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spookysanta · 2 months ago

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Orbit. (MBJ)

Summary: Reader goes with Michael to the premiere of his new film, Sinners. She's not prepared.

Pairing: Michael B. Jordan x reader

Warnings: SINNERS CONTENT, heavy smut

if you haven't seen sinners by now... babe. idk what to tell you lmao but SPOILER WARNING (kinda?) and listen idk if that whole scene was improv okay it's for the plot

from the drafts

MINORS DNI

She thought she was ready.

She’d seen the dailies. Heard the whispered rehearsals when he thought she was half-asleep, slurring Stack’s lines into her neck before sunrise. She’d watched his jaw clench during tense calls with Ryan, caught glimpses of bruises from long days on set, rubbed sore muscles while he mumbled about Annie, about Mary, about blood, sex, heat. Hell, she though she knew the script, scene by scene.

But nothing could’ve prepared her for watching it unfold, thirty feet tall, bathed in light, in IMAX. For the way it gutted her. For the way it stole the air from her lungs.

And Michael? He sat beside her like it was any other Tuesday. Warm. Calm. Smiling.

Smug motherfucker.

The premiere was small, invite-only. Intimate. Just the cast, close friends, key crew. Everyone smelled like perfume and money. The theater hummed with low voices and champagne bubbles. But the second the twins appeared onscreen, everything vanished.

Smoke.

The moment he appeared, her breath caught. She felt it. Everyone did. His body moved with a lazy weight, a predator’s patience. When Smoke stepped into her shack with sunlight catching the edge of his cheekbone, the theater went still.

And then…

Then he bent her over.

The way his hips rolled wasn’t frantic but calculated. Possessive. Hungry. It wasn’t vulgar. It wasn’t even explicit.

It was just unholy.

Her hand flew out and smacked Michael’s arm hard enough to sting.

He leaned in, voice low and teasing. His lips brushed the shell of her ear. “You good?”

She kept her eyes on the screen, breath shaky. “You didn’t tell me you got down like that.”

His fingers slid along her thigh, firm and slow. “You know I do.”

“Not like that, I don’t.”

He squeezed hard to quiet her. “Watch the movie.”

Like hell she could.

The scene replayed over and over behind her eyes, even as the film moved on. She couldn’t stop clenching her thighs, couldn’t keep her breathing even. And then it got worse.

The juke joint.

Stack and Mary slipped away from the noise, hands tangled, breathless. Hushed words. Glances. A hidden room off to the side.

And then she saw that scene.

Stack's eyes looked up at her from the floor, dazed. “Baby,” he rasped, “you’re drooling.”

Mary’s grin curled slow. “You want some?”

He nodded once.

And then she let it drip, thick and slow, from her mouth to his.

She gasped, audibly. Actually clutched the pearls she wasn’t even wearing.

Michael turned his head slow, mouth twitching. She slapped his leg, eyes wide.

“Michael!”

He leaned in again, eyes gleaming. “It was improv.”

Her head whipped around. “WHAT?”

He shrugged like it was nothing. “Hailee went off-book. Ryan kept it.”

She slumped in her seat, betrayed by the editing team and her own body. Her thighs burned. Her lip was red from biting it. And Michael? He was relaxed, arm draped over her shoulder, like she wasn’t unraveling beside him.

He leaned closer, breath warm. “That part got you hot, huh?”

She couldn’t speak.

“You gonna act normal the rest of the night or should we leave early?”

Still, no answer.

Because she was already picturing it. Not the scene. Them. Him. In her. Behind her. Real hands. Real weight. Real breath. Not staged.

His hand slid higher.

They didn’t stay for the Q&A.

—

The car was silent.

Not tense. Just thick. Molten. Her knees were pressed together tight, heels dug into the floormat. She stared out the window, lips parted, still tasting the salt of her own tongue.

“Those scenes were…” She exhaled sharply. “So nasty.”

Michael glanced over, jaw flexing.

“That drool?” she added. “I literally couldn’t look at you.”

He drummed his fingers against the leather. “Did you even like the rest of the movie?”

“Of course I did.” Her voice jumped. “It was incredible. I was just... distracted.”

He smirked. “You mean turned on.”

She glared. “I’m allowed to be stunned that my man’s out here with porn-star energy.”

“And you didn’t mind one bit.”

“Didn’t say that.”

His hand found her thigh again, this time slower. Thicker. “You were squirming.”

“Because, what the fuck, Michael?”

His voice dropped. “You wanna see what it looks like when it’s not choreographed?”

She sucked in a breath. His eyes dipped to her lips, then her dress. Then back.

“We’re almost home.” His voice was molten. “And I plan on seeing you bent just like that. But louder. Sweeter. Messier.”

She whimpered.

He smirked.

The rest of the ride blurred.

She barely made it through the front door before he had her pressed against it. He locked it one-handed, the other already tugging the zipper down her spine.

“Don’t act shy now,” he muttered, mouth grazing her jaw. “You were almost creamin’ in that seat.”

The dress slid from her shoulders like a sigh. Her shoes hit the floor.

“Michael—”

He turned her, palm against the door, crowding her space. “Nah, say it.” His mouth ghosted hers. “You liked watching me bend her over. You liked that spit too. Had you twitchin’ in your seat trying to keep it together.”

“You looked…” Her voice cracked as his hands mapped her sides. “You looked so fucking good.”

He grinned, wicked. “You were losing your mind.”

“Still am.”

He kissed her, slow and punishing. Let her feel every inch of it. Then again, deeper. His lips parted over hers, tongue sliding in. One hand pressed flat to her lower back, arching her into him as the other grabbed the back of her neck. His mouth moved like he meant to taste every gasp.

He lifted her without breaking the kiss, her legs locking around his waist. Each step to the couch felt like a countdown. He sank down with her on top, his hands already tugging the straps of her lingerie down her arms, peeling the lace aside with reverence and heat.

She rocked her hips once, testing. He exhaled hard against her lips.

“That’s it,” he whispered. “Take what you need. Ride it how you want.”

She kissed his jaw, then dragged her tongue down his neck. She bit lightly where his pulse kicked. He groaned, low and sharp.

“You got so into character,” she murmured. Her teeth grazed the shell of his ear. “Didn’t know you had that in you.”

“I was acting then.” His voice vibrated in his chest. “This is real.”

He flipped her beneath him.

Every movement intentional. One knee between her thighs. One palm spread across her belly to keep her grounded. He kissed her again, slower now, dragging his tongue across hers.

His mouth traveled down her neck, kissing and licking each inch. He nipped at her collarbone, then kissed the sting away. His hands traced the outline of her ribs, the swell of her breasts, the softness of her stomach.

When he dipped lower, his lips wrapped around her nipple. He sucked once, slow. Then again, harder. Her breath shattered.

He didn’t stop.

He kissed lower. Down her torso. The inside of her thigh. The crease of her knee. He spread her open with both hands and stared.

“You been this wet since the theater?”

She whimpered.

He licked her once, long and slow. She nearly bucked off the couch. He groaned, tongue flicking again. Then again. Then harder.

Her hips rocked helplessly as he sucked her clit with heat and rhythm, and when she moaned his name, sharp and broken, he slipped two fingers inside, curling them slow and deep.

“You mine?”

“Yes, yes. Michael, please.”

“Say it again.”

“I’m yours.”

He undressed, dragging her panties down her legs like he was unwrapping something sacred. Then lined himself up, eyes locked to hers.

And when he pushed in, deep, all the way, she sobbed.

He kissed her through it. Through the whimpers. Through the stretch. Through the way her nails clawed his back like she needed him deeper.

He gave her everything.

Every stroke. Every growl. Every kiss.

He flipped her again onto her knees and pressed her into the couch.

“Louder,” he panted. “I want your neighbors to know who fucks you like this.”

She screamed his name as he came undone.

