, but maybe he wanted you to play into the sweet daughter character at work.

“No, sweetheart, this is actually a private meeting. I don’t want any interruptions, unless someone’s dead. Okay?” He said in a serious tone, pushing aside any awkwardness. He hadn’t said this with any other clients he’s seen today, so it gave you an uncomfortable feeling in your stomach.

You turned towards Bucky, looking for some sign of a joke with him. But his face was carved of stone, his eyes locked on your father as if he expected Henry’s devout secrecy for any conversation they had.

The two walked quietly into his office and shut the door, leaving the image of him to only exist in your mind. You were curious who exactly this beautiful mystery was, so you did what you always did. Googled him.

You searched for a while, under both of the names he went by. But nothing. You couldn’t find him anywhere. Nothing on Facebook, Linkedin was empty, Twitter and Instagram were farfetched. It was like he didn’t exist. You even unblocked your father on facebook to stalk his friends and see if he existed there, but nothing. He was a ghost.

You got frustrated after a while, sitting back angrily in your chair, realizing you had three voicemails. Yikes, you were not very good at this job.

You finished all your work quickly, hoping it would distract you from him.

They spent the next two hours locked away in your fathers office, leaving you to wilt away in boredom. It only took about 30 minutes to catch up on calls and emails, and then all you could do was scroll aimlessly on your phone hoping someone would bother you.

But everyone seemed very quiet here. Beyond the initial excitement of meeting you in the morning, everyone stayed at their desks all day, focused intently on their own work. It was one of the quietest offices you’d ever been in. Maybe they were just trying to show off on your first day, or trying not to bother you… but it was odd.

At 4:15, your father loudly exited his office, Bucky following behind. He was smiling, something you hadn’t seen before. It was almost god-like, his perfect smile, radiating warmth and happiness. You wanted to be close to him again, missing the sweet smell of his lips…

“(Y/N), I have a request…” your father interrupted your daydreaming, making you jump as you stood up to help him.

“What’s up?” You asked casually, refusing to take your eyes off Bucky.

“Bucky and I are grabbing dinner tonight, and we’d love for you to join us,” he said quickly, Bucky finally turning towards you and meeting your glance.

“You… want me to come?” You asked quietly, Bucky still staring at you. He smirked slightly as you spoke, but refused to break your gaze.

“Well, Bucky would really love to get to know my daughter. You know how… proud I am of you. The light of my life!” He said, smiling intensely at you. You finally looked away from Bucky and towards your father as he spoke.

It was disgusting, the way your father was obviously using a fake relationship with you to get in good with his clients and employees. But you would’ve done anything to see Bucky again. So you agreed reluctantly, wondering why a man like Bucky would care about his lawyer's daughter…

“We’re going to a nice place so… dress up,” your father instructed, eyeing your clothes. You had noticed you were the least dressed up at the office.

“Um… I don’t really have a nice dress…” you whispered quietly, wondering how “nice” you needed to dress…

Your father pulled out his wallet, handing you a thick black AmEx card.

“I’ll have my driver take you downtown to some shops. Get whatever you want,” he instructed, pushing the card in your hand.

You didn’t refuse, why would you? Free shopping spree and dinner with some hot mystery man sounded like your perfect day.

You spent the next few hours in and out of shops, spending more money than your father most likely anticipated. But you needed a new wardrobe anyways, most of your old clothes were too warm to wear here.

You picked out a gorgeous light blue silk dress and some strappy white heels to match. You were maybe a little ‘under’ dressed for dinner with your father, but all you could focus on was Bucky. You felt high whenever he crossed your mind, your body unable to focus on anything except the feel of his cool skin touching yours.

By the time you were done shopping, it was almost time to meet them at dinner. The driver promised to bring the rest of your bags home and drop you right off at the restaurant. It was all the way across town, and you’d most likely still be late even if you left now. So you hopped in the car quickly, your new outfit looking perfect.

The drive to the restaurant took just as long as the driver said it would- maybe even longer. You were getting impatient as the time went by, wondering if he was thinking about you the way you were thinking of him.

It was unlikely. You still weren’t sure who exactly he was, but you knew he didn’t spend his time with ordinary girls.

But why did he want you to come to dinner? It was odd of him to take such an interest in you. None of your fathers other clients seemed to look twice in your direction. But then again, Bucky was the only one that required privacy.

As you got lost in your thoughts, your mind tumbling through expectations and excitement, your driver pulled swiftly up to the front entrance of Paterro’s.

Upon walking through the doors, you were taken aback by the overwhelming fanciness of this restaurant. Your father definitely undersold how nice it was. You felt slightly underdressed, but no one seemed to look twice at you. You were used to not turning heads, being able to walk through a crowd without notice.

That changed when you got to your table. Your father wasn’t there, most likely in the bathroom or at the bar. It was just him, looking just as beautiful as you pictured he would.

He wore a navy blue suit that hugged his skin tightly and left very little of his body up for imagination. As you walked towards him, his head lifted from the table and his eyes lingered towards your body. He gave you a soft smile, but he was obviously distracted by how much of you he was seeing.

“Your… Henry ran to grab a few cigars for later…” he mumbled, standing up awkwardly and pulling out a chair for you.

“Thank you…” you whispered, sitting shakily down in the chair as he pushed you in towards the table.

You were in between Bucky and your father’s seat, but much closer to Bucky. Your father came back less than 30 seconds later, which was ideal, since you couldn’t think of a single word to say to Bucky.

Your father greeted you kindly, a wide smile that read as ‘You better be good tonight.’ It clearly wasn’t normal for him to have guests attend his business dinners. He seemed just as put off as you did, but the two of you kept your thoughts to yourselves and made small talk.

“This is one of my favorite restaurants, (Y/N),” your father smiled, handing you a menu to you.

“I’m excited to be here. Thank you for having me,” you responded kindly.

Bucky and your father started talking about business, leaving you to your own thoughts as you scoured the menu. The prices were insane, but obviously you weren’t footing the bill. You had half a mind to order the most expensive thing on the menu, for the hell of it, but you settled on a nice glass of red wine and pasta.

You weren’t included in much of the conversation, wondering why exactly you were invited in the first place. It seemed that the two of them barely even knew you were there. You sipped at your wine angrily, wondering how you could get Bucky’s attention.

It was then when you decided to make one of the riskiest decisions of your entire life. But, high risk, high reward, right?

Bucky cracked a joke with your father, and you laughed loudly and girlishly, forcing him to draw his eyes towards you. You then gently placed your hand on his knee, dragging your fingertips on his thigh lightly as you smiled at him. For a second, you forgot your father was even there, lost in the delight of finally having your hands on Bucky.

But you quickly drew your hand back, afraid of how far you’d go if you didn’t stop. Luckily your father didn’t seem to notice, or care. But Bucky did.

In fact, he was glaring at you. His fists were clenched on the table, his breath shaky and his stared. His face started to relax and he looked away, a slight smirk on his face as he grabbed his drink and gulped it.

“I have to run and make a quick phone call,” Bucky said abruptly, not waiting for a response before leaving the table.

You turned awkwardly to your father, not sure what to say to him at this moment. Thankful for you, he clearly felt the same, and buried himself in his phone. That was the nice thing about your father, he never forced you to talk.

Bucky was back quicker than you’d expected, looking relieved as he sat down.

“Sorry about that,” he smiled, clearing his throat. “Where were we?”

The three of you started chatting again, a feat that only lasted about five minutes, before another interruption. Your father’s phone started ringing loudly, much to your embarrassment.

“One sec,” he whispered, jumping out of his chair and answering in a rush.

Your heart dropped as you realized you were alone with him for the first time. You couldn’t bring yourself to look at him after you nearly groped him under the table. You felt a lump in your throat as you stared intently at your fathers empty chair.

“Do you wanna talk about what the hell you’re doing?” Bucky growled at you, making you finally turn your head and face him head on.

“I don’t know what you mean…” you whispered innocently.

“Oh, shut the hell up. I’m not gonna fall for your sweet girl act. Your father might, but I see right through it…” He snickered, taking a large sip from his third drink of the evening.

“I’m sorry if I’ve done something to upset you, James.” You could see him cringe at the sound of that name. You couldn’t help but to get under his skin. Something about him so angry made it hotter.

“Listen, if you wanna fuck me, just say it. I’m not here for all these little games.”

“You truly think every girl in the entire universe wants to have sex with you? Seems like somebody has a little ego problem,” you retorted, rolling your eyes and looking away.

“Oh, baby,” he laughed, touching your cheek lightly with his thumb. “You’re telling me you wouldn’t get under this table and suck my cock if you could?”

The thought of your mouth around him made you quiver, which was very evident to Bucky. He laughed coyly, before tightly gripping your chin. He brushed his thumb lightly over your lips, your body aching at his touch.

He dropped his hand quickly as your father approached the table, looking distraught.

“I’m so sorry guys... My client just called, major emergency. I’m gonna have to run… Bucky, can you make sure (Y/N) get’s home safe? I’m gonna have to take my car…”

Bucky chuckled quietly and nodded at your father, enjoying the obvious win.

“I’ll take good care of her, man.”

Your father thanked Bucky, throwing his credit card to you for dinner and running off in a hurry. You felt sick to your stomach, all the red wine dancing around in your body. You felt Bucky’s hand on your thigh, rubbing circles on your skin.

“You ready to go?” He winked, tilting his head for an answer. You could only nod, unable to think of any words to say.

Bucky tossed three one-hundred dollar bills down on the table, taking them from a large wad of cash hidden in his jacket. You felt dizzy at the sight of all the money, wondering where it could possibly be coming from.

The valet pulled Bucky’s car around, which was obviously something beautiful and fancy and nauseatingly expensive. He opened the passenger door for you, helping you up into the seat. He leaned towards you after you were sitting, pulling your face to his. He kissed you intensely, not giving you a second to think, or breathe. You melted into him, allowing his body to do whatever he wanted.

But he quickly broke away, closing the door and getting in the driver seat. He didn’t speak to you the rest of the ride, just casually glancing in your direction every few minutes. You wondered if you should tell him where you lived, or if he already knew. But you quickly realized you weren’t going home.

You pulled up to a large white house on the beach. The gates opened promptly as you arrived. They closed quickly behind you, making you finally realize the intensity of the situation. You were here now, locked inside, with a complete stranger. A very, very hot stranger.

Bucky opened the door for you, clearly picking up your awe at the size of the house.

“I’m just renting it. I don’t usually stay in one place too long…” he explained, a hint of sadness in his voice.

“What exactly do you do?” You asked, instantly regretting it as you noticed the distaste in his voice.

“You don’t need to know that, yet,” he snapped, emphasizing the word ‘yet’. What the hell did that mean?

He ushered you through the front door, offering you a glass of wine as you entered. You accepted happily, staring at his wide wine collection that was much nicer than the box sitting in your fridge.

You sat down on his couch, sinking into the soft cushions, realizing just then how tipsy you were. As he walked back towards you with your drinks, you felt a wave of excitement and spontaneity wash over you. Fuck wine, man. The worst and horniest decisions you ever made were because of wine.

Bucky set your drinks done and you didn’t waste any time. You jumped up towards him, pushing your lips onto his and dragging your hands down his body. He didn’t fight you, unbuckling his pants quickly. He began kissing your neck, pulling down the straps of your dress. You hadn’t worn a bra, giving his lips easy access to your breasts. He sucked your nipples lightly, grazing his teeth.

You pulled his shirt over his head, revealing a perfectly sculpted body that at this point, you had expected. You brought your hand down to his dick, already hard and poking out through his boxers. You pushed him off of you as you got down to your knees, removing his boxers and taking his length into your mouth.

You flicked your tongue across his tip, making him shake under you. He grabbed the back of your head and pushed himself deeper into you, hitting the back of your throat. He moved in and out of your mouth, his hand holding your hair out of the way.

Finally he pulled out of your mouth, beckoning you to stand up. You did as you were told, getting off your knees and following him to the catch. He sat down and dragged you onto his lap, feeling his cock under you. He kissed you for a while, but you never got bored. You could’ve kissed him forever.

But you felt him twitching beneath you, begging to be inside. You positioned him to your opening and slid down gently, adjusting to his size. He moaned slightly, throwing his head back as he went in.

“Don’t move for a second…” he commanded, sitting up and taking your face. He was inside of you, not moving, just holding you.

“You are the most beautiful person I have ever seen,” he whispered, the scotch spilling from his breath. He didn’t give you time to respond before he grabbed your hips and began to rock you on him.

You let him move you for a few minutes before you started moving yourself. You felt the overwhelming rush of pleasure take over as you got close to cumming, speeding up your motions.

“Shit…” you squealed, riding out your high as he kissed your neck.

“Keep going… I wanna cum inside you…” He whispered into your ear, his lips tickling your jaw.

You kept grinding your hips, moving faster as he got closer. He gripped onto your hips, digging his nails into your skin as you felt him twitch. You felt him fill you up with warmth, claiming you as his in that moment. The ultimate trophy of male dominance.

You felt sick to your stomach after you got off, feeling him drip down your thighs as you rolled to the other side of the couch. The fun of the wine had worn off into an annoying headache, and you were dreadfully thirsty.

For some reason, you wondered if you had dreamed the whole thing, before you looked over and saw a naked Bucky, staring blissfully at you.

“Can I get you anything?” He asked, kindly.

“Water.”

He smiled graciously, standing up and putting his boxers on. He walked down a hallway, presumably to the kitchen, and your fight or flight kicked in. You quickly grabbed your shoes and bag, bolting out the front door, unable to face him.

You were greeted by the fresh air, happy to be back in the realm of normalcy. And then you remembered. The gate.

“Fuck…” you exclaimed, dropping your shoes on the pavement.

“I’ll take you home.” You heard, seeing an uncomfortable Bucky standing in the doorway.

You got back in his car, staying uncomfortably silent as he started the engine and opened the gate.

“Do you regret it?” He asked. His voice snapped through the quiet like a whip. It made you jump.

“No. I don’t.” You answered. It was the truth.

“Good. We’ll talk soon, then.”

He dropped you off without another word, and you realized you never actually gave him your address.

Who the hell was James Barnes?

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #tfatws #bucky barnes fanfic #bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes x you #james buchanan barnes

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snarkwrites · 4 years ago

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-- masterlist -- archived, 2020

[18+ advised ] This is going to be long af. I’m going to do my best to put everything - all my writing on this blog, in one goddamn place, but I make no promises, so forgive me in advance. Below the cut is everything I’ve written and posted, for every single fandom I’ve written for so far. If [mature] or [suggestive] is present in the title/post, 18+ only. If you’re looin for y/n here, you won’t really find it. I prefer to use oc’s in writing most of the time because it’s easier for me.

** the titles in bold and not linked I either haven’t written or I’ve lost the link for. jsyk. I do that so that when/if I get around to writing something, it’s already got a place. It’s weird, I’m weird.**

If you want to be on the taglist for my writing, you can find that [here]. If you want to know what I write / how often I write and stuff like that, my faq/about post is [here]

--𝔸𝕞𝕖𝕣𝕚𝕔𝕒𝕟 ℍ𝕠𝕣𝕣𝕠𝕣 𝕊𝕥𝕠𝕣𝕪

[ 1984 ]

xavier plympton - cherry popped | spring | mature.

--ℂ𝕊𝕀

[ Miami ]

eric delko - tba | fall/winter | mature.

tim speedle - perfect | spring | mature.

[ Vegas ]

greg sanders - tba | fall/winter | mature.

-- 𝕄𝕒𝕣𝕧𝕖𝕝 ℂ𝕚𝕟𝕖𝕞𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕔 𝕌𝕟𝕚𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕤𝕖

[ Avengers ]

bucky barnes - slippery when wet | winter | mature.

captain america - choke me | winter | suggestive.

pietro maximoff - faster, baby | spring | mature.

[ Guardians Of The Galaxy ]

starlord - eat me | spring | mature.

[ Venom ]

eddie brock - milf isn’t a bad word | spring | mature.

-- ℝ𝕚𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕕𝕒𝕝𝕖

archie andrews - tba | summer/fall | mature.

jughead jones - tba | summer/fall | mature.

reggie mantle - yours | summer | mature.

sweet pea - selfish | summer | mature.

--𝕊𝕠𝕟𝕤 𝕆𝕗 𝔸𝕟𝕒𝕣𝕔𝕙𝕪

juice ortiz - needed me | spring | mature.

--𝕊𝕥𝕣𝕒𝕟𝕘𝕖𝕣 𝕋𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤

billy hargrove - tba | summer/fall | mature.

jonathan byers - surrender | summer | mature.

steve harrington - wet | summer | mature.

steve harrington - disaster | summer | mature.

--𝕊𝕦𝕡𝕖𝕣𝕟𝕒𝕥𝕦𝕣𝕒𝕝

dean winchester - tba | summer/fall | mature.

kevin tran - tba | fall / winter | suggestive.

sam winchester - tba | summer/fall | mature.

-- 𝕋𝕨𝕚𝕝𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥

embry call - tba | summer/fall | mature.

jacob black - found you | spring | mature.

paul lahote - tba | summer/fall | mature.

-- 𝔽𝕣𝕚𝕕𝕒�� ℕ𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕃𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥𝕤

matt saracen, remember you young by thomas rhett | angst & fluff / reunion

-- 𝕊𝕥𝕣𝕒𝕟𝕘𝕖𝕣 𝕋𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤

jonathan byers, i think i love you | fluff. two best friends admitting their feelings for each other. an au take on my oc pairing with Steve Harrington, so an au of an au oops rip.

steve harrington, blindsided | fluff and awkward cute first kisses,ftw.

