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matt x blake sanders (fem reader)

summary: when out with some friends at a bar a band is playing, the guitarist catches you eye. feeling bold you decide to approach him, one thing turns into another.

warning: low key age play, fingering, kissing, swearing, underage drinking

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me and my friends alanna, brynleigh and emerie heard there was a live band playing at some shitty bar near where we live, he decided if we wanted to risk being kidnapped or killed being there so late at night but we had nothing better to do.

we began getting ready, i chose to wear something more casual because we’ve never been to this place. i wore a black camisole that showed off my red lacy bra under it and low rise jeans and kept my hair straight. before leaving i slid on some bracelets and a necklace and out we went.

the walk was sketchy but thank god our dorms were only two minutes away, as soon as we approached it we knew exactly what we were getting into. they didn’t even card us at the door which wasn’t the worst thing because even though the legal drinking age was 21 me and the girls were still 19, close enough ?

we grabbed some beers from the bartender and were talking for a bit just about school and other boring stuff, i was so caught up in the conversation i barely noticed the band playing. i looked over to see and my stomach did backflips, there was a tall brunette with broad shoulders dressed in a black muscle tank and black pants, i watched his rings as his fingers moved up and down the electric guitar.

i was so fascinated i didn’t even notice him staring back, we made eye contact and she just shot me a quick wink, i just stared down at the half empty bottle in my hand trying to hide my smile. they finished up their song and the drummer announced they would be back. i couldn’t wait.

i was laughing with brynleigh while alanna and emerie were talking to two men who maybe looked around 30 trying to get free drinks, that’s when i felt a presence behind me. i turned to see who it was expecting some weird old guy and i was met with the same boy i saw on stage, he completely towered over me and when i went to turn to brynleigh she had made her way over to alanna and emerie leaving just me and this man.

“hey im matt” he spoke and shot me a quick nod.

“blake” i replied giving him a warm smile.

“i like that name, how old are you?” he questioned me.

i looked around pursing my lips trying to hide my smile, i knew i should lie and say im 21 but he didn’t look much older than me. “im 19, you?”

his eyes widened a bit “you know you’re too young to be here”

i just took a sip of the beer in my hand ignoring his comment “you never answered my question”

“22” he said leaning his elbow against the edge of the bar, his eyes were so beautiful i could stare at them all night.

“not that far off” i replied shrugging my shoulders.

he just smirked at me before he leaned in to my ear so he could whisper but i would still hear him over the trashy radio music they played.

“come to the bathroom” he whispered, and with that he turned to walk and i quickly finished my beer and followed behind him.

this man could literally tell me to rip my clothes off right here and i would and i didn’t even know him.

as soon as we entered the one stall bathroom he locked it and immediately crashed his lips onto mine, the kiss was messy and rough but i didn’t care i mean he was literally the most sexiest man ive ever seen.

he scooped me up putting his hands under my thighs and i wrapped my legs around his waist, my hands tangled in his hair. he slowly started walking towards the sink and placed me on it. my legs immediately spread so he could come between them, he ghosted his fingers over my clothed heat.

i gasped into the kiss and i could feel him smirk against my lips. i lifted myself up so he could slide the jeans off my hips and down to my knees, he just stared at the black lacy underwear and i internally thanked myself for not going with the granny panties.

he moved his kiss down to my jaw and then my neck, he sucked and slightly bit down on the spot under my ear that made me melt under his touch. he kept doing that making sure my neck was marked up and he slowly moved his fingers under my panties.

he moved his fingers through my slick folds pulling back out from my neck. “already so wet and ive barely touched you?” he said with a smirk on his face, a pink blush flew across my cheeks and nose feeling slightly embarrassed.

“you’re so beautiful you know that” he spoke again this time going back into my neck and rubbing his fingers in circles against my clit. i bucked my hips towards him laying my hands gripping against the sink dying for his touch.

he must’ve got the message because a second later he slipped a finger in and a low moan fell from my lips, i felt his finger curl inside me before he added another one. he just kept his motion and pressed his forehead against mine.

he quickened his pace and i could already feel the knot in my stomach forming. my hands gripped on the sink so hard my knuckles turned white. my brows furrowed and my mouth agape.

“i can feel you clenching, let go baby”, his words sent me over the edge and i threw my head back and spread my legs impossibly further apart, a loud string of moans and curses slipping from my mouth. he kept pumping his fingers in and out and let my high ride out before removing his fingers and licking them clean.

i just stared in awe at the man, his chest was heaving up and down and he just stood and admired me. i jumped off the counter and started pulling up my jeans before someone started banging on the door.

“yo matt, you’ve got five minutes to get out here” a voice yelled from the other side of the door, it sounded like matt but not quite it.

i looked at matt and he just rolled his eyes with a smile on his face, i placed one last peck on his lips.

“here’s my number, call me when you get home tonight” he said as he handed me a peice of paper with 10 digits on it. i took it and stuffed it in my back pocket as i grabbed my phone that had fallen down to the floor.

he opened the door and out with both went, i saw all my friends faces as they saw me and him walk out side by side and him pull me into a side hug and place a kiss on the top of my head before heading back stage.

“okay what the fuck just happened” alanna asked me with excitement in her tone.

“honestly i don’t even know, and ive only had one beer” i said chuckling and throwing my hand to my head.

“well you’re in luck” brynleigh spoke before she turned around with a black platter full of tequila shots. “the bartender thinks that’s you’re boyfriend so free shots on the house !!”

my eyes widened and a big smile grew on my face. we each grabbed one cheering and downing them, all of our faces contorted with disgust and we all laughed.

we drank whatever was left in the tiny cups and danced to music while i was busy eyeing matt. i now realize where he got the skills for what had just happened in the bathroom.

the bar was closing and me and the girls were shit faced so we decided to walk back to our dorms, i shared with brynleigh so alanna and emerie said their goodbyes and went to their dorm. i sunk into my bed and remembered the piece of paper in my pocket.

i quickly pulled it out and carefully entered the digits into my phone and named the contact “guitar matt”, i sent a quick message saying i was home and immediately passed out not bothering to look at the message he had sent.

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the next morning i woke up and my head was pounding, i realized i still had my shirt and bra on but i must’ve kicked my jeans off in the middle of the night. i grabbed my phone and saw he had texted me. last nights memories flooding my head. i clicked on the message as my eyes scanned what he had said.

“im in town for a week, can’t wait to see you again ;)”

a/n: sorry yall this song plus guitar matt is actually stuck in my head, also this is the only part ! (unless yall want another part cause im low key in love with this ;)) ok bye love you !!

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synfulwritings · 3 years

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Imagine M. Shadows flirting with you during an interview...

You asked another question from your paper, a long list your producers had collected from some fans of your main guest. Luckily, nothing had been too uncomfortable to ask, at least not yet.

“Yeah, I mean, we’re pretty ritualistic when it come to prepping for a show. You’d think we wouldn’t be nervous after all these years, but I’ll be the one to admit that I’m nervous every single time. So, I make sure to stick to my pre-show routine.” M. Shadows, the insanely attractive lead singer of one of your favorite bands, laughed beside you.

Luckily, you felt a little more at ease this time. You had known the man for several months. After your first interview, shortly following the release of their latest album, he had asked for your number. It wasn’t totally abnormal for guests to want to keep in contact with you. He was on the road a lot, so you just talked on and off. If anything, he seemed like a really cool guy.

Not to mention he was a super dork, just like you.

You laughed at yet another one of his jokes, then peered back down to your list.

“Okay Matt, next question. If you could date any celebrity, one you know personally or not, who would it be?” You felt your cheeks heat up the moment the question came out. Unfortunately, this was live TV. But, you hoped the cameras were pointed at him and not you.

Matt laughed. “Well, Y/N, do you count as a celebrity?” Okay, now you were sure your face was as red as the Christmas bow behind your chair.

“I, uh, well—“

“I mean, lots of people know you and watch you on TV. That sounds like a celebrity to me.” M winked, making you laugh.

“I guess I fit the definition then,” you answered with a nervous shrug. Matt stared at you for a moment, then flicked his tongue between his lips.

“So?” he coaxed. Your eyes widened. You shifted nervously in your chair. You had been on live TV for three years, and this was one of the first times you had been rendered this nervous or speechless.

“Matt Sanders, are you asking me out on live TV?” Matt grinned.

“Yep. Yes I am.” And now you were the one in the spotlight. But, at least you knew your answer, and didn’t need to embarrass him in front of hundreds of thousands of live viewers.

“Okay, Matt. I’ll give you a shot,” you teased with your typical television humor. He laughed, clapping his hands. “But, we’ll discuss this later. I have two more questions for you before I can set you free.” He grinned and nodded as the small crowd on the other side of the large window behind you cheered.

“Deal,” he agreed with wink. Great, now you just had to keep it together for eight more minutes...

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Feral Roots {M Shadows One Shot}

Requested by: Anonymous Wordcount: 3387 Summary: The Full Moon is coming up, and the leader of your wolf pack needs some stress relief. Notes: Smut, Breeding kink.

The full moon was only three days away, and all of the pack were beginning to get antsy. Tension was brewing beneath the surface, and even a hint of sarcasm was enough to send the men biting at each others necks. Your own body felt like it was starting to betray you, giving into urges that were not all that convenient. It didn’t help that the Alpha of the pack, M, had his dark eyes on you most of the time these days. It was those eyes that made you feel detached from your own will, and want to submit fully to his. However, you didn’t like to give in too easily. He liked a challenge, and you enjoyed giving him one.

You were one of the young women who worked mostly on cooking duty. Roasting big pieces of meat, and adding in some vegetables because you were all still partly human, took up a big portion of the day. Wolves needed their protein - especially with the stressful change coming up. You had a full pig roasting on a spit, and you were making sure that it was being turned properly. “What’s cookin, good lookin?” One of the main pack came over to you, the smell tempting his nostrils.

“Don’t you know a pig when you see one, Syn?” You asked the long haired man. He snorted with laughter and took a seat on the grass to really take in the view. “You never come out here while we’re cooking, what’s up?”

“Shads is in a mood,” He rolled his eyes. “You know what he’s like this time around. He needs to get fucking laid. Why don’t you go help him out, you are his favorite.”

“Cooking duty,” You said, smiling slightly at being called the favorite. It gave you certain advantages - like you could get away with more things. As a woman in the pack, you were pretty respected. You could carry on the line. You protected. You took care of everyone. But you still liked to get up to some mischief at times. “Why don’t you give it a try? You’re rather pretty yourself with those cheekbones. Most of them women here envy you.”