And when they collapsed, sweat-soaked, trembling, bodies still twitching, he curled her into his chest, brushed her curls back, kissed her forehead and whispered,

“Next time I play a preacher or a prince, you better act like you give a damn then too.”

She laughed into his throat.

“Only if you bend somebody over again.”

He grinned against her skin.

“Bet.”

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dreamwritesimagines · 1 month ago

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Declassified [3] - Working Overtime

A.N: Thank you so much for your wonderful support my loves🩷 I hope you like this chapter as well! 🥰 Please let me know what you think! 🩷

Pairing: Congressman!Bucky x Female!Reader

Summary: It's a skill to remain calm in stressful situations.

Warnings: Mentions of injuries, mentions of sex, explicit language

Word Count: 4137 (why is each chapter getting longer, ✨help✨)

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“Do you ever see yourself in something like this?”

You pressed the phone between your ear and your shoulder while waiting for the assistant to put you through, and shoved the mini sandwich into your mouth to chew vigorously. It was Sam’s nephew AJ’s birthday party, and of course Bucky was here, which meant that you and his team were here as well. You weren’t complaining; you admired Sam, Sarah was so lovely, and Cass and AJ were probably the sweetest kids you’d ever met.

The only issue was that Bucky had cleared out his whole day so now you had to move his schedule on top of the meetings he already had. You had started working at 5 a.m. today, already had four Red Bulls and three cups of coffee on an empty stomach, so needless to say you were starving while your heart tried to climb out of your chest.

And for the record, your heartbeat had nothing to do with the fact that for the last half an hour, you were trying to ignore just how good Bucky was with kids, letting them hang from his vibranium arm to entertain them. You stole a look at him as he pretended to run from the kids with water guns, making them giggle excitedly as they went after him.

“Um….” You trailed off and swallowed your bite, dragging your gaze from Bucky to grab another mini sandwich. “I don’t remember the last time I watered the cactus on my desk. I don’t think I’d be very successful with—hi Ms. Miller! Thank you so much for agreeing to take my call, I know how busy you are.”

Kelsey smiled when Bucky grabbed AJ to throw him over his shoulder with a monster roar, AJ’s laugh echoing in the garden as they started chasing Cass together.

“Is this what baby fever is?” Kelsey wondered out loud and you covered your other ear so that you could focus.

“Yes, Mr. Barnes would really appreciate it if we could move it to another time—absolutely, Friday 3 pm works for us. It’s a family thing—yes, it’s Captain America’s family but you know how close Mr. Wilson and Mr. Barnes are, his family is Mr. Barnes’ family too. Mm hm. Thank you so much again, have a wonderful day!”

You hung up and popped the mini sandwich in your mouth, then eyed the cup in Kelsey’s hand.

“Is there caffeine in that?”

Kelsey held it out of your reach. “It’s mine, go get your own from the kitchen.”

“Sharing is caring—”

“I don’t share my caffeine,” she told you and you heaved a sigh, then made your way to the kitchen, your eyes still glued to the phone. Sarah and her friend Emily whom you had met before were in the kitchen and you smiled at them.

“Hi.”

“Hi there,” Sarah said. “Is everything okay?”

“Oh yeah, I just came to see if there’s any coffee— just one moment please,” you said and pressed your thumb on the screen to send Paul a voice mail. “Paul! Hey, I talked to Miller, she’s fine with Friday 3 pm, which means you need to move the interview to 4:30 at least. You can contact Ryan, he’s on good terms with Caleb and has a soft spot for Bucky, he should be fine with it. If he’s not available, I’ll make a phone call to Tim, but you need to let me know in half, okay?”

You sent the voicemail and sent a quick text to Caleb, then lifted your head from your phone to look up at Sarah.

“Sorry. Um—I was wondering if there’s any coffee left, please?”

“Sure thing,” Sarah said with a small smile and filled a cup for you, then handed it to you.

“You’re an angel,” you said and your phone buzzed in your hand. You took a look at the text, then typed in your response while Sarah tilted her head to the right.

“You look a little jittery.”

“Oh yeah, I had four Red Bulls and this is my fourth cup of coffee,” you said and Emily raised her brows.

“It’s barely noon.”

“I started the day at 5 am,” you said, taking a sip of your coffee and Sarah shook her head.

“You need to take a break.”

“I’ll take a break when we put Bucky in DC,” you said. “Oh fuck. That reminds me, I still haven’t asked Kelsey for the latest poll—”

“I’m trying to remember if I’ve ever seen you without your phone in your hand,” Sarah mused and you sent a text to Kelsey, then looked up from your phone.

“Hm? Oh!” You let out a laugh. “I don’t remember either, to be honest with you. I hang onto this thing halfway through sex.”

Sarah and Emily exchanged glances and you made a face.

“Sorry,” you said. “TMI. I just, I barely have friends outside work and we talk about everything so it became a habit. I’ll need to take classes like that one Julia Roberts movie, did you guys watch that one? It was—”

“You have your phone in hand during sex?”

“Halfway through, and it’s not that weird,” you said with a nervous laugh. “My boyfriend works like 100 hours a week, so we managed to minimize the time while maximizing the effect. It takes us like 5 minutes, and then we both check our emails.”

“Oh you poor thing...”

“No, I’m totally fine with it!” you said in a rush. “It’s a great arrangement because, I mean obviously if it’s sex vs work, it’ll be work. Sex can wait, work just doesn’t.”

“I barely know you, but I know that you need to dump that man,” Emily said. “I bet I can find someone for you.”

“Don’t worry, I already have someone in mind for her,” Sarah muttered to her with a knowing smile and you scoffed.

“No no, thank you so much,” you said. “Max and I have been together for years and like I said, our expectations match.”

“Don’t get me wrong but if you’re this tense every day, those five minutes aren’t doing much,” Emily pointed out and you took a deep breath.

“I’m a tense person in general,” you said. “Has nothing to do with anyone. I lost spelling bee when I was in first grade and then it turned me into this as a grown up.”

“Can I see your phone?” Sarah asked and you handed it to her, but your eyes widened when she put it in her pocket.

“Sarah?”

“Go socialize.”

“What?” you exclaimed. “No no no, you don’t understand, I need my phone—”

“I’ll give it back to you after half an hour. Go eat something, drink something healthy,” she said, taking the coffee cup from your hand, making you gasp. “There’s orange juice. Take some time for yourself, and I’ll give it back to you.”

“But…” you started but she walked out of the kitchen with Emily and you threw your head back, then rushed after her.

“Sarah! Sarah I can’t just go cold turkey, I will have withdra—”

“What is going on?” Bucky stopped you before you could walk past him and you looked up at him, then at Sarah who stepped out of the hallway into the garden. Your brows pinched together in frustration and you let out a breath, fanning yourself with one hand.

“I think I’m having withdrawals.”

“Over what?”

“My phone, Sarah took my phone!”

Bucky frowned. “Why?”

“Because I hold it while I have sex,” you said. “Do you think you can get it from her?”

He gawked at you.

“You hold your phone while—”

“Okay, everyone needs to stop making that such a big deal!” you snapped. “It’s more of an emotional support thing, it’s not like I check my emails during sex, I check them right after!”

“Alright, let’s just…” Bucky gently steered you out of the hallway. “Are you sure you’re okay?”

You nodded, still fanning yourself. “Is this how alcoholic people feel?”

“I don’t think they feel it within the first minute, Birdie,” Bucky said and you rubbed at your eyes.

“Can I borrow your phone?”

“No.”

“But listen, what if—” You pointed at him. “What if something goes wrong at work?”

He looked almost amused. “I’m standing right here,” he told you. “What would go wrong?”

“Your dick pics come out.”

“Impossible,” he said and grabbed a glass to put it in your hand. “Drink this.”

You looked down at the clear liquid, then shook your head.

“I can’t drink vodka, Bucky, it’s AJ’s birthday and I’m literally working—”

“It’s water,” Bucky deadpanned and you paused for a moment, then shrugged your shoulders and took a huge sip.

