Red Ties

Chapter 32

Mary, a sweet Christian girl living in the city of Brooklyn as a nurse had a simple life. She loved her work, her friends and attending church every Sunday and helping Reverend McCarthy. Her life was nothing out of the ordinary. However, it all changed one day when she bumps into the intriguing and intimidating James Barnes, Brooklyn’s notorious mafia boss and is introduced to a world of guns, lust and dominance.

Warnings: BDSM, Dom/Sub, Mafia, Violence, Gang, SMUT, Sex, Possessive Bucky, Overprotectiveness, Bondage, Sexual Themes, Dark Themes, Guns, Drugs, Gang Violence

Mary was snuggled in the crook of James neck, his large arm wrapped around her and trailing his fingers over the warmth of her shoulder. Her body was patchy with red marks from the crop, sticky with her sweat and wetness, and completely exhausted. James would have suggested a bath or a shower, but he too was exhausted and didn’t want to move. Her hair was a total mess of blonde, but she didn’t care. Her body was a mixture of soreness and satisfaction.

She was going to have to pray double hard from now on because watching and experiencing the show of dominant James was something she couldn’t resist now. The way he had worked that riding crop to both pleasure and hurt her was amazing, and she was too shy to admit she enjoyed it. The bondage keeping her in place meant she was completely at his mercy, submitting to his every move and order, and the way he spoke to her, with a tone that said ‘I’m in charge’ made her tingle. Perhaps this is what she has been missing her whole life. She bended so naturally to this submissive role, the word sir just rolling off her tongue and gracefully asking him permission to come. It was like she was born to be submissive. 

And James was equally as pleased as her. 

“So?” He asked simply, and Mary pulled her head from his chest, furrowing her brows over her tired eyes. 

“What did you think?” He asked, and Mary took a deep breath before blushing bright red. James didn’t need an answer to know she enjoyed every single second of what he had done to her, admitting it was going to be even more painful than having that crop leave its mark on her body. 

“I liked it,” she whispered, biting her lower lip to stop the grin on her face, and James smirked. His large hand cupped her face, and he tenderly kissed her, nuzzling her softly. 

“Do you think you would want to do more?” He asked against her lips, and she moaned softly, nodding slowly. 

This opened the door to endless possibilities. Perhaps he would take her to Vanilla, where he had the time and space to do whatever he wanted. His closet held a lot of toys and whips, but not as much as his private room at the club, the perfect apparatus to tie her up to, fuck her, and have her screaming and begging. Plus, the rooms were soundproof, so those beautiful noises were for his ears only. 

“That was just a taste; there’s so much more I’d want to do to you. Perhaps we can go to my club one day.” The idea scared her, but Mary had seemed to be enjoying fear lately, and she nodded shyly, lost for words. 

"Sure,” she whispered. 

“One day, not right now,” he assured her, and she smiled. What they did just hours ago was enough for a while. But the thought of what he was going to do to her next was exciting. 

“Come on, let's go clean up,” he murmured as he slipped out of bed, taking Mary with him. They were both sticky and reeked of sex, despite not doing so. James ran a hot, steamy bath, slipping into the large tub and opening his arms for Mary as she sank in front of him, leaning against his warm chest. The water enveloped her and instantly relaxed her sore muscles. The bondage was tight, and being the first time for her, it had pulled her arms up in an unusual position for a long time. The rope had slightly dug into her wrists, leaving red marks, and, of course, the riding crop marks on her whole body. 

James took a soft loofa and drenched her body in it, running the water down her naked chest and over the marks. His other hand held her close and had to hold itself back from dipping in between her legs again. She was so relaxed, she could have fallen asleep on him. He washed her, rinsed her, and wrapped her in a towel and fluffy robe, bringing her back to the crumpled sheets of his bed. He was only dressed in a pair of long pants, loose around his hips, and showing off his toned chest. 

Mary lay in the centre of the bed as he unwrapped the belt, keeping the robe together and pulling the two sides open to reveal her beautiful body. James reached into the bedside cabinet for a large pot of cream, and Mary looked at him confused. 

“What’s that?” She asked softly as he whipped his fingers into the cream, gathering it on the ends of his fingers, and rubbed it between his hands before massaging it into her skin, especially on the areas where the crop had done its work. 

“It’s called aftercare. It’s an aloe cream to help with any soreness and marks.” His fingers and hands were so gentle, and they massaged the cream deep into her skin, pressing any knots out of her tired body. She moaned as he ran his hands up to her chest and left them there, warm and safe, before dragging them back down to her stomach. 

“Do you do this every time?” She asked curiously, and James smirked, running his hands up to her chest, but instead of bringing them back down, he cupped her face. 