-- 𝟙𝟚 ℝ𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕕𝕤 𝟛: 𝕃𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕕𝕠𝕨𝕟

jon shaw - galentines / be my valentine - ex lovers, drinking tw, intense fluff.

-- 𝔸𝕞𝕖𝕣𝕚𝕔𝕒𝕟 ℍ𝕠𝕣𝕣𝕠𝕣 𝕊𝕥𝕠𝕣𝕪

[ Apocalypse ]

michael langdon - moon dance - a witch and her dance under the moon captivates Michael Langdon. sexual tension, ftw.

-- 𝔸𝕣𝕣𝕠𝕨𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕤𝕖

[ Legends Of Tomorrow ]

ray palmer - back where you came from - time travel, mutual crushes

ray palmer - bachlorette party gone wrong or right - flirty first meeting at a bachelor party

ray palmer - villainesses want heroes - a good guy with a bad girl? more likely than you think.

-- ℂ𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕝𝕖 ℝ𝕠𝕔𝕜

dennis zalewski - photo booth montage - angst / hurt comfort, major character death & mourning, ghosts.

the kid / henry deaver - you were different - alternate universe personas reunite, intense makeout ensues.

--𝔻ℂ ℂ𝕚𝕟𝕖𝕞𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕔

[ Suicide Squad ]

captain boomerang - expecting someone taller - first date / blind date.

-- 𝔽𝕣𝕚𝕕𝕒𝕪 ℕ𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕃𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥𝕤

landry clarke - if i only had a brain | someday my prince will come - tutor turned friend turned crush. kissing and stuff.

tim riggins - wedding bell blues | so this is love - a wedding brings two people closer and the end result is Riggins, settling down.

tim riggins - voice like honey - tim flirting with a new girl in Dillon? the chances are more likely than you think.

-- 𝕄𝕒𝕣𝕧𝕖𝕝 ℂ𝕚𝕟𝕖𝕞𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕔

[ Avengers ]

bucky barnes - girls,girls,girls - bucky’s omega likes to dance. and to offer herself up as bait. bucky doesn’t like this... intense heated conversation ensues.

captain america - no selfies in the bathroom please? - oh, nothing but Steve Rogers and an OC flirting over the phone. Innuendo towards the end if you squint.

[ Punisher]

frank castle - patient of the week - patching up Frank isn’t the only thing she longs to do. A kiss is shared.

-- 𝕊𝕙𝕒𝕞𝕖𝕝𝕖𝕤𝕤

lip gallagher - wedding crasher | the nanny and the professor - lip and his girl and their ups and downs. They go from him crashing her wedding drunk to the two having a night of domestic bliss.. and a kid. mildly suggestive the second part is.

-- 𝕊𝕠𝕟𝕤 𝕆𝕗 𝔸𝕟𝕒𝕣𝕔𝕙𝕪

juice ortiz - crow flies | rough rider | treat you as good as my leather - snippets from the relationship between juice and my OC, Hazel Teller.

juice ortiz - glass houses | throwing stones - more from relationship between Juice Ortiz and Hazel Teller, tbh.

-- 𝕊𝕥𝕣𝕒𝕟𝕘𝕖𝕣 𝕋𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤

billy hargrove - let the days go by - flashbacks to a first meeting as an OC mourns Billy’s supposed death post S3.

jonathan byers - should’ve been a better shot - Tommy H’s girlfriend (not Carol, an oc) is getting more than a little sick of being Tommy’s property. Kissing Jonathan Byers seems like a good way to end that and to let jonathan know that she likes him a lot. Fluff/humor, warnings of Tommy H being his usual asshole douchenozzle self.

steve harrington - glass houses | throwing stones, this is set in the now main au timeline I have for Steve Harrington and my original character Charlotte Granger.

-- 𝕊𝕦𝕡𝕖𝕣𝕟𝕒𝕥𝕦𝕣𝕒𝕝

crowley - the witching hour - just a father/daughter heart to heart with Poppy. family bonding ftw. [ goes with pop goes my heart tangentially]

dean winchester - pop goes my heart - poppy gets under his skin in all the wrong ways AND all the right ones.

dean winchester - gingerbread family - the boys find themselves waking up to Christmas as a totally normal family. How will they react to the things they find themselves able to do at last?

sam winchester - heaven knows - his guardian angel only wanted to protect him. now she’s been banished to earth and she’s mortal. and they wind up flirting / getting closer.

sam winchester - candy apple kisses | gingerbread family - sam never forgot about her. maybe that’s why as a result of a wish he and dean may or may not have both made, he wakes up to find himself married to her.

-- 𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕎𝕒𝕝𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕕

[ The following ones are all part of this huuuuge everchanging universe/storyline that I have with BOTH men, for my OC Evie. In some, she’s with Daryl, in others, Shane. They’re all wildly canon divergent and all over the place, lmao.]

daryl dixon - watch the world burn [married au] | a vision from a sugarplum fairy | garden by the sea - a series of alternate takes / twists and moments between my OC Evie Grimes and Daryl Dixon.

shane walsh - scream queen [reunited lovers au] | sweet morning rose | you and your high horse - a series of alternate takes/twists and moments between my OC Evie Grimes and Shane Walsh.

-- 𝕋𝕨𝕚𝕝𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥

jacob black, one day more, angst |

-- ℂ𝕣𝕚𝕞𝕚𝕟𝕒𝕝 𝕄𝕚𝕟𝕕𝕤

derek morgan x -being roommates with |

-- 𝕄𝕒𝕣𝕧𝕖𝕝 ℂ𝕚𝕟𝕖𝕞𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕔 𝕌𝕟𝕚𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕤𝕖

sam wilson / falcon x - dating falcon |

CSI MIAMI;

tim speedle [ d m y ] | [ b o u ] | [ c e k ] | j w x | l f |

STAR WARS;

kylo ren [ k l r ] |

CSI: Las Vegas;

CSI:Miami;

m i n e | tim speedle x former lover!OFC, Sylvie | genres : suspense/action, romance/fluff, hurt comfort, angst, slow burn | chapters : [ one two pt 1 two pt 2 three three pt 2 ] | soundtrack: here | warnings: slow burn, crime / stalker tw, other themes and eventual smut/sexual content tw, [discontinued to be rewritten]

Riverdale;

gangsta | sweetpea x Andrews!SiblingOFC, Alyssa | genres: teen angst - drama, suspense, hurt comfort, romance, slow burn | chapters: one - two - three - four - five - six - seven - eight - nine - ten- eleven - twelve - thirteen - fourteen - | soundtrack: here | warnings: fighting / swearing, sexual tension, awkward situations & eventual smut.. your typical high school overdramatic bs. Bit of an au because I only plan to loosely follow the series. | [ discontinued to be rewritten ]

Sons Of Anarchy;

home | juice ortiz x Teller!OFC, Hazelynn | genres: action / suspense, hurt/comfort, angst, slow burn, romance, smut | chapters: one - two - three - | soundtrack: here | warnings: slow burn, heavy sexual tension, violence and other adult themes, alcohol / drugs / illegal activities, sex worker ofc tw, sexual content eventually | [ being rewritten to be reposted soonish ]

Stranger Things;

upside down | steve harrington x OFC, Jenny | genres: teen angst - drama, suspense, hurt comfort, friendship, fluff, action, | chapters: one - two - three - four - five - six - seven - | soundtrack: here | warnings: fighting / swearing, sexual tension, awkward situations & eventual smut... your typical high school drama + science fiction-y type misadventures,lmaoo. | [discontinued to be rewritten]

#multifandom writing masterlist #masterlist multifandom #multifandom fanfiction #multifandom fanfic writer

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just-things-things · 4 years ago

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Peter Stark was kidnapped on a warm summer day when he was six years old. In Miami, he had been swimming with his father in their backyard when his father heard a crash come from the house. The man recalled this day in his mind many times. Sometimes, he wonders if everything was made-up, if his mind was forcing him to believe something completely different. He wonders if he told his son where he was going, “I’ll be right back Pete.”

His son grinned back at him, always such a trusting boy. Reaching the patio door, Tony listened to eerie silence. It made his veins run cold, activating the Iron Man wrist, he kicked open the door. As soon as it opened, a racoon scurried away, scaring the living daylights out of him, and causing him to shoot a rocket, shattering the glass door.

Tony sighed in relief; he’d have JARVIS check over the footage later to see how the rodent got in. He took his time getting back outside, especially now that he knew there was no real threat and that his boy was always extra careful. He decided to put together their lunches and grab extra juice boxes.

Emerging from the house, he called, “Pete! Come eat!” Beginning to pick up the scattered glass, he heard footsteps running toward him. About to scold the boy to watch out for the glass, he was shocked when it was R-2 charging him instead. Peter had insisted on getting a dog, despite Tony’s allergy for them. He truly would do anything to make him happy, “Peter, c’mon, I know you’re hungry!”

With no response, he stepped over the glass and began his trek to the pool area, his pace quickening the longer the silence remained. With the area in sight, Peter was nowhere to be found. Tony rushed over, glancing inside the water to make sure Peter hadn’t fallen in.

Checking behind the trees and crevasses in his yard, the man called for his son, “Peter! Peter, where are you?” His yelling became more frantic by the second, “Peter, this isn’t a game! Come out right now!”

Tony had checked the entirety of the backyard, still missing a response. Rushing into the house, screaming the boy’s name, his thoughts ran wild. Sure, Peter was a small kid. He just hadn’t found him yet. And kids loved to play hide and seek, of course they did. Peter was here. He was safe.

“JARVIS,” he barked, mentally cursing. Peter would have scolded him for that, “Where’s Peter?”

The cool, British accent made him even more irritated, “It seems Master Peter is not located within the house.” After Tony shoved another door out of his way, the AI suggested, “Mister Stark, would you like me to enable the outer drones?”

“Yes!” Tony was seething, opening the front door, he watched as a drone took off from the roof. He had the best technology in the country, if not the best in the world. JARVIS would find him. Maybe Peter had just found a hole big enough in the gate to fit through.

Two hours and twelve minutes later, SHIELD would arrive at his house. Three hours and fifty-six minutes later, Peter Stark would be pronounced missing. His face would be broadcasted across national television for days, his name covering all the newspapers.

Pepper and Rhodey would later find him at a SHIELD compound, demanding Fury to set up a missing persons unit within the organization. He held tightly to R-2’s leash, nose running and eyes watering, but god damn it, his kid was missing and nothing else mattered more than that.

Fury agreed to help the man find his child, under the circumstances that he wouldn’t get involved with their work. After negotiation, Tony allowed this if he could look on his own without interfering with their work.

Rhodey and Pepper escorted him back to Stark tower, deciding it was the best if their friend stayed away from the crime scene. They stayed for an extra two more weeks making sure Tony got at least six hours of sleep and enough food in him.

They wanted to find their nephew as badly as Tony did, but they knew it would be a lost cause if he was only working on half a mind.

One year later, Peter’s missing persons case was closed. After the police stopped looking, SHIELD also went down. Tony offered to pay them as much they needed to keep the unit up and running, but Fury had broken it down to the barest essentials, even if it left Tony feeling defeated, “Stark. There’s no footage, no witnesses, and no clues or hints. It would take a miracle to find him. SHIELD doesn’t have time for miracles, he’s a lost cause.”

Tony got in a couple punches before a guard restrained him. Getting back to the tower was easy, and his fury only caused him to search harder. He wanted to prove Fury wrong. His son wasn’t just a lost cause. Peter, now seven, was still out there, he knew it. Maybe a father’s instinct some would call it. He was alive, Tony just had to find him.

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On August 10, Tony, Pepper, and Rhodey began a new tradition. Peter would be eight years old now. Together, they’ll design the missing boy a room at Stark tower. It’s right across from his own, the door decorated with Star War’s ships and droids.

When inside, they’re encountered with dark blue walls with custom painted Star War’s characters on them. His bed sheets and comforter has a galaxy design coating it. The rest of the room is outlined by white shelves covered in Knick Knacks. His walk-in closet is refreshed with new clothes trending in children magazines. Tony hopes he got the right size.

To complete the second half of the tradition, the trio hopelessly tries to bake a cake, (It’s mostly Pepper baking while Rhodey and him read off the directions.) Then, after everything has cooled off, they’ll go sit on Peter’s carpeted floor and eat the cake. R-2 will curl up on the bed and one slice will be left on the balcony until the birds find it.

Tony knows Peter’s coming home soon. It’s only a matter of time.

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The tradition continues for three years with no problems. It’s not until the day before his boy’s birthday that Fury calls Iron Man and War Machine for a mission. Tony goes off on Cap when he tries to defend the man, of course, Rodgers might not know the full story, but he has no right to say, “The good of the people is more important than your personal interests, Stark. No matter what it is can wait, we have a job to do.”

If it weren’t for Rhodey, they probably would have spent more time getting “America’s righteous man” to a med bay than on the mission.

Nonetheless, they both make it back to the tower in time for cake on the floor. Tony decides he’ll have to redecorate Peter’s room tomorrow.

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When Peter turn’s thirteen, his room is moved to the Avenger’s Compound where Tony is now residing. This time, only him and Pepper are decorating the boy’s room. Rhodey was pulled away for a mission in the Air Force.

The walls are now colored a forest green, accented by yellow and brown markings. Tony wonders if Peter would like it like this or prefer to switch the places of the desk and the bed. That’s ok, he’ll tell Tony when he gets home. He knows Peter is coming home this year.

Pepper and Tony eat the cake in silence, the only noise is R-2’s steady breathing.

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During the next birthday, Tony spends it alone. He’s forced to buy a store-bought cake after he almost makes the oven explode. He makes sure to buy the best one he can find, a three-tiered vanilla cake decorated with chocolate swirls.

In the end, it’s not the same. He wonders if Peter savor the taste, leaving a comically large piece of cake on the windowsill.

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The week before Peter’s fifteenth birthday, they’re forced to put R-2 to sleep when she is unexpectedly diagnosed with cancer. When the day does come, Tony’s alone again in Peter’s room. It’s unchanged, and the cake is starting to make him sick.

Now, there’s no dog resting on his leg, no best friend across from him and sharing the cake, or hope. Tony realizes one thing, Peter’s never coming home. He wonders if his boy is still alive, if his son is in another country.

Maybe someone else rescued him, maybe he doesn’t remember Tony at all, maybe he’s living with an entirely different family.

Tony wishes for one thing as he blows out the birthday candles:

“Please, be happy.”

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You made it this far, come check me out on ao3 @justpeterparkerthings !

#peter parker #spider man #spiderman #spider-man #spidey #tony stark #iron man #harley keener #angst #avengers

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jbbuckybarnes · 5 years ago

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Zerfall - 1/14

Pairing: Bucky x named!Reader (Agent Andromeda) Summary: After Hydra drops virus bombs in 7 major American cities in the height of summer, the team is locked in their emergency bunker for weeks. The virus commonly called the Summer Poison successfully brought the infrastructure to a halt in all big cities. When the virus slowly starts burning itself out SHIELD Agents and Avengers are sent out to bring back order into the cities and the international relationships. Not without hurdles. Warnings for this chapter: Pandemic, mainy people in a small space, fear

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The alarm sirens were blaring in the entire compound, a computer voice repeating the words, “Emergency Level Red, Code Black.” Level Red meant to get into a safe space fast, Code Black meant, “You should probably call your mum and tell her you love her a lot.” The entire team including you and your colleague Agent Magnolia instantly went into action, all silently hoping it was a test. “Friday? What the hell is going on?” Tony yelled out. “Sir, if there was a code double black, I would call it. Get in the bunker!” She urged him through the overwhelming amount of sounds the building was suddenly able to create. The blood drained out of multiple faces, not yours, you were trained for any kind of emergency situation. Not only an Agent of S.H.I.E.L.D but also a SAID Agent. Trained for any thinkable Code Black. Agent Andromeda. The door to the bunker was open and after Friday confirmed that everyone had gone through the door Steve closed down the door manually in a blink of an eye. You all looked around, panting from running down the stairs and searching for the bunker entry that opened up. The place was small but big enough to live in for a while if that needed to be done. The room you’d entered was full of tech equipment and two walls full of canned foods and tap with a big filter construction connected to it. Stark never struck you as a survival kinda guy, at least not in this specific sense, but you weren’t complaining about clean water. There was an open door leading to a room full of bunk beds.

“So what the fuck happened, Friday?” Tony asked irritated by the adrenaline coursing through his veins. “There has been a series of explosions over heavily populated areas a few hours back, only detected by little equipment monitoring the air. Bioweapons. Hydra says they are responsible and that there is a highly contagious and deadly virus that was spread with these explosions.” Friday said it short and straight forward. “Then why aren’t we doing something against it?” Steve looked up at the speaker system with a frown on his face, ready to go back out again. “Mr. Rogers, until we know if that virus is deadly nobody will leave this bunker. I’m programmed to keep as much of this team alive in situations like this. Singapore DORSCON level red. World Health Organisation phase 6, approaching 7. That means it is a pandemic. If I let you out you could die in less than a week if this is as deadly as Hydra says.” The AI urged him. “Please update us.” Tony exhaled stressed leaning on the chair behind him, before sitting down. “Will do, sir,” Friday assured him.