“Emily said I look tense,” you said, barely aware of the pout on your lips. “Do you think I look tense?”

“Absolutely.”

“I don’t look tense!” You hissed through your teeth and motioned at Sam who approached you and Bucky. “Let’s ask Sam, he’ll be honest. Sam, do I look tense?”

“I’ve never seen you not tense.”

Bucky let out a chuckle at the look of betrayal on your face. “Told you.”

“Sam, can I borrow your phone?”

“Do not give her your phone,” Bucky said and Sam’s eyes darted between you.

“Do I want to know what’s going on?”

“Sarah took my phone because for some reason she thinks I’m tense.”

“And how much caffeine is in your system right now?” Sam asked and you scoffed, waving a dismissive hand in the air.

“Four Red Bulls, three and a half cups of coffee. I’m totally fine.”

Sam turned to Bucky. “If you keep doing this to her—”

“I swear on my ma’s grave that I’m not doing anything,” Bucky said and you had to bite back your smile at the old Brooklyn accent that slipped through. “She refuses to listen to me. I sent her out of the office three times the other day so that she could take the rest of the day off, and each time she flat out said no and went back to her desk.”

“I was in the middle of going over your speech for the press,” you defended yourself. “I wasn’t going to just go home.”

“At least this way I can keep an eye on her,” Bucky told Sam while you sipped your water, looking up at him.

Bucky in casual clothes never failed to impress you. Yes, he could pull off a suit like no one else, but the fact that he could look this handsome with little to no effort, just with a t-shirt, leather jacket and jeans, had to be studied at schools in your opinion.

You opened your mouth to speak but as if on cue, sirens started going off and you frowned.

“Is that in my head or does anyone else hear that?”

Everyone’s phones started beeping and vibrating, multiple ambulances and police cars wheezing by, and both Bucky and Sam checked their phones while parents went to their children to get them inside.

“There’s been an attack,” Sam said, his eyes darting on the lines on his screen and Bucky nodded, his jaw tightening.

“Let’s go.”

“Wait, what?” you exclaimed while Sam ran to Sarah who was assuring Cass and AJ that everything was fine despite the worried look on her beautiful face. “Bucky no, it could be dangerous—”

He was already walking away from you. “Stay with Sarah.”

“But—”

“Stay with Sarah!” His tone held none of the softness it usually had for you, instead it sounded like an order, making you furrow your brows. The stern light in his eyes melted away when he took in your puzzled expression and he licked his lips, then stepped closer to you.

“I’ll be right back,” he said, his voice low. “I just need to know you’re safe, alright?”

“Buck, let's go!” Sam called out as he grabbed his shield and Bucky took off his leather jacket, his vibranium arm gleaming under the sun before they both ran out of the garden in the direction of sirens.

You could swear the whole garden was spinning around you as you stared at the road, then turned your head when someone gently touched your arm.

“Here.” Sarah handed you your phone. “Call your boyfriend, I’m sure he’s worried about you.”

“Thanks,” you said, fear twisting your stomach. “Sarah, he’ll—Bucky will be fine, right?”

Sarah gave you a calm smile and squeezed your arm in an assuring manner.

“I think you’re forgetting what he used to do before he got into politics,” she told you. “This is what he and Sam do best. They save people.”

You tried to swallow the lump in your throat and nodded your head, blinking back the tears.

“If he—” you started but stopped talking when your phone started buzzing in your hand, Max’s name flashing on the screen. “I’ll be right back.”

You walked away from her and answered the phone. “Max?”

“Babe, hey. You okay?”

“Yeah!” you said. “Yeah, I’m at Sarah’s house. You?”

“At work,” he said. “Can you see anything from there?”

You walked to the fences, then shook your head.

“No,” you said. “Do you know what’s happening?”

“They’re saying there are multiple people injured, they closed down a street,” Max said. “Do you want me to pick you up after I’m done?”

“No, stay where you are,” you said. “Don’t go outside until it’s clear out—” You took a look at the screen when your phone beeped. “My mom is calling, I’ll text you.”

“Okay, see you later,” he said and you hung up, then answered the call.

“Mom?”

“Oh thank God, your father and I have been so worried!” Your mother’s voice reached you. “Are you okay, sweetheart? You’re on speaker by the way.”

You rubbed the back of your neck, then nodded as if she could see you.

“Uh, yeah! Yeah I’m safe.”

“See, this is why I do not want you in New York,” your father said. “That place is a goddamn madhouse, something happens every day.”

You closed your eyes, familiar anxiety churning your insides.

“I mean honestly honey, what is wrong with here? Why did you have to move there?”

“Sweetheart, while I was on my retreat, I talked to Leah. Do you remember Leah?”

You rubbed your temples. “Mom...”

“Well you see, she says she can add you to the list for the next one when you—”

“I’m not going to go up on a mountain to listen to my inner thoughts and scream at the sky around bonfire, mom,” you cut her off and she heaved a sigh.

“But it’d be good for you! You are too tense.”

“What’s with everyone and saying I’m tense?” you asked, your voice going high-pitched. “I’m so relaxed!”

Fine, maybe screaming into a phone didn’t exactly prove that you were relaxed.

“Your boy seems to be doing well in the polls so far by the way,” your father commented. “Too much idealism, that one. DC isn’t exactly New York, did you tell him that they will eat him alive the moment he steps a foot in that congress?”

“He’s been around for over a century and broke through decades of brainwashing,” you said, your voice defensive for some reason. “I’d say he can handle a couple of politicians.”

“Oh do not talk about politics around me!” your mother said. “You know what it does to my nerves—Hannah? Hannah can you get me a Xanax please?”

You pinched the bridge of your nose.

“I uh….I gotta go guys, it’s work,” you said. “I’ll call you though, love you.”

You hung up before they could say anything else, and Kelsey grabbed your arm, waving the phone in your face.

“Bucky!”

Your heart dropped to your stomach. “Is he okay?”

“Yes and the internet is going crazy,” Kelsey said and you took a look at the screen, a shaky recording of Bucky stopping a huge chunk of a wall from falling on a small girl while Sam pulled an elderly man out of the car, firefighters and medics running around. You let out a breath as you watched Bucky carry the small girl to her mother, then go back to rip the door off a bus to help the people trapped inside.

“Holy shit,” Kelsey muttered. “I think he just won the election.”

Somehow, the election had become the last thing in your mind as you watched Bucky on the screen, a warmth dripping inside your chest but you swallowed thickly, then tried to smile.

“Right,” you rasped out. “Yeah. It’s good optics. Or something.”

It was indeed an attack but thankfully, there were no casualties. People were lucky that Bucky and Sam moved as quickly as they did, and apparently all the news channels and people on the internet agreed with you.

And Kelsey was right.

There were multiple videos of Bucky saving people all over the internet, and you were sure you had read thousands of comments by now. After things got calmer, you had decided to go back into the office to get your mind off things and throw yourself in work, but needless to say, it wasn’t working.

At least your phone was back in your hand.

And you were sitting on the office floor.

You sniffed and reached out to put another paper on the floor, then changed it with the one on its right. You scribbled a footnote at the bottom of the page, still holding your phone tightly in your other hand, but your head shot up when you hear the door open and someone stepped into the bullpen.

And as if on cue, your heart started beating in your throat.

“Hey,” you managed to rasp out and he tilted his head.

“What are you doing on the floor?”

“I ran out of space on my desk,” you said. “And I’m trying to decide on the order of these meetings, so…”

Bucky lingered in his spot only for a moment like he was trying to figure out how to react, then cleared his throat and approached you to sit on the floor as well.

“You don’t want to be home after today?”

“I’m fine, Max is probably working anyway.”

“Birdie—”

“But hey, you’re back,” you said, swallowing the lump in your throat. “From your—your superhero stuff. Kels has a point, you’ve just won the election.”

From the clueless look on his face, it was clear that Bucky had not thought about that.