You normally wouldn’t have been able to get away with saying something like that.

Syn, or Brian as was his true name, glared at you, then went back to looking at the meat. You could almost see the drool coming out of his mouth. “It’s going to be another couple of hours,” You told him. “I mean, if you’re willing to help out with peeling the potatoes, I can make sure that you get a prime piece.”

“I’m in,” He said. You got him situated with a bucket of potatoes and a knife to peel them with, then went back to your post of turning meat. It was the slow roast that helped the meat taste so good - perfectly juicy, just the way that the werewolves liked it.

Being part of a pack meant living in a very communal sort of place. It was more like a trailer park than anything else that you could describe, just inside a large privately-owned forest. There was a rather large house on the property, which the strongest of the pack shared, while the rest lived in rather luxurious trailers dotted around the land. It helped you all to feel closer to nature. And it made it easier for the nights when you were doomed to shift.

This meant that all of you ate together.

Picnic tables were strewn around, some with umbrellas to stay in the shade, but most without. The strongest of the pack, the main five, sat together at the biggest one, and their plates were often piled high. Syn seemed to be relishing this meal more than usual, probably because he had a hand in making it. You sat with some of the other women at a shaded table, your plate still full of food but not nearly as much as the men’s. You ate what you needed and left what you didn’t for the others, such as the kids who were running around playing after eating. People were talking, it was a wonderful day until...

“SHUT THE FUCK UP!” M yelled, throwing his plate on the ground, half eaten chunks of food flying across the grass.

“M!” You shouted, getting to your feet. The whole pack went quiet, staring at the large man who had stood up and was glaring at Zacky, who was one of his best friends. You left the picnic table behind to go to his, and pick up the plate which had surprisingly not shattered. “Go and take a shower and cool off,” You said, looking up at him, setting the plate on the table.

“Don’t think you can tell me what to do-” M started, but you growled at him before he could call you a name.

“You’re scaring the pups,” You said, motioning your head to one of the younger kids who ran to hide behind his mom at the yelling. Tempers may fly but swearing wasn’t something that happened around the young ones. “Now go inside while I clean your mess up.”

“Fine,” M said, slamming his hand on top of the table, sending all of the cutlery flying up into the air. He stepped out from the picnic table and stormed towards the house, clearly in a bad mood. Were this a cartoon, you’d be seeing steam coming from his ears, or a black swirl atop his head.

“Now why did you have to go and antagonize him like that?” You snapped at the raven-haired man.

“What, I’m not allowed to speak?” Zacky asked, his anger still bubbling beneath the surface.

“You knew what you said was going to get a reaction,” Syn chimed in, wiping his mouth with his napkin as if the tantrum hadn’t happened. “It’s your own fault, dumbass.”

“Let’s go take a swim, cool you down,” Johnny said, getting onto his feet, pulling the dark haired man towards the lake that was in the forest that you all often used for bathing and exercise. You got back down to the ground and started to pick up the bits of food so you could properly dispose of it in the compost, shaking your head and muttering about what idiots men were.

“You shouldn’t have to clean up after him,” Brooks said, bending down to help you out.

“You’re right, it should be Zacky cleaning this,” You sighed, wiping your forehead with the back of your hand once everything was back on the table. “But we all know he won’t lift a finger.”

“You should go see M,” Syn said, back to eating the meat off the bone. “He’s pissed.”

“Well now I am too. I hate when you guys scare the pups. Seriously, it’s a hard time for everyone right now. No need to act like children.”

“I hate to say it but he has a good reason to be mad this time,” Syn told you, making your curiosity peak.

“I don’t care if he gets mad or not, he has to keep his temper in front of the kids,” You said, not backing down. Syn put up his hands in innocence, throwing in the towel on the conversation. “I am going to go check on him though, and make sure that he’s alright.”

You didn’t miss the sexual motion that Syn made to Brooks, but you decided to say nothing about it this time. The last thing that pack needed was another argument during dinner. You just gave him the finger, then walked up to the house, slipping in through the back door. Other than M, it should be empty.

You followed the sounds of grunting to the built-in gym. Most of the pack just used the woods - strong branches for pull-ups, balance training, logs for strength etc - but M seemed to like punching bags over bark. He was working up a sweat, clad only in his shorts, hands not wrapped or anything, going to town on the bag.

“Do you want me to get you a picture of Zacky’s face? I have one on my dartboard,” You joked, coming up behind and held the bag steady. He kept hitting it, but his eyes averted to you and he was a little more careful. “You should at least put something on your hands, you’re going to make them raw.”

One good punch sent the bag out of your hands and it flew a dozen feet and landed on the mats. “He’s an asshole.”

“I know - but why in particular today, hmm?” You took an ice pack out of the freezer that was above a fridge that held energy drinks and water bottles, and lightly pressed it onto M’s knuckles. The discarded bag could wait.

“He says that it’s about time that you get bred,” M said, anger coming through in his voice. You were a bit surprised by how defensive he had gotten over that topic. You bit down on your lower lip in thought as you nursed M’s hand, attempting to stop the swelling before it started.

“I mean, he has a point,” You said, gingerly. “I would love to have a pup or two of my own by now. And you’re the reason that I don’t, M. I know we have our thing going on but you gotta drop me as a favorite eventually and let me find a mate.”

“Don’t you fucking start,” M said, tearing his hand away from you. “I’m not going to let you go and be some stupid mutt’s mate. You’re too good for everyone here.”

“As true as that is,” You started, attempting to lighten the mood, “-that’s my fate here. And the sooner you realize that, the sooner I can get on with it. And I think the only reason you’re mad is because Zacky wants to be the one to do it.”

“He’ll never have you, y/n. We both know that you could never love him.”

“I know, but that doesn’t mean that there isn’t someone else in the pack who could be good to me. I deserve a mate, M.”

“And you never stopped to fucking consider me, did you?” M said, his voice going softer than it had before. You squeezed your hand around the ice pack in an attempt to keep you grounded. You never had this conversation with him before although you had always hoped... He never gave any sort of indication that he wanted you for anything other than sex.

“You’re just feeling the full moon coming, that’s what is making you say that,” You said, your voice going just as soft as his had. You tossed the pack onto the table, then approached the muscular man, putting your cold hands on his chest. He hissed slightly at the sensation but didn’t back away. “But if that’s how you really feel, we’ll talk about it after, okay?”

“It’s not the moon fever,” He insisted, grabbing you roughly around your waist before you could depart. “I may be jealous because of what that shithead said, but you’re both right. You need a mate and it’s time that you’re bred.”

“Are you asking me, or are you telling me?”

“I’m saying that I want you as my mate, for the rest of my life, and I want to put my baby in your stomach.”

“You can’t take that back, you know.”

“Oh, I know,” Matt said, smirking, his bad mood seemingly to have dissipated. Roughly, he dragged you to bench where he often lifted weights, got you onto your knees and bent you over it. His hand went through your hair, then grabbed it and held it at the base of your neck. “I can smell you,” He said, sighing happily.

And it was probably true. He had very keen senses and from the moment he hinted at wanting to be your mate, you had felt yourself becoming aroused. He lifted up the skirt of your dress, resting it on your back, and pulled your panties down to be around your knees. The cool air conditioning hit your skin and caused goosebumps up and down your thighs.

“Are you going to keep it slow or are you going to make me scream?” You asked, smiling though he couldn’t see your face. It was pressed against the bench, cheek down. He pulled at your hair harder, causing your head to jerk up.

You don’t know when he had the time to push his sweatpants down and get onto his own knees, but he had - and he started to thrust into you roughly from behind. His one hand was still tangled up in your hair while the other was holding your dress onto your back, keeping you steady. Your mouth opened unwillingly at the sheer force and suddenness of it all, but it certainly wasn’t to complain. You moaned loud enough to feel the bench rumble beneath you. He kept pushing your head up so that he could hear you louder. He loved the sounds that you made. He craved them. He yanked your arms behind your back for more leverage, went quicker and quicker - and then began to slow down. This wasn’t supposed to be just some quick fuck. Five minutes isn’t enough for stress release.

You took in deep breaths of air as he slowed, all of the jostling around had made all of your breath leave your lungs. He let go of your hair so you rested back down against the cool bench. Beadlets of sweat were already resting on top of the leather from your forehead. He left you for a moment, and you felt bare. Empty. Cold. But when he came back after only thirty seconds, he had a jump rope and started to tie it around your wrists. You trusted him entirely. You were still in euphoria from being asked to be his mate. That combined with the knowledge that he was going to give you a child made you entirely pliable in his hands.

He grabbed hold of your shoulders and entered himself again, making you cry out. There was never any foreplay with M. It was a lucky thing that you were always aroused while around him. He lightly slapped your cheek, then shoved his index and middle fingers into your mouth. You started to suck on them immediately, knowing what he wanted. You relaxed against him, feeling safe, feeling loved.

“Oh my God,” You cried out, raising your ass as high as it could go.

“Yes,” M hissed. “You’re mine. I’m going to breed you like the bitch you are.”

After another couple minutes of rough thrusting on the bench, he pulled out again, and helped you up to your feet, holding onto your binded wrists as if they were handcuffs. He paraded - yes, paraded - you in front of the windows and over to the sofa. You weren’t ashamed at all. Nudity was perfectly normal among the pack, since it was a natural way of being. You were nude when you transformed into a wolf, and nude when you came back. It was rarely considered to be a sexual thing, though it felt like it now, with the way that M was holding onto you. The way that he threw you down onto the couch. He didn’t go straight back into you, but rather, rubbed your ass and took in the sight of your pussy on display. He spanked each cheek, then grabbed them roughly.

You were on your stomach once again, a position that you were finding yourself in quite a bit today. M spread your legs then went back in with a satisfied groan. You were whimpering into the couch cushions as he entered you at a slight angle, riding you hard. He lowered himself, his weight on you, his hand covering your mouth making it a bit harder for you to breathe. He liked that. He enjoyed the struggle. It was rough, it was crushing. It was enough to take you out of your head.

M was groaning and moaning, as his face was turning red from the exertion. He wanted to make sure to give you the best and the strongest seed. He slid off, the sweat between your bodies turning it into a slip and slide, and flipped you around so you were on your back. Your hands were still tied up behind you and it was extremely uncomfortable, but the strain just added more to the experience. You gasped as you saw M’s face looming over you, his body between your spread legs. Goddamn, he was so fucking beautiful.