Everyone started adventuring the Bunker. The last big exercise was a while ago and the team had grown since then. Clint found the room with 4 power generators first. “I hope we don’t need this. We are still powered by your reactor model, right?” Clint peaked out at Tony and got a nod back. The billionaire was properly done with what was happening. The only thing keeping him from exploding was Pepper going through his hair. Sam was the one finding all the gaming equipment and making an excited little dance in the middle of a possible apocalypse. “You’re the worst, Wilson.” Natasha rolled her eyes. “Come on, if we live in a time of bioweapons I want to at least have some distraction. Can’t fight a virus with military training.” He grinned. Agent Magnolia was the one finding the arsenal of weapons hidden in a giant box below the bunk that was behind the door. She showed you the knife ensemble that was included and grinned at you. “Visible forces definitely won’t kill us down here.” You grinned back.

“How many are we?” Clint called out to the others. Pepper looked up concerned, “Twelve, why?” “There are only 10 beds.” came back and some of the team members interchanged worried glances for a second. “We have married couple and work couples here. I think that won’t be the problem.” you smiled and looked around you at Pepper, Tony, Steve, and Nat. “So Pepper & Tony share a bed. Who else?” Sam asked, suddenly very tense again. “Nat?” Steve looked down at his favorite team member. “Yeah, I don’t mind. You’re warm.” she smiled back up at him. “That will be the least of the problems with 12 people in an enclosed space.” Dr. Helen Cho finally came to word after she had calmed down from her personal existential crisis about viruses. Wanda pointed at the walls and the sink, “For how long would the food and water here last?” “Depends if we only eat twice a day. Could hold up for 90 days. Water won’t be a problem with my filter system.” Tony explained. There was another concerned glare between everyone, hoping that 90 days would be enough for the virus to decently die down if it was as bad as expected. “There is confirmation of the virus to be deadly by 70-85% from a Silicon Valley lab.” Friday’s voice broke through after a little more than an hour. “Analyze how deadly, how long people need to die, which symptoms, how long the recovery period is for people living,” Bruce called out, sitting on one of the computers that he didn’t leave since they had entered the bunker. “And the international political climate,” Tony added. “And when it’s safe enough for me to start working on a vaccine with the help of people outside.” Helen also added her factors. “Will do.” The AI voice answered and the room went silent for a second.

“Which cities are targeted?” Agent Magnolia finally asked the important question “NYC, D.C., Atlanta, Miami, LA, Chicago, Denver.” Friday listed. “Atlanta has the most used airport in the world. Great. A perfect recipe for a pandemic. How long did it operate after explosion.” You shared, rubbing your temples and having your brain start to overwhelm just like the scientists’. “4 hours, Agent.” Came back. “We’re in here for a good few weeks.” You deadpanned, putting all the factors together in your head. This wasn’t going to be a quick in and out thing. You’d be in this small space for at least 1-2 months if not longer. Everyone went back to the bunk they had chosen and tried to relax. You were trying to write down possible outcomes and strategies based on that in a notebook you found. There were so many factors to viruses and how people are infected and from which strain the virus is made. You bet on smallpox, a hard thing to get with only two original samples existing in the entire world. One in the US, one in Russia. You bet on Russia since Hydra said they were responsible. They were trying to bring chaos to the world for the bad people to team up in a post-apocalyptic world so that they could take over control. You had learned how this worked over and over again. Not only as an Agent but also from books, movies and games. It was so obvious but that made it easier for you to go about possibilities to create a strategy.

“The entire US and most of the western world is currently on lockdown & people are being quarantined.” Friday updated the bunker again and an exhale went through the bedroom. “Martial law already in place?” Steve looked up from a book he had found. “Not yet, but we’re close.” “Chill, Rogers. You can’t do much more than you’re already doing.” Sam said hanging from the bed in front of him. “I know, it’s just. I hate this, all of it. I didn’t fight in World War II for this to happen at the hands of Hydra.” he frowned and got an understanding nod back. “Can’t we go out there without getting sick?” Bucky spoke up still wearing his pajama jumper from sleeping in that morning. “Well, depending on how deadly this is, no. If the whole thing is a little more clear I might send you out to get samples for me to work on it.” Helen yelled from the other room. “Would love to help with that.” he smiled. He’d do anything to help humanity. The had already ruined his life and he ruined other lives under their influence. That’s the least he could do. “It’s getting late, get yourself ready for bed.” Pepper came in with a motherly smile. “We need a monitor that’s just showing day and night scenes, this is gonna mess us up,” Magnolia muttered before opening one of the closets. The standard-issue clothing in the closets were mainly Large and a few double XL. There was a washer but the drying system needed to have the ventilator system work better again and that wouldn’t be happening until the virus was going slower. Two to three weeks in the same 4 clothing sets seemed okay. Anything longer would be horrible for everyone involved.

“Atlanta spreads to Beijing, Dubai, Tokyo, Shanghai, Hong Kong, Paris, Dallas, Seoul, Amsterdam, Frankfurt, Singapore,” you mumbled laying in your bed, looking at the metal above you. “Hey, relax. We can’t do more than help the people working on it to do the right things.” Bucky looked over from the bed across. “I know. I know. That’s just, so many people dying.” You looked over. An understanding nod came back at you. In your head, you went with a 75% death rate and that was bad if you thought about the areas you just mentioned. Big Chinese cities, Central Europe, South East Asia.

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dearreputation · 5 years ago

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hiiiii!!!

so i decided to do a little 16 facts about me before i turn 17 kinda thing!!!! i got inspired by taylors “30 things i’ve learned before turning 30” article so hehehe here’s my little ~twist~ on it!!!! ♡

one. i was born in france!

yes!!! little ~fun fact~ abt me is that i was born in paris france & speak fluent french!!! people find that SO COOL & i just find it normal?!?? it’s so weird hahaha!!! but miss swift taught me how to speak english w/ her music, articles, shows, etc! so thank you t <3

two. i love nyc!

nyc is my second home!!!! i’ve been there 3 times & lucky enough to be going again later this month to celebrate my birthday (dec. 28) & nyd!!! release week was my favorite thing ever & ive been missing the city so much since. i love the lights & how the city never sleeps! i also love hamilton & dear evan hansen and would love to see those two shows one day! taylor if you wanna hang out when i’m there i’m free.... hahahah jk. unless.....

three. hobbies!

i love painting!!! i haven’t been able to in a while because of school but it’s so fun & relaxing! i also LOVE listening to music! i ofc love taylor but i do also LOVE conan gray!!! he is a small artist and he is AMAZING! he loves taylor also & is the cutest little cowboy! i also love watching greys anatomy & criminal minds! those shows are my favorite shows to ever exist!

four. pets!

i have 2 pets! one dog & one cat! my dogs name is jack & hes a cockapoo!!! literally the love of my life <3 my cats name is missy & she’s a rescue! we don’t really know what breed she is but she’s adorable. she loves to snuggle!!!

five. dislikes....

this might surprise you but i’m THAT person that doesn’t like chocolate, pasta, gum, mints, or bananas. it’s weird i know. also, i haven’t touched a banana in over 5 years.

six. i LOVE the cold!

i love when the weather is cold & it’s snowing! living in florida, i never get to experience that so ya... i’m that person pt. 2. i just love wearing comfy clothes & seeing the snow fall!!! i hâte the heat. pretty ironic.

seven. sports!

i’m a HUGE football fan! my favorite team is the new england patriots (my dads from boston 😎)!!! i also used to do gymnastics! i’m not really good anymore though...

eight. color!

i love how the title of this is just “color.” anyways, it’s white. i don’t care if you say it’s a shade. if white is a shade then pink is too.

nine. favorite movie!

i recently have watched the martian (you know, the one where taylor said she cried in her 73 question interview? ya that) in chem and AHHHH so good!!!!! so right now, that movie :).

ten. christmassssss!!!

i LOVE christmas & all the decorations!!!! the vibes & the baking and EVERYTHING IS SO FUN!!! my favorite christmas song is christmas tree farm. thank you taylor i’m hooked on it. funny thing is i’ve never had a gingerbread cookie or decorated a gingerbread house....

eleven. height!!

i’m 4’10 believe it or not...... yes i know i’m little tiny.

twelve. foooooood!!!!!

i love FOOD (who doesn’t??) i love cooking & baking also hehehe!!! i don’t really have a favorite food but i do love myself a really good burger & fries or pizza ORRR a caesar salad!!!

thirteen. taylor!

i discovered taylor when i had just moved to the states in 2009 & ever since have been by her! from begging my mom to go to the fearless tour to going to the speak now tour in fort lauderdale to watching the red livestream thinking i could videocall taylor to crying in my room for hours because i couldn’t attend both red and 1989 tours to attending both rep tour miami & nola to flying to nyc to watch her perform at gma to looking forward to lover fest east nights 1&2 (that was a LOT of “to’s”), she & her music has always been there for me and i cant say thank you enough. from interacting with us online to meeting us, i don’t know anyone more generous and inspiring as her. she’s brought me my best friends. love u t!!!

fourteen. acting!

sometimes i like to act out scenarios in my head like if i was in a movie... i actually would love to star in a movie or tv show but idk if i’m a good actress. still a dream :))

fifteen. love life! (eeekkkk!!)

i’ve never been in a relationship or have had my first kiss so!!! still looking for maybe that special someone?!? just the idea of cute date nights & little random presents is so so cute (i’ve heard they are a LOT of work though.....) maybe one day i’ll find my romeo 💌

sixteen. themes!?

i didn’t really know what to title this ?!?!? but..... i love crime shows & and puzzles & doing all the detective work thingys! reading crime novels or old cases is SO FUN! i find that the most interesting thing in the world and could get lost in the world of criminology. i’m all into forensics and AHHHH ya i’m a nerd shhhhhhh....

bonus: seventeen. what i’m looking forward to @ 17.....

new decade & last year before being an adult. crazy how time flies. i really want to start focusing on myself more. i’ve always put others before me and although that is a sweet thing to do (so i’ve heard), it’s also important to find myself in a comfortable position prior to helping others. finding myself first is the key element. i also want to be a lot kinder to my body, myself, and others.

16 years of craziness & memories. so excited to create new ones in this new decade and age.

love,

elena 💌👼🏻☁️

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permanentcrossfics · 4 years ago

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Sneak Peek: Twelve Hours in Miami // h.s. - Part 2

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“Did you really just ask the front desk for a condom?” you asked.

“Intimacy kit,” he corrected you, still pink. He pinched the bridge of his nose and took a deep breath. “Comes with all sorts of things.”

“Ordered a few of them before?”

He looked at you, then, and stammered. “I just thought-- we don’t have to-- but I thought if we--”

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benhardyisdaddy · 6 years ago

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Just Between Us - Part 2

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(hello i hope u all like this part sksks it feels like a slow burn, but i swear the next chapter wont be bad and the angst will be good so enjoy cuz im gettin there lolol <3)

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Almost a twelve hour flight. An almost twelve hour flight with four men who couldn’t sit still for two seconds. When the pilot gave the OK for everyone to unbuckle and roam around freely, it was chaos. Freddie was singing loudly as he paced back and forth, drink in hand. John sat crisscrossed on a small table, writing lyrics down on a notepad and humming loudly. Brian was playing his guitar and practicing what Freddie was singing, all while Roger stood up and drummed on the back of a seat with his drumsticks at full power. You were sleep deprived and so badly wanted to shut your eyes and sleep through the plane ride, but they were making it impossible.

After the eight hour mark, you told yourself you needed to stand up and stretch. Your legs were sore and your butt was numb. You slowly stand from your seat and raise your arms above your head and stretch. Your shirt rises up and exposes a portion of your belly. Roger glances over and pauses as he stares. You lower them to your sides and turn around, your eyes locking with his. You look away quickly and begin walking towards Freddie. He spots you and smiles widely.

“Look who finally decided to join us!” he says, handing you a drink.

You bring it up to your nose and sniff. Vodka. You shake your head as you bring it to your lips and take a sip. Your face scrunches up at the strong drink as you swallow. Roger half laughs at your expression.

“Only have three hours left.” says Brian, pausing his guitar playing.

“Thank god.” you say, taking another sip.

Your shoulders throb from how long you were sat in your seat for. You wince as you roll your head and bring your hand up to your shoulder and squeeze.

“Sore?” asks Rog, watching you.

You look to him and sadly smile as you place your drink down. He walks up behind you and steps close.

“May I?” he asks, holding his hands over your shoulders.

You’re shocked by his offer as you turn to look at him.

“Oh! Um,” you move your hair out of the way and turn back around. “Sure. Thank you.”

He smiles as his hands gently work on your shoulders. It feels amazing. Your head dips forward as you groan at his touch. He massages you slowly and works out every kink you have. You roll your head to the side and moan loudly. The rest of the boys all look at each other and shake their heads, knowing what Roger was doing.

“Oh my god.” you moan out, ignoring everything else around you.

Roger smirks as he steps even closer to you and digs a little more deeper. Your mouth falls open as he hits a sore spot and rubs. You squeeze your eyes closed, moan loudly and suddenly Roger freezes. He rubs once more then removes his hands. You frown as you roll your head once more, not wanting him to stop. You turn around and smile up to him, but he looks weird. His face is a bit serious as his hands are clasped together in the front of himself.

“Thank you for that.” you say.

He awkwardly smiles to you.

“You’re welcome. I’ll, uh, I’ll be right back.”

He turns around and quickly makes his way to planes bathroom. The door shuts behind him and you look at the boys for an explanation. They know exactly why he rushed to the bathroom, but they would never tell you. Your moans had did something to him and he needed to ‘take care of it’ as they would say. Freddie then walks up to you and attempts to change the subject.

“How about you lean your seat back and try to get some sleep before we get there, okay?” he says sweetly, watching tiredness fill your face.

You sleepily smile and yawn as you make your way back to your seat and lean it back all the way. You lay back and onto your side, facing the window. You stare out as your eyes slowly close. You feel a blanket draped over you and you smile to yourself as you doze off to sleep.

***

“Y/n.”

You stir around and open your eyes as your name is being whispered. You rub your face and groan.

“Y/n.”

You turn around quickly as Roger’s hand is on your arm. He smiles to you and you groggily smile back.

“Hey, we’re about to land. They wanted us to put our seat belts on.”

You hurriedly sit up and look around. You were still half asleep, confused and foggy. Roger smiles to himself as he watches you blink awake.

“Here, I’ll help.” he says as he reaches over and grabs your seat buckle.

You freeze as he wraps them around your waist and clasps them. He was so close to you, you could feel his breath on your face. He buckles you in and as he leans away, his hand slides over your upper thigh. You look over to him with butterflies in your stomach and he smiles to you before looking forward. You feel the plane begin to lower and prepare for landing. You close your eyes and grip your seat hard. Your nerves were all over the place. You get scared when your plane lands and you were trying to keep yourself calm.

“Hey,” says Roger.

You look over to him and gulp.

“You alright?” he asks worried.

You nod and look forward once more, closing your eyes.

“Yeah, just hate the landing part.”

It’s quiet for a moment until he speaks again.

“Here,” he says.

You look back over to him and his hand is reaching out for yours. You stare at it for a second before realizing what he was trying to do. You look back to him and nervously smile before you grab it. He squeezes it lightly as you grip it for dear life. You close your eyes once more, but holding his hand is comforting and helps. You start to relax as the plane begins to land.

“It’s almost over.” he whispers to you calmly. “Almost there.”

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The landing went smoothly and the pilot gave you all the OK for unbuckling and exiting. You realize you’re still holding Roger’s hand as you stand up, so you hurriedly pull it away and attempt to ignore the awkwardness. Freddie walks up to you and offers you his hand this time, which you happily oblige and take. You were not expecting the amount of paparazzi and fans waiting for the boys at the airport. When your jet landed you could already hear the screams and shouts coming from all over. The boys all looked at each other with stars in their eyes as you all walk off the jet and look around. It’s pitch black out and your eyes have to adjust. You look to Fred confused and yawn.

“What time is it here?” you ask.

All of you make your way to the airports doors as you’re greeted by a bunch of men in all black.

“Almost two in the morning.” says Fred.

You look to him fast, your eyes widen.

“Almost two am and people are waiting for you?” you ask shocked.

Fred laughs as Roger walks up beside you and leans in.

“Can you blame them?” he asks as he winks and walks ahead of you all.

You can’t help but smirk as you all greet the men waiting for you. They turn out to be hired bodyguards for the band. They make a barrier between you all and the crazed fans waiting. When you all enter the building, the screams get even louder. Girls were waving their arms and signs everywhere. Some were screaming and some were crying. You’ve never seen anything like it before. Fred makes sure to hold you close, but when the two of you somehow get broken up, panic starts setting in. Fred gets whisked away as you shout out for him. Suddenly, he’s nowhere to be seen as you’re lost in a crowd of people. You look around frantically and begin to breathe hard and fast. Your head feels like it’s spinning until a hand is placed on your shoulder. You turn around fast and Roger is stood there with a worried look on his face. Men stand next to him, blocking away any contact from everyone around him.

“Are you okay?” shouts Rog over all the yelling.