“Yes, it’s the most important thing after a scene to look after your submissive. Without it, you’d just be torturing them,” he explained, and he bent down to press a kiss to her lips. Mary wondered why he called it a scene but didn’t have a chance to answer as he showered her with kisses, nuzzles, and soft whispers. He crawled up to slip under the covers with her, wrapping her in his arms once again as she snuggled into his warmth. 

“I’m going to Mrs. McKenzie’s tomorrow; maybe we can go and visit Yori together?” She asked. 

"Yeah, that would be good. He’s probably not taking his meds still,” Mary slightly smirked to herself, knowing now that Yori had promised to take them. After his fall, he promised to be more careful from now on. She didn’t tell James she had visited him; she had promised not to, and although she didn’t like lying and lying to James, she wouldn’t break her promise. But something bothered her, and she pulled herself up slightly to lean against the fluffy pillows behind her, turning to James.

“How did you and Yori meet?” She wondered, and James froze for a second. Mary suddenly felt guilty, seeing the sudden change in his posture and eyes as he stared forward. It was obviously a sensitive subject, but she hadn’t known, and she was about to tell him he didn’t have to tell her if he didn’t want to, but he spoke first. 

“We met eight years ago, through his son. He worked as a delivery driver,” he said sadly, and Mary kept quiet as she listened. 

“It was a Friday night. Me and the boys were meeting with a rival gang for a gun exchange. It was at the docks. It was only supposed to be us and them, but his son had come to the docks with a delivery, a last-minute thing. We went up to make the exchange, but the rival gang was planning to fuck us over.” The swear word made her flinch a little, but she held on. 

“Things didn’t go according to plan, and it ended up being a shootout. There wasn’t any other way out. His son had driven his truck into the docks where we were and came out to leave the delivery there, but he had seen us. The rival gang saw him as well. He didn’t stand a chance at getting out. One of the men from the rival gang shot him before he even had a chance to run. It was the wrong place at the wrong time sort of situation,” Mary softly gasped, staring up at James as he stared forward, the sadness and sorrow in his voice breaking him down. This was the first time Mary had actually seen him sad, with remorse inside. 

“I’ve done some terrible things in my time, but I never wanted anyone who didn’t deserve to get hurt to get hurt. The exchange failed, and the gang bolted before the cops could turn up. I found out who he was and learned that his father, Yori, was here in the States as well.”.

“The guilt of knowing someone innocent had died because they were doing their job almost killed me, and I had managed to track Yori down. I turned up at his and told him the truth.”.

“What did he say?” She asked. 

“He slammed the door in my face. God, he hated me. I couldn’t stand to talk to me. I don't really blame him. At the time, he had threatened to go to the cops about it, and back then, I wasn’t as powerful as I am now. I brought over a check for a large amount of money, but he refused to take it. He said he didn’t want my dirty money. I didn’t give up, though. I knew his son had been helping him with funds, so I decided to take over that. I told him I wasn’t going to leave him alone until he accepted my help. He thought I was trying to buy his silence, which I think at the time I was, but I mostly just wanted to help him,” he chuckled. 

"Eventually, he accepted. He agreed to keep quiet as long as he carried on funding his accommodation and kept him updated on what was going on.” He turned to her finally, and Mary looked up with shock. 

“Do you still give him money?” James nodded and smiled. 

“He’s the only guy I’d ever let tell me what to do and give me a bollocking. That’s why I visit every week. I think over the years Yori has accepted that what happened to his son wasn’t entirely my fault, but that doesn’t stop him from teasing me about it.”.

Mary was in silence. She didn’t realise that there was such a dark past between Yori and James. She now understood why Yori had such a grumpy demeanour all the time, but she couldn’t blame him. It made sense for the reason for bickering between the two alpha males. Mary knew she would have to face stories like this one. This was James’s world, and as much as she tried to stay out of it, it popped back up here and there, and she couldn’t escape its dark details. But the look on James’s face and the tone of his voice had proved to her that he wasn’t a complete monster and did have remorse for those that are innocent, just not the ones that aren’t. 

Instead of asking anymore questions, Mary snuggled back into his arms and closed her eyes, breathing in the rich scent lingering from his chest, and she sighed heavily. Exhaustion was taking over her now, and all she wanted was a long, deep sleep. Tomorrow was a new day, and who knows what lies ahead for her? A final press of his lips sent her into a deep slumber.

Chapter 33

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Tentacoli (Tentacles, 1977)

"I always heard that octopuses don't attack humans, is that true?"

"It is. I guess he had a reason to do it."

"Is it true that the suckers on their tentacles are as deadly as the claws of a tiger?"

"Claws are nothing compared to those, Turner. Nothing."

stuck in the middle (1) | bucky x avenger!reader 

summary: Steve’s silly joke happened to inspire the best, or possibly the worst, idea Wanda had ever come up with — send James Buchanan Barnes and y/n on an all-expenses-paid honeymoon in Hawaii. the problem? they cannot stand to be around each other.

warnings: enemies to lovers, forced proximity, explicit language, alcohol consumption, sarcastic!bucky

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Wanda had never considered herself too lucky, but she had not been entirely unfortunate either. 