There was no doubt about the fact that there would be evidence on your body of this for days to come. His fingertips pressed into your neck, the binding on your wrists causing chafing. You might not be able to cross your legs for a few days with how hard he was going on you. But oh, how blissful it was in this moment.

“Cum in me, M, give me a baby,” You moaned, wishing you could run your hands through his hair. Or even over his muscles. The sheen of sweat over his muscles gave him an otherworldly glow. There was a reason why he was the Alpha and why everyone put their complete trust in him. He had a silent power hidden behind those eyes that were staring into yours right now. This wasn’t just a rough fuck, though he was squeezing your neck tighter than before.

Your head was hanging off of the side of the sofa as he continued to plunge in and then pull out. You saw love and respect in his eyes. You were his mate now - the bond was formed, and it would be cemented once his sperm was inside of you.

“Take it, make our baby strong,” M said, throwing his hand back. He let go of your throat, which brought color back to your vision, to play with your clit as he got closer to his climax. As your own came, overpowering you with white waves from head to toe, M’s hit him. He shuddered, releasing himself inside of you with a beastial growl worthy of a bear rather than a wolf.

You struggled to get your breath back, laying limp against the sofa. You would have to disinfect it before the rest of the guys came in, but th sex was worth it. Your chest was heaving when M slowly pulled out, taking his time to make sure that his cum didn’t seep out of you. “Do you feel better now?” You asked, bringing your head up onto the couch to be a little more comfortable. Your eyes caught onto the sight of his cock, still mostly stiff but starting to soften. He was still so big, it was no wonder why you were so sore and unable to move. “Enough stress release?”

“I meant what I said,” M said, finally moving and helped you adjust so your whole body was on the couch, and untied your hands. He knew modesty wasn’t an issue, but he draped a throw blanket over top of you. “I want you to be my mate.”

You snuggled into the couch, taking your arms out from beneath the blanket to hold his hand. “Are you asking me or telling me?”

M chuckled, looking away from you to the windows, seeing the cleaning going on outside. It was an after dinner ritual. “Both.”

“Silly man,” You shook your head. “Go get something to eat. You’re going to need your strength back after that.”

“Taking care of me already?” M asked, getting to his feet.

“Uhh - I’ve been doing it for ages, thanks for noticing.”

“That’s my girl.”

#M Shadows #M Shadows x reader #M Shadows oneshot #Avenged Sevenfold #Avenged Sevenfold oneshot #matt sanders #matt sanders x reader #matt sanders oneshot #oneshot #oneshots #request #mshadows

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quality-street-rat · 2 years

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Y/n: It's not slime, it's mucus

Eren: What the fuck did you just put on me?!

Armin, sighing: it's hand sanitizer. They do this to me at least once a month.

#zip it matt #shitpost #aot #attack on titan x reader #gender neutral y/n #armin aot #eren aot #thomas sanders #old vines #eren's band of idiots

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allthingsfangirl101 · 4 years

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Zac Efron Masterlist

* Contains SMUT

Requests are open. DM me on Tumblr or Wattpad

Zac Efron Imagines

First Impressions

Much Needed Interference

Useless

A New Life With Twins

Drunken Pranks

Haunted By The Past

A Birthday Full of Surprises

Audience Support Member

Wish I Were Heather

Accidents and Therapy

Jealously Looks Good On You

The Girl Next Door

Like A Virgin*

Birthday Babe

Abusive Ex

My Hero

Car Accident, Part 2

Rough Day*

Motherhood Fears

Body-Shaming, Part 2*

I’ll Be Home For Christmas

Baby’s First Christmas

New Year’s Eve Help

A Kiss To Remember

Therapy Struggles

Apology Flowers

Camping Trip

Wedding Rollercoaster

Valentine’s Day Set Up

Valentine’s Day Reunion

Enemies?*

Coworkers With Benefits*, Part 2*

Worth It

Treat You Better

The Perfect Goodbye*

Two Truths

Cliffs of Courage

A Couple’s Accident

Timing, Part 2*

Midnight Adventures

Without Fail

Drunken Confession

Unexplainable, Part 2

Stop the Girl

What Ifs

Camping Surprises

Parental Consequences

All Types of Surprises

Rehearsal Dinner Disaster

Soulmate Tattoos

Stranded, Part 2*

97%

Happiest Birthday on Earth

Baby Fever

For Better Or For Worse

The Real Fire

Too Much

Wedding Jitters

What Cheaters Deserve*

Father-Daughter Bonding

Anything For You

Letting You Down

Watching Over You

Rehearsal Giggles

Thanksgiving Chaos

High School Musical Sweethearts

Phillip Carlyle Imagines

More Than Business Partners

A Judgemental World

Mysteriously Familiar

A Family Circus

Barnum’s Daughter

The Fire

Falling For You

A Not-So-Blind Date

Forbidden Love Part 1, Part 2

You Know I Want You

Igniting Our Feelings

Unlucky Reunions

Always Protected

The Recruit

Charlie St. Cloud Imagines

Caught In A Storm, Part 2

Cemetery Confessions

PTSD

The Funeral

Panicked Confession

Special Night Gone Awry*

Teddy Sanders Imagines

A Game of Tease, Part 2

Frat Boy Has A Heart

The Frat President Facade

Jealousy Wars, Part 2

Fraternity vs. Sorority*

You Again

Matt Brody Imagines

Lifeguard By Luck

How To Save A Lifeguard

Breaking Stereotypes

Unexpected Friends

Old Friends

Overly Protective Coworkers

Saving The Girl Next Door

Just A Summer Job, Part 2

A Change of Heart, Part 2

Not A Lifeguard. . . Yet

Partners in Crime

Troy Bolton Imagines

The Summer Things Changed

Saved By The Dancing Boys

Broken Heart Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4

Our Final Game

Painful Secrets

The Other Evans

Once A Wildcat

Logan Thibault Imagines

A Picture and A Promise

Finally Home

Sending You Home

M.I.A.

An Eager Homecoming*

Reunion*

Miracles Happen

Other Imagines

Muse Inspiration–Cole

Getting The Girl Back,Part 2-Dave Stangle

New Opportunity–Cole

New Girl In Town–Link Larkin

Plan B, C, D, and E–Cole

Jealousy Fails–Dave Stangle

The Bully–Mike O’Donnell

Secret Talent-Link Larkin

In Love With The Rising Star–Link Larkin

Full Novels

Finding My Memory

Telepathic Love (Zac Efron)

The Friendship Group Dynamic (Jason)

Second Chances (Zac Efron)

Fake Fiancé (Mob Boss Imagine) COMING SOON!

Forced New Beginnings (Zac Efron) COMING SOON!

#zac efron #zac efron x reader #phillip carlyle #thegreatestshowman #teddy sanders #neighbors #charlie st. cloud #matt brody #baywatch #cole #We Are Friends

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moeyy-writes · 3 years

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Imagine realizing you’re in love with Syn...

Synyster Gates (Brian Haner Jr.) x Reader

Warnings: None, really. Just a vague description of a beautiful man.

A/N: Here’s a fic for one of my obscure fandoms. Or, should I say, bandoms. I mean, come on, this is a band full of beautiful people...

My Full Master List

Brian was strumming his guitar, waiting for the production assistant to start the recording again. He was practicing his intricate riff for the song the band was currently working on. And, as always, you were there for moral support.

After all, your dad owned the whole freaking studio.

Brian wore his headphones over his ears, his fingers dancing nimbly along the neck of the instrument. He was so immensely talented. It was like watching a work of art in progress.

But, when he looked up and locked eyes with yours, your heart did something you didn’t remember it doing before. It pounded, threatening to burst through your ribcage. What the hell? You closed your eyes, then slowly opened again. But, Syn’s eyes were still staring back.

Was he always that handsome? Sure, he was funny, gifted, and almost too sweet for his own good. He was a shy, introverted goofball who came to life around this true friends. But handsome? As of right now, he was the most beautiful thing on Earth.

Brian’s lips finally moved, offering you a sweet smile. You returned the gesture, trying your hardest to hide the sudden urge to run in there and devour those lips with yours.

“Okay, Bri. You ready?” the production assistant asked. He never broke his gaze.

“Yeah, ready when you are.”

You almost launched off your seat as Matt chuckled beside you. You totally forgot he was there. You turned to him, shaking your head as he gave you a look of concern, then peered back over at Brian. When your gaze met again, he winked, then glanced down at his guitar.

You gasped as your breath was sucked from your lungs. Damn, this man was going to be the death of you. But, you tried your best and hold your composure as Brian finished his last bit of recording for the day. And more importantly, you searched for the courage to admit just what kind of effect he had on you.

#synyster gates #synyster gates x reader #synyster gates and reader #brian haner jr #m. shadows #matt sanders #avenged sevenfold

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allandoflimbo · 4 years

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Take It Back (Chapter 26)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Summary: About five years ago, a one night stand with Y/N tore Bucky’s life apart. It was also the night before his wedding. Now he’s married to her sister and she needs a place to stay.

Chapter Warnings: None.

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Boys workin' on empty Is that the kind'a way to face the burning heat? I just think about my baby I'm so full of love I could barely eat

Paris, France

She was a sight to behold - a silver tweed dress that fell just above the knees, accompanied by black six-inch heels with red soles; Louboutins.

Her long hair cascaded down her exposed back as she threw her head back in a gorgeous sounding laugh that had all the men around ogling her.

She held a tight grip on the vanilla flavored champagne, the other hand holding onto the clutch that carried her spare euros and a MAC matte red lipstick.

A particular brunette man had his hand on her lower back as she reached over to put her glass down, his wide smile mimicking hers.

Where his black suit hugged his male-model physique, her tan legs ran for days passed the edges of her dress and into her shoes- toned and appearing worked out to perfection.

At least that’s what the envious woman around her thought. Especially little blonde Kelly Sanders who eyed her from across the banquet floor, in a Valentino and all.

Little did they - Kelly especially - know that she was genetically lucky. Not having to go a day to the gym, she’d been blessed with curves in the right spots, a decent speed metabolism, and imperfections that were constantly overlooked, but to Ashlyn were bluntly obvious.

Not that she wanted people to see her imperfections or for them to vocally state their awareness about it - she had enough of that to deal with from her nagging self because of her extremely low self-confidence - but, sometimes, she wondered if the love the people around her showed her was really genuine.

She knew Tony’s wasn’t.