“What?”

“You haven’t checked social media?”

“You know I don’t do that.”

“Well, everyone is impressed with your heroic actions, a lot of journalist want to—”

“It wasn’t a heroic action, it’s the least I could do.”

“That makes it even more heroic.”

“And I’m not going to use it to win the election.”

“All your opponents would.”

“I don’t care.” Bucky shook his head. “No one should use helping the people in need as some sort of PR bullshit. It’s what everyone should do.”

“I figured you’d say that,” you murmured. “Well, it doesn’t matter if you want to use it or not, people are all over it. I think I watched like a thousand thirst traps of you since the afternoon.”

“What’s a thirst trap?”

You bit back a smile and grabbed a paper on the floor, then put it on top of the pile.

“That leaves out this press release then,” you muttered. “You should still talk to a journalist we trust, about what happened.”

“No.”

“Bucky, there’s nothing wrong with addressing—”

“They will turn it into a PR stunt if I do,” he said. “No.”

You heaved a sigh and grabbed the file on your left to shuffle through it, taking out a couple of pages as you sniffled again. His eyes found the crumpled tissue beside you, his gaze softening while you nibbled on your lip, forcing yourself to focus.

“Are you okay?”

The nod of your head wasn’t even convincing to you, so you weren’t really surprised that he didn’t believe you. You dared steal a look at him, your cheeks warming when you did so you lowered your glances to the phone in your hand, your nail pushing at the screen protector.

“Were you scared?”

You could feel the tears threatening to burn your eyes so you blinked fast, pursing your lips and shaking your head.

“Does your family know you’re safe?”

“Yeah,” you mumbled. “They called.”

“That’s good,” he said gently, like he was talking to a skittish animal. “They must’ve been relieved, huh?”

“I think so.”

“They’re okay? Back home?”

“Okay is a stretch but they’re—they’re them, I guess,” you said with a small laugh. “My dad and I fight every time we talk, and my mom can’t handle it. She can’t handle much, to be honest. That’s why she keeps going on these spiritual retreats and popping Xanax like candy.”

Bucky hissed in a breath. “Ouch. Sorry.”

You waved a hand in the air.

“Don’t be, it’s expected,” you said. “It’s such a cliché. How does that old song go? My daddy’s rich, my ma is good lookin’.”

His head shot up in excitement, a hopeful light glimmering in his eyes and the sight was so sweet that you couldn’t help but smile, your stomach doing a happy flip.

This right there, this was Bucky.

Bucky back in the 1940s, the guy who you saw in black and white pictures with the devilish charm and carefree grin, this was him.

“You listen to Billie Holliday?” he asked and you nodded your head fervently, sitting up straighter.

“Yeah! And Ella Fitzgerald too!” you said, pride laced in your tone. “I know all their songs. My grandfather had this huge collection, he had a bunch of signed records too, he displayed them on—”

“Babe?” Max’s voice cut through your rant and you turned your head, a frown pinching your brows together. You grabbed the papers and Bucky stood up, then offered you his hand to help you up. A warmth shot from your fingertips to your whole body the moment you placed your hand in his, your eyes locked in his, your heart leaping but you forced yourself to pull your hand back as the footsteps came closer before Max appeared in the doorway.

“Max?” you asked, trying to ignore the tingling in your hand. “What are you doing here?”

“You mentioned you’d be here, and I figured I could pick you up after today,” he said. “It’s been a weird day. I talked to your mom, she’s very worried.”

Right.

That was normal. He was your boyfriend after all, and you had no business feeling this warm and fuzzy around Bucky, who was your boss and also was not, in fact, your boyfriend.

Max shot you a look before giving a tight lipped smile to Bucky and you snapped out of your daze, then cleared your throat.

“Right. Um—Max, this is Bucky. And Bucky, this is Max,” you said. “My boyfriend whom I—whom I love very much.”

What.

The.

Fuck.

You had no idea why you felt the need to add that detail. Discomfort churned your stomach as soon as the words left your mouth but you swallowed the lump in your throat, plastering a lovesick smile on your face and grasping Max’s upper arm to squeeze it gently. Bucky held your gaze in his, his expression unreadable as he turned to Max who held out his hand.

“Hello Mr. Barnes,” Max said as Bucky shook his hand. “I’ve heard so much about you.”

“Likewise.”

“We should go,” you said before Max could say anything else. “It’s been a weird day, like you said. I’ll see you tomorrow, Bucky?”

“What’s the rush?” Max asked with a laugh and you shook your head, grabbing your purse and the files off the desk.

“No rush, just want to be home.”

And have an existential crisis.

“But—”

“Have a nice night Bucky!” you chirped as you all but dragged Max out of the bullpen, stepped outside and made your way to the car. Max got on the driver’s seat while you buckled your seatbelt on the passenger seat, and he turned to you.

“That was weird,” he commented. “You sure you’re okay?”

You nibbled on your lip, turning your phone in your hand as he started the car, then waved a hand in front of your eyes.

“Babe?”

You took a deep breath, then forced yourself to smile.

“Sure,” you said and slipped a little to lean your knees on the dashboard, your hand still warm with Bucky’s touch. “I’m fine. Just a long day.”

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bogleech · 9 months ago

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The last guy who tried to shoot donald trump:

Was once a local hero for saving a woman from a rapist and later helping catch the guy.

Kept getting in trouble for just ignoring laws, using expired licenses, doing whatever without any kind of permits or clearance, never paying fines.

Came to be on a "first name basis" with local police more for the number of times they constantly had to be called on his various petty violations.

Ran a roofing business but just stole whatever equipment he felt like from the construction sites he worked on, filling three trailers with stuff he took home and also taking home a whole pickup truck.

Threatened a neighbor with a knife for telling him to clean up the messy junkyard-like conditions of his business property.

Turned out to not really have permission to be using that property in the first place but just kinda kept doing so anyway.

Still managed to constantly talk his way out of getting arrested or ever going to prison apparently? Local cops thought he was weird because he'd just chit-chat with them instead of acknowledging that he was in trouble but apparently it worked.

Somehow even got caught building a bomb and walked away???

His motivation for attacking Trump was his hatred of Putin and desire to help Ukraine

Judging by his rant about "having a president with no morals" in the current tense he seems to also hate Biden.

So like.......are they NOT trying to make this guy sound awesome? I'm not saying put him on a pedestal or that he hasn't probably done some things that aren't good but they're doing a VERY bad job of not making him sound awesome, is all I'm saying.

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The Genius, Misanthropic Inventor 👩‍🔬

As I've explored a bit in my Sun Dominant Themes post, the whole disillusioned, misanthropic character type is portrayed by Sun nakshatra natives.

In the film Tomorrowland, Uttara Ashada Moon native George Clooney plays Frank Walker who is a cynical, reclusive genius that lost hope in the future/humanity. His character reminds me of the toymaker, Jeronicus Jangle, from the film Jingle Jangle: A Christmas Journey, whose light dimmed when his apprentice betrayed him, and he lost all his creativity and hope. Jeronicus Jangle is played by Uttara Phalguni Moon native Justin Cornwell and Uttara Phalguni ASC native Forest Whitaker.

Frank Walker is said to be a disenchanted grump who was a boy-genius inventor as a kid. His beautiful inventions were a symbol of hope or joy, much like the inventions of Jeronicus Jangle.

This reminded me of the character Powder/Jinx from the animation series Arcane, who is voiced by Uttara Phalguni Sun native Ella Purnell.

She was insecure about her creations growing up. Although I see her Swati influence as well, she also had a journey from being full of innocence & life to being extremely disillusioned and lonely.

Speaking of the inventor that Jinx is, I just remembered a favourite character of mine from my childhood! I checked, and he was indeed voiced by a Sun nakshatra native as well! From Phineas and Ferb, Dr. Heinz Doofenshmirtz, the evil cartoon scientist, whose prime motivation is creating obscure, nefarious inventions to conquer the "entire Tri-State Area", is voiced by the Uttara Phalguni Sun & Moon native Dan Povenmire.