She’d often get the last croissant at her favorite coffee shop or find money in every little corner of the compound — abandoned lockers at the gym, behind the coffee jar in the pantry, in the pocket of Tony’s pants that one and only time he had asked the girl to wash them for him.

Wanda could remember the day she had won her first contest vividly. The anxiety at the pit of her stomach, the crinkling of paper as she tore open a brown envelope, the pure joy when she had found out about receiving a pink toaster oven. That fateful day had forever been burned into her memories. 

A couple of weeks later, she had entered a second competition after accidentally stumbling upon it in a random magazine and won again and again until Wanda, getting all sorts of things for free, became a running joke at the compound. It had been no different after a major travel company had announced a contest for a free vacation in Hawaii months ago, she could sense, before she had even opened the oversized box Maui Dreams had delivered to the Avengers’ headquarters. 

Wanda had been right; she had not exhausted her luck yet. 

“Bucky, I’m sorry!” She threw the soldier a sheepish glance before dragging y/n out of the training facility that afternoon. Wanda had paid little mind to James, and if looks could kill, she would’ve been six feet under. 

It was only when the two girls had reached the compound’s kitchen did y/n notice that Wanda was still in her pajamas, holding a bright pink paper slip. The redhead’s expression was a mixture of anxiety and bewilderment, and y/n couldn’t decide which one she’d prefer to experience first if neither wasn’t an option. 

“Training with Bucky is a nightmare, so thank you for the temporary rescue, but,” she gestured to the paper Wanda was holding before getting a water bottle from the fridge, “what’s this, and why is it making you upset?” 

“This,” Wanda held up the CONGRATULATIONS: HAWAII AWAITS! letter, “is a note granting me a free vacation in Hawaii.” She chewed on her lip, staring at y/n. “Hawaii!” 

“Yes, Hawaii.” She nodded, unsure as if one wrong word would cause Wanda to lose her temper. 

“This,” she waved the paper in y/n’s face, “is a free pass for a week in paradise, and I cannot go! I read their terms and conditions and, shit, I even emailed them, but,” heavy accent laced itself around her words, “they’ve decided that for the reason that Vision is a robot, and I’m a foreign weapon of mass destruction we cannot go.” She spoke mockingly, rolling her eyes. “They worded it differently, but it seems ridiculous nonetheless.” 

“Modern problems require modern solutions.” She offered Wanda a half smile, trying to make a joke out of the situation. “Besides, they might’ve been right about the destruction part of the email.” She added in a much quieter voice, referring to the complex of buildings her teammate had recently destroyed. 

It had been purely an accident, a blunder of magic most would've had a difficult time controlling if one was to ask y/n. However, it had been a pure catastrophe if one was to ask the American government. 

“It was an accident, and the houses were empty.” The redhead cocked her head to the side, face painted in faux shock at y/n’s accusations. 

“Offer the trip to Steve. Heaven knows Captain Rogers needs a break.” She finished the water bottle, throwing it into the trash. “We can talk later, but I must get going.”

James Buchanan Barnes was undoubtedly still waiting in the training facility, and, though y/n had little desire to finish training, she couldn’t bail again. Besides, James had been beating her ass at hand-to-hand combat the past few weeks, and she’d be everything she had always despised if she gave him the satisfaction of giving up that easily. 

“I did.” The guilty undertones in Wanda’s tone stopped y/n in her tracks, and she glanced at the redhead from over her shoulder. “I signed up the two of you for the vacation.” 

Bewilderment burned in y/n’s eyes. “What?!” 

“Pack your bags.” The younger girl chuckled, leaning against the bar. Her smile was everything but innocent. “The plane leaves tomorrow evening.” 

The woman tried arguing, she did. 

As soon as James had dismissed her from training, she had been running around in meek attempts to locate Steve, and even when she had finally succeeded, Wanda’s story proved to be true. The schedules had been cleared, Steve’s bags had been packed. It was suspicious, way too suspicious — the Steve she had known for almost ten years already, wouldn’t have willingly signed up for a vacation. It was an all-expenses-paid vacation in Hawaii, yes, but everything had appeared too perfect for it to be true.

She found herself on the plane the next evening nonetheless because if The Captain Rogers agreed to it, she could see herself tanning topless, a Moscow Mule in hand, as well. The universe must’ve heard y/n’s prayers and decided to bless her with a miracle. Thank you, universe, she thought, sipping on a vodka soda the flight attendant had given her as soon as she sat down in the business-class seat. Though the airplane could never compare to the luxury of Tony’s private jets, which dripped with excessive luxury, it was far better than flights with the team, for this flight had no bickering or shouting. I need more of these, y/n decided when a nearby passenger kept slamming their backpack into the overhead bin, I need more vodka.