The only genuine thing in her life right now was Bucky, and she was ruining it because she thought she had been doing them a favor. Anything that once had a potential to be good in her life had been jeopardized by her, and she had spent the last five years trying to make up for it.

She’d do anything for her husband.

When you had turned to her in the train that one day many years ago, and brought up Kelly and her boyfriend and how they had gotten engaged after only five months of dating, any doubt she had about moving too quickly with Bucky had left her mind.

There was no doubt in her mind that what she had with him was rare and true love.

When she had seen his perfect blue eyes for the first time and the way he had reached out to flick a snowflake off of her hair, she had been caught in a trance.

It was like something out of a movie and her heart had fluttered when he gave her that iconic smile.

The smile that would soon belong to the man she’d end up marrying.

She knew who he was when she met him, but she had lied and pretended like she didn’t know. She was afraid of coming clean after so many months, afraid that it would make it look like she did it out of using him, when the truth was that she didn’t want him to think that his reputation was why she wanted to be with him in the first place.

They had swapped numbers after their first encounter, and she fell in love with him after two weeks, and she was certain he felt the same way.

Even you saw it; that un-denying chemistry.

Bucky was sweet, he was kind, and he was everything she had been waiting for since her parents had died.

After their death, she had felt more alone than ever.

She had already faced bipolar and other emotional issues before their death, you (her little sister), seeming to be the only light in her life anymore.

She knew there was times where she felt like she did things that didn’t make sense, or say things that didn’t make any sense either.

She would most often than not, realize it too late, but she knew.

She did it because of herself. She felt worthless and she felt like she deserved every consequence that was handed her way. She didn’t know why- maybe it was whatever unbalanced chemicals that were being produced in her brain that made her feel a certain way about herself.

Since a child, she never really found her true herself or who she was.

She was never certain about her identity, to begin with.

She didn’t help her mother cook in the kitchen like you did, and she never fit into any clique at school. She’d ditch going out on Friday nights to instead help you with your homework or your hair and makeup so you could go out and meet your friends.

Her senior year she had ditched the cafeteria and resorted to eating her lunch in the bathroom stall, the loneliness and the fear of being alone forever engulfing her.

The echoes of the footsteps in the bathroom from her classmates as she chewed her peanut butter and jelly sandwich - swallowed down by a gulp of chocolate milk - were her lullabies.

Not too long after, she was diagnosed with bipolar and depression by age nineteen, making sure she was keeping it from everyone around her.

The last thing she wanted was to be treated the way she viewed herself.

The reason people were distant wasn’t because she was bullied or because people thought she was weird, she just didn’t know who exactly she was.

She didn’t know who she was until Bucky Barnes showed it to her.

He saved her in many more ways than she could ever say, and she goddamn loved him for it. He was her saving grace, and his presence reminded her just how much she needed to take care after you.

After your parent’s death she had become distant again, her depression was worst and she took it out on you, by no fault of her own.

When Bucky came into the picture, and he had upped her spirits in surprising ways that made her unbelievably happy, it was like a fog was cleared from her eyes and she was reminded that she had to take care of you.

It happened all because of him.

Ashlyn loved him with all her heart, but it came with a price.

Because of him, she discovered herself, and what she liked was material things and doing things for her husband, that in the long run, would benefit him [them].

Everything that she had transformed herself to become, which was now making her happier than ever, she had done it because of and for him.

And now that she’d been doing better mentally, after taking many drugs and lots of therapy, she found herself falling into the arms of another man.

When Mr. Barnes had taken her aside after their first interview, he had looked at her a certain way that made her tummy turn in uncertainty.

She had trembled slightly in apprehension as she saw a familiar form in his hand.

Resting his leg on his desk, his eyes darkened but remained on her.

It wasn’t to deny, Mr. Barnes had been a beautiful man (a silver fox in all ways), but he had made her feel uneasy with the way he stared at her ass when she had greeted her son earlier in the lobby.

The interview had gone well until she saw in his right hand a piece of paper that would either make or break it all.

“You didn’t have to keep this from us. Not me, especially my son, as I’m assuming he doesn’t know. Is there a reason why you chose to not mention this?”

He took Ashlyn’s silence as his answer and makes a sound of understanding.

“Why,” he taps the papers against his legs and walks around to sit in his big chair behind his desk, “did you keep your medical records a secret?”

Ashlyn swallowed nervously, her mouth opening but no sound coming out.

“Did you think this would stop me from hiring you?” Mr. Barnes wasn’t yelling, but his voice was strong. When she doesn’t say anything, he leans over his desk, drops the paper down, and with crossed hands continues, “look, you’re a sweet girl. And I see a lot of potential in you. You have good qualities, you stick up for what you want regardless of if it’s right or wrong-“

She couldn’t help it.

“I’m sorry, you got that from a fifteen-minute interview?” Ashlyn chuckles nervously.

Mr. Barnes smiles.

“Trust me, I have good instinct. Anyway, am I wrong?” When Ashlyn doesn’t respond, Mr. Barnes smirks, eyes drifting once more to her gorgeous legs, “bipolar, depression, anxiety, personality disorder, a manic episode-“ Ashlyn flinches with each word thrown at her, she feels it eating away at her bones and most importantly - her dignity. He notices and his eyes soften, “It’s nothing to be ashamed of. Many famous businessmen, celebrities, big figure names—suffer from the same illnesses. It doesn’t make you any less human or capable.”

A breath of relief escapes her lungs.

Ashlyn nodded.

He smirked.

“Come here, I want to show you something.”

She had followed him out to the large window and stood there next to her for a few minutes before continuing.

“You see this?” Ashlyn followed his gaze out into the city, the hundreds of people walking below in the streets, the famous buildings hanging high in the skies like goddamn trophies, “Barnes Enterprises owns about seventy five percent of everything you’re seeing. From the Hudson to the bay-“ He turned slowly to Ashlyn and examined her face, “I see the way your eyes shine when you look at it.”

Ashlyn swallows as her eyes drift down, “It’s all really nice. Everything he’s done for me so far, it’s almost like he knows exactly what I need. It’s like he’s cured me.” She trembled slightly under his heavy gaze and as his finger played with a strand of her that was on her shoulder.

“And what is it that you need?”

Ashlyn thought about it- really thought about it. The answer was simple, and it wasn’t one that she had ever expected to be the answer to all her issues. After Bucky had given her the apartment, the job, and now looking at the city, she knew exactly what it was that she wanted.

“Everything.”

Barnes’ bit his bottom lip and nodded, looking once more out the window.

“Perfect. Look I think you’ll be perfect for this job more than you think. If anything I’m going to want your help, but it’s something that can only stay between us. It will make you happy and it will help you.” “Of course, anything.”

Mr. Barnes sighed.

“Look, Bucky’s a great kid, as I’m sure you know. But he’s got some weaknesses. He thinks too much with his heart. I’m going to want you to work under my eye, and there are certain tasks you might have to do that at first won’t make sense to you, but in the long run you will see it pay off. That is, if I choose you to stay.”

His words at first had surprised her. Bucky’s own father wanted Ashlyn to keep a secret from him. She loved Bucky and she loved the things he was doing for her.

“It will help me?” Her voice shook with uncertainty.

“Yes.”

It was on their trip to Paris that it had happened.

It was a simple assistant job, follow Mr. Barnes around like a fucking chihuahua taking his calls, making sure everything was in order, keeping appointments, etc.

She made sure that all his emails were read and she read lines with him on what he had to say to Tony at their meeting the following night.

Everything was all set until it was time for her to go to her own hotel room when Mr. Barnes stopped her.

She spun around with a small frown and asked if there was something she had missed. He simply shook his head and beckoned her with his finger to walk over to him.

She hesitated for a moment until those familiar eyes took her in, shivering at how it sent a weird warmth down her body that she didn’t expect.

Somewhere along the way, she’d ended up between his legs. His hands had been on her waist and her own hands in his silver luxurious hair.

He had started with simple kisses around her belly button around the heavy rummaging of his corse hands on her denim were the only sound.

In the back of her head, she had that burning guilt of the reminder of her boyfriend and she pushed him away softly, almost painfully.

“Mr. Barnes, this is wrong.”

“Remember that test I was telling you about? This is it, Ashlyn. If you can do this, you can do anything. And you can have anything you want.”

She wanted to be cured, she wanted to be okay again like when she was a child. She hated her illness, and the only thing that seemed to make her better was what Mr. Barnes was offering her.

He was right. Wasn’t he?

She felt a heavy knot in her throat.

“You can’t tell Bucky.”

“No. Never. That would ruin everything.”

She took in his words and after a few more seconds succumbed to his ‘test’.

She’d gone down on him and she had felt disgusted with herself. When he was finished, she wanted to run out of that room and call Bucky, tell him she loved him.

She was turned away and had wiped her mouth one more time on the back of her hand when that husky voice from behind her started again.

“Have you ever owned a five thousand dollar purse before?”

She had thought that was a weird question, especially after just giving a man a blowjob.

“No.”

“It’d look good on you. I’ll take you tomorrow to get one.”

Her brows furrowed.

“I don’t have five thousand dollars.”

“Yes, yes you do.”

The second he said it everything in her head finally clicked.

Anything she wanted really could be hers.

The first few work ‘trips’ and ‘meetings’ after that night killed her. Her love for Bucky was still so strong and the guilt ate her alive.

But Mr. Barnes promised her that what she was doing would be for him, too. It was good for the both of you, he had said. And Ashlyn believed him.

She had to convince Stark and Pymm for a percentage of their company's proceeds and it was up to her. She hated that she was spending more time away from her boyfriend and she noticed how much it was tearing them apart.

But it was strange because part of her was no longer depressed. She finally felt beautiful and happy, like she was meantfor something.

She felt wanted.

Her happiness soon became bigger than the pain she felt for cheating on Bucky. He still loved her anyway.

He wouldn’t leave her.

Her escapades with Hank had been brief and almost felt pointless.

For the most part, he’d just lay there beneath her like the old man he was and let her ride him until his body jerked.

She’d go back to Barnes’ shower and scrub her skin until it was raw, almost certain that with the way their sex was going it wasn’t going to turn into a good result.

They weren’t going to get the percentage Barnes Enterprises was hoping for.

To say she was surprised when Mr. Barnes told her they’d gotten forty percent of the gross pay, after their disappointing fuck fest, was an understatement.

Maybe she was better than she thought.

Maybe Bucky was right, she really was perfect.

Then she met Tony.

She thought that what she had with Bucky was true love until Tony.

Unfortunately, it was unrequited.