He, too, has been bullied when he was a kid. Which is why he's so ridiculously "evil" and grumpy.

Even Phineas and Ferb themselves, the brothers who invent incredible things in their backyard, which bring their friends so much joy and fun, are voiced by Krittika natives!

Being respectively voiced by Krittika Moon Vincent Martella & Krittika Sun Thomas Brodie-Sangster.

In the film How The Grinch Stole Christmas, Uttara Ashada Sun native Jim Carrey plays the Grinch who, similar to Dr. Heinz Doofenshmirtz, and even Shrek, has been bullied into self-isolation. He is very misanthropic and he absolutely hates the Who people. Josh Ryan Evans played young Grinch, and he could have had Uttara Ashada Sun. Young Grinch is shown breaking random things down to invent something beautiful to make someone happy.

And this trait is seen in adult Grinch, ostracized and secluded, who now invents for ill-intentions to take away Christmas from the Who people.

Obviously, Sun nakshatras aren't the only nakshatras present in the evil genius/inventor archetype, I'm sure. But another example of the misanthropic archetype is the character Shrek, who is voiced by Krittika Sun Mike Myers.

As expected, he is depicted as a reclusive grump who has been disillusioned by the idea of community.

In the film The Other Woman, Krittika Moon Cameron Diaz plays a highly respected lawyer who has always been disappointed by men.

Her distant, grumpy nature is really just her disillusionment manifesting through her interactions and behavioural patterns.

Honestly, this evolution of the Sun nakshatra natives is simply another part of them forming tougher skin or putting more boundaries. But also, this plays as a theme for the native to rediscover that light they used to have and choose to remain purely authentic regardless of the darkness and ignorance that surrounds them. As I described with the symbolisms and lessons in Christmas films.

This goes back to the genius inventor, the clever alchemist. Solar natives are fantastic at self-inventing or reinventing themselves, hence, their redemption story arcs.

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nonbarbari · 2 months ago

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I love that short moment between Butcher and Homelander in the show. They’re in the middle of this brutal fight, then Ryan shows up—and suddenly, they’ve got a common enemy: Soldier Boy.

Butcher gives Homelander this look, like he just stole a tiny moment from him. Then he’s like, ‘oh right, I’m teaming up with him,’ and snaps out of it.

And Homelander? He looks back like, ‘what? why are you looking at me like that?’ Then it hits him—‘shit, my son!’—and he rushes to Ryan.

They both just drop that weird little moment like nothing ever happened.

#the boys #homelander #william butcher #butchlander #butcher x homelander #homelander x butcher

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not-the-cheese · 2 years ago

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one sentence(ish) summaries of every magnus archive episode PART 2

(eps 61-110) thank u for the funny comments and tags on the last part i love u guys

I HAVE MADE A PART 3

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61. the thrilling sequel to man does not open coffin: man DOES open coffin.

62. surely this doctor can find an easier way to scam people out of money than putting them in a little book.

63. THE DARK ATE MY BROTHER IN LAW.

64. this is possibly the plot of laura croft tomb raider

65. mmm crumchy

66. what's the opposite of an unboxing video

67. as close to a coffeeshop au as you're going to get from this podcast

68. Doctors hate him! Man REFUSES to die from tuberculosis!

69. your college's psych department has the worst idea ever.

70. reverse death note

71. not even death will stop this woman from taking the british subway

72. man doesn't want to be low key racist in his last moments before getting eaten

73. police versus the second coming of dark jesus

74. lady is haunted by an ad for coffee

75. mike crew says "uh fuck it let's just put this guy on a skyscraper forever"

76. ryan from buzzfeed unsolved breaks into a train yard and suffers consequences

77. you're not a enough of a bitch to be my real mom

78. man gets harassed by his cousin and then exorcises him

79. you know that chase scene in scooby doo with the doors

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80. stupid idiot motherfucking jurgen leitner

81. i have been personally victimized by the sequel to the hungry hungry caterpillar

82. pov: elias threatens to cancel you

83. mannequin takes matters into its own hands after people don't like its pitch for a new window display

84. a hoarder put newspaper on my friend's face :(

85. hey there's maybe a little man upon these stairs?

86. man gets got by a squiggly thing in the dark.

87. plumber is so oblivious to spooky happenings around him that it possibly saves his life.

88. guys i think this guy likes to dig

89. lesbian investment banker finds a new, less evil job: arson!

90. guy who turns people's bones starts a gym where he promises not to turn your bones! (he is lying)

91. i was stalked by lightning for 10 years and i all i got were these stupid scars

92. jonah magnus is a bad friend // another day another elias slay

93. ocd is no match for purple fuzz

94. let the bodies drop gently to the floor let the bodies drop gently to the floor

95. im so sorry my brain refuses to remember what the war ones were about but i think one guy got gently kissed on the forehead so that's pretty nice.

96. diversity wins! the not-quite-human delivery men who stole your identity and business are maybe gay?

97. man gets gaslighted by an entire town about a hole

98. 🎶mister sandman bring me a dream, actually don't, please stay far from me 🎶

99. another one bites the dust

100. archival assistants face off against the general public (they lose)

101. jon finally levels up high enough to unlock an eldritch horror's tragic backstory

102. LOCAL MAN MARRIES BUG

103. peppa eats a clown and they cover her in concrete instead of congratulating her.

104. pennywise stole my brother's skin

105. it's world war z baby

106. Something Big Is In Space.

107. man is interrogated about the time he saw thomas the train roasts people alive and also sans is there

108. actor is stalked by mask who liked his monologue so much that it tells its mask friends to come watch.

109. sometimes a family is just a serial killer's daughter and that guy who maybe killed some vampires

110. yeah man those spiders be eating

Part 1 | Part 3

#tma #i hope this convinces you to listen to tma #the magnus archives #sasha james #jon sims #podcasts #gay podcasts #elias bouchard #peter lukas #melanie king #gerard keay #jonathan sims #martin blackwood #jonmartin #funny #one sentence summaries #sillyposting #Youtube #queer

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i saw this tiktok and it was like media girls asking players who there favourite female athlete was and maybe you could write something like that of guys mentioning samy hahahah just hyping her up

WAIT YESSSS i like that because they'd definitely say her just because of how much they adore her and you knoww will is saying her immediately

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the boys had never been too into media, especially when it was just answering the same questions over and over. it got old fast and most of the time the social media interns were catching them at their worst moments like after a hard practice or after losing a game, but today seemed like a good day. vicky, the boston college media girl, stood at the entrance to the locker room as the boys came off the ice to grab some quick content for instagram.

"uh oh, vicky's here, you know what that means," drew teased when he saw the girl with her phone and microphone.

"hi, yeah more media. sorry boys," she giggled.

"don't apologize, i'm ready. hit me with whatever you got," drew encouraged as aram, fowler, and vote walked in behind him seconds later.

"you three can join in too, but i'm doing a little series of getting to know the players better, so today's question is who is your favorite female athlete?" she handed drew the mic as the boy pondered his answer.

"oh easy, samy hughes," aram quickly answered with a smile.

"oh agreed. she's a fucking beast," the others quickly agreed after hearing aram mention the michigan soccer player.

"if you haven't seen her play yet, you better go watch one of her games. she knows her shit out there. i've never seen someone so confident on the field before," aram stole the mic to continue his thought.

"i was gonna say her but i didn't know if it would be weird," drew laughed.

"dude why would it be weird? she's our friend," fowler laughed too.

"yeah there are people probably so jealous we can say that," aram commented. vicky grinned at their answers and let them go as more boys came back from practice.

some of the older boys mentioned people like livy dunne, caitlin clark, and paige buckers, but when ryan, gabe, and james came in they were also quick to bring up samy's name.

"favorite female athlete? definitely samy. have you seen her play?" ryan chuckled while the other two nodded in agreement.