“This compartment must be full. Perhaps you should try the compartment next to it?” She softly suggested, flipping through the airline’s in-flight shopping catalog.

She loved boarding first for the copious amounts of space in the overhead bins because the loss of storage was the sorrow passengers who boarded last suffered.

“What the fuck?” Bucky gawked at her before giving the backpack a final push and deciding to shove it underneath the seat when it didn’t fit. “Where the fuck is Steve?” His loud voice earned judging glances from the people with kids in the row ahead of them, but he paid the family no mind.

“James?!”

Devil himself sat beside y/n, his perplexed expression matching hers. No, no, no, Steve wouldn’t.

The woman had been overly excited to meet Bucky in all his glory after the court had declared him innocent. And, sure, he had stabbed her the first time they met, but y/n had been willing to put the past behind the pair and start fresh. Everyone deserved a second chance, or everyone except Bucky, she had determined, when he had been nothing but an asshole for the last five years. It had never been a ‘James hates everyone’ issue, no, it was a ‘Bucky hates y/n’ issue. If he was determined to make her life a living hell, she was more than happy to return the favor, declaring war.

“Did you put him up to this?”

“What?”

“Did you switch places with Steve?” He repeated in a far bolder and louder voice.

She could not comprehend the words that rolled off of his tongue. Why would she, the woman who had recently replaced his almond milk with whole milk, knowing he’d suffer immensely, but doing it anyway just for the fun of it, ask Steve to go on a vacation with James?

“Yes, sergeant, I begged Steve for a week in paradise with the great James Buchanan Barnes.”

The soldier raised a brow, digging into his back pocket to retrieve something y/n deemed as a brick — an old, barely usable cellphone Bucky used for his personal endeavors. She peeked at the contact list of three whole people and snickered to herself. Steve, Sam, and his therapist were the only numbers he had saved. Though it did not come as a surprise, it was amusing to witness.

“Sir, please put the phone away, we are preparing for takeoff.”

His head shot up at the sound of the flight attendant’s voice. James glanced between the insufferable woman in the seat on his left and the woman with a pleasant smile standing nearby, carefully choosing his next battle.

“There’s been a misunderstanding.” He grinned apologetically, but closed the flip phone. “I just need to make a quick call.” 

“The plane door’s open,” y/n shrugged, pretending to look unbothered as if Bucky’s appearance on the plane wasn’t the most horrifying of problems, “you could let me go on the trip alone,” she paused, pretending to be in deep thought, “I’d be distraught, of course, but it’d be nothing a little Hawaiian sun and a martini couldn’t fix.”

Bucky scoffed at her. Was she really that stuck up to believe she was the only one in need of a holiday? 

James wouldn’t outright admit it, but he desperately craved a break from the stress of high-stakes missions, frequently occurring chaos in the compound, from y/n, who had ruined his last Wednesday by switching his almond milk to whole milk. He had stayed up in the bathroom until midnight, missing out on a potentially incredible date. It would've been his third after James had gotten his mind back and y/n had wrecked it, prompting a stream of angry messages from Jennifer, a bartender at a local bar. 

“The door is actually closed, ma’am. Please fasten your seatbelts and turn all devices on airplane mode.” The flight attendant’s smile faltered for a second. “Would you like me to bring you another vodka soda when we’re in the air?” She questioned, gesturing to y/n’s empty plastic cup as an offer for consolation.

“Make it double, please.” She nodded eagerly, the appalling realization of James and her being stuck on an airplane to Hawaii slowly creeping in.

The soldier threw an unamused glare in the girl’s direction, "if you throw up-“

“Oh my,” the annoyance in her tone was evident when she spoke, “that was one time, James,” she pushed a finger into his chest, “It was Halloween, and I wanted to outdrink Steve, and-“

“And I don’t care.” He shuffled in his seat for a more comfortable position. The plane was suddenly too hot and too cramped for James to stomach. “Just don’t throw up and, this one you might find difficult executing, stop talking to me. It’s bad enough I got tricked into getting on a plane with the most aggravating woman alive.” The words dripped with poison, firm and calculated. The former sentence was harsh, but it was his truth.  

“When we land, you could stay at the airport,” she turned to face him, her knees bumping against his half on purpose, half because of the tight space between them, “and get on the next flight to upstate New York.”

James sneered, “sounds like a plan. I sincerely hope you’ll exceed at completing it.” If anyone was to catch the next flight to NYC it would be y/n, he’d make sure of it.

She studied him, hoping her deadly stare would frighten the soldier, yet he didn’t move, make a sound, or change facial expressions. He remained entirely cool on the outside, and it infuriated her.  