She had been shattered at the thought of what she had allowed her heart to feel and what she had ruined. When Bucky had run out that night to God knows where, she had finally had a taste of her own medicine. And it was fucking bitter.

She needed Bucky in her life. He was her guardian angel.

But she also needed to do it for her health. She couldn’t risk the chance of Bucky finding out about what she had done and and leaving her with nothing.

She was afraid of what would happen to her sanity.

So her and Mr. Barnes came up with a plan. It would not only help salvage the company but it would keep Ashlyn at peace. After all, he’d convinced her that she was mentally stronger at keeping a better financial outcome for the company than Bucky ever would.

His thought process was too logical, hers was more practical.

The moment she promised herself that she would no longer cheat was exactly four years ago, about a year into their marriage.

Her change of heart was mainly because there was no longer a reason for it, she had the money she needed, THEY had it all.

She tried so hard to love him again and to make him love her again.

And one day, it almost seemed like they did.

It almost seemed too good to be true. And now, they had a baby on the way.

This was their second chance.

She thought for many nights of asking Bucky about the one night he ran out on her many years ago. She thought about asking where it was he had ran to, but she knew she couldn’t handle it.

She was thankful he never brought it up again.

For a while, everything seemed great.

Until you showed up again, the so-called light of her life.

It was like Bucky’s switch flipped and it had been how it used to be five years ago.

And that’s how she ended up at Steve’s front door.

It didn’t take more than three persistent knocks for the door to swing open.

She was met with Steve’s distraught expression which quickly turned into shock.

“Ashlyn.”

Ashlyn was momentarily stunned as she looked back at the face that she hadn’t seen in years.

“Steve.”

Steve swallowed hard as his eyes darted down her body, his grip on the door tightening.

“What are you doing here?”

“I think you know why I’m here.”

Multiple possibilities swam through Steve’s head and a strange fear that he couldn’t place crept up his spine.

He tilted his head.

“I can’t talk right now—“

“Like hell, you can’t, Rogers.”

Ashlyn had moved up until her our hand was on his door, trying to pry it open. He stared up at her, eyes still bloodshot.

“What do you want?” He whispered painfully.

Her eyes were just as pained, “I need to talk to you, please.”

He looked at her for a second longer, contemplating if he would be able to handle another wave of drama after what he had just experienced in his now ex-girlfriend’s hotel room, before finally letting Ashlyn in.

“Please tell me what you were doing with Bucky.”

She says after he has the door closed. She notes the way the muscles in his back tense at her words, the heavy puff of air that escapes his lungs as his fingers flex against the wood of the door.

“Please, Steve. What don’t I know?”

“I-“ his breath catches in his throat as he plays back the image of his best friend and his girl next to a used condom, “You should call him.”

“He’d hiding something isn’t he?” Steve took in a deep breath as he ran a hand down his face, “Please, Ash—“

“Is it business-related, or does it have to do with something else?” Steve pinches the bridge of his nose, “You don’t know what I’ve been through, how hard I have tried to salvage our marriage. And just when I thought I had him back, he’s hiding something and I know it.”

“I’m sorry,” Steve mumbles as he turns around to make his way to the living room, walking right past Ashlyn with a stern face.

“If you’re sorry you would tell me what you know, you would tell me the real reason you left, you would explain to me-“

“Will you stop?”

His sudden shout shocks both of them. Ashlyn’s breathing hard as she sees the fresh tears sprung his eyes.

“I know it’s hard. It’s fucking hard, I know. But I’m not in the mood right now to be anyone’s psychologist or couples mediator. You want to know everything, why don’t you try communicating with your husband? Why don’t you ask him your damn self, Ashlyn?” He watches as she started to cave into herself, eyes looking away from him in shame.

“I’m afraid.”

It comes out quietly. Steve’s sighs in disappointment - disappointment with himself for the way he snapped at you.

“I’m sorry. I know it’s hard to ask something you secretly don’t want the answer to, and damnit, I feel horrible that I can’t be the one to speak to you about it. It has to be him.”

A few tears run down her face as they both stand there in silence.

Steve’s eyebrows dart up as he sees Ashlyn reach for the buttons of her wool coat, unbuttoning it slowly.

It isn’t until she has it draped over her right arm and she faces him completely -eyes darting towards her belly- that he realizes what she was showing him.

His eyes dart immediately to her stomach. If it wasn’t for her move or for where her gaze was, he wouldn’t have even noticed the small little bump.

He swallows thickly as many emotions course through his body.

“Are you…?” It comes out softly.

She nods.

He was angry at his best friend for doing what he did to his wife - his pregnant wife-, he was confused because did you know about this, and he felt pain for Ashlyn. For the betrayal, she would feel when she found out what Bucky did to her.

He felt pity.

Steve walked over to his couched and motioned for Ashlyn to follow him.

“Please.”

She became timid under his gaze as she brushed a few tears off her face.

“Tell me everything.”

Ashlyn took a deep breath and started from the beginning, but leaving out the inappropriate details that involved Mr. Barnes, Tony, and Hank.

“—I knew we were going through a rough patch, and it was mostly my fault because I was so busy with work, but he shouldn’t have given up on me so easily. I still tried so hard to fight for us, but something was distracting him. I don’t know what, I mean at one point I thought maybe he was even cheating on me- kissing some other girl on the side- but never actually fornicating. He’s too good.”

Steve’s gaze trailed down the side of the couch, his heart grew heavy.

“Right?”

Steve reached over and took Ashlyn’s hand in his, “I’m sorry you’ve both been going through all this. You don’t deserve it. But I can’t tell you what I know.” “Why?” “Because it’s not my place. But you need to talk to him as soon as possible,” Steve ran his hand through his hair, “I can’t stand that son of a bitch right now, but at the end of the day, I can’t get it out of my head that he’s still that same little boy I grew up with. I want to hate him so much, but I still have some kind of respect that I just can’t shake.”

“What happened between both of you, if it doesn’t relate to me? You seem shaken up.”

Steve was caught off guard by her questions.

“Look, I think you should go—“

Steve stood up quickly before the tears could make its way up his throat.

“Steve-“

“Please take care of yourself, Ashlyn.”

“It’s so hard not being able to touch you,” you whimper when you get a chance to pull away from his mouth, “But we can’t. Not until we tell her.”

His fingers continued to trail down your chin and you got lost in his touch again.

“James.”

You whimpered softly. You were hypnotized by his presence as he leaned in to kiss you.

You kissed him back deeply, moaning the second his tongue flicked against yours.

You ran your left hand up through his hair and your leg wrapped around his waist. He groaned as he ground up against you.

“Just once more.” He whimpered into the soft skin of your neck.

“We can’t keep doing this—“ your hands drifted down to the buckle of his belt, “we can’t.”

You continued to open up his fly.

He was panting while he looked down at what you were doing.

“Then stop,” he met your eyes in an intense stare that left you shaking, “I dare you.”

Your only response was to raise yourself higher onto your elbows, grabbing him in a harsh kiss.

“One more time.” You breathed out.

He kissed you again and again.

You shuddered as you felt the tips of his fingers on the waist of your jeans and underwear.

Your kisses began to get heated and you had to physically pull yourself away from him.

“Bucky, wait.”

“What’s wrong?” “We’re good people, but look at what we’re doing to the people around us. I love you so much, but I can’t keep doing this knowing that they are still hurting.”

“So what do you suggest we do?” “We need to speak to Steve. We need to explain everything. And then Ashlyn needs to know.” You watched as he visibly swallowed hard. You reached for his left hand and played with the ring there, “I can’t keep having sex with you when you’re still married to her.”

“You’re right. No, I agree.”

You’re both sitting next to each other and Bucky reaches over to grab his leather coat when a vibrating sound startles the both of you. Your eyes furrow together as an unknown caller comes up on the screen.

“Hello?” “Why hello to you, too.” “Nat?”

Yours and Bucky’s eyes meet briefly.

“The one and only.”

Nat sits in a coffee shop, and she twirls the edge of her mug with a pointer finger. Across from her is Wanda, her face in her hands.

“How have you been? You cut me off and not even an “I miss you” either?”

You let out a long sigh, guilt consuming you.

“Look, Nat. Its been a hard five years,” your eyes flicker up to Bucky again and he gives you a sad look, “I’m sorry, I do miss you. I missed all of you.”

“Listen, tell Bucky I need to steal you for tonight. He wouldn’t mind now would he?” Nat smirked while Wanda groaned into her hand.

You’re shocked, and you’re quite positive Bucky heard her judging by his equally stunned face.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You add in a fake/nervous laugh for extra measure.

“Who do you think sent Barnes after you in the first place?” You don’t answer still shocked, “Tonight, come out to dinner with me and my friend. We have a plan. I’ll text you details.”

She hangs up on you and you're left fazed and confused as you look down at your phone.

“What was that?” Bucky asks concerned.

“Nat wants to meet up with me tonight. She says she has some sort of plan.” “Plan for what?” “I have no idea.”

Bucky nods. He’s just got his shows slipped on when he walks over to you, planting a deep kiss on your swollen lips.

You part them slightly, letting your hand go to the back of his neck, pulling him in deeper into you.

When you both pull away he smiles at you,

“Everything will be fine. You go meet Nat, as I’m sure she misses you just as much as you miss her. I think I’m gonna go to talk to Steve.” “Are you sure?”

Bucky nodded, “Yeah. Bro to bro.”

Steve knew that by the second time that evening if one more person were to knock crazily on his front door, he would burn his apartment down along with his body.

He was so exhausted he didn’t even care to look through the peephole before ripping it open.

What he was face to face with was the last thing he was expecting.

He sucked in a deep breath through his nose.

He didn’t hesitate before shutting it closed again in Bucky’s face.

“Come on, man.” Bucky sighed as he ran a hand through his hair. He raised his hand and knocked once more, “Please.”

Steve remained silent, back leaned up against his door.

“I know all of this is a mess, but I want to explain myself. It’ll make sense if you just let me talk,” Steve’s eyes closed tight together, “Steve, please.” Bucky leaned his hand down to the doorknob and jiggled it, “Come on. You’re my best friend.”

Steve let his back drag down the door, bringing his knees to his chest.

Bucky took a deep breath, “Fine. I’ll talk and you can listen.”