You nod fast and attempt to slow your breathing down. Roger wraps an arm around your shoulder and holds you close to him. Cameras all around you go off in rapid flashing of lights. You try to shield your face from them as you all hurry out of the building. It feels like forever until you spot your limo out front. Everyone follows you as you’re ushered into the vehicle. Roger waits for you to slide in and then scoots next to you. The door slams shut and muffles the yells from outside. The boys all look at you worried as you gasp for air. You’ve never been that scared before. You felt like you were drowning in a sea of people and still being sleep deprived didn’t help. Roger runs his hand over your leg and leans in close.

“Y/n, my love, are you alright?” asks Fred as he leans forward to grab your hand.

Your nerves were shot by what had just happened. You didn’t want anyone to touch you as you flinch and move away from both of them. They both frown, but realize that had been too much for you. The car ride to your hotel was eerily quiet. None of the boys were expecting a warm welcome like that. When you all arrive to the hotel, you all slide out of the limo and make your way inside. People stared as you all walk by, but you ignore them. They weren’t looking at you anyways. Miami was watching you as he checks you all into your rooms. He walks over to where you all are standing and hands out key cards.

“And this one’s yours. I put you directly across from Fred.” he says softly, smiling.

You sweetly smile back and thank him. Your luggage had already been delivered to your room they told you and you couldn’t be more happy. You all pile into the elevator and make your way up. You’re the first to get off as you search for your room. You finally find it and get it open. Before you can step inside, Roger and Fred walk up.

“Y/n,” says Fred, making you turn around. “We were gonna order some room service. You wanna join?” he asks.

You smile to them, but shake your head no.

“I’m tired.” is all you say.

You were beginning to feel homesick and almost already regret coming with. Roger watches you closely and sadly smiles as you walk into your room and shut the door before anyone could say anything more. You lean against it and close your eyes as you take in a deep breath. You look around your large room and decide to change into some pajamas, curl up on the giant, soft bed and watch some TV. You suddenly weren’t as exhausted as you once were. You glance over at the clock on the nightstand by the bed and read 3:16 am. You exhale and roll over, trying to close your eyes to sleep. You really didn’t want to be by yourself right now, but you were sure that everyone else would be asleep in their own comfy beds. You toss and turn for several more minutes, having to stop yourself from running over to Fred’s room. You sit up in bed and debate over it when all of a sudden there’s a light knock at your door. You turn to stare at it and freeze. Who the hell could that be? You slip from your bed and tiptoe to the door. You slowly open it up and peek out.

“I hope you weren’t sleeping.”

You smile and open it even wider.

“Rog, what’re you doing?” you ask.

He smiles sleepily and holds up a bottle of wine and two glasses. You chuckle as he walks inside and places them on the tiny round table next to the TV stand.

“Couldn’t sleep either?” you ask.

He nods and pops open the bottle in one motion. He fills the glasses and hands one to you. You thank him and sip. You walk over to your bed and sit on it.

“I was also worried about you.” he says, gulping down his drink and pouring more.

You watch him and decide to do the same. He walks over and pours some more for you. He places the bottle down and decides to join you on the bed.

“I’m fine.” you state.

He nods and continues drinking.

“You didn’t look fine. Looked sorta terrified, which was normal. That was a lot to take in, even for us. And we’re use to the crowds usually.”

You smile and finish off your second glass. You reach over and pour yourself another.

“Well,” you start. “This will certainly help.”

You hold up your glass and make Roger laugh. He nods and holds his up as the two of you cheers.

***

You were happy for expensive hotels. Their mini fridges were filled not only with tiny bottles of liquor, but also full sized bottles of wine. And a few of them, that you and Roger finish off, might I add. The two of you were drunk and now laying on your bed, giggling like crazy.

“You’ve known Fred that long and you’re telling we’re just meeting now?” he asks.

You nod your head and laugh loudly. The time was now 4:55 am.

“He probably was scared you all would like me more.” you say as you both burst out laughing.

Roger looks over to you as you wipe away some tears. You stare at the ceiling, giggling as he speaks.

“I do like you.”

You look over to him and smile, your eyes now feeling heavy. You sit up and Roger follows. You giggle some more and look to him.

“Thanks. I like you too.” you say.

The two of you stare at each other for a moment before Roger slowly leans in and hovers his lips over yours. You almost gasp as you can feel his warm, sweet breath on your face. You look down at his lips then to his eyes. He’s watching you closely. You so badly want to lean in and fill the gap, but you don’t. You slightly turn your head, making Roger almost frown.

“We’re drunk.” you whisper. “And sleep deprived. We should probably go to bed.”

Roger’s head falls a bit as he nods and looks back up to you. You smile at him and he returns one. He stands up from the bed and you follow. He walks to your door and opens it up, stepping into the hallway. He turns around and faces you once more.

“I do like you.” he says. “Drunk or not.”

He walks away, leaving you stood there as you watch him walk to his room down the hall and disappear inside.

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( camila morrone, cisfemale ) hey ! have you seen NADIA PEREZ around ? they work as a ICE SKATING INSTRUCTOR at big bear resort, but they must be off their shift by now. well, if you do see them can you let me know ? they’re 21 years old & they’ve been working here for 11 MONTHS. they tend to be +AMOROUS & +CONVIVIAL, but can also be -LICENTIOUS & -WARY. the other employees have labeled them THE ROMANTIC. thanks a lot ! gold hoops , floral mini dresses , pink lipgloss , overly dramatic eyeshadow , freckles specked across your nose , mascara running down your cheeks , tequila shots chased with salt and lime , lana del rey blasting in your headphones , mirror selfies , golden hour , glitter and rhinestones , blue raspberry dum dums , piled up books you keep forgetting to read.

hey y’all !! i’m so excited for this wow. i’m sam, i’m 22, and i live in pst !! i’m a sucker for cooking shows and dogs and candles. but more importantly...this is my freaking baby nadia, an absolute idiot with a heart of gold ! i already know this intro is going to be too long but bare with me i will include a tldr at the bottom i promise. also hmu on discord to plot ! capricornmom#1278

here is nadia’s pinterest & here is her playlist

aesthetics : gold hoops , floral mini dresses , pink lipgloss , overly dramatic eyeshadow , freckles specked across your nose , mascara running down your cheeks , tequila shots chased with salt and lime , lana del rey blasting in your headphones , mirror selfies , golden hour , glitter and rhinestones , blue raspberry dum dums , piled up books you keep forgetting to read

character parallels : jackie burkhart ( that 70′s show ) rachel green ( friends ) , cassie howard ( euphoria ) , brooke davis ( one tree hill ) , bianca stratford ( 10 things i hate about you ) , april ( palo alto ) , erica vandross ( flower ) , gigi & triple a ( booksmart ) , snooki ( jersey shore ) , jessica day ( new girl )

full name : nadia paloma perez

birthday : july 23, 1998

zodiac : cancer sun , pisces moon , pisces rising . god help this emotional ass girl

nationality : american

religion : roman catholic

sexual & romantic orientation : bisexual , biromantic

hometown : aventura , florida ( 20 minutes outside of miami )

languages spoken : english ( fluent ) , spanish ( fluent ) , french ( still learning , takes it in school , somewhat conversational )

likes : candy ( sour punch straws , lollipops ) , watching soccer games ( messi stan till she dies ) , rex orange county , writing , magazines , making empanadas with her abuela , romantic comedies ( her fav is how to lose a guy in 10 days ) , tequila sodas , sex , lana del rey , chipotle burritos , iced chai lattes with almond milk from starbucks , gossip girl , craft beer , margaret atwood

dislikes : quinoa , nuts in things like salad or cookies , star wars , watching golf , oatmeal , church , screamo music , california ( a grudge ) , spoiled rich kids , condescending business majors , quentin tarantino ( and his avid fans )

BACKGROUND

Born and raised in South Florida, a little aways from Miami ! Her mother, Paloma, was an Adventura native while her father, Santiago, was an immigrant from Argentina. Her parents met in college when Paloma was studying abroad in Argentina. They fell in love, rather quickly, and the rest was history. They had planned on moving back to America together, but Santiago’s visa was denied. So, after only four months of knowing each other and 2.5 months of dating, they got married.

Turns out sometimes you should know your partner better before getting married !! shocker right. It wasn’t so bad at first, though. They were young and in love and their honeymoon phase seemed to last forever, until it didn’t.

By the time Nadia was born, they’d already begun to realize each other’s faults and flaws. Santiago was a good looking guy, and with his thick Argentine accent, he tended to come off as overly friendly and at times overtly flirty. Paloma was jealous and needy. It never seemed to mesh well when she thought her husband was flirting with every other mom in the neighborhood.

So, for the majority of Nadia’s childhood, all she remembered from her parent’s marriage was them fighting. She had a close relationship with the both of them, though, and she was particularly close with her father. He was her biggest supporter !! Always hyping her up. He was the one signing her up for sports like soccer (they’re a huge soccer family, the only time her parents weren’t fighting was during Argentina games), gymnastics, dance, and ice skating. Her favorite was soccer, and her for most of her adolescent years, her dad coached her team. They formed a really close bond because of it.

The marriage was sort of non exinsistant at this point, but in some sort of last attempt to salvage any love they might have had for each other, Santiago and Paloma had a baby. It was more Paloma’s idea than anything. Santiago, at that point, was only sticking around for Paloma. She was seven when her little sister was born, Caterina, and Nadia absolutely adored her. They may have been seven years a part, but they were the best of friends.

When Nadia was twelve, she woke up with a note on her bed side table. It was from her father, and it read: “Nads, I’m so sorry I couldn’t say goodbye to your face. I wish I was stronger. I am so proud of you and I promise I will be in touch. Te amo. Papa” He hadn’t left anybody else a note, and not even a word to her mother. As close as she was to her mother and sister, she couldn’t help but blame them for her father leaving. Still, she was pretty certain she’d hear from him soon. That he’d come back once he cleared his head. Only, he didn’t.

Word spread pretty fast around school about what had happened. Suddenly, Nadia was a charity case. PTA moms were coming up to her and offering to bring her lunch or dinner, if she needed it. She was the girl who’s dad left them high and dry. It didn’t help that on top of that, her body was going through changes much more rapidly than any of her friends. She already had gotten her period, and by the time she was in seventh grade she was wearing a D cup bra. So in addition to the sudden spotlight as the girl without a dad, boys started treating her differently. Boys that had never talked to her previously suddenly wanted to be her friend. In eighth grade, Hayden Walker rolled up a small piece of paper and shot it like a basketball into her cleavage. He high-fived his friends after and thanked her for the backboard.

So middle school was rough. And while Nadia had had one or two boyfriends during that time, she’d never gone past kissing them. That’s not how the rumors went, though. That was the part that hurt the most. The things people said, especially the things girls said about her. Girls she thought were her friends.

At the end of eighth grade, during the summer before high school, she got a text from her dad. The first one in 2 years! She’d idolized him her whole life, so obviously she was ready to forgive him as soon as she heard from him. He told her he was living in California and Nadia was like, I’m sold! Let’s go! Only her mother was like...are you fucking insane you are not going to California to visit that man. Long story short, she found a cheap cross country bus ticket and essentially ran away from home to see her dad! He was shocked she had come at all, despite his text message leading her to believe he wanted to see her. Apparently it was more of a courtesy text, a text so he could let go of the guilt of leaving an entire family behind. Because in the two years he’d been gone, he managed to start a new one. He had a new wife, and two newborn twins.

Nadia was pretty furious, but she stayed the summer anyways. She had full intentions of starting high school in California and not going home to Florida. Things were tense at her father’s, though. Her “step mother” obviously didn’t like having her around, and though her bond with her father was slowly rekindling, there was still a sort of distance between them. But they were trying to make it work, at the very least.

Then came the end of the summer. Nadia had made a few friends around the neighborhood, and was invited to an end of summer kickback with a bunch of high schoolers. Naturally, she lied about her age at the party. She was 14, but told everyone she was 16, and everyone seemed to overlook her baby face thanks to her ass and tits. At the end of the night, a boy drove her home, and the two ended up hooking up in the car. Apparently she had misjudged how much her father actually cared, because he’d waited up for her to come home, and after seeing car headlights out front, he’d stormed outside to find her in the car with a high school boy, half naked. After allowing her to gather her bearings, he essentially humiliated her right there on the front lawn, screaming about how irresponsible she was amongst other things. The majority of the conversation has since been blacked out from her mind, but she’ll never forget the look on her dad’s face when he said, “you’re nothing, you’re just like your mother, and i don’t want you anywhere near my family.” whew !! ya girl was hurt.

So, obviously, she was back on the way to mom’s ! Honestly at that point her mom wasn’t even mad at her for leaving she was just thankful she was back.

GODDD okay this is getting long so I need to wrap this up. I haven’t even gotten to personality KJSHG Okay let’s wrap up high school in one bullet point. Basically she sub consciously searched for every man’s approval because she lacked the approval she needed from her father! This meant lots of boyfriends and never saying no. In her four years of high school, she was maybe single for a total of like ... seven months. not seven consecutive months lmao, 7 months in between relationships.

one of those boys was connor perch, her first official boyfriend freshman year ! they were really sweet n young and nadia really thought she was in love. but then she gave him a blowjob and this mf recorded it ! and nadia found out after the fact, asked him to delete it, he said it was just for himself to look at, only to find out he’d sent it to his friends a few days later. so that basically set the precedent for how she’d be treated the next four years of high school ! she tried to act like it didn’t bother her but dang. high schoolers can be very mean !

oh my god i seriously have to wrap up okay this will be quick. basically when she was a senior in high school she went on a ski trip to big bear and met a boy named ethan, who she like fell in love with so fast like literally a week give it a rest girl. he was from Colorado but when she left they kept in touch and basically talked every day for the rest of the school year and throughout the summer. She’d decided to apply to Boulder University to be closer to him because this time it really felt like the real thing ! SURPRISE AGAIN ! She got to school and found out he had a girlfriend. She was really mf heartbroken over that. But did she learn her lesson? No. Does she still fall in love with anyone who looks in her direction? Yes.

Okay and lastly she has been working all sorts of jobs throughout college because her mom is helping her pay for tuition and rent so she’s gotta cover spending money ! She ended up getting a job at Big Bear Resort during her last winter break as an ice skating instructor because she used to do ice skating back in the day. Now she works at Big Bear during her school breaks and on some weekends !

TLDR/Tidbits

Hopeless romantic with major daddy issues

Will overanalyze every interaction she has with anyone because she thinks they might like her

EXTREMELY GULLIBLE

Probably will have a crush if you are even remotely nice to her

Really dumb but means well. Literally no common sense. Complete bimbo

Cries A LOT. Complete crybaby. Happy or sad she’s probably crying

Heart of gold!! She really always means well even when she fucks up so bad I SWEAR her heart was in the right place

Can outdrink anyone. She would drink a 6ft5in, 200 pound man under the table any day

Tequila is her choice of drink, but vodka is for her #sadgirlhours

Obsessed with Rosalía, Lana Del Rey, & Rex Orange County. And also 2010 bangers. Anything she can shake her ass to !

She pretty much used to exclusively wear mini dresses because when she realized everyone was just gonna sexualize her anyway, she was like FUCK IT, i’ll show my ass n titties n legs. Except it’s fucking like negative degrees in Colorado so she can’t do that ! Bummer. (she’ll still probably find ways to wear mini dresses)

Obsessed with makeup!! She loves doing adventurous things with eyeshadows and lipsticks like ok euphoria

Kinda crazy. Major crackhead vibes especially when she’s drunk! She loves going out, she’ll go out on a Tuesday, she just likes to have fun ok and dance on tables and make out with cute people

She’ll have a one night stand but just know for HER she’ll probably get attached. I’m so sorry it won’t last that long but she’ll pine for at least a week

ok that is all i’m so sorry for this shit show of an intro but here is a messy list of wc !

#bigbearintro #literally so pointlessly long but

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S Club 7 - “S Club Party” Now That's What I Call Music! 6 Song released in 1999. Compilation released in 2000. Pop

We love the overly transparent crass commercialism of the 90s and early 2000s, don’t we folks? S Club 7 were the bright-eyed and bushy-tailed septet of British teens and 20-somethings that were concocted in a lab and thrust upon hordes of impressionable tweens across the world. The story of S Club 7 is a rather gross one that consists of young and attractive, moderately talented people being taken advantage of by their manager and his company to churn out gobs of content without just compensation. If you’re an American of a certain age, you probably know a little something about S Club 7. Their ballad, 2000′s “Never Had a Dream Come True,” peaked at #10 and #8 on the Billboard Hot 100 and Billboard Mainstream Top 40, respectively. Two of S Club 7′s other biggest global hits, the Jackson 5-inspired “Bring It All Back” and “S Club Party” never charted in the US, but lots of Americans still seem to be familiar with them.

S Club 7 was the brainchild of Simon Fuller, one of history’s most successful music managers, who had managed the Spice Girls. Fuller was known for manufacturing a bunch of British boy and girl bands throughout his career and, at the time, also managed Annie Lennox of the Eurythmics and athletes, too. After helping the Spice Girls skyrocket into global superstardom as a brand that sold itself on a gimmicky blend of “girl power” and quirky British-ness, Geri Halliwell (Ginger Spice) orchestrated his firing. Citing his unbearably controlling nature and his marketing schemes, the Girls decided to proceed without Fuller.

But the day after his firing, Fuller was back at it. This time, he decided he would start a new band, but rather than it being a boy band or a girl band, it would be a boy-and-girl band, modeled after an idea put forth by another British group, Steps. Steps are a quartet, and while they’ve achieved little to no success in the US, they have enjoyed wild success in Europe, especially in the UK. And they’re still around. After a five year hiatus that followed a twelve year hiatus, Steps released an album in 2017 that reached #2 on the UK charts.