The next time her knees bumped into his, it was deliberate. “I need a vacation.” If James wanted to, and he did, he would’ve purposely mistaken the comment for a plea. A plea for sympathy from none other than y/n, the woman who never begged people for anything.

“As do I.” 

“This is only the beginning then, princess,” she snatched the phone from his hands, aggressively flipping it shut from when he had turned it on after the flight attendant had left his sight, “this monstrosity is old enough to be a safety hazard, and it definitely does not have airplane mode.”

“Good. Perhaps it’ll kill us both and put me out of this misery.” He hissed, capturing y/n’s wrist.

She almost hoped it would.

“Honeymoon?!”

“I might have twisted the truth slightly,” Wanda’s voice sounded distracted over the phone.

“Slightly? I’m on a fucking honeymoon with Bucky Barnes, Wanda.” She could see Bucky through the glass windows from where she was standing in the smoking area outside of the hotel.

“Mmmh.”

“They’re putting us in the Lovers’ Suite as we speak. There’s probably going to be rose petals everywhere.”

“First, calm down.” Wanda switched the iPhone to her left side, holding it in place with her shoulder and cheek as she painted her nails.

Though she wouldn’t admit it, hearing the betrayal in y/n’s voice was the highlight of her week. She loved the girl, and if it came down to it, she’d die for her, but the situation was amusing at the least.

Steve had been the first person to find out about Hawaii, and when he made a seemingly silly joke that she should send Bucky and y/n on a honeymoon, a plan had been born.

“Second, you love roses.” A foolproof plan of Steve and Wanda to help the idiots notice what they had been blind to. “Besides it’s just for one week.”

“One week with Bucky Barnes is one week too long.”

“Please send me photos of you two at the beach.” The redhead chuckled.

“There will be no photos of us at the beach,” she replied, her tone dripping with poison, “I hope you know that I will forever hate you.”

“Don’t blame me. I didn’t know Bucky would show up instead of Steve.” Wanda lied through her teeth. 

She had known about the ordeal that would unfold. In fact, she had masterfully orchestrated it all. It was y/n’s fault for believing Captain America would choose a vacation over missions and meetings he had been scheduled to attend.

“Steve better sleep with his eyes open when I get back.”

“I love you!” Wanda hung up the phone before y/n could get another word in.

“Shit.” She cursed under her breath when the phone suddenly became silent.

The soldier’s sickeningly charming smile was the last thing y/n expected when she strutted up to the reception desk.

“Darling, would you mind showing your ID? It’s the final thing we need to check in.”

She raised a brow at James, confused. “What?”

He threw her a brief, unimpressed glance before softening his eyes and gesturing to the woman. “Aaliyah has the room ready early, but she needs both of our IDs to check us in. It’s mentioned in the rules of the contest.”

The contest Wanda had used to trick her. May she burn in Sokovian hell.

“Yes, both parties must present their IDs. It’s simply a formality.” Aaliyah chimed in. “Our staff always get informed of the winners’ names. It’s the only way to redeem activities, meals at the à la carte restaurants, and special discounts.”

“Would a driver’s license work?” She asked, rummaging through her purse before sliding a random ID over the counter.

“Of course!” The receptionist’s smile was too bright and too happy for nine in the morning, y/n decided, but then again, it was Hawaii, so perhaps people functioned differently here. “Is this your first honeymoon?”

“It is!” She answered too quickly and without giving James a chance to speak. “We’ve just been too busy to notice as time flew by. Today’s our fourth wedding anniversary.” The words fell out of her mouth quicker than y/n could stop them, and she winced at the lie.

“Congratulations! I’ll have a romantic dinner arranged for tonight. Would seven work, or should I schedule it at eight?”

She had been entirely wrong. The universe cursed her — the tipsiness from the vodka was wearing off, the week in paradise turned out to be a faux honeymoon, and the random ID, she had provided hurriedly so as to not arouse suspicions on why a regular traveler carried that many driver’s licenses, was issued under the name of none other than Amelie Barnes. The ID had never been a problem until today when it incriminated y/n as Bucky’s wife and became the ultimate punishment for all the sins she had committed against the soldier.

Perhaps I should clean out my wallet sometimes. 

“We wouldn’t want to cause any trouble, Aaliyah.” He awkwardly patted y/n on the shoulder. “You must deal with hundreds of honeymooners every day.”

“Nonsense. It’d be my pleasure.”

“The flight was exhausting,” James tried again, “we’ll probably enjoy a drink or two and call it a night.”

"It's fine, really." She chimed in, stepping further away from James and his awkward touches. "We want to order room service anyways." 

"Yes!" He agreed, glancing at y/n. "A burger sounds divine." The timber of Bucky's voice was utterly unconvincing. 