"i would also say my own girlfriend, hannah duke," james cut in with a shy blush.

"ah, yes, yes. well you've got your own girl," gabe teased a bit.

"although, both are very good athletes, so i'd say both," the freshman smiled.

"she's scored how many career points? like 100? she had her 100th celebration senior year," ryan said.

"yeah, she's probably close to like 200 now," gabe added.

over in san jose, a similar video was being filmed with the sharks players after they finished practice. will and mack exchanged a glance when they saw the two interns grinning at them with a microphone in one of their hands.

"hi, you know what time it is," vanessa laughed.

"can't evade this time. what's the question today?" mack wondered as him and will stopped to entertain their video.

"who is your favorite female athlete?" vanessa asked and chloe held the mic out for them.

"easy answer, my girlfriend. samy hughes," will quickly grinned without hesitation.

"i'd have to agree and also say my girlfriend, blaire stevenson," mack added.

"can you tell us why?"

"uh, she has a lot of dedication and has put a lot of time into the women's soccer team. she has successfully led them to the ncaa finals since her freshman year and helped win them their first national title in years," will said.

"i echo everything he said about samy. i've never been too into american soccer, but watching samy play is actually like super incredible to watch. she has a lot of raw talent and it's really cool to see her use it. my girlfriend is also a very talented figure skater and i envy the grace she has on the ice. it blows me away every time i watch a meet," macklin grinned.

"awesome answers, thanks guys!" vanessa and chloe waved as the two boys continued to the locker room.

when the videos were posted everyone was gushing about how quick the boys brought up samy and how endearing it was to see how much they love her (platonically and romantically).

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user1 STOP this was so cute?? all of the dev boys said samy awww

user2 i actually love how close they all are with samy and it's so cutie to see

user3 wow i knew they loved her but i didn't know this much. i loved seeing them gush about her

user4 u knowww she's so loved by them

user5 oh i'd know they'd do anything for her if she asked

user6 stop will was so quick to say samy

user7 will's blush awwww

user8 i hope they're all friends forever they're so cute

user9 where do i find friends like this????

user10 wait babiesss aw

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Here's my Sinners take on Remmick, because I'm seeing him be too watered down by EVERYONE.

I'm very open to criticism, please let me know what y'all think!!

I'm going to be so honest, some of y'all takes on defending Remmick and also hating on him are making me clutch my pearls.

The unwillingness to listen to black voices from the non-black folks defending remmick, just blindly adoring him because he's attractive, and ignoring THE ACTUAL MESSAGE OF THE FILM, is low-key disgusting me.

But ALSO the way Remmick haters (I feel like hater isn't the right word but I'm tired🤦), completely separate and disregard his Irish heritage is baffling.

Because he's not JUST Irish, he's an Irish man from the 5th century who WITNESSED Catholicism be forced on his people, and as he mentioned stole his way of life and land. Y'all seriously need to educate yourselves on Irish history BEFORE making a take without realizing he's a nuanced character.

THAT BEING SAID, while he did genuinely think he was doing a service to the folks in the Juke Joint by turning them into vampires and becoming a sort of "undead family", he still became the oppressor and forced black folks into submission despite his intentions. He tried to make the community he so desperately wanted, but by doing that he forced folks to assimilate in the same way he was forced to. He's evil, selfish, and manipulative but don't gloss over his motivations.

Let's also not forget, and this is important to me as a Native woman, he doesn't side with that KKK couple because he liked their values. He distinctly called the Choctaw who were hunting him, "Choctaw", not "Indians" not "redskins" not "injuns". That's a big deal considering much like black folk in the Jim Crow era, we weren't seen as human beings.

He switches to calling the Choctaw hunters, "Injuns" only AFTER he sees the KKK hood. It's not because he's genuinely racist, he's a manipulator and opportunist.

Let's also not forget, he mentioned he was going to kill the Klan right after he killed the Juke Joint. He didn't target them because they were Black folks finding joy, he targeted them because he heard Sammie's music. While he could have been lying, but I doubt it based on how flustered he seemed, he was scandalized by the idea of being assumed to be Klan.

He's a complex villain, look at all sides, and CERTAINLY DO NOT erase black voices ESPECIALLY when it comes to takes on oppression.

I'm only writing out my thoughts after seeing this film four times, and having conversations, analysis sessions, and listening to the opinions of with my Black friends who saw the film with me. Listen to Black voices y'all I'm begging you, don't be stupid and tone-deaf.

My credibility when it comes to this topic is, I'm a Native woman living in the deep south and my family was also terrorized by the KKK (dont get me wrong, obviously not to the same degree as Black folk down here), and I'm also Irish with a grandparent who was a former IRA member straight from Belfast. So it frustrates me to see non-Irish folk, who completely water down his character to either being Klan level racist, or a man who did nothing wrong/"a poor meow meow".

Please research black history, Irish history, southern history, native history, before making surface level character takes IM BEGGING Y'ALL.

He's a great example of Ryan Coogler making a "the oppressed becomes the oppressor" trope, he's truly a film genius.

#remmick #sinners #sinners movie #smokestack twins #sammie moore

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stl29tide · 24 days ago

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Emmerdale 2025 Recap

With Ryan Hawley coming back to the show and people tuning into Emmerdale for the first time in many years, I put together a recap of what has happened so far this year and the current storylines playing out on the show. It's kind of long, but hopefully it helps for those that are jumping back in.

April: (Marlon’s daughter) ran away from home at the end of last year. She had started drinking/partying which people attributed to Ross (who has returned to the show) telling her the truth about how her mom Donna died, but in reality April ran away because she was pregnant. She ended up having a stillbirth while homeless and ended up in the hospital with near fatal hemorrhaging. While being homeless she became friends with a homeless boy, named Dylan, who is gay and a drug addict. He showed up briefly in the village and April convinced Marlon to let him stay with them. Marlon didn’t trust him and stole drugs from the vet’s office to plant them on him. Afterward he felt guilty and offered to pay for him to go to rehab. Dylan ended up covering for him with April and kept the truth about what Marlon did to himself, but Marlon ended up confessing later on after he saw April received a letter from Dylan in rehab. *This storyline is going to continue in some way as the character of Dylan is set to return.

Quick update on Ross: He returned last year and revealed that him and Rebecca had broken up, and then she died and custody of Seb was given to some aunt of Rebecca’s that she was apparently close to and no one ever knew about. Upon coming back into the village, he got into a relationship with a woman named Steph, but she broke up with him after being unable to deal with trauma she was going through. More on her family below (it does involve Aaron). Also, just recently it was revealed that Ross has a half brother named Lewis. Emma, his mom, secretly had him, but no one knew he existed. Lewis is also gay and autistic.

Valentine’s Day Tragedy: Two groups (one female, one male) decided to go out on the town, however, Mandy ended up in the boys limo and Liam in the girl’s because Liam wanted to propose to Chas. Caleb (Cain and Chas’s half brother) was driving the limo with the men and Charity was driving the limo with the women when suddenly Charity saw Noah, her son, looking dazed in the middle of the road. She swerved to avoid hitting him and ended up on the frozen lake where the ice started to crack. As a result of the accident, Liam had a serious head injury, Suzy (Vanessa’s girlfriend) instantly died, Amy (Matty’s wife and Kerry’s daughter) died in the hospital from hypothermia, and Leyla (Jacob’s mom) died en route to the hospital in the ambulance.

Jacob/Sarah: Jacob and Sarah had been dating. Jacob wants to become a doctor and has been working in the ER which he’s been struggling with. After the accident he was left grieving Leyla and decided to break up with Sarah because he doesn’t want to love and lose anybody else. (Sarah has Fanconi Anemia so the life expectancy is much shorter). Sarah was left heartbroken but then started to move on with a guy named Kammy (they’re currently not together though). She also thought she might have been pregnant when Jacob broke up with her, but she wasn’t. She has been looking into having a baby on her own though, and in doing so, she just found out she has cervical cancer. Currently Jacob is the only one that knows.