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Marvel Master-List

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Smut: **

Avengers

Imagine waking up and being in the Marvel world and being best friends with the Avengers

Bucky Barnes/Sebastian Stan

Don’t Let Go (Bucky Barnes x Reader) **

Imagine being friends with TJ and dating Bucky, then them believing they are twins

Paranoia

Interrogation p1 p2

Secret Santa Soldier

Happy Birthday

I’d Rather Look at You

Bucky Imagine

A Million Dreams

Tattoos and Mind Games

I Dare You**

Sparks Part 1 Two Three Four Five Six Seven** Eight Nine End (Bucky x reader series Done)

Not Good Enough

Cross the Line**

Once in a Hundred Lifetimes (Soulmate!AU)

Dream of Me**

Life and Death (Death!Bucky x Life!Reader)

Yes, Sir**

Unexpected**

Finishing What You Can’t**

We Missed You** (Bucky x pregnant!Reader)

I Don’t Share

Jealous**

Truth Hurts Part One Two Three Four Five** Six** Seven** Eight Nine Ten Eleven Twelve End (complete)

Flatter Me

My Best Girl (1940s!Bucky x Rogers!Reader)

Iti place asta** (Sebastian Stan x reader)

Practice Makes Perfect** (Sebastian Stan x Reader)

Training Day**

Take It Easy With Me Please

Steve

Imagine Joining Team Captain

Imagine meeting Steve while running with your dog.

1940′s (1940s!Steve x Reader)

Dating Steve Rogers Would Include

Imagine joining Team Cap

Fireworks

Always (Steve x Bucky)

Sticky Mess (Steve x Bucky)

In My Bed**

Let Me Take Care of You**

Make It Hurt**

A Surprising Start

Captain**

First Kiss

Against the World

All My Fault

Maximoffs

A Trip (Pietro Maximoff x Reader)

Drabble # 48 (Pietro Maximoff x Reader)

Taking a Trip (Wanda Maximoff x Reader)

Imagine having a crush on Wanda and she saves you during battle.

Third Experiment (The Maximoff Twins x platonic! reader)

Platonic!Wanda Maximoff Imagine

Imagine Pietro saving you during the battle against Ultron.

Imagine Pietro using his speed to sneak up on you and kiss you.

Guardian (Pietro x Reader)

Alone (Pietro x reader)

Hoodie (Wanda x Reader)

Thor

Imagine being a genetically modified human who can turn into a giant snake who tries to hypnotize Thor…

Imagine being a goddess and being betrothed to Thor

Imagine being one of the only people that visit Loki in his cell and the only one who can calm him down when he is upset or angry.

Strong Like Thunder, Soft Like Rain (Thor x Reader)

Loki

Learn to Behave** (Loki x reader)

I’m Here (Loki x reader)

Love to Hate You: Part One Two Three Four Five Six Seven Eight** Final (Loki x Reader series Complete)

Tricks** (Loki x Reader)

Desperate** (Loki x Reader)

Sam Wilson

A Shoulder to Cry On

Natasha

Imagine going on a mission with Natasha and pretending to be a couple.

Bruce Banner

Imagine Bruce finding out that you have a stalker.

Peter Parker

Peter Parker Imagine

Panic

Alone Part 2

Protective

Peter Quill

God or Not ** (Peter Quill smut)

Imagine joining Team Iron Man

My Outlaw

T’Challa

A Teacher

Dr.Strange

Sorcerer (Doctor Strange x Reader)

Seduction**

X-Men

Monsters in my Head (Kurt Wagner x reader)

Sound of Silence (Charles Xavier x Reader)

Metal **(Smut implied) (Warren Worthington iii x Reader)

Deadpool

Imagine being Deadpool's biggest fan

The Second Merc with a Mouth

Deadpool Smut**

Misc and Crossovers

Imagine going to Baskin Robbins, meeting Scott and him Flirting with you.

Imagine being Matt ‘Shadows’ Sanders sister and dating Scott.

Imagine being apart of Team Captain America but your true home is Storybrooke because you’re Alice and the wife of Jefferson. (Jefferson x Reader)

Imagine the Avengers meeting your boyfriend, Entoan (Gunner), for the first time and them actually liking him. (Entoan x Reader)

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I Can’t Stay Any Longer - Part 2

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Hello! I decided to repost my stories on my new blog. If you have any questions, feel free to send me an ask or a pm. This was written about a year ago, so be nice heheheh

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Relationships: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Summary: Reader and Bucky are living together after the events of Ultron and, in the midst of a nightmare, Bucky does something he truly regrets.This follows the aftermath of Reader’s injury. (Y/N - your name)

Warnings: angst, blood, injured reader, swearing, medical procedures, hospital scenario

Word Count: 3659

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Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Epilogue

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I Can’t Stay Any Longer - Part 2 by just-a-kj-blog, previously nenyakj

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Previously:

My breath begins to rattle in my chest. When I cough and bright red drops spatter the sheets, I snap out of my reverie and wipe my mouth, avoiding the wounds, staring at the shiny red on my fingertips. I cough again, pain shooting through my ribs, and more blood splatters the bed and the floor.

“Oh shit,” I whisper. This is not good… I’m bleeding internally… into my lungs.

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I scramble for my phone on the nightstand, gasping in pain as sharp points stab inside my chest.

Shit, my ribs are broken!!

I frantically push the emergency call button on the phone screen, selecting the contact closest to my thumb. A sleepy voice answers.

“Mmm-ello? What the hell, Y/n, if this a booty call it better be for the whole booty.”

“Tony!” I weep, relieved, my hands shaking. I cough again and vomit a small pool of blood onto my bedroom floor.

“Y/n??” He wakes right up at that. “What’s going on, what’s happening? Where’s Frosty?”

“He’s gone,” I choke, blood bubbling out of my mouth, my tears that were held back so long finally dripping down my cheeks. Black spots bloom before my eyes, my breathing becoming shallow. My chest is so tight, I can’t breathe. “Tony, I'm…. I’m bleeding, please…”

My phone clatters onto the floor as I slump sideways against the bed, falling backwards onto my back with a painful thump. Tony’s small, frantic voice is the last thing I hear before slipping into unconsciousness.

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“She’s not breathing..”

“I need to intubate..”

“There’s too much blood…..”

“Come on, kid, breathe…”

“Tony, get back…”

“Natasha, she’s turning blue….”

………

“Steve, where the hell is Bucky…”

“…I don’t know….”

“That’s a hand print on her chest…”

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Bright lights glare red through my eyelids, slowly bringing me back to consciousness. Burning pain flares through my chest as I try to take a breath. My brain tries to shift through the fuzziness, my eyebrows furrowing, confusion scattering my thoughts. A tiny moan escapes my mouth and I hear faint shuffling next to me.

“Hey, there’s my girl,” I hear Steve whisper. A warm hand caresses my forehead, pushing my hair back.

Steve? What… where the hell am I? Why am I naked?! Oh, there’s a blanket, thank god.

I pry my eyes open, wincing at the glare of the fluorescent lights. The steady beep beep beep of the heart monitor, the drips of the IV embedded in the crease of my left arm. Steve’s gentle breathing as he leans closer to me. It all overwhelms my senses at once.

Ok, I’m at the hospital. Time to do a quick check. I wiggle my toes and flex my legs. Check. I wriggle my hips and twist my waist. Check. I tense my abs and stomach– yowch. I lift both arms. Ouch! Right arm hurts. I glance down at the bright blue bandages wrapped above my elbow. Images of flying back into the headboard sputter inside my fuzzy head. A flare of pain flashes at my lips. Reaching up, I startle when I feel the butterfly bandages.

I inhale deeply as it all comes back like a too-focused nightmare scattered across my mind’s eye and I sit up fast. Steve lunges for me as I cry out and clutch at my chest. My hand is met with thick bandages instead of thin blankets. Steve places a warm hand on my stomach and the other on my lower back for support.

My heart sinks as I prepare myself … and look down. The blankets have fallen to the bed, revealing wrappings encompassing my torso from the swell of my breasts to a few inches above my navel, Steve’s thumb gently rubbing soft circles against the cloth. Black and purple bruises in the shape long fingers stand out against the paleness of the off-white bandages, peeking out from underneath them.

“Y/n,” Steve whispers. “Y/n, try and relax. You’re safe now.”

I look up at him, my face blank with shock. I can’t believe Bucky did this to me. He would never, ever lay a hand on me. Now there’s glaring proof of what he would never do, for all the world to see.

Tears begin pouring down my cheeks as I reach for Steve, my face scrunching as sobs tear from my throat.

“It’s alright, honey. I’ve got you,” Steve reassures as he slides his arms to wrap them around me. Tucking my head under his chin, he gently smooths a hand across my back as I wail against his chest, careful of my injuries.

The door flies open as a very dishevelled Tony Stark stumbles in, his worried brown eyes focusing on me. My sobbing calms as I turn my head to him, sniffling.

“They said she woke up, I was just going to get coffee. I swear, I was here the whole time,” he promises me. “Shit, I forgot the coffee,” he rambles, looking very tired and out of sorts, hurrying to the side of the bed not occupied by Steve, placing his hand over Steve’s on my shoulder.

I can feel Steve look up at him, his chin moving against the top of my head as he speaks.

“How do they know she’s awake? She just woke up. Five seconds ago,” Steve whispers, amused.

“I was walking past the nurses’ station and overheard them. Must have noticed it on the monitor. I’m surprised I beat them here, to be honest–” Tony’s interrupted by what I assume is the doctor, judging by his confident smile and white lab coat, entering the open door followed by two nurses in bright blue scrubs.

“Miss Y/L/N, it’s good to see you awake,” he says as he approaches the foot of the bed. He’s very tall, probably as tall as Steve, with light tan skin and warm amber-colored eyes. His wavy dark chestnut hair is cut in a medium length atop his head, and shorn below the ears. I would guess his age to be in his late 30s. The lavender of his Oxford button up matches well with the matte black of his tie.

“My name is Dr. Gregory Sanders, I’m the head of the Pulmonary and Critical Care Department here at Mt. Sinai. These are my colleagues, Jennifer and Xiomara,” he waves a hand at each woman standing behind him, who nod and softly smile in my direction.

“Mr. Stark was adamant at giving you the most advanced care and treatment for your injuries, as well as discretion, therefore I am here to check up on you to explain things and check on your healing progress, also to answer any questions or concerns you may have. If you’ll pardon me, Captain,” Dr. Sanders smiles at Steve, motioning to his side of the bed.

“Of course, Doctor, excuse me,” Steve answers as he gives me a kiss on top of my head and steps away from the bed.

I wipe my tears discreetly with my fingers, blushing when the doctor hands me a tissue.