"Scheduling a dinner? It sounds too tiring and too long of a process." The woman offered Aaliyah a foolish grin, resting her elbows on the reception desk and propping her head in her hands. 

She had attempted to sound unbothered, but her delivery of words had been quite ridiculous. She appeared eccentric, stupidly staring at the employee through panicked eyes. I am not his wife, he is not my husband. Please, woman, do not arrange a romantic dinner for the two of us tonight.

Unfortunately, the receptionist did not turn out to be a mind reader. 

“It's not," she narrowed her eyes before her tightly pursed lips switched into a smile, "seven it is then! Toro Toro is our finest restaurant and will be perfect for a passionate anniversary celebration.”

“Great.” Bucky muttered under his breath.

She slid two pamphlets over the desk, “One of the pamphlets is a map of the hotel, and the other is a list of honeymoon activities. Couples massage seems to be the fan favorite.” She typed something on the computer before pushing the IDs and two sets of room keys in their direction, “Brody will lead you to the suite. Welcome to Hawaii Mr. and Mrs. Barnes.”

“I’m not going to the dinner.” James slumped into the couch.

The room was spacious and elegant, and, her intuition had been right, covered in rose petals. A bottle of champagne stood in a bucket of ice on the coffee table, a generous fruit basket and a note next to it. She landed on the opposite side of the sofa, picking up the postcard to read it.

Welcome to Hawaii — paradise awaits. We wish you a passionate and blissful honeymoon. The mea inu (drinks) are on us!

“Fine by me.” She let out a strangled chuckle at the irony of it all. “Do you think the receptionist was in on it?”

“Aaliyah?” James reached down to pop the champagne open. “She might be on something, that much I can say, but,” he took a sip from the bottle before pouring himself a glass and then, after a second of hesitation, begrudgingly poured y/n a glass too, “to think Steve would set her up is a reach.”

“Wanda would. She knew about the flights and the honeymoon package, and,” y/n got silent and took a big gulp of champagne when a sudden realization set in, “what were the rules of the contest?”

“I’m not Google on legs, y/n.” An aggravated sigh slipped past his lips.

She craved to spit a sarcastic comment at James but refrained against it. 

“What if we have to pretend to be a couple? What if the contest is designed in a way that a pair of friends or strangers cannot redeem the prize, and we’ll have to pay for everything? Tony would skin us.”

“The receptionist mentioned something along the lines of people scamming the contest’s company, but this is utter nonsense. There were five winners in total, they couldn’t possibly monitor each pair.”

“They could take away the activities.” She raised a brow, finishing her drink. “Bye, bye scuba diving.”

“Don’t be ridiculous. Besides, we are,” the word got lost in his throat as James made a disgusted face, “a couple as of thirty minutes ago. In fact, we’re celebrating our fourth wedding anniversary.”

“The ID was issued a little over four years ago, Barnes.”

“And? You just had to run your big mouth and get us a reservation for a romantic dinner, didn’t you?”

“I panicked!” She raised her voice, finding a way into the bedroom. It was a monstrosity compared to the living room, decorated with not only rose petals but Hershey's chocolate kisses and candles everywhere. “The driver’s license I pulled happened to be under the name of Amelie Barnes, she saw it was issued a little over four years ago and most likely assumed I had changed my name soon after our wedding.”

“The wedding we never had.”

She had been wiping roses off the bed and onto the floor, emptying a pair of heavy suitcases on the satin sheets as soon as it was clean.

“It’s not like I could’ve snatched the ID and presented another. Perhaps she recognized you, the infamous Winter Soldier, but I, if you need a refresher,” the woman disappeared into the balcony when James came into the bedroom, “work under disguises.” Her voice was almost a whisper in the morning’s wind. “I’m the Avenger without a name.”

Nick Fury had imposed a great deal of strength and a great deal of sorrow upon y/n when she had finished S.H.I.E.L.D. training. She had excelled in many areas, but lying was her forte. The woman had once loved to be a ghost story, to embody a superhero without an identity, especially when fellow Avengers couldn't show faces in public without getting recognized. All good things come to an end, she had learned when the lies had become a burden, bleeding into her personal life, and y/n had found herself largely alone. James, a man she despised, had more genuine memories of y/n than her past lovers ever would. Over the years, it had evolved into as generous of a problem as it had been an opportunity. 

“This is bad.” Bucky followed after her. “We cannot be seen together.”

“As if we usually are.”

“I’m being serious, y/n. Forget about the money. What if someone recognizes me and connects the quite obvious dots that you might be working for the  Avengers as well?” James leaned on the balcony railing, too close to y/n for her enjoyment.

The woman stayed silent, enjoying the view. The sky was stained with various hues of blue, lighter than the endless ocean ahead of them. It was nothing short of breathtaking, glorious even. Hawaii was truly a paradise on Earth with its sandy air and pleasantly warm sun, whose rays gently caressed her skin.