But they weren’t a Fuller group. Fuller seemed to have the connections and gravitas that Steps’ managers didn’t. To start his new group, Fuller held an audition of an astonishing 10,000 people, which eventually was culled down to seven. These seven would then be formed into a group and be dubbed S Club 7. None of the members had known each other prior, but according to all the articles I could find, they hit it off and they all became close friends.

With this crop of kids, Fuller saw dollar (or pound or Euro) signs. S Club 7 were going to be way more than just a pop group; they were going to be a marketable brand. And to achieve that goal, the first thing they were going to do was not get into the recording studio, but instead shoot a fictional TV series to air on CBBC (Children’s BBC) to introduce themselves to British pre-teens. Each character would have their own personality, which would be loosely based on their true selves, and together the group’s adventures would strengthen their bond. And each episode would consist of a choreographed song performance, too. The first season, set in Miami, would depict the seven constantly being exploited by a seedy hotel manager and made to perform housekeeping duties.

Unfortunately, these fictional circumstances were loosely based on their own reality. Over twelve weeks of shooting in Miami, the group worked tirelessly for eighteen hours per day, and after a long day’s work, would have to take care of their own cooking and laundry. Fuller and his company, who were flush with cash, didn’t provide S Club 7 with any of these needed amenities. The S Club 7 TV series would become an immense hit in the UK and ended up being sold to 120 different countries. As a result, each group member pulled in 52,000 Euro; a total pittance compared to the total sum of all the TV contracts the show received.

Seven months after its UK debut, the S Club TV series would make its way stateside on kids’ TV purgatory, Fox Family. Formerly The Family Channel, which was founded by horrible and insane Christian shitbag grifter, Pat Robertson, it would be acquired by NewsCorp. Fox would control the network’s programming, save for some hours in which Robertson’s daily spoonful of Christian conservative nonsense, The 700 Club, would air. Admittedly, for a time, I was an avid viewer of Fox Family (except when 700 Club was on), but I’m pretty sure I was rare. Year after year, Fox Family would try to replenish its lineup with new shows to attract new viewers, but they failed to peel many eyes off of the likes of Nickelodeon, Cartoon Network, and the Disney Channel.

The release of the S Club TV series in the U.S. coincided with the group’s debut album. And maybe it was the fact that they only managed to get on Fox Family that led to them peaking at an unimpressive #112, but back home, they topped charts. The TV series-first formula more than paid off (for Fuller, though. Not so much for S Club 7). “Bring It All Back,” the group’s first single, which was released two months after the TV show’s debut, went to #1 in the UK. Its follow-up, “S Club Party” topped out at #2. And their debut album reached #2 as well.

And along with the TV show and the music came all the merchandise. Dolls, makeup, perfume, clothes, school supplies, a PC game, you name it. If there was an object that a kid could use, Fuller wanted it to bear the S Club name. There were also more seasons of TV and movies, too. And Fuller would reap great profits from all of it, but once again, S Club 7 saw minuscule returns from their name and likenesses being marketed and sold.

Fuller’s cartoonishly-evil-yet-real-life-record-executive persona became more than apparent during a meeting between he, S Club 7, and some of the members’ parents. Asking how they could receive such little compensation as Fuller and his company made millions off of their efforts, Fuller told the members that he could replace them on stage with cardboard cut-outs and it wouldn’t make a difference. Fuller would also be publicly shamed by a radio DJ when it was revealed that while the S Club kids were traveling the world and making him literally millions, he flew them in economy class. Only after his miserliness was made public did he bump them up to business class.

And although Fuller knew the right people to get his band spoonfed to British kids, it didn’t mean S Club’s songs were bad for what they were. They were well-produced bubblegum pop. Five songs on the debut album ended up being produced by a Norwegian duo called Stargate. Total unknowns at the time, Stargate went on to write or produce for some of the pop world’s most successful groups and artists, including Michael Jackson, Mariah Carey, Lionel Richie, Jessica Simpson, Britney Spears, Beyoncé, Rihanna, Selena Gomez, Janet Jackson, Shakira, Jennifer Lopez, Sam Smith, Mary J. Blige, Ne-Yo, Katy Perry, Coldplay, P!nk, Sia, Kylie Minogue, Carly Rae Jepsen, and Charli XCX. Throughout their careers, Stargate have managed to rack up a whopping seventeen Grammy noms, including four wins But before building up that long list of accolades, they began with S Club 7.

The first single Stargate ever produced was “S Club Party”. A piece of sunny and breezy, anthemic kids’ pop, this song is a natural earworm. Underneath mostly loud and shouted vocals, Stargate weave a celebratory, feelgood g-funk whine throughout the choruses as a series of electro-funk synths and string and horn stabs predominate the rest. The first verse, sung solo by member Jo, proceeds from relative sparseness to an addition of hand claps and a simmering choir of backup vocals, before launching into the undeniably catchy chorus. The four female members soothe in unison as the boys contrast with revelrous chants. In the post-chorus, the girls get in on the chanting, too. The second verse, which packs more energy than the one that precedes it because it’s sung in unison, introduces each member of the group with a simple rhyme. Following the bridge, the song undergroes an unexpected key change, which raises the enjoyment, and as the song fades out, Bradley, the group’s lone black member, does some light scatting.

You know, Fuller admitted that since he was fired by the Spice Girls, there were some ideas he had had for them that he wasn’t able to use, and instead used for S Club 7. Maybe musically, he wasn’t quite finished with that g-funk infused pop sound. The Spice Girls’ “Say You’ll Be There” has that summery g-funk pool party vibe much like “S Club Party” does. Just a thought.

Here’s the music video, which shows the group transporting back to a California desert in 1959 to race a bunch of people. A choreographed song and dance seemingly materialize out of thin air, too: It comes from the movie they shot called Back to the ‘50s.

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For the next few years, S Club 7 continued to release high-charting hit after high-charting hit in the UK, but in 2002, band member Paul decided to leave. This ultimately resulted in possibly the worst sentence ever written on Wikipedia:

Talking about his former musical venture three months before he left S Club 7, Paul Cattermole described his school nu metal band — called Skua— as having a "Limp Bizkit vibe" as well as comparing their style to Rage Against the Machine.

Wat.

Following Paul’s departure, S Club 7 shortened their name to S Club and continued to make hits. However, their star was clearly fading, and in 2003, they agreed to a mutual split. In 2008, some of the members got back together and formed S Club 3. In 2014, they expanded by a member and became S Club Party. Eight months after that, all seven members regrouped for a reunion tour to cash in on some nostalgia. Needless to say, Simon Fuller was involved, and hopefully, the contracts weren’t as exploitative this time around. In the meantime, Fuller would continue unabated, amassing management deals with the likes of Carrie Underwood, Amy Winehouse, and Kelly Clarkson. In 2001, he launched Pop Idol, which would be imported to the States as American Idol.

Now you know more than you thought you’d ever know about S Club 7. It’s tragic how Fuller treated them, but the group is responsible for some great turn-of-the-millennium pop hits, despite how manufactured and seemingly preordained their success was. Oh well, we can’t help what we listened to when we were kids and nostalgia has a way of making us love things we definitely wouldn’t as adults. Nothing wrong with coming to terms and embracing that fact.

Stay the fuck inside you freaks.

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2019: A Timeline of Fascist And Extreme Right Violence

(CONTENT WARNING FOR EXTREME RACIST LANGUAGE, VIOLENCE) In keeping with our 2017 & 2018 lists of fascist and extreme right violence, we thought it smart to continue this year. The date of each incident noted and other details will yield the original media source(s) with some web searching. We will be updating this on the regular, so check back once in a while. Here’s hoping we have a much smaller and less-lethal list this year! January 2019: LGBTQ+ activists in Russia have reported to media outlets that 40 people have been detained by authorities in Chechnya and at least two have been tortured to death. January 1, 2019: A 50-year-old man intentionally drives his Mercedes into a crowd of asylum seekers in Bottrop, Germany, after trying twice earlier to run over pedestrians. When arrested, the assailant made several anti-foreigner and racist remarks to police. Eight people are injured in his attacks. January 1, 2019: 52-year-old José David Muñoz Vargas is attacked by a group of men in Porvenir, Chile after they discover he is gay. The men forcing him into scalding hot water, causing severe burns. Vargas is hospitalized in critical conditions for days as a result of his injuries. January 1, 2019: A 24-year-old man is attacked by men he is sharing a ride with in a vehicle when they overhear him speaking on the phone to his partner and realize he is gay. He is driven to a rural area near Valparaiso, Chile, where the men burn him with lit cigarettes, stomp on his genitals, and attempt to smash his head in with a large rock. The man passes out and is left for dead, only regaining consciousness the following day.

January 1, 2019: Terrorists detonate a small bomb at the front door of the home of a Moroccan family in Mariglianella, Italy. January 1, 2019: A man approaches two racialized women in Macerata, Italy, calls them “niggers” and throws a lit firecracker at their heads, then seig heils them and walks off. 50-60 people witness the assault but none intervene. January 1, 2019: Arsonists in Hebsack, Germany set fire to the home of a refugee family, who had received death threats in the past. Three family members are treated for smoke inhalation.

January 1, 2019: Arsonists set fire to a refugee shelter in Weimar, Germany while 120 people were sleeping inside. The fire destroys one wing of the building but fortunately no one is injured or killed.

January 1, 2019: At the end of New Year’s Eve two friends walking home in Lyon, France see a group of around 15 people attacking a man lying on the ground. When they rushed to help the man the group turned on them, yelling racist insults and punching and kicking them, after which the attackers ran away. Some of the attackers were recognized by the victims as members of a local far-right group.

January 2, 2019: Arsonists set fire to a trailer housing migrants in Lonato del Garda, Italy. When one of the occupants exits the front door to escape the fire, assailants shoot him with a rifle, seriously injuring him. The man undergoes life-saving surgery.

January 2, 2019: In Torino, Italy, a dozen people attack a man in the building he lives in, beating him while shouting homophobic epithets at him. The man suffers several facial contusions and a nose broken so badly that it requires surgery to repair.

January 3, 2019: A 36-year-old man is racially abused by a stranger in Berlin, Germany, and then punched and kicked by the man, who then flees. The injured man is treated in hospital.

January 5, 2019: A racialized homeless man taking shelter under a Christmas tree in the town center of Caserta, Italy is attacked, leaving him lying in a pool of his own blood when found. He is rushed to hospital with numerous injuries. January 6, 2019: 26-year-old Buckey Wolfe, a member of the Seattle branch of the fascist street gangs Proud Boys and Patriot Prayer, murders his own brother by stabbing him in the head with a 3-foot-long sword. January 6, 2019: Dana Martin, a 31-year-old racialized trans woman, is found shot to death in a ditch in Montgomery, Alabama.

January 6, 2019: Two Eritrean men in Hettstedt, Germany are confronted by a 36-year-old man shouting racist insults at them, who then chased them down the street and punched both of them.

January 7, 2019: 21-year-old Houston resident Albert Gallegos, who has a documented history of randomly assaulting black people, approaches a 92-year-old man waiting for a bus and beats him unconscious. Police charge Gallegos with a hate crime.

January 10, 2019: A black man asks for and receives directions from a resident of Andria, Italy. A third man approaches the two, abuses them with racial taunts and insults, and assaults them. The two men run away separately from the attack, who follows the man that gave directions to his home and kicks through the locked door before police intervene. January 10, 2019: A 47-Brazilian woman attempting to order a pizza is interrupted by a patron of the Mereto di Tomba, Italy pizzeria, who complains loudly that she is not speaking the regional Italian dialect. Shouting “here we are in Friuli and we must speak Friulian by law!” he follows the woman outside and attacks her, breaking her nose and fracturing other facial bones before the woman’s son intervenes.

January 11, 2019: The “National Socialist Offensive” calls in bomb threats across Germany, forcing the closure of court houses throughout the country.

January 12, 2019: A Jewish man walking past a Crown Heights laundromat is confronted by a group of teenagers, who challenge him to a fight, punch him in the face, and knock him to the ground. The man is hospitalized with minor injuries to his face and head. January 12, 2019: A Jewish man at the Nikolassee S-bahn station in Berlin, Germany is insulted by a man there, who then attempts to hit him in the head with a rock. January 13, 2019: During a charity event, Pawel Adamowicz - Gdansk, Poland’s left-leaning mayor and a frequent target of the far-right, is stabbed to death by a 27-year-old ex-con with a history of violence who claimed to be a political opponent. January 13, 2019: Two people on a motor scooter pull up to a Senegalese street vendor in Pisa, Italy, and throw bleach in his face, causing burns to his eyes that put him in the hospital.

January 13, 2019: A Syrian refugee in Stralsund, Germany is injured in an assault by three men, who berate him with Islamophobic and racial slurs as they beat him.

January 14, 2019: 24-year-old Andrew Ramsey is asked to leave a Salem, OR. convenience store after causing a disturbance. He returns minutes later to assault the Sikh store manager by throwing his shoe at him, knocking him to the ground, and attempting to steal his turban. Ramsey tells arresting officers that he took those actions to disrespect the store manager because “he was Hindu and prays to Vishnu the catfish god.“

January 15, 2019: 34-year-old Arthur Martunovich walks into a Brooklyn Chinese restaurant, produces a hammer, and attacks Asian restaurant staff with it while allowing non-Asian staff to pass by unarmed. Three Asian staff members are bludgeoned to death. Martunovich told police he was inspired to commit the triple homicide by "a movie about Chinese men mistreating women.” January 16, 2019: A Jewish man walking down the street is punched in the chest by a passerby in a completely unprovoked assault caught on video.

January 16, 2019: German police raid twelve apartments in eight states belonging to members of the National Socialist Knights of the Ku Klux Klan Deutschland, seizing over 100 weapons.

January 17, 2019: Transgender woman & reality TV star Tia Latham is pursued by two man brandishing metal poles, who attempt to attack her. She manages to get into her house and lock herself in, leaving the pair to smash up her car while yelling homophobic/transphobic slurs at her.

January 18, 2019: A Bangladeshi immigrant riding his bicycle in via Fanneli, Italy is shoved off his bike by two people on a motor scooter, causing him to smash his head on the pavement.

January 19, 2019: Two gay men leaving an Austin, TX gay club are accosted by a man yelling homophobic slurs at them. While distracted, four other men attack the couple, beating both of them unconscious and leaving one seriously injured.

January 19, 2019: While transporting buffalo to market, 24-year-old Naushad Muhammad is pulled over in the village of Bhalaut, India, where local residents pull him from his vehicle, accuse him of “cow smuggling,” tie him to a pole and beat him for two hours. When police eventually arrive, they arrest Muhammad and leave him chained to a bed post in the police station over night without any medical treatment for his injuries.

January 19, 2019: Around 15 members of the Identitäre Bewegung, armed with pepper spray, attack the opening of a left-wing social center, injuring several attendees. Police detain several of the attackers. January 20, 2019: Fascist Golden Dawn members attack journalists covering their rally in Athens, beating them with clubs and stealing their cameras and equipment. Three journalists are injured, one badly enough to require hospitalization.

January 20, 2019: A 14-year-old girl observing a march by extreme right-wing bigots in Roßlau, Germany is attacked by the marchers for “looking left-wing,” sustaining injuries to her ribs and head.

January 20, 2019: Two well-known, armed neo-nazis in Saalfeld, Germany ambush an antifascist, beating him until they are chased off by passerby. The antifascist is seriously injured. Both attackers are arrested and charged with weapons violations.

January 21, 2019: Florida resident Mark Bartlett reacts to a group of young black men staging a “bikes up guns down” protest in Miami by screaming racial epithets at them and then pulling out a pistol and threatening to shoot them. January 22, 2019: Police arrest four men in Greece, New York for a terror plot against the small Muslim community of Islamberg, NY. Investigators seize 23 rifles and shotguns as well as three IEDs. January 23, 2019: 21-year-old Zephen Xaver walks into a bank in Sebring, Florida wearing a bulletproof vest, produces a handgun, and executes five women in the bank for no apparent reason, before surrendering to authorities. Xaver’s facebook page shows that he was a fan and supporter of Alex Jones and Milo Yiannopoulos.

January 23, 2019: Police discover a potentially-lethal pipe bomb decorated with nazi symbols on a school route in Raken, Germany.

January 24, 2019: While waiting to use the changing station in the washroom of an Edmonton, Canada Costco, an Indigenous woman holding her baby is assaulted by a woman leaving the washroom, who rams her elbow into the Indigenous woman’s side and shoving both her and her baby against the stall of the bathroom. As she fled the scene, the attacker made mocking sounds and gestures pertaining to Indigenous people, called her a “dirty Indian,” and called a black woman who attempted to intervene a “nigger” several times. January 25, 2019: The spokesman of the Anti-Fascist United Front (FUA) was ambushed in Braga by three Neonazis, with two attempts to run him over with their car, followed by a pursuit on foot. He escapes uninjured.

January 26, 2019: A group of armed Israeli settlers march on the Palestinian village of Al-Mughayyir, firing tear gas followed by live bullets at the villagers there. Eleven Palestinians are wounded in the attack and one, Hamdy Na’asan, is shot dead as he attemps to pick up a wounded villager from the ground.