“Thank you,” I murmur, wiping my face, Tony taking it and tossing it in the trash.

The doctor smiles down at me. “No trouble at all.” He scoots the wheeled stool chair from under the small work table bolted to the wall and sits, unbuttoning his lab coat and glides over to me.

“Alright, Y/n, may I call you Y/n?” At my nod of consent, he smiles and continues. “First and foremost, I want you to know that you are safe here. Guards have been placed at your door 24/7-” I shoot Tony a side glare and he frowns at me “-and the staff have been notified to report any suspicious behavior to Mr. Stark or Captain Rogers.”

My heart skips a beat as I take this in. The only person who I would be in danger of is Bucky. And there’s no way in hell he would come back and hurt me again. He didn’t even mean to in the first place. But, knowing how that might sound to a stranger who doesn’t understand the situation, I remain quiet and nod in understanding.

“Alright, good. Now, I’m going to explain the extent of your injuries. Do you think you’re up for that?” the doctor kindly asks.

I take in a deep breath, regretting it immediately and cough at the tight squeeze around my chest. Thankfully no blood splatters anywhere this time, as I cover my mouth and wince, my other hand going to my sore ribs.

“Take it easy, Y/n. It is important to breathe deep to prevent pneumonia but slow and steady. Too fast will aggravate your injuries.” He places a hand gently on my elbow, then lowers it back to his lap.

I nod again, feeling Tony sit on the side of the bed and placing his hand between my shoulder blades. Steve watches from next to the head of the hospital bed, his hand on the mattress.

“Alright, dear. You arrived here roughly 18 hours ago, unconscious and in respiratory distress. You presented with a hemothorax, or bleeding in the lungs and the sacs surrounding them, making it difficult to breathe, almost like you were drowning. After clearing your lungs and stopping the bleeding in surgery, we discovered five of your ribs broken,” he places his hands on the center of his rib cage. “They were pushed inward, puncturing both lungs and very nearly piercing your heart.”

I see Steve’s hand clench tight into a fist out of the corner of my eye and feel Tony’s hand twitch on my shoulder.

“This was the result of a serious impact on your chest cavity, Y/n.” He peers down at the finger bruises peeking out from the top of the wraps. “I’ve never seen anyone actually shatter ribs with their bare hands.” Dr. Sanders looks back up at me, concern clearly visible in his eyes.

I duck my head, avoiding his gaze, feeling Tony’s hand tremble slightly against my back. I have no idea what Tony and Steve have told the staff here, or even if they’ve notified the police. Do they even know what happened? Do they know that Bucky’s gone? I don’t even remember anything after calling Tony, who got to me first? I have so many questions but I don’t want to ask any in front of the doctor. I have no idea what to say.

The doctor sighs and pats my knee. “Ok, we won’t get into that at the moment. What concerns me right now is your recovery.”

I sigh, wincing at the zing of pain, and bring my gaze back up, giving him my full attention once more.

“You were taken to the OR immediately upon arrival. A procedure called pleurodesis was performed. It’s where the surgeon inserts a tube into your lungs and vacuums out the fluid. Both of your lungs were punctured, so both were drained. You have incisions here and here,” he points to the lower corner of each side of my rib cage. “And also here and here,” He points both hands to the middle of my chest, a finger touching the middle swell of each breast. “These were made to reset your ribs and sew up the puncture wounds.

“And it’s important to limit movement while they heal,” the doctor continued. “A buildup of fluid is possible in the future, which, in case this happens, another procedure will need to be performed. Your ribs, unfortunately, there’s not much to be done. We reset them, as I said, and wrapped them up. We can only wait for them to heal now. You’ll want to take it easy and not twist or raise your arms above your head for at least two weeks. There’s no cast we can place around your torso, it would be quite painful and suffocating,” he winces.

“I’ve left instructions with Mr. Stark on the healing process and aftercare at home and do’s and don’ts, as well as prescriptions for pain and antibiotics. Follow those instructions for the antibiotics to the letter and finish the whole bottle,” he orders, pointing at me with an eyebrow raised.

I nod again, the corner of my mouth lifting up in a tiny smile.

“We will be administering antibiotics and pain medication here through your IV at different intervals, so there is no need to worry about that now. The wounds on your face,” he gestures to my mouth, “are superficial and should heal completely within a few weeks. Dab on antibacterial lotion after every shower and before bed and allow them to breathe every once and awhile without the band-aids. Now, because of the extent of your injuries, you will need to stay here for a least 72 hours. We want to keep you under observation, be sure there’s no infection and your lungs are returning to their full capacity. I want to keep you monitored until you are able to breathe in deeply without wanting to scream.” The doctor pats my knee and looks at Tony and Steve, then back to me.

“Do you have any questions or concerns?” he asks.

My brain fuzzes out, mind going blank. Nope, nothing in here.

“I think we’re fine for now, Doctor. Thank you for your time and the explanations,” Steve replies, running a hand through my hair.

“Of course. If you have any concerns, I’ve given my personal number to Mr. Stark, at his insistence. I’ll be happy to help.” Dr. Sanders nods to Steve and Tony, then clears his throat. “Alright, gentlemen, I am going to need to ask you to leave the room so I can examine our patient.” He smiles at me and reaches for the box of gloves behind him on the work table, pulling out two purple ones.

A flash of panic zings through my body as I finally speak.

“C-can they stay?” I ask, my voice raspy from disuse.

The good doctor looks up surprised and must see the panic on my face. “Of course, if that’s what you’re comfortable with, yes they may stay.” He motions for the nurses, who close the door and step forward.

Panic courses through me again and I press myself back into the raised bed as they approach me.

Tony, who froze when I asked if they could stay, finally got his head back in place and takes his hand in mine, moving back as the blonde nurse moves to my side and starts removing the clip holding the wraps together.

Steve places his large hand on the back of my neck, assuring me of his presence, not bothered at all that I asked them to stay.

I have to sit up so the nurse, Jennifer, I read from her name badge, can unwind the wrapping gently. For a fleeting second in my fear, I wish Bucky was here to comfort me. But then I remember. And breathe out a sob.

“You’re doing fine, Y/n,” the doctor gently reassures, patting my thigh as he scoots closer to the bed. Lowering the side railing, he helps remove the last of the wrapping and leans in close. “Alright, Y/n, can you lay on your back for me?”

I sniff and nod in response, laying back. The black curly-haired nurse with lovely caramel colored skin, Xiomara, I remember, steps behind Steve and lowers the bed to a few degrees above flat, Steve removing his hand from my neck.

Tony and Steve take in deep, sharp breaths simultaneously.

My face squinches as tears leak down the sides of my face, dripping into the shells of my ears. I don’t want to look. It must be bad if it takes them by surprise. I clench my eyes shut and exhale. Squeezing my hands into fists, one squeezing Tony’s hand pretty hard, I look down at myself. My stomach flips.

A deep purple-black bruise in the form of Bucky’s large hand sits right in between my breasts. A sob escapes my throat as I lay my head back down, trying to get a grip on myself.

It’s ok, it’s over with, now you just have to deal with taking care of yourself.

I take a breath and look down again. Two small white square gauze bandages held down by medical tape grace the middle swells of both breasts, right where the doctor said the incisions were made. More tears escape as I lean up a bit to look further down my chest. My eyes widen.

Blooms of dark blue and purple decorate the entire area of my ribs, just below the the bra line. I start to breath shallow in panic. What the hell??? Bucky didn’t touch me there!!

“Y/n, it’s alright, doll, deep breaths,” I hear Steve say, his voice quaking.

“Listen to the good Captain, there, sweetheart. This discoloration is from the hemothorax. The bleeding into lungs, remember? This is just bruising remaining from the blood, it will heal very quickly, I promise,” the doctor reassures.

“Ok, now rest your head, I’m going to examine you and make it as painless as I can, alright?”

I hold back another sob and reach for Steve’s hand, laying my head back down. He quickly envelops it in his large one. I glance up at him and see him watching the doctor’s hands intently, his jaw clenching. Glancing over at Tony, his usually tan face is ashen, his free hand crossing his chest and tucked under his armpit. His eyes are hard and focused as he watches the doctor.

My gaze drifts back to the ceiling, trying not to think about my naked chest on display. I trust Tony and Steve with my life. They found me, I assume, naked in my bedroom, covered in blood, so it’s not like it’s the first time they’ve seen me bare-chested. Still, it’s very unnerving.

I can feel the doctor’s cool hands as he palpates the bruise from Bucky’s hand. I hear him tell the nurses there is no change, no clots. He moves to each upper incision. I shiver and blush when his sleeve brushes against my nipple, feeling them pebble in response. I close my eyes, squeezing out more tears. Steve gently squeezes my hand. I hate feeling this vulnerable. I’m almost wishing it would just be over so I can curl up and cry in peace.

He checks under the bandages and claims them to be healing well, no sign of infection. His hands move to my ribs and he gently presses, feeling for the breaks. I squeak in pain when a sharp sting explodes under his fingertips. Tony jerks forward, but holds himself back at the last second, his hand shaking in mine.

“My apologies, Y/n, Mr. Stark. I know this is uncomfortable. We’re almost finished,” Dr. Sanders reassures, looking very apologetic.

His fingers find the last two incisions at the bottom of my rib cage. They are clean and healing well, no infections.

“Alright, my dear, can you sit up for me? We’re going to wrap you in fresh bandaging.”

I nod again, Steve and Tony leaning forward to grasp me by each shoulder and help lift me up.

Jennifer and Xiomara are quick to wrap me back up and Dr. Sanders makes quick notes into the room’s computer. The ladies ask me if I would like some ice chips and I nod eagerly, my throat sore and dry. They leave to fetch me the chips and more blankets and pillows.

Dr. Sanders finishes his report as Steve sits next to me on the bed. Sniffling, I lay back down, his hand resting on my thigh. Steve gently lifts the blankets up to shoulders, his face a picture of forced calm. Tony is still very shaken up and sits on the floor, his mop of messy brown hair the only thing visible from my point of view. He still has a death grip on my hand and I squeeze it gently.

“Ok, Y/n, last thing for now.” The doctor turns to us, holding up a peculiar device. “This is called a Voldyne Incentive Spirometer. You breathe into this tube as hard as you can to lift this little marble to the 2000 mark and hold it there for 15 seconds. It will help promote healing and prevent pneumonia. You need to use it every hour while you’re awake.”

He hands me the device and I nod. Steve takes it and places it on the rolling food table pushed against the wall in the corner.