“Officially you are retired. The public isn’t aware of your affiliation with Avengers.” She reminded. "Amelie Barnes is the wife of a retired officer, nothing less, nothing more."

There was a chance they could run into a former HYDRA agent or a politician the Avengers had tried and failed to lock up, but the chance was too slim to become a burden. Perhaps we could make this work, she thought and stole a glance at Bucky. She would stay on her side of the hotel while he would stay on his, and if need be, they’d pretend to be a couple without getting noticed by these vacationing villains James referred to. It had happened before, once, when Sam had a genius idea of catching an arms dealer at an upscale club in New York City. James had kissed her then, and much to y/n’s surprise, she hadn’t stopped breathing or dropped dead. They had caught the trafficker and went on their merry ways — Bucky continued to exhaust her ass at training, and y/n had switched his conditioner to body wash amongst other, less innocent, endeavors. Much to her dismay, his hair continued to stay shiny and, in Wanda’s words, quite fabulous.

“Yes, sergeant, villains just happen to vacation at The Maui Resort.” She poked fun at his obnoxious concerns, disappearing back into the bedroom.

As of now, there was only a single problem y/n needed to resolve.

Should she suggest James sleeps on the floor or in the marble bathtub?

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CandyMan

40s!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader MCU AU

A/N: This little story popped into my head as I was driving to work and Candy Man by Christina Aguilera came on and I had to get this down. I will interspersing the lyrics into the story as it goes along.  This is dedicated to @buckyalpine​  @frostironfudge​  

Also this is an MCU au Bucky never fell from the train IDC! Make sure you listen to the song as well.

Maybe you were being bise, but you thought you had the most handsome and sexiest boyfriend ever. Sergeant James Buchanan Barnes. You have been dating Bucky for almost a year now and you both were so happy you always wondered if the other shoe would drop. But you never wanted to look a gift horse in the mouth so yeah. You met Bucky one night at a nightclub in brooklyn. You were standing at the bar waiting for the bartender to bring your drink when he came in with his friend Steve Rogers and a few of the howling commandos. As you were turning around with your drink in hand you looked directly into his eyes as he finished talking to steve. 

As soon as he saw you he walked right over to you with determination. Your breath hitched as he was walking towards you mid drink. He stopped about a foot away from you, boring his eyes into yours.

“Hi, my name is James but you can call me bucky. What's your name darlin?” stretching out your hand for him to shake “My name is Y/N, it's a pleasure to meet you.” Grabbing your hand and bringing it to his lips for the lightest kiss to your knuckles. “Oh, the pleasure is all mine.” You both fell into easy conversation. After about 15 mins you got to him asking you what you did for work, that's when the bartender came up to you telling you you had 3 mins. “Well I guess I’ll have to show you what I do Sergeant.” with a wink and a smile you went backstage. As soon as you got on stage with your 2 best friends christy and millie you went into your song and dance for all the patrons. Bucky immediately fell in love. Your voice was fierce but sweet. 

That brings you to tonight, you had a special treat for bucky tonight. You have been practicing this routine and song you wrote for bucky for a month trying to get it perfect. As you were looking from backstage you finally spotted Bucky sitting front and center with his buddies. You came out and walked right up to him and sat on his lap and gave a hello kiss. 

“Hey baby, I'm so glad you were able to make it tonight.” “Hey when my girl asks me to come see her perform I will not let her down.” “Well I'm so happy because you're about to see something new and special.” With that you gave him a hug and a chaste kiss and went back behind the stage. 

The music started and a man yelled into the crowd.

Tarzan and Jane swingin from a vine! 

Then the spotlight hit you and your friends and began singing.

Candyman, candyman. Then the man again.

Sippin' from a bottle of vodka double wine And back to you

Sweet, sugar. Candyman. All of a sudden Bucky was being brought up on stage to sit in front of you, and you began to sing again. 

“I met him out for dinner on a Friday night

He really got me working up an appetite. 

He had tattoos up and down his arm

There's nothing more dangerous than a boy with charm.”

Bucky was in total shock. You were singing directly to him. 

“He's a one stop shop, makes the panties drop

He's a sweet talkin' sugar coated candy man

A sweet talkin' sugar coated candyman.” 

You had a big smile on your face as you sang to him, his equally as big. So he sat back and watched his girl sing to him. 

“He took me to the Spider club on Hollywood and Vine. We drank champagne, and we danced all night. We shook the paparazzi for a big surprise (a big surprise)

The gossip tonight will be tomorrow's headlines. He's a one stop shop, makes my cherry pop”

Bucky’s cheeks blushed at the lyric

“He's a sweet talkin' sugar coated candy man (oh yeah) A sweet talkin' sugar coated candyman”

“Wah-doo-boo-doo-dwee-dop Bah-choo-bah-bah-bo-dah Dwee-dum-bow, bop-bow 

HEEYY, YEAH!Yeah-eh-eh-eh-eh, yeah,yeah.