January 26, 2019: A 31-year-old woman is approached at a subway station in Berlin by a stranger, who screams xenophobic slurs at her before attacking her with a blunt object. The woman manages to fend off the attack but injures her thumb during the struggle.

January 26, 2019: A mob in Trepuzzi, Italy arrive at the home of 22-year-old Sierra Leone migrant Alhaji Turay. They smash their way through the front door and corner Turay in his home, calling him a “dirty nigger” and telling him to “go home!” When Turay attempts to escape by climbing out of a window, one of the racist attackers smashes a chair across his back. Turay manages to flee but sustaining injuries bad enough to require three weeks to heal. This is the second time in less than a year that Turay has been attacked; in October he and other migrant were attacked by baseball-bat-wielding racists.

January 28, 2019: Right-wing extremist, Islamophobe, and “Yellow Vests Canada” member Tony Green is arrested after pointing a loaded pistol at an off-duty RCMP officer in Campbell River, BC, Canada. Police then spend four days searching Green’s property, recovering explosives, homemade silencers, prohibited high-capacity magazines, and over 100 firearms, including a machine gun, zip guns, and firearms with their serial numbers removed.

January 29, 2019: Three students in Gela, Italy are charged with assaulting a classmate from Senegal, leaving him seriously injured. They are further charged with extortion and stalking due to their continued harassment of the classmate.

January 30, 2019: Three men assault two Hasidic Jewish men in two separate attacks just fifteen minutes apart in Crown Heights, Brooklyn. One of the Hasidic men is hospitalized with his injuries.

January 30, 2019: A 70-year-old Muslim woman selling food from a makeshift stall is attacked by eight members of the Hindu extremist Bajrang Dal gang. They throw hot curry in the woman’s face, scalding her, before setting her food stall on fire.

January 31, 2019: Ossuele Gnegne, a 28-year-old immigrant from Ivory Coast is riding is bicycle to work in Arzano, Italy when a car deliberately runs into him, knocking him to the pavement. Several men, armed with iron bars and bats, exit the vehicle and beat Gnegne as he lays on the ground. Gnegne’s arm is badly broken and he suffers other injuries as well.

January 31, 2019: Camila, a trans woman who had recently been deported from the United States to El Salvador, is admitted to a San Salvador-area hospital with multiple serious injuries stemming from an attack. She dies in hospital three days later. January 31, 2019: Two people beat a refugee in a park in Plattling, Germany, leaving him injured and lying on the ground as they flee.

February 2019: FBI arrest 20-year-old college dropout and Atomwaffen Division member Benjamin Bogard after being tipped off to a number of videos posted by Bogard advocating for white supreamacy, discussing how to obtain bomb-making materials, and talking about his desire to murder racialized people. FBI agents testify in court that they believe Bogard could be the country’s next mass shooter or bomber and reveal that they also uncovered child pornography on Bogard’s cell phone. February 2019: An Italian of Brazilian descent and his girlfriend at accosted by four teeangers in Reggio Calabria, Italy, who shout racist slurs that the couple before assaulting the man and stealing his phone. The couple take refuge in a pharmacy but their four attackers wait outside, shouting racial abuse until police arrive and arrest them.

February 2, 2019: A 27-year-old man and his 54-year-old father confront two Afghan refugees at an S-bahn station in Berlin, insulting and beating them.

February 4, 2019: A 25-year-old man of Indian descent is waiting for a tram in Dresden, Germany when another man pops out of a door, shouts at him and punches him in the face before fleeing.

February 4, 2019: Two Indian men are harassed and racially abused on a bus in Gdansk, Poland. When they leave the bus, one of them is punched in the back of his head.

February 5, 2019: As a 19-year-old Gambian man walks out of his workplace in Syracuse, Italy, a man waving a knife confronts him, calling him a “black bastard,” threatening to kill him and then chasing him. Police intervene before the attacker can make good on his threat. February 6, 2019: An 18-year-old woman on her way to work in Corsenza, Italy witnesses two men beating a migrant in the street. When she attempts to intervene, the two men turn on her and assault her.

February 6, 2019: Two Cuban women on a bus in Brescia, Italy are racially abused by another woman, who then assaults them and tries to steal one of their purses before bystanders intervene. Both Cuban women sustain injuries in the attack.

February 6, 2019: An 18-year-old German in Mühlhausen, Germany racially insults a 19-year-old refugee from Syria and then tries to stab him with a jackknife. The refugee is able to parry the attack and take the knife from the attacker. February 7, 2019: Two Indonesian students in Canberra, Australia are waiting for a bus when two people began harassing them for their dress and headscarves. The two students attempt to ignore the harassers, who escalate to punching the women in the head before running off.

February 7, 2019: A 26-year-old German attacked an asylum-seeker from Iran on the street in Zittau, Germany. First, he is said to have insulted the injured racially. Then he hit him with a bottle on the back of the head, splitting his head open.

February 7, 2019: A woman from Dominica is riding the escalator in a Rome, Italy subway station when two men yell racial slurs at her. When she reacts, they punch her repeatedly in her face. One man is charged while the woman is treated in hospital for her injuries. February 8, 2019: Ndudzu Prosper, a 26-year-old Zimbabwean studying in Annaba, Algeria is confronted by three men who attack him with clubs and knives, stabbing him to death. The assailants denied the police theory that they were attempting to rob Prosper, telling the police they were calling him racist names before they attacked him.

February 8, 2019: A trans woman named Lolita is hacked to death in a machete attack in El Salvador.

February 9, 2019: Assil Belalta, a 21-year-old medical student in Algiers, Algeria, is found stabbed to death in his dorm room. His killers left behind a homophobic message scrawled on the wall of Belaita’s room in his own blood.

February 9, 2019: A man in Berlin approaches two Syrian girls (15 and 16 years old) while they were talking to each other. The stranger racially abuses the girls, then punches both of them several times in the face before fleeing. The two girls suffered facial injuries.

February 10, 2019: Galia Petkova, a gay woman in Sofia, Bulgaria, is walking through the city when a man begins following her, before punching her in the face and warning her not to be seen in public again. Petkova loses two of her teeth in the homophobic attack.

February 10, 2019: Mattia Casciani, defender with the Italian football team Borznese, violently attacks an opposing player and then his own team mate with punches, kicks, and a litany of racist slurs at the end of the match with Real San Prospero.

February 10, 2019: Three men are attacked by a group of five bigots as they exit a gay bar in Bordeaux, France. One of the men suffers serious facial injuries and has to be treated in the hospital.

February 13, 2019: John Crain walks into a Marysville, CA. 7-11 and throws hot coffee in the face of the Sikh store clerk. Upon arrest, Crain tells police he did it because he “hates Muslims.”

February 14, 2019: After enduring weeks of racist abuse by her neighbors, a mixed-race Italian woman is punched and kicked as her neighbor yells racist slurs at her and tells her to “go back to her country.”

February 15, 2019: Two assailants smash out the plate glass window of a Brooklyn synagogue while 15 people were inside.

February 15, 2019: A 49-year-old white supremacist and Coast Guard lieutenant Christopher Paul Hasson is arrested in his Silver Spring, MD. home on guns and drugs charges. Police recover 15 firearms, over 1000 rounds of ammunition, steroids, human growth hormone, and a “hit list” containing the names of prominent Democrat politicians and journalists from CNN and MSNBC. Prosecutors have also obtained emails Hasson wrote to neo-nazi groups and allege that Hasson was using the manifesto of Norwegian white supremacist terrorist Anders Breivik as a model for his own plans.

February 16, 2019: A group of men in downtown Salt Lake City are approached by a man berating them with homophobic slurs. When one of the group begins recording the man on his phone, the man punches him in the head.

February 16, 2019: 33-year-old Dustin Passarelli escalates a Carmel, IN. traffic disagreement with four foreign-born American citizens by shouting xenophobic and Islamophobic slurs at them. When Passarelli draws a pistol, one of the four, 33-year-old Mustafa Ayoubi, begins running. Passarelli shoots Ayoubi in the back several times, killing him.

February 18, 2019: Five drunk Polish men in Stoke-On-Trent, UK were arrested after attacking a Muslim security guard and two others, kicking and punching them while yelling that the Polish would remove Muslims from the country. February 18, 2019: Four young men in Wolow, Poland beat up an Egyptian man who was walking home after work, because of his nationality and skin color, injuring the man’s arm and knee.

February 19, 2019: Maajid Nawaz, who has publicly defended white supremacists, is called a “fucking Paki” while outside London’s Soho Theatre and punched in the face by an unknown assailant, who runs away after the attack.

February 20, 2019: A 47-year old Ivorian woman who has been living in Italy for 30 years is attacked by a group of men and women in the city of Bari, who yell racist insults at her while she is walking home from work in the afternoon on a busy street, then begin punching and kicking her. None of the bystanders come to the victim’s aid. February 20, 2019: Fascist activists of the youth group of CasaPound, Blocco Studentesco, were leafleting at Benedetto Da Norcia high school in Rome, Italy. When a student folded the leaflet to put it in his pocket the fascists thought he was ripping it up and beat him to the ground, also attacking the girl he was with.

February 20, 2019: A 12-year-old Egyptian boy is physically attacked in the streets of Portuense, Rome, Italy.

February 21, 2019: A 29-year-old man screams racial slurs at an 11-year-old Roma boy on a subway in Rome, Italy before stabbing him in the head.

February 23, 2019: At a hockey game in Saint-Jerome, Canada between the Jonquiere Marquis and the St. Jerome Petroliers du Nord, Marquis player Jonathan-Ismael Diaby was targeted by racist opposing fans, who taunted him and his family and forced them to leave the game early. When Diaby, who is black, was sent to the penalty box in the first period, the so-called ‘fans’ began shouting racist insults. They also harassed Diaby’s family, with several people crowding around them, pushing and hitting his father and pouring beer on his girlfriend.

February 23, 2019: 22-year-old Antonio Valdez randomly attacks a 67-year-old Korean man in Santa Rosa, CA. While assaulting and robbing him, Valdez demands that the man tell him his citizenship. Valdez faces hate crime charges.

February 23, 2019: A middle-aged couple follow a Muslim woman into a Kettering, OH. grocery store, screaming ethnic and racial slurs at her. The woman tries to ignore them and while she is reaching for a gallon of milk, the man in the couple shoves her into the display. March 2, 2019: Four gay men are injured in three separate mob beatings that take place during and around Sydney’s LGBTQ+ Mardi Gras parade & events.

March 2, 2019: A 60-year old women and Thai immigrant tending bar in Pordenone, Italy is assaulted by a male customer, yelling things like “Salvini is right” and “Go back to your own country.”

March 2, 2019: A group of eight neo-nazis in Leipzig, Germany harass a 22-year old African man on a tram, and attack him as he leaves, leaving him badly injured.

March 2, 2019: Neo- nazis of the Identitäre Bewegung assault two young women and a man in front of their Halle, Germany headquarters, beating them and attacking them with pepper spray. All three were hospitalized as a result of their injuries.

March 3, 2019: A 65-year-old Jewish woman is returning to her home in Bamberg, Germany when someone comes up from behind her and douses her with acid, seriously burning her.

March 6, 2019: Members of the extreme right Vishwa Hindu Dal group attack two Kashmiri dried fruit sellers, beating them with clubs.

March 7, 2019: Nine fascists in Ferrol, Italy attack three friends who are walking home after recognizing them as leftist activists. A 40-year old ends up in hospital with a fractured skull.

March 8-9, 2019: A 37-year-old woman goes on a spree of pepper spray attacks, exclusively targeting white pedestrians and using racist language in at least two of the attacks. At least eight people are injured in the attacks. NYPD file hate crime charges against the assailant.

March 10, 2019: Four neo-nazis chase a 23-year-old gay man through the streets of Leon, Spain, beating him to the ground when they catch up to him and stabbing him repeatedly in the neck. The man is rushed to hospital with serious injuries.

March 10, 2019: Police raid a militia meeting near Dorfmark, Germany, recovering a machine gun, a submachine gun, other weapons, and nazi artifacts.

March 11, 2019: Over a hundred racist youth in Urk, the Netherlands invade the home of a family of Moroccan background, looking to beat up their son. In the attack they also beat the mother and daughter of the family, all while chanting the name of Dutch far-right politician Geert Wilders. March 13, 2019: A black man got into a tram in Ukkel, Belgium, when another man starts verbally harassing him, calling him a monkey and saying that he wants black people gone. When the victim confronted the man he was threatened, pushed and shoved by the racist, after which the tram driver helped the man to safety. March 13, 2019: A white driver rams his car into Chuck Crockett's car on a North Portland, OR., then jumps out and repeatedly calls Crockett a "nigger" and other racial slurs, threatens to attack him, and then drives away. When Crockett reports the incident to police, several officers refuse to accept his report of a hate crime. March 15, 2019: 28-year-old Australian man and white supremacist Brenton Tarrant, armed with an assault rifle and shotgun decorated with neo-nazi symbols, opens fire on worshippers at two mosques in Christchurch, New Zealand, killing 50 people and injuring 19 others. Tarrant, who live-streamed the mass murder, leaves behind a 74-page manifesto in which he describes the attack as a terrorist act against “mass migration,” designed to “incite violence” against Muslims.

March 15, 2019: Three men drive by an east end London mosque shouting racist & Islamophobic abuse. When some of the worshippers there respond, the men climb out of their car and attack the worshippers with a baton and a hammer. One of the worshippers sustains a head injury in the attack.

March 15, 2019 A peaceful protest outside a meeting of Dutch fascist party FvD in Maastricht, the Netherlands, is attacked by a group of ten people. One protester is injured on his hand and a megaphone is smashed. The attack is quickly repelled, allowing the protest to continue. March 16, 2019: 50-year-old Vincent Fuller dons a mask and walks down the street in Surrey, UK swinging a baseball bat and a large knife, shouting “white supremacy,” “kill all Muslims,” and racial slurs. He then stabs a 19-year-old man in a Tesco parking lot. Fuller is charged with attempted murder and hate crimes.

March 16, 2019: A hijab-wearing Muslim woman standing outside of her mother’s home in Brooklyn when a strange man rushes at her from across the street, attempts to trip her, then kicks her in her right leg before walking away. March 16, 2019: A mob of at least 20 people attack a van in Colombes, France occupied by two Roma, injuring both of them. March 17, 2019: Two days after the terrorist attack in Christchurch, NZ., a fourteen-year-old boy threatens a Victoria, Australia mosque online, claiming he will “be visting (sic) this mosque and kill as many invaders as i can in the time i get. I will then shoot myself in front of police.”

March 17, 2019: A 16-year-old biracial boy is walking home from a Leesburg, FL. convenience store with his 12-year-old sister when they encounter two men who call them “niggers,” demand that they leave the area, and fire a gun at them. James Robert Reidnauer and Brent Van Besien face charges from the incident. Reidnauer was previously arrested in 2016 for the domestic abuse of a disabled adult.

March 17, 2019: The FBI arrests 22-year-old New York resident Thomas Alonzo Bolin for plotting a terrorist attack. Bolin, a Greek immigrant who managed and was active on several white supremacist facebook groups, was plotting online with his cousin to commit a mass shooting of Muslims in Baltimore. Bolin told FBI agents in an interview that he wanted Muslims out of the country because they were “contributing to a corruption of his culture.” Agents seized a mask and shotgun from his rented room.

March 18, 2019: A man walking his dog in Berlin, Germany, insults two women for wearing headscarves. When they respond he punches one of the women, who is pregnant, in the stomach. She had to be treated in the hospital for her injuries.

March 21, 2019: 55-year-old Patrick W. Carlineo, Jr. decides to mark the International Day for the Elimination of Racism by calling the offices of Rep. Ilhan Omar to threaten to “put a bullet in her fucking skull” for being Muslim, Carlineo is arrested for threatening to assault and kill Ilhan.

March 21, 2019: Austin Shuffield becomes involved in a Dallas, TX. parking dispute with L’Daijohnique Lee, a 24-year-old black woman. Shuffield approaches Lee with a pistol in his hand, then calls her a “stupid nigger,” knocks her cell phone out of her hand and into the street, and punches her in the head several times until she is knocked out.

March 22, 2019: Description: Two Muslim women in Ukkel, Belgium, were walking to their children’s school and crossing a crosswalk when a driver of a car refused to give them the right of way. He opened his window to yell that he’s a racist and hates women in headscarves, and then drove into one of the women, who had to be treated in the hospital for injuries to her leg.

March 23, 2019: During an unauthorised march of around a hundred fascists of Forza Nuova in Prato, Italy a group of fascists targeted a young man who was sitting on the fountain’s edge in the gardens and filming their passage with his mobile phone, by violently throwing him to the ground and hitting him with kicks and punches.

March 24, 2019: An arsonist sets fire to a mosque in Escondido, California, while seven people are inside, leaving a note behind referencing the mass murder/white supremacist terror attack at another mosque in Christchurch, New Zealand earlier in the month. A month later it’s revealed that the culprit is 19-year-old John Earnest, after Earnest enters a San Diego synagogue with an AR-15 and shoots four worshippers, killing one.

March 24, 2019: A member of far-right group Soldiers of Odin attempts to assault Finnish Foreign Minister Timo Soini at a farmers market in Vantaa, Finland. The attacker is overpowered by security before he can hit Soini.