Joe Tate & Everyone: Oh boy. Joe Tate returned to the show, but it was made clear to the audience that he had some sort of illness he was hiding from everyone. Upon his return he also started an affair with Dawn, Billy’s wife. It soon became evident that whatever was going on with Joe involved him wanting something from Noah. He started giving his business bad reviews and as a result offered to help Noah by setting him up with a job in Dubai. Ultimately Noah decided to turn it down. Cue Valentine’s Day tragedy with a dazed Noah in the middle of the road. We later find out that Joe needed a kidney transplant and he had drugged Noah in order to get him tested to see if he was a match (he wasn’t). But basically instead of making sure he was delivered safely home, he got dropped off in the middle of nowhere. So Joe’s actions led to the deaths of Leyla, Amy, and Suzy. Side note about Suzy: she was in a relationship with Vanessa, but kissed Rhona’s mom Mary, who she had feelings for. Vanessa found out about this after Suzy’s death and that’s what the beef between her and Mary (and sometimes Rhona) is. Back to Joe now. When Joe couldn’t get a kidney transplant from Noah, he decided to test Caleb, who is his uncle from the Tate side. Joe tricked Manpreet (town Doctor) into giving him a sample of Caleb’s blood. Once he confirmed Caleb was a match, he had someone attack him. He was supposed to have just been knocked out but instead was stabbed. Joe stole his kidney and had his transplant. Caleb almost died but ended up surviving and was dropped off at a hospital. He knew he lost a kidney but it was thought to be from the attack and he didn’t know the extent of what had happened to him. Finally he figured out the truth, however, at the same time Joe was also figuring out that the father of Caleb’s wife Ruby, may have not left town like people assume, but was actually killed by Caleb (this is wrong - it was Ruby, more on that below, but it was close enough to the truth to where they basically both agreed to keep each other’s secrets). With that said, the rest of the town now knows the truth about Joe being responsible for what happened on Valentine’s Day because Noah found out and told everyone. Joe ended up going through a window (he was pushed by Dawn which he remembered and forgave her for, but the police’s lead suspect was Noah), so in order for Joe to avoid punishment for everything he did, he told Noah to take back his statement or Noah would basically go down for what happened to him. If Noah takes back his statement, Joe will tell the police he slipped. He also gave Noah money, so Noah took back his statement (much to the anger of everyone in town). Dawn also avoids punishment for pushing Joe, and now Joe and Dawn are in a relationship because Dawn is an idiot.

Ruby/Caleb/Steph/Anthony/Aaron/John/Chas/Cain/Moira/Nate/Tracey:

Moira had a brain tumor no one knew about that was causing her to act erratic/forget things. During one of these episodes she tried to kiss Nate, Cain’s son. Caleb saw and exposed this. This came after Caleb had, had an affair with Tracey, Nate’s wife. Cain thought something was going on between Moira and Nate again (they slept together years ago) so he kicked off. After Tracey’s affair and Cain turning his back on him for the Moira situation, Nate decided to leave town for a new job. Since then his family thinks he cut himself off from everyone, including his child as he hasn't been sending any monetary support for her which has led to Tracey being broke and even stealing money from Eric for a period of time. What they all don’t know is that Nate actually wanted to make things work with Tracey but he never got the chance because John killed him. John dumped his body in the lake which Amy saw during the Valentine’s Day tragedy when she went under the water. She tried to tell people when she briefly woke up in the hospital but they didn’t understand and then she died. The body that was discovered this past week was his, not Anthony’s, so that’ll come out shortly.

Anthony, the father of Ruby, Caleb’s wife, shows up in town and it is eventually revealed that he used to sexually abuse Ruby when she was a teenager. Chas figures it out first, recognizing the signs from Aaron’s past, and then tells Caleb. It is also revealed through a paternity test that their daughter Steph is really Anthony’s daughter and the product of incest. There are only select people who know the truth about Steph's paternity (Ruby, Caleb, Cain, Moira, Chas, Aaron, John, Steph, and Ross). Jai doesn’t know about Steph’s paternity but he does know about Ruby’s sexual abuse. Anthony and Aaron get into a confrontation and Anthony begins to push Aaron regarding Ruby and his abuse, saying how they both wanted it etc. Aaron ends up losing it and beats Anthony. He goes home and ends up taking John back to the site where they discover Anthony dead. Thinking it was due to Aaron, John covers it up, but it’s later revealed that after Aaron left Anthony, Ruby came in and was the one that killed him. The same people that know about the sexual abuse are also the same that know about the murder (with the exception of Ross and Jai - they don’t know Anthony is dead. Joe believes Anthony is dead but thinks Caleb did it because he was abusive to Ruby but doesn’t know it was specifically sexual).

Also as a side note: After Anthony first came to town, Ruby was a mess. Cain was also a mess thinking Moira was going to die during her brain surgery. They ended up sleeping together. It didn’t mean anything, but Anthony found out, told Caleb, and then he exposed it in front of other people so Cain had to tell Moira. Both couples worked it out and are still together, but the relationship between Caleb and Cain has still been strained, though it’s gotten better since Caleb lost his kidney.

John:

Showed up into town and was a hookup that Aaron met on an app. Was eventually revealed to be a long-lost son of Jack that he had after Robert’s mother died. At first he didn’t want anything to do with Victoria and planned on leaving town, but ended up staying for Aaron who he was falling for. Basically everyone thinks he’s the greatest cause he’s constantly saving people. Some people he actually helped without hurting them. Some people he hurt in order to save them. He has a MAJOR hero complex and is a complete psycho. I’m just going to give a rundown of everything he’s done that I can remember off the top of my head.

His ex-fiancée, Aiden, was in the military with him and he was “injured” on patrol when he was alone with John and ended up in a coma. We don’t really know what specifically John did to him but it’s implied he did do something to him as Aiden just recently had woken up and John was going to kill him to prevent him from ever telling anyone what he did, but he couldn’t go through with it at the last minute and then Aiden had a heart attack. He was going to let him die, but then his hero complex kicked in again and he pulled the alarm and started CPR. He’s alive but is in a coma again.

Drugged Nate to “save” him, but ended up killing him instead and then threw his body in the lake.

Drugged Chas to “save” her and then made it look like Liam’s ex-girlfriend, Ella, was responsible.

Attacked Liam from behind to get revenge on him for “humiliating” him for missing a diagnosis at work and continued to frame Liam’s ex-girlfriend for the injury.

Put Jacob into an anaphylactic shock to “save” him and to also win Liam’s favor back.

Messed with the slurry tank at the Farm in order to frame/get payback on Mack, who didn't like him, and to also “help” with the cleanup. Ended up poisoning a few residents, including his own nephew (Victoria’s son) after it got into the town’s drinking water.

After Aaron got mad that Mack said he wouldn’t be his best man anymore (everyone hated him for the slurry tank incident so he thought it would be best to not be involved in the wedding), John tampered with a trailer Moira was working on so it would collapse on her, and then got Mack up to the farm so he [Mack] could save Moira and people would forgive him so he’d agree to be Aaron’s best man again.

Also important to note that John has lied a lot. Obvious about his crimes, yes, but he also lied about Aiden to Aaron and told him he was dead and what his funeral was like etc. Eventually Aaron found out that Aiden was alive and in a coma but John basically gave Aaron a story about how he felt guilt for not being able to save him and he was never going to wake up and all this other stuff. Idk. His go to seems to be to get mad and then make people feel sorry so they forgive him. He also does NOT like to be reprimanded. For a while Mack hated John and it didn’t seem like Liam liked him either but now they both seem to be okay with him, so unfortunately there isn’t anyone left in town that doesn’t think he isn’t a good guy.