“Alright then, my colleagues should be back soon with what you need. Please call me if there are any issues or questions. If there’s an emergency, push the nurse button on the side of your bed, there.” The doctor points to the inside of the railing as he pulls it back into place. There are several buttons, including ones to shift the bed into different positions, for the tv, and a bright red one with a nurse’s hat. I’m guessing that’s the one to call the nurse station.

“Be sure to rest plenty. You’re on a bland soft food diet for today, dinner will not be very exciting, I’m sorry to say. But you can have as many popsicles and ice chips as you want. Alright, Y/n, I’ll see you tomorrow. Captain, Mr. Stark.” He nods a farewell to them and leaves, wisely refraining from commenting on Tony’s position on the floor, quietly shutting the door behind him.

Reeling from that huge load of information, I plop my head back into the bed, blowing out a breath. Closing my eyes, I can feel both of Tony and Steve’s stares on me. My body tenses as I wait for the inevitable.

“What happened?” they both ask me at the same time.

I cringe and open my eyes. This is not going to be pleasant.

To be continued…

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synfulwritings · 3 years

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Imagine M “flirting” with Syn to make you “jealous”...

“Dude, c’mere,” Matt muttered over at your boyfriend, sporting a devilish grin. You watched the two friends, practically brothers, shared a momentary glance. What was M up to this time?

Brian just stared while Matt approached him. Honestly, the trust between them was almost impenetrable, and Brian didn’t really give a shit about what might happen anyway. So, he stepped closer.

M glanced back at you for a second, winked, then leaned in towards the other man. You giggled as you watched Matt lean in slowly, almost hesitantly, then tap a gentle kiss onto Syn’s cheek.

The room instantly erupted into laughter, yours being one of the loudest laughs in the room. M whipped back around to you and grinned.

“Jealous now, Y/N?” he snickered. You chuckled as Brian quickly shuffled over to you and slipped an arm around your waist.

“Matt, I came into this relationship knowing Bri was your boyfriend first.” The rest of the room laughed at your words. “But, I know he loves me more.” Oh, you knew those were fightin’ words.

“Oh, really now?” M cocked an eyebrow. “Well, who’s the better kisser, Bri?” Brian flicked his gaze towards you, then back to Matt.

“Definitely Y/N. Hands down.” Ooohs and laughter erupted once more, before Matt winked playfully at you again. Your friend was always up to no good.

“This ain’t over, Y/N. I’ll win him back.” You just rolled your eyes and turned to Syn, who planted a loving kiss into your lips.

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mattsagervo · 7 years

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Interview: Tal M. Klein, Author of 'The Punch Escrow'

The Punch Escrow has been a huge critical and commercial success, author Tal M. Klein's debut novel has garnered praise from everyone from NPR to Felicia Day, and with good reason. Set in the year 2147, Escrow combines a compelling story and cast of characters with masterful world-building - transporting the reader to an all-too believable future, constructed from a mix of imaginative fiction, and speculative extensions of real-world science and sociological trends.

It has garnered many favorable comparisons to Ready Player One, which does it a bit of a disservice, since it's a work of breathtaking originality. The only similarities I note are that it successfully integrates, and updates, some beloved science fiction ideas, and that it has been fast tracked to the big screen; a film adaptation is already in development at Lionsgate.

I had the opportunity to interview Klein about the book's origins and influences, what to expect from him in the future, and how he masterfully constructed the world of 2147 - from science, to music and more.

Matt Sager: Like a lot of great science fiction, The Punch Escrow has several themes, and is clearly about a lot more than a future of human replication and teleportation. How would you describe the book's plot and overall themes - or more bluntly, "what is your book about?" Tal M. Klein: I like to say it’s a hard sci-fi technothriller with a love story at its core. Joel Byram, an everyday guy in 2147 New York is duplicated en route to Costa Rica as a result of a teleportation mishap, the company that runs teleportation wants to “fix the bug” by killing one of the duplicates, religious zealots want to use his circumstance as propaganda, and his wife is kidnapped by a rogue scientist. Now Joel is fighting to save his life and in his wife in a world that has two of him. The core elements of the story are rooted in identity: Are we who society says we are? Or who we think we are? Or who those who we love believe us to be?

MS: You’ve attained huge success with The Punch Escrow - you’ve attained massive critical and commercial success, the book has been optioned by Lions Gate, and as of this writing it’s number 1 on Amazon’s Hard Science Fiction charts. Did you envision this level of attention and success for your debut novel? TMK: I set out to tell the best version of my story. That was my criteria for a “job well done.” I’m thrilled people are digging it. The credit for its success is equally shared by my wife, my editorial team of Robert Kroese, Matt Harry, and Adam Gomolin, and Howie Sanders at United Talent Agency.

MS: I’ve been told that the concept for the book came about over an argument over the plausibility of Star Trek transporters - can you elaborate on how that led to a book about teleportation and cloning? TMK: What you’ve been told is true! Back in 2012, I was complaining to a co-worker about J.J. Abrams’ over the top use of lens flare in the Star Trek reboot, when suddenly, our CEO interrupted our conversation by shouting “It’s bullshit!” It turned out he wasn’t talking about the lens flare, but Star Trek’s transporters. He was an expert in quantum physics and went on to explain that nobody in the right mind would ever step into a transporter if they knew how it worked. It was then that I realized that there wasn’t a good origin story for the commercialization of teleportation. The fact is, I initially set out the write The Punch Escrow as a textbook from the future, with scribbles in the margins by a smartass named Joel Byram. That was the first draft. By the time the final draft was done, Joel’s story became the focus on the book, and the “textbook” was relegated to liner notes, explaining the world Joel lived in.

MS: I’m very aware that you're not a fan of J.J. Abrams' lens flare. Cinematography aside, are you a fan of the new Star Trek franchise? Other than the transporter argument, has it had any influence on your writing? TMK: Hah, well, discounting for his penchant for lens flare, I’m a huge J.J. Abrams fan, the first movie of the Trek reboot was great. I didn’t really care for the second or third. MS: J.J. Abrams aside, I know that you’re a huge fan of Star Trek - which is your favorite franchise, and how has it influenced you as a writer? TMK: I’d qualify that by saying I love Star Trek, but I’m not a Trekkie. I say that because I learned my lesson at San Diego Comic Con. If you tell a Trekkie that you’re a Trekkie, they expect you to have an encyclopedic knowledge of the entire Trek cannon, which I do not possess. So, yes, I am a Star Trek fan. My favorite franchise was DS9, but my favorite season of all time was TNG Season 6. MS: Which other science fiction television shows, films, books and writers would you cite as your biggest influences? TMK: Larry Niven, Scott Meyer, Douglas Adams, Terry Pratchett, and, because The Martian undeniably catalyzed me to write my book, Andy Weir. As for television shows, I think it’s fair to credit modern detective shows like Psych and Monk for helping me wrap my mind around Rube Goldberg plot devices. Most influential was my favorite show of all time, the X-Files spinoff The Lone Gunmen. I think they really nailed the technogeek persona. Influential movies run the gamut from The Princess Bride to Donnie Darko and everything in between, but I’d be remiss if I didn’t mention District 9, Looper, and Gattaca. MS: The Punch Escrow strikes me as a book that's in equal parts hopeful and fearful for the future. There are themes of utopian technology corrupted by corporate interference. How much of that - the good and the ill - do you see unfolding in the present? Is your fictional vision of 2147 similar to your actual view of the future? TMK: To borrow a phrase from The Jester, There's an unequal amount of good and bad in most things. The trick is to figure out the ratio and act accordingly. I don’t think future is dystopian or utopian, it’s just us progressing along our evolutionary path. MS: Music plays a major role in the book. I understand that we have a music industry background in common. What was your career in music like, and how did it contribute to the Joel's soundtrack, and the new genre of redistro? TMK: I never think of anything I do artistically as a “career” — music and writing are my hobbies. I’m very serious about my hobbies, but I pursue them for the sake of pure joy rather than income. MS: One of the most original ideas in The Punch Escrow is the brilliant, if gross, race of genetically engineered mosquitoes. What was your inspiration for these bugs that eat lighting and crap thunder, so to speak? TMK: Everyone loves the mosquitoes! The near-scandal is that I cut the mosquitoes in the third draft of the book because I learned about bacteria that eat methane and excreted oxygen, but my beta readers freaked out on me, so I put the skeeters back. The reason the mosquitoes are there is because I wanted to solve for air pollution but in a very messy, human way. Humans tend to to opt for quick fixes and shortcuts, I think it’s because we are a breed largely driven by the pursuit of instant gratification. MS: Hard science fiction like The Punch Escrow seems to grow more relevant by the day as AI and robots are, to varying degrees, infiltrating the workforce and performing tasks that were once the sole domain of humans. Do you see this as a growing issue, and if so, need it be a threat? Is AI really capable of supplanting people, and is that really what corporations as a whole want? TMK: Will apps and robots take the place of people? Absolutely. But if we look at what happened in the Industrial Age, people were prophesizing similar doom and gloom scenarios, and that’s not how the future turned out. There will be plenty of human jobs after AI, it’s just that those jobs will be different than many of the jobs we have today. MS: How did you come up with the idea of a machine language - that is, a language by machines, for machines, cars talking to one another, etc? How surprised were you when Facebook had to shut down it’s AI because it had created a secret language for itself? TMK: If you’ve ever played with AI, it makes sense that two pieces of semi-intelligent code might form a more optimal method of communicating than our cumbersome language. I was a bit taken aback by what happened at Facebook, yes. But it wasn’t shocking. I also understand why they pulled the chord, but I kind of wish they hadn’t. MS: What do you think machines are saying about us, and if AI continues to advance, do you think that they are going to develop an opinion of us? Do you think it will be favorable, and/or within our ability to influence? TMK: Code will likely always be subservient to its programmer. As such, I think we need to add ethics to the list of engineering core competencies. If engineers exclusively focus on successful code execution without regard for anthropological outcomes in the age of AI, we may very well end up with evil robots. MS: Are there sequels in the works? What’s next for the Punch Escrow universe, and for you as a writer? TMK: I’m contractually obligated to deliver two more books that take place in the world of The Punch Escrow. One of them will likely be a sequel of sorts in that we’ll get into matters unresolved in The Punch Escrow, but the other is shaping up to be a standalone novel with a narrative that is ancillary to that of The Punch Escrow. But who knows, both are at the very early formative stages.

#The Punch Escrow #Tal M. Klein

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