March 25, 2019: A mob of at least 50 people, armed with clubs and knives, descend on a Roma encampment in Bobigny, France, setting fire to several vans Roma people were living in. Police arrest 20 of the mob. March 25, 2019: A violent mob chases a group of Roma through the streets of Clichy-sous-Bois, France, only stopping when the Roma take refuge from them in a supermarket.

March 27 - April 4, 2019: In the course of one week, three predominantly black churches in St. Landry Parish, LA. are completely destroyed in fires investigating authorities are calling “suspicious.” Police arrest 21-year-old Holden Matthews, singer in a “black metal” band, self-professed worshipper of the white supremacist Asatru religious cult, and the son of a police deputy.

March 29, 2019: A man wearing a MAGA hat and shouting homophobic abuse approaches a group of people outside of a roller rink hosting an LGBTQ+ event. When one of the event-goers confronts him, the man produces a sword and slashes them, leaving his victim bleeding profusely as he runs away.

March 29, 2019: The offices and archives of the Highlander Research and Education Center in New Market Tennessee burn to the ground overnight in a mysterious fire. A fascist symbol adopted by local members of the white supremacist Traditionalist Workers Party are found on-site.

March 30, 2019: A 25-year old Muslim woman is verbally abused by an elderly woman in Vienna, Austria, when the old woman spots her at a metro station. She spits at the victim and tells her the fascist party “FPÖ will get rid of all of you”. When the Muslim woman confronts her the old woman produces a sharp object and threatens to stab her.

March 30, 2019: Three teenaged boys verbally abuse a transgender teenager in Essex, UK, before one of the boys produces a knife and slashes the transgender teen in the face, causing injuries severe enough to require hospitalization. March 30, 2019: 27-year-old trans woman Ashanti Carmon is shot dead in Prince George’s County, Maryland.

March 31, 2019: Racist & transphobic far-right gang “The Hiwaymen” arrive at the Arkansas state capitol and attack attendees at an event to mark the Trans Day of Visibility, punching and kicking them on the steps of the capitol building, injuring at least one person.

March 31, 2019: During a rally against Algeria’s then-President Abdelaziz Bouteflika in Paris, France, 31-year old transgender woman Julia was insulted with transphobic slurs and attacked with punches and kicks by three men as she made her way through the crowd.

April 1, 2019: Jaswinder Singh, a Sikh cab driver in New York City, is berated by a racist passenger mocking his race and religion who then pulls out a knife and slashes Singh’s throat, nearly killing him.

April 3, 2019: Four members of fascist youth group Blocco Studentesco have been arrested for their attempt to poison a fifth member of the fascist group using Ricin in 2018 in Turin. Italy.

April 4, 2019: A 24-year-old man walking near Brooklyn’s Prospect Park is approached by another man yelling anti-gay slurs at him. The first man is then punched before his assailant runs away.

April 5, 2019: A man in Bourdon, France said he stabbed his neighbor because he “wanted to kill a Jew.” The 58-year-old victim was stabbed 15 times in his abdomen and face. He was injured in the liver and gallbladder and underwent surgery. He was saved by a friend who was with him at the time of the assault, and came between the victim and the attacker.

April 6, 2019: Emmit Davis, a transgender man in Colorado Springs, Co,, is sitting on the porch of his home with his partner when three men passing by jump over their fence and begin verbally abusing them with homophobic and racist slurs, then attack Davis, leaving him with facial injuries.

April 6, 2019: A drunk father and son walking their dog yelled insults and punched a 15-year old Muslim boy in Waddinxveen, Netherlands, who fled into the mosque. The drunk father followed him and angrily pounded on the door. Several men, including the elderly chairman of the mosque came outside trying to calm the man down, who yelled racist slurs at them before punching the elderly chairman in the face. Two more men were injured in the fight that followed.

April 7, 2019: After an event by far-right party AfD in Köln that was completely outnumbered by counter-protesters, a car carrying two people who were present at the AfD event deliberately drives into a group of counter-protesters on their way home at a stoplight, injuring one person who ended up on the hood of the car. The car then drove off. The injured victim had to be treated in hospital.

April 7, 2019: In Lipník nad Bečvou, Czech Republic, a brutal assault was committed against three Romani children by an adult man and woman yelling racist insults. The man is said to have punched the children in the chest and face, and eyewitnesses say he even kicked one child in the chest. A 14-year-old boy has been hospitalized with a bruised back and a concussion, while a girl has been hospitalized with an injured thoracic cavity and another 12-year-old girl has been hospitalized with a bruised spine and dislocated nose. Klára Bartošová, a relative of the assaulted boy, told news server Romea.cz that the man had attacked the children because, several days ago, his 16-year-old daughter had an argument with a Romani child. “Those were absolutely different children, though. He just came up and began beating any Romani child he could get his hands on,” she said.

April 8, 2019: An Israeli settler from the illegal settlement of Gush Etzion deliberately rams his car into a Palestinian teenager, critically injuring him before fleeing the scene.

April 8, 2019: Two men attack a Congolese man in Warsaw. They yell racist insults, punch and use pepper spray in the attack. Both men were arrested. One of the perpetrators turned out to have an earlier conviction for giving a fascist salute.

April 9, 2019: An anti-Romani mob attacked and destroyed homes of Romani people in Gabrovo, Bulgaria after a video was posted online of three Romani men fighting employees in a shop. The three men had been arrested and released after 24-hours by the police. This sparked anti-Romani protests by non-Romani residents. The protests then became a riot in which a large mob of non-Romani men vandalized the homes of Romani people, with Romani children still inside in some cases.

April 10 2019: A high school student at an East Brunswick, NJ school attacks a fellow student, who is Muslim, by spitting on her, ripping off her hijab, knocking her to the ground, climbing on top of her and punching her repeatedly in the face. The attacker later brags about the attack on social media, peppering her post with Islamophobic slurs.

April 10, 2019: A university lecturer riding a tram in Warsaw, Poland overhears a fellow passenger speaking in Ukrainian on his cell phone. The lecturer goes over to the man and assaults him.

April 10, 2019: As she is leaving morning prayers at her Milwuakee, WI. mosque, a Muslim woman is assaulted by a stranger who tries to tear off her hijab. When she resists, he throws her to the ground, beats and stabs her. The woman is hospitalized because of her injuries.

April 11, 2019: Osher Band, a 15-year-old transgender girl from Ashkelon, Israel, was hospitalized with a brain injury and organ damage after being attacked by a classmate. Osher hadn’t gone to school for more than six months.The incident that made Osher stop coming to school last summer occurred while she was sitting with some of her classmates. Two boys from her grade began taunting her. Then, “they threw chairs at me, and one of them said that if I stay here, he would stab me, and pulled out a pocketknife,” she said. Since then, she said she has been afraid to leave home. On Thursday April 11, she finally returned to school, but she said had an argument with another girl who chased her, knocked her head around and hit her until she managed to flee and call the police. April 12, 2019: After being involved in a minor traffic collision in Dallas, Texas, a transgender woman is confronting by a mob of people who stomp and beat her for several minutes while screaming transphobic slurs at her until she manages to escape them. The woman is hospitalized for her injuries.

April 12, 2019: Two members of Italian fascist party CasaPound - one of whom is a Vitarbo city councillor, beat and rape another CasaPound member in a bar frequented by fascists, after telling her to come party with them and getting her drunk. They videotape the rape on their cellphones.

April 13, 2019: Landon McCaa and Tomas Sion Brown invite several people to their Wayne County, MS. home for a party, then suckerpunch and attack party guest Trevor Gray, breaking his jaw in two places as they yell homophobic slurs at him, after they mistakenly assumed he was gay.

April 13, 2019: A trans woman in Dallas, TX. is stabbed multiple times.

April 16, 2019: After threatening to kill an interracial couple the week before and calling the woman in the couple a “nigger lover,” 50-year-old James Descant spots the couple walking to a Metairie, LA. convenience store and attempts to run them over in his pickup truck, seriously injuring the woman.

April 16, 2019: Two young gay people are surrounded by six other young people after leaving a club: “They started slapping, punching and kicking”, says one of the two “first my friend, then me”. They use homophobic insults and threaten to come back and stab them if they tell anyone about the assault.

April 17, 2019: Arsonists set fire to Moscow’s Torat Chaim yeshiva in Moscow just ahead of the Passover meal celebration after spray-painting swastikas on the building. There were about 60 students, rabbis and guests in the building at the time.

April 19, 2019: A child on San Vicente Blvd. in Los Angeles is attacked by a man shouting racial slurs at them while repeatedly kicking them. April 21, 2019: Eight coordinated suicide bombings, targeting Christian churches, hotels popular with foreigners, and a cinema, kill 253 people and injured a further 500. The attacks are attributed to National Thowheeth Jama'ath, a fascist group with ties to Daesh/ISIS. A further seven people are killed when the wives of one of the suspect detonates a bomb in her home as police are raiding it, killing herself, three police officers, and three of her sons.

April 21, 2019: A 22-year old Czech politician was attacked by two men who used racist insults against him. He had to be treated in hospital for a large cut on his back.

April 22, 2019: As he was attempting to flag down a cab in Liverpool late at night, 32-year-old Jon McMahon is approached from behind by a group of people shouting homophobic slurs at him. Before he can react, they attack him from behind, beating him unconscious and stealing his wallet.

April 22, 2019: Dr. Joanna Malinowska is attacked with pepper-spray by three masked men in Wroclaw, Poland after having given a feminist lecture. The men refer to her as a leftist and make further threats as they attack her.

April 22, 2019: A Muslim woman leaving a Wal-Mart in Milton, Ontario with her four-year-old and two-month-old daughters is approached in the parking lot by another woman who bumps the four-year-old and then immediately starts punching the mother in the face while she tried to shield her children from the attack.

April 23, 2019: 34-year-old war veteran Isaiah Peoples is on his way to deliver food to his Sunnyvale, CA. bible study group when we decides to ram his car into eight pedestrians crossing the street at a crosswalk. Police quickly discover that Peoples, who kept repeating “thank you, Jesus!” immediately after the attack, chose to do so because he believed the pedestrians were Muslims. Several of the victims were severely injured, including a 13-year-old girl who is in a coma.

April 23, 2019: A masked man arrives at the North Austin Muslim Community Center in Austin TX and attempts to set it on fire.

April 25, 2019: Santi Leon Martinez, a 48-year-old registered Republican working at a Goodwill store in Denver, CO., confronts an anti-fascist who is removing neo-nazi Patriot Front stickers from a streetpole outside the store. After a brief discussion during which Martinez states that “maybe some people deserve to be in concentration camps,” he produces a large folding knife and chases the anti-fascist down the street, stabbing him five times. The anti-fascist nearly dies from blood loss.

April 26, 2019: FBI arrests Army veteran Mark Steven Domingo for plotting to bomb a white supremacist rally in Huntington Beach, CA. The FBI alleges that Domingo is a “violent jihadist” who has pledged allegiance to Daesh/ISIS and had previously considered attacking a synagogue.

April 26, 2019: At a Cronulla, Australia rally for racist politician Fraser Anning, a 19-year-old Anning supporter threatens a TV journalist and then attacks her photographer when he intervenes.

April 26, 2019: Gunmen on motorbikes attack a Protestant church in Djibo, Burkina Faso, killing six Christians.

April 27, 2019: 19-year-old white supremacist John Earnest enters a San Diego synagogue and opens fire on worshippers, injuring three people and killing one. After turning himself into police, Earnest also confesses to attempting to burn down a mosque in Escondid, CA. the month before.

April 27, 2019: Arsonists attempt to burn down the homes of two socialist politicians in Solothurn, Swizterland by starting fires in their mail boxes.

April 27, 2019: Cody Morse is standing outside of a Hattiesburg, MS. bar when two men run at him and begin punching him in the head - one while holding keys in his hand - and then assault and injure a woman who attempts to intervene. Morse, who was left with multiple contusions and lacerations on his face, believes he was targeted because he is gay.

April 27, 2019: A 23-year-old trans woman is followed out of a Denver, CO. bar by two men who start harassing her, then attack her, punching her several times in the face and breaking her jaw in three places and causing possible permanent nerve damage to the right side of her face.

April 28, 2019: An arsonist attempts to burn down the African-American New Hope Baptist Church in St. Paul, MN.

April 30, 2019: 43-year-old Adelaide, Australia resident Aaron Ellis - a self-proclaimed Islamophobe and ultra-nationalist - is arrested after police raid his home and discover pipe bomb materials and homemade explosive chemicals in a fridge inside a shed.

April 30, 2019: Two Christian extremists set up a booth and PA system in the heart of Toronto’s Gay Village and begin preaching homophobic hate speech & attempting to pass out anti-LGBTQ+ pamphlets. As a crowd gathers and tensions escalate for over an hour until the religious extremists assault two people, bloodying one and injuring the other badly enough to require hospitalization.

May 2019: Five neonazis, including a police officer, are arrested in France for being in a terrorist cell, hoarding weapons and explosives and planning to attack Jewish or Muslim places of worship.

May 1, 2019: Joey Gibson and about 15 far-right supporters arrive at a bar in Portland hosting a May Day event. They proceed to pepper spray attendees, then challenge people to fight. When bar patrons rally to defend themselves Ian Kramer, one of Gibson’s group, clubs a woman over the head with a baton, knocking her unconscious and fracturing her vertebrae before the group runs away.

May 1, 2019: An Indian student studying in Rome was attacked by 5 or 6 young people while on his delivery job. They hit him with rocks and eggs while yelling racist insults. The student is nearly blinded in one eye.

May 2, 2019: Stephen “Tommy Robinson” Yaxley-Lennon and his supporters attack a group of anti-fascist women on the streets of Warrington, UK, breaking one woman’s nose.

May 2, 2019: After harassing & threatening his transgender neighbor for months, a man in Campania, Italy attacks her with a cudgel spiked with rusty nails.

May 3, 2019: 52-year-old Johnny Juica-Pena starts an argument with a Muslim man on a commuter train in Morristown, New Jersey over a bathroom and escalates to punching the Muslim man in the face while yelling racist slurs at him. Juica-Pena faces assault and hate crimes charges.

May 4, 2019: A 42-year-old Jewish man is walking down the street in Brookyn, NY when a group of men yelling antisemitic slurs rush at him. The Jewish man is called a “fucking Jew” and punched in the face before the men run off.

May 5, 2019: After decorating the outside of their Monroe, OH. home for the first night of Ramadan, the only Muslim family in an all-white neighborhood are cleaning up after breaking fast when someone fires a gun into their home. One of the bullets narrowly misses one of the daughters of the family.

May 7, 2019: An orthodox Jewish man walking down the street in Williamsburg, Brooklyn is attacked from behind by a man that runs up behind him and punches him in the head before running off.

May 7, 2019: The parents of a refugee family in Enschede, the Netherlands, are beaten with sticks in front of their children in their own home by a large group of racists. May 10, 2019: 25-year-old Jimtarius Hampton enters a Southaven, MS. Waffle House and immediately begins an argument with a 22-year-old trans woman in the restaurant with her friends. After enduring transphobic insults from Hampton, the woman tries to walk away from him. Hampton draws a firearm and shoots the woman in both legs.

May 10, 2019: After a day at school, 22-year-old Fatoumata Camara boards a Bronx bus when about a dozen passengers begin taunting her with racial, sexist, and Islamophobic slurs. When she exits the bus the group follows and attacks her, leaving her with a broken nose and head injuries before stealing her bag. NYPD arrested three of the attackers but then released them and refused to investigate further until Camara obtained surveillance footage and released it to the media.

May 11, 2019: A man steals a vehicle from a construction site in Edson, Canada, drives it through the town’s courthouse, and then gets out of the vehicle and spray-painted antisemitic graffiti inside of the courthouse.

May 11, 2019: Mena Mangal, a journalist and women’s rights advocate, is shot dead in broad daylight in Kabul, Afghanistan, while she was on her way to work. Just days before, Mangal had said she feared for her life after receiving threats.

May 12, 2019: Arsonists set fire to the Diyanet mosque in New Haven, CT., seriously damaging it.

May 12, 2019: A Vancouver man is approached by two other men who tackle him from behind and kicked him while calling him homophobic slurs.

May 12, 2019: A black man having drinks with his white wife in a bar in Volusia County, FL. is approached by three white men, who make racist and insulting remarks towards him, racist and sexually-abusive remarks to his wife, then began calling him a “nigger” and his wife “a nigger lover,” then attack the man. Warren “Randy” Stratton, Troy Noe, and Noe’s son have all been charged in the attack.

May 14, 2019: The wife of the leader of Helsingborg, Sweden’s Jewish community is stabbed nine times in an anti-Semitic attack, severely wounding her.

May 15, 2019: A 22-year-old Muslim woman boarding a Montréal subway is approached by a man who hits her in the chest and attempts to rip her niqab off of her head before running away.

May 15, 2019: A Palestinian teenager is hospitalized after being attacked by a mob of Jewish teens chanting “Death to Arabs!”

May 16, 2019: Arsonists set fire to two Jewish centers in Arlington, MA., which were also the homes of two rabbis and their families.

May 16, 2019: 52-year-old Nayeem Shah is driving cattle in his vehicle when he is intercepted by at least six people in Bhaderwah, India. The mob shoots Shah dead and seriously wounds his passenger, Zahoor Ahmed.

May 16, 2019: Two AfD council candidates in Freiburg, Germany attack two cyclists with a metal pole and pepper spray after suspecting them of belonging to local anti-fascists.