Other random village bits:

Eric has Parkinson's and was scammed out of all his money. Recently Brenda and Cathy went on a 3-month cruise, but I believe that the actress who plays Brenda is leaving the show for good so I don't think she'll be coming back. Paddy and Mandy are still a couple. Rhona and Marlon are still a couple (but boy did that get rocky for a while). Liv's former husband Vinny is with Gaby now. Victoria is single. She was dating David and then she got with his son, Jacob, for a while and that caused David to leave (gone for good). Belle is also single. She was in an abusive marriage with Tom King, Jimmy's nephew and after a long time finally got some justice with him going to prison (unfortunately it wasn't a very long sentence).

That's it! Hopefully that's enough info to know where everyone is currently at and gives enough context for things mentioned on the show.

#emmerdale #robron

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Mona Lisa

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One Shot | Terry Richmond x (FWB) Fem!Reader

I see n*ggas in this bitch stunting, popping bottles Getting drunk with these b*tches Then when they leave, they get followed Fall asleep with that b*tch And really don't know much about her Then she let us in, we take all of your sh*t And when you wake up, she help you try to find it, I love her

Description: You work with Terry setting up men and robbing them for their money and valuables.

Waning(s): No fuckin y'all:( no fuckin in this one. Maybe in pt. 2 if y'all like it...

Also I def stole this idea from my bf's fic w/ Habit in EMH <-

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A lot of people would say that money turns you into a monster. Society's pressure to have money to meet the basic humans needs of survival drives people to do fucked up things for money. And we feel bad for them. We feel bad for the people who have to rob, steal, and kill just to feed their family.

Then there's you. Of course the money is a bonus but you just do it for sport. It's damn near orgasmic to watch them fall into your web. Like they always do. Men. The scum of the earth. It honestly wasn't your fault though. You never FORCED them to fall for you. You just fluttered your pretty little eyes and added a sway to your walk and they swarmed like moths to a fucking flame. Of like flies to horse shit but who are you to judge. Who were you to...waste... the gift you'd been blessed with. The gift to manipulate.

I tell her, "Get him," she say, "I got you" I say, "No, bitch, I said get him"

It was a pretty busy day at the club tonight. The club pounded with red and purple lights. Blurring figures with sweaty bodies surrounded you. It stunk with sweat and bad decisions . Perfect. That always meant the water was perfect for catching something or someone. Terry had told you to go out tonight and catch some prey for him and who were you to deny a good time.

And they so pretty, and they hair lengthy He hit it and sleep on her titties

You moved through the dance floor taking slow and meaningful steps. You knew they were watching some even already started following. Great. With a quick look back and an innocent smile you continued walking to the bar. This would bait out which ones were confident enough to come up and talk to you.

"Good girl they're flocking to you. Don't fuck this up." you heard him your earpiece. You rolled your eyes and discretely held out your middle finger. Fucker.

"Done be a fucking brat pay attention." he responded, blah blah fuckin blah.

Taking a seat you quickly went into phase two. You ordered a water and laid you head on your hand while putting on a sad expression. The first man sat beside you but the shoes were a big no. Next was Devon but not with that busted Gucci belt. Then there was Tim and he wad cute..oh wait nope hell nah what the fuck was the fit choice. uh uh. There was Chase, Tre, Levi, Luke, Von, Dre, Ryan, and Malik. All gave the same energy. Broke. AF! You were honestly getting over it. Irritated that you wasted a perfectly good outfit on this slow night. Then you saw him. Your next victim partner. Tye.

You can get snaked, you can get faked Out by the bitch that you feeling 'cause you Thought that she was an angel, that bitch ain't no angel I treat her halo like a frisbee,

He came over when he saw you all distraught awe. What a man. It took little to no time to get him caught on you. A light brush of your fingers on his arm. Laughing at his not so funny jokes. A complement here and there as he cheeks would light up like a Christmas tree. Now it's time for phase three.

Tye couldn't jump fast enough when you asked if y'all can head to his home. Little man was tryna get lucky tonight. Well he would be maybe not at the cost he was willing to pay. You made some light conversation on the ride there. He opened up to you. He works in real estate. He has a pretty good salary but he doesn't like to show it off. But he does like to appreciate his achievements. Perfect.

"Sounds like money to me" Terry chimed in your ear. Looking out the side mirror you could see Terry following behind y'all.

She lie through her teeth; cavities, fillings She know where you hide it, tell me where it's hidden She know when you gone, tell me when to visit

You were expecting money but you were expecting to pull up to a damn mini mansion. Well fuck. Maybe you should hold on to this one. Just for a little bit. See how much you can milk him for...You made a hand gesture out the window. Signaling to Terry you wanted to wait this one out.

"I was thinking the same thing sweetheart." He cockily replied and drives away. That fucker just left me. Oh well.

We break in your home and take the specifics And meanwhile, the bitch is on vacation with him

You did just that. You fucked his brains out that night. Of course you had to make sure he wouldn't dare think about another bitch. Its been about 3 months and y'all are in a relationship. He's taken you all around the world. To the finest restaurants, clubs, exclusive resorts. You only drank and ate the best. He treated you like a queen. Worshipped the ground you walked on. You were living lavish.

So she don't get blamed, we don't snatch chains We find out addresses, and we don't leave messes You'll only know that it's gone when you checking Then your first thought is to start second guessing

But like always that feeling that always comes came. The feeling of being bored. You were over this lovey lovey shit, and he was getting slightly suspicious of the small things that would come up missing every-time you both went out. Terry and you had made at least 100k off of stealing and selling small valuables over the past few months.

She say, "What's wrong?" He say, "Nothing, keep resting," She say, "What's missing?"—"How you know something missing?" He scratched his head, she say, "Get back in bed," Then she gave him some head, boy, you can't trust them bitches

That didn't last long. Every time he brought up something missing you would act confused and scared then just fuck him into amnesia. This worked for awhile but you could tell it was coming to an end so why not go out with a bang.

We waiting outside, watch him pull up Walk up to the door, and right before he knocked She open the door naked, she left it unlocked They started French kissing so he didn't see moi

You gave Terry the okay to come through and put on some slow music. It was now or never. You straddled Tye and kissed him deeply. He took the hint and responded immediately. You began grinding on his already hard cock.

And then she let him in, they stopped on the couch Music up loud with his head in the clouds

He didn't hear Terry come in. Or the 5 guys he brought with him who were pros at clearing out a house in 10 minuets. You wrapped your arms around him and began lightly moaning ins ear trying to cover up any low sounds the men made as they got into position.

Turn that shit down, and I scared the piss out him Piss a nigga off, put the gun to his frown "Nigga, turn around, I ain't here to fuck around I ain't here to fuck around, caught you with your pants down You know what it is, put your fucking hands up!

Terry turnt the volume down with his dramatic ass. I don't know why this man loved dramatic entrances. I acted along and screamed while holding onto Tye. Tye wrapped his arms around me attempting to protect me.

"Let her go and put your fucking hands up. Don't move." Terry's voice boomed. Tye realized that there were 5 other men and did what Terry said.

Liz, that's enough, you can put your hands down" Then he looked dead at her and he shook his head at her She a good actress, and you a dead actor

You put your hands ups and fake sobbed. Tye looked so broken. He couldn't even protect his poor girlfriend. Your sobs echo'd through the empty house.

"Fucking damn sweetheart, all that damn wailing shut that shit up and get out my damn face." You sniffled and waited for a second.

Then you laughed loudly. "What I was just trying to add a lil extra pow you know?" You responded innocently. Tye looked absolutely heart broken. You almost felt bad. Almost. Not really.

You'll be dead after we get what we after If she call you daddy, she 'bout to be a bastard, oh

"Uh huh you always doing some extra shit. Aye doll, you been calling him daddy when y'all fuck?" Terry randomly questioned.

You nodded "Duh I have to give the people what they want"

"I guess you bout to be a bastard than." You chucked and sat on the couch and watched as Terry and his man ransacked the house. Shortly after he put a bullet in Tye's head. Welp. On to the next one.

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