May 18, 2019: 23-year-old transgender woman Muhlaysia Booker, who was beaten in the street by a mob six weeks prior, is found shot to death on a Dallas road.

May 18, 2019: A journalist covering a Blieburg, Austria memorial service commemorating the surrender of Croatian fascists in WW2 is attacked by the participants, who spit on him, punch him, and kick him.

May 19, 2019: 29-year-old Grady Wayne Wilkes - a former paratrooper who holds Islamophobic, extreme-right political views - greets police responding to a domestic disturbance call in an Auburn, AL. trailer park wearing body armor & camouflage & begins shooting at the police, killing one and wounding two others.

May 19, 2019: An arsonist attempts to set a synagogue in the Lakeview neighborhood of Chicago on fire by hurling three Molotov cocktails at the building.

May 19, 2019: Michelle “Tamika” Washington, a 40-year-old trans woman in Philadelphia, is shot dead. Police charge 28-year-old Troy Bailey with the murder.

May 19, 2019: 27-year-old Brandyn Hernandez sends the Islamic Center of Greater Miami-Masjid Miami Gardens a series of threats of facebook, indicating that he intends to send the center on fire and “kill Muslims one by one.” Police file hate crimes & other charges against Hernandez.

May 19, 2019: Twenty seig-heiling neonazis try to attack a cultural festival in Bautzen at least three times, but are chased away each time by festival goers.

May 21, 2019: Two drunk racists in Warsaw harass and try to pick a fight with a group of non-Polish people. When they try to attack they are knocked out by one of the victims, and his friends are nice enough to put the racists in the recovery position afterwards.

May 22, 2019: An 18-year-old Muslim woman walking down the street in Lincoln, NE. is accosted by two men, who make Islamophobic remarks to her before beating her to the ground and kicking her, leaving her with injuries to her leg, forearms, and face that are treated in hospital.

May 24, 2019: Six men in Seoni, India arm themselves with clubs and attack three Muslim teens, beating them mercilessly and forcing one of the teenagers to beat his girlfriend with a club. The attackers film their assault and post it on social media.

May 24, 2019: 33-year-old Charles Patton, upon seeing a house in Soulard, MO. displaying a gay pride flag, runs up to the home screaming homophobic slurs before kicking in the front doors and telling the residents that he is “going to slit your throats!”

May 24, 2019: Neonazis of Der III. Weg are in a van on their way to put up their racist posters when they recognize some antifascists standing in a crowd of people outside of a local pub in Fürth, Germnay. The nazis drive their van into the crowd, pepperspray them and threaten people.

May 24, 2019: Attackers throw a burning torch at the mobile home of a Roma family with the intention of burning it down while the family were sleeping inside of it, in Dellmensingen, Germany.

May 25, 2019: Two gay men and a transgender woman are shot and killed in their east Detroit home; two others are injured in the attack. 18-year-old Devon Robinson is charged with the murders.

May 26, 2019: Mohammed Qasim is stopped in the street in Begusarai, India by a man and asked his name. When he answers and the man realizes he is Muslim, he produces a gun and shoots Qasim, wounding him. Qasim manages to escape with his assailant, Rajiv Yadav, is reloading his weapon. The police take Qasim to the hospital for treatment but fail to arrest Yadav for the attack.

May 26, 2019: A 25-year-old Muslim man returning home from his mosque is attacked by four men in Gurgaon, India. They demand he take off his Muslim skull cap and demand he repeat Hindu chants. When he refuses, they beat him with a baton.

May 25, 2019: Two gay men are threatened and insulted with homophobic slurs in Berlin by four men, one of whom throws cold tea on one of the victims and punching the other in the face.

May 27, 2019: As he is walking home in Morgantown, WV., Jared Rote - a black, gay man and drag performer - is assaulted from behind by three attackers. "This is what you get!“ they tell Rote as they punch and kick him. Rote is hospitalized as a result of the injuries he sustains.

May 30, 2019: An American-Palestinian student, visiting Poland to study the history of fascism in Poland in the second world war, is attacked by two men for his skin colour outside of his hotel in Wola, Poland.

May 31, 2019: A 16-year old is stabbed in the neck by a stranger who was yelling islamophobic insults at him and a friend on a tram in Bremen, Germany. The attacker fled and the victim had to be taken to hospital with non-life threatening injuries.

June 1, 2019: The body of Chynal Lindsey, a 26-year-old black trans woman, is found at the bottom of a lake in Dallas, TX. Lindsey’s body showed clear signs of a homicide.

June 2, 2019: 27-year-old Griffin Murray attacks two men on a street in San Francisco while screaming homophobic slurs at them.

June 2, 2019: Hesse, Germany politician Walter Lübcke is found shot to death in his home. Lübcke had received several death threats because of his stance in favor of immigrants. Police arrest a 45-year-old extreme right wing activist for the murder, later revealing the man was previously convicted for attempting to bomb a refugee shelter and has ties to Combat 18.

June 5, 2019: 18-year-old Jeremy Lloyd approaches a group of black teens in Hopkins Park in Dekalb, IL., calls them “niggers,” then stabs two of them. Police charge him with hate crimes.

June 6, 2019: As he is walking to work in Decatur, GA., 28-year-old Ronald Peters is confronted by a gunman who calls Peters a homophobic slur before shooting him several times, then making off with his bag. Peters dies o the scene. Police are describing the murder as a hate crime.

June 6, 2019: 23-year-old trans woman Chanel Scurlock is found dead in a filed in Lumberton, NC. after police responded to reports of shots fired in the area.

June 6, 2019: A group of men confront a woman in the parking lot of a Janesville, WI. Wal-mart, yelling racial slurs. When a bystander intervenes, one of the men - 20-year-old Anthony Kreyer - pulls a handgun and threatens both him and the woman.

June 8, 2019: A theatre in Southampton cancelled performances of a play about an LGBT couple after two members of the cast were attacked in the street.They said two actors in the company were assaulted on their way to work. “The assailants verbally abused them and threw stones from their car window, one of which struck an actor in the face. They have sustained only minor injuries but are hugely shaken from this cowardly, homophobic hate crime”.

June 9, 2019: A 22-year old man tries multiple times to drive his car into a group of people in front of a club in Niklasdorf, Austria, after having yelled that all foreigners should die. SOURCE:

June 9, 2019: A rabbi in Rosario, Argentina, was attacked Sunday night by three men. The men shouted anti-Semitic epithets before removing the rabbi’s hat and trampling it on the ground, then beating the rabbi, who was walking alone. The attack was stopped when passersby intervened.

June 10, 2019: Police arrest 23-year-old Ross Anthony Farca at his mother’s Concord, CA. home after Farca posted online threats to commit a mass murder at an area synagogue. Police seized an assault rifle with 13 magazines, a three-foot sword, ammunition, and books about Hitler and nazis.

June 11, 2019: 20-year-old Tyler Cruse arrives at the home of an elderly HIspanic man in Grand Island, NE. and tries to smash the door in. When the man wakes up and goes around the house to ask what Cruse wants, Cruse brutally assaults him while yelling racial slurs and telling the man that he is not American and does not belong in America.

June 13, 2019: Anti-fascist Yannis Youlountas was hospitalised after he was attacked in Piraeus, Greece, by a group of ten Nazis because he was wearing a T-shirt of Free Social Space Favela.

June 14, 2019: Fort Myers, FL. police raid the home of 40-year-old Joshua John Leff after being tipped off that Leff had made multiple social media posts admonishing his followers to take up arms and murder gay people, Jews, and African-Americans. Police seize handguns and ammunition and charge Leff with several offenses.

June 15, 2019: Christian extremists and white supremacists confront attendees at a Pride event in a city park in Hamilton, Ontario, abusing them with homophobic slurs before attacking them, triggering a massive brawl as event attendees successfully defended themselves. June 15, 2019: Seven LGBTQ+ teens leaving the Pride parade at Stoke-on-Trent, UK are pursued by a larger mob of about a dozen people shouting homophobic slurs. The teens try to flee in a taxi, but the mob run after and catch up to the taxi, pull the doors open, and begin punching and kicking the passengers.

June 15, 2019: A man parks his car in front of a Washington, DC community center for transgender people, pulls out a gun and threatened some of the transgender youths staying there. June 15, 2019: 46-year-old Darrell Lee Abbott interrupts a conversation between two strangers on an Iowa City street, telling one of the men "I'm a killer," "I'm gonna show you I'm a killer," and "I'll kill you nigger." He then walks home and retrieves a large metal pipe, telling his mother “I’m going to kill me a nigger” as he leaves, returning to the two men and beating one of them with the pipe.

June 15, 2019: Two men in a white Lexus drive through a Brooklyn neighborhood. When they an orthodox Jewish person walking down the street, the passenger gets out and knocks them to the ground before jumping in the car and driving away. This pattern is repeated up to nine times that night.

June 16, 2019: A gay couple walking along Washington DC’s U-Street corridor are attacked by a mob of at least ten men, shouting homophobic slurs at them and beating them, injuring both men.

June 17, 2019: 22-year-old Brian Clyde, who had previously posted on social media endorsing the “libertarian national socialist green party,” arrives in downtown Dallas wearing a mask & body armor and begins firing at people in a federal courthouse with an assault rifle before being shot and killed by Dallas police.

June 17, 2019: A man yelling racial slurs at another man in Minneapolis, MN. pulls a knife and stabs his victim, seriously wounding him.

June 18, 2019: Michal Szewczuk, 19, from Leeds, and Oskar Dunn-Koczorowski, 18, from west London are sentenced for terrorism offenses after running an online propaganda campaign under the group name Sonnenkrieg Division to encourage others to commit violent hate crimes against “race traitors,” Jews, racialized people, women, and babies.

June 18, 2019: 49-year-old Missouri resident Edward Terry is charged with making terrorist threats after emailing the Pride St. Louis organization and threatening to “come to pride fest with my guns to kill every gay person I can before I kill myself.”

June 19, 2019: A Christian church in Renton, WA. is bombed in the second attack in one week, after putting up a display in celebration of Pride month. The culprits left a homophobic message spray-painted on the church. June 19, 2019: After complaining to her son's school principal about him being racially taunts and told to "go back to Mexico" by other students at his Planfield, NJ school, 35-year-old mother Beronica Ruiz is attacked one of those students as she walks down the street with her two children. She is beaten unconscious and hospitalized for two days.

June 19, 2019: 59-year-old St. Paul, MN. resident Steven C. Parker walks out of a Walgreen’s yelling racist slurs at the manager after being accused of shoplifting, then returning with a second man and assaulting the manager. Minutes later, Parker approaches a man sitting on some steps, demands to know if he is “from the USA,” asks him “what are you doing in my country?” and then punches him several times in the face, fracturing his face in several places.

June 19, 2019: A 22-year old asylum seeker from Mauritania leaves his Penzlin, Germany home and is immediately insulted and threatened by two men because of his background, police said. According to the asylum seeker, he was told to go back to his country and called racial slurs. The man also told the police that the attackers threatened to kill him. When the victim ignored them, one of the racists tried to assault him. The victim defended himself by beating the man with his bike lock, after which he ran away and alerted the police.

June 19, 2019: A Jewish-American tourist in Berlin was attacked and injured in an anti-Semitic attack, Berlin police said Wednesday. Police said the tourist filed a complaint after three men split off from a group of 10 people and started harassing him and asked if he was Jewish. When he replied yes, the men attacked him. June 20, 2019: A Muslim schoolteacher traveling by train to Hooghly, India is confronted by a group of men in his train carriage who demand that he recite Hindu chants. When he refuses, they beat him and push him off of the moving train. The schoolteacher, Hafeez Mohd Sahrukh Haldar, escapes death but is injury in the attack & fall from the train. June 22, 2019: Two men walking in Liverpool are approached by three teenagers who shout homophobic slurs at them before stabbing both of them.

June 22, 2019: Brandon Killian and Devan Johnson brutally beat a 36-year-old black man outside of a bar in Shawnee, OK., in what police are describing as a hate crime. Their victim suffered brain damage and an injured eye socket as a result of the attack.

June 26, 2019: Three members of neonazi group Shieldwall are arrested after placing fake ad on Grindr and luring a gay man out to their rural Arkansas home where they assaulted him and vandalized his car. The 3 had planned to go to Knoxville Pride and were using this to warm up on beating up gay men. June 27, 2019: When 25-year-old cab driver Faizal Usman Khan's taxi breaks down in Kharsawan, India, three men on a motor scooter come upon him and start abusing him with Islamophobic slurs and demand that he recite Hindu chants. When he refuses, they drag him out of his vehicle and beat him unconscious. June 27, 2019: A hijab-wearing Muslim woman visiting an amusement park in Toronto is confronting by four people who tell her to tell her to “go back to her country” before punching and kicking her and tearing her hijab off.

June 27, 2019: Two people, including the Imam, were wounded in front of the Pontanezen mosque in Brest, France, on Thursday after a man opened fire at the mosque. The shooter was later found dead, after having committed suicide.

June 28, 2019: After they ask him for a cigarette near his house in Vilnius, Lithuania, a group of youths starts homophobically insulting a gay man, who ignores them and leaves. When he later returns with a friend the youths insult and attack him. Police arrive but decide not to arrest any of the youths. June 29, 2019: An “irate” Paula Custodio and an unnamed man approach two transgender women in Queens, NY. and attack both women with pepper spray, hospitalizing one of them.

June 29, 2019: A 17-year-old was kicked, stamped on and punched with brass knuckles by ten thugs who had been shouting homophobic abuse at his friend in Rotherham, UK.

June 29, 2019: Maya, a 19-year-old transgender woman had left home and was living with friends in the city of Peshawar, Pakistan. Her family attempted to bring her home on Saturday. Maya’s friends, concerned for her safety, contacted the police. But the officers allowed family members to take Maya home to the city of Nowshera. Maya’s bullet-ridden body was discovered just hours later, on Saturday night, beside a river bank in Nowshera.

June 30, 2019: After he sends threatening letters to property owners in his neighborhood threatening to shoot any visible minorities that move in, police raid the Sun Luis Obispo home of 62-year-old Richard Orcutt, seize three dozen firearms and thousands of rounds of ammunition, and charge him with hate crimes.

July 1, 2019: Three fascists racially insult a black stranger who walked past them in Hannover, Germany, after which one of the men made his dog attack the man, who was bitten in the leg.

July 3, 2019: A 28-year-old man and woman aged 25, suspected of planning a terror attack on London Pride have been arrested by police in Luton, UK. They were planning a crude strike with a car and knives at the mass rally.

July 4, 2019: 17-year-old Elijah Al-Amin enters a Peoria, AZ. convenience store & is followed inside by 27-year-old Michael Paul Adams, who approaches the teen from behind, stabs him with a pocketknife and slits the boy’s throat. Adams tells arresting officers he murdered the teen because he “felt threatened by the music” Al-Amin was playing in his car; that rap music makes him feel "unsafe;" and that people who listen to rap music are a threat to him and the community.”

July 4, 2019: An 18-year-old woman isn "beaten black and blue" in a homophobic attack in a street in Hull, UK. The teenager was attacked by two women she thought were her friends. "Because she is gay they called her a 'f****** lesbian, you and your girlfriend are going to get it 10 times worse next time'.

July 4, 2019: 40-year-old Santa Ana, CA. resident Joe Martin Rodirguez threatens his two gay roommates with a knife and a handgun after making homophobic remarks.

July 4, 2019: A Somali woman in a park in Spicer, MN. for Fourth of July celebrations is accosted by a man demanding she answer his questions about her religion and her hijab who then pepper sprays her and runs away. Minutes later, the same individual pepper sprays a woman supervising a group of adult with developmental disabilities.

July 5, 2019: A group of fascists attacked visitors of a bar in Nantes, France with batons, pepper spray and a smoke bomb, looking for antifascists. Several people had to be treated because of the pepper spray. Eight fascists were arrested.

July 6, 2019: Demetris Nelson uses Grindr to meet up with two gay men in Detroit. He shoots both of them, killing 31-year-old Brian Anderson and critically wounding 26-year-old Malcolm Drake. Nelson faces hate crime, murder, and attempted murder charges.

July 6, 2019: William Lamb is having drinks in a Hillsboro, ND. bar with his husband when a group of patrons harass them with homophobic slurs. When Lamb steps outside of the bar to smoke, one of the homophobes follows him outside and beats him unconscious, shattering his ankle and breaking his nose and some of his teeth in the process. Lamb has to undergo surgery to repair the damage done.

July 6, 2019: 27-year-old Johnathan Hall is at a nightclub in Kamloops, Canada when two men confront him, calling him “nigger” and “darkie.” When Hall’s friend attempts to defuse the situation, the two men attack, throwing Hall to the ground and kicking him repeatedly in his head.

July 7, 2019: A lesbian couple walking down the street in Long Island, NY are sexually harassed by a group of men, one of whom swiftly escalates the situation by assaulting one of the women, who is taken to hospital to be treated for the resulting injuries. July 9, 2019: Self-proclaimed “white power skinhead” Justin Indiveri encounters a protest against ICE in downtown Portland, OR. Indiveri confronts the protestors, pulls out a knife, and repeatedly threatens to stab them. Indiveri has previous convictions for arson and domestic battery.

July 18, 2019: A 62-year-old Hindu priest iswalking near his temple in Queens, NY when a man approaches him from behind, screaming “this is my neighborhood!” and beats him, hospitalizing him.

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