Oh, Yeahhhh, Dwee-dum-bow”

Bucky was in awe of you. He has never heard such power in your voice, and all of this was for him. While all of this is happening, Steve and his buddies are eating it up. 

He's a one stop shop, makes my cherry pop

He's a sweet talkin' sugar coated candy man (oh)

A sweet talkin' sugar coated candy man X2

Well, by now I'm getting all bothered and hot. When he kissed my mouth, he really hit the spot. He had lips like sugar cane, oh Good things come for boys who wait…..

You are having the time of your life up on stage. You are dancing with your best friends and performing a song for your absolutely sexy boyfriend. 

(Tarzan & Jane swingin' on a Vine)

Candy man, candy man

(Sippin' from a bottle of vodka double wine)

Candy man, candy man 

(Sweet, Sugar, Candyman) ‘Wisper’

He's a one stop, gotcha hot, makin' all the panties drop

(Sweet, sugar, candy man)

He's a one stop, got me hot, makin' my (uh) pop

(Sweet, sugar, candy man)

He's a one stop, get it while it's hot, baby, don't stop

(Sweet, sugar)

The next lyrics you were a little nervous to say but heck you were showing how much you loved bucky so here it goes.

He got those lips like sugar cane Good things come for boys who wait. He's a one stop shop with a real big (uh)

He's a sweet talkin' sugar coated candy man

(Say what) a sweet talkin' sugar coated candyman

(Say) a sweet talkin' sugar coated candyman, woo

A sweet talkin' sugar coated candyman

AHHHHH……..

(Candy Man Candy Man Candy Man…..) 

As soon as the song was over the 3 of you bowed, the crowd was standing on their feet clapping and whistling. Bucky stood up, walked over to you with hearts in his eyes and made a big decision. 

He grabbed your hand and as you turned around he was beginning to lower down on one knee. You had wide eyes and your mouth was opening and closing like a fish.

“Y/N, you are an amazing woman. We met in this club almost a year ago and I knew from that day I wanted to spend the rest of my life with you. I don't have a ring but I have this.” Bucky reaches into his uniform and grabs his dog tags. “Will you marry me?”

You are completely frozen in place. Meanwhile the club is going wild, your friends are freaking out and Steve is yelling at you for an answer. When you come back to reality, you see those beautiful blue eyes and see your heart, your life, your future.

“Yes James Buchanan Barnes I will marry you!” He scoops you up and spins you around in circles while giving you a mind blowing kiss. After the need to breathe hits you both, he brings you down on your feet and puts his dog tags around your neck. 

“I promise baby I will give you the ring you deserve real soon.”

“It's ok Bucky, take all the time you need, I'm not going anywhere. What is it that you and Steve say? I'm with you till the end of the line.” 

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Smut

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Sexual assault situations

Anything about real-life people

If a character has a canon sexuality, I’d prefer not to go against it. The most I’ll bend for it is a gender-neutral reader

If I’m not sure about the gender of a character I’m going to refer to them as they/them

I’m willing to do headcanons, scenarios, and short fanfictions maybe some other stuff. Headcanon lists doesn’t really have a limit (the more characters included, the shorter the headcanons!) and scenarios will be maxed at 3 with fanfictions, obviously, at 1. Fanfictions will not be multiple chapters.

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The Price of Flesh

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Aria King

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My Dear Hatchet Man

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Something's Wrong With Sunny Day Jack

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Your Boyfriend

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14 Days With You

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Degrees of Lewdity

Kylar the Loner

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Eyeless Jack

Ben Drowned

Slenderman

Splendorman

Trenderman

Offenderman

Laughing Jack

Jane the Killer

Homicidal Liu/Sully

Ticci Toby

Masky

Hoodie

Infinite Pau Hana - April 17, 2024

Hour 1

Mighty Mighty (Spade and Whitey) (live) - Curtis Mayfield Gypsy Woman (live) - Curtis Mayfield The Impossible Dream - Roberta Flack Abraham, Martin, and John (live) - Smokey Robinson and the Miracles Laura Nyro Medley (live) - The 5th Dimension Who Knows Where the Times Goes (live) - Nina Simone Beside You - Van Morrison And When I Die - Laura Nyro Carey - Joni Mitchell Blue - Joni Mitchell

Hour 2

Lopin' Along Through the Cosmos - Judee Sill Joey (live) - Concrete Blonde Goin' Down South - Bobby Hutcherson If the Sea Was Whiskey - Willie Dixon and the Big Three Trio Death Don't Have No Mercy - Rev. Gary Davis Lodi - Bo Diddley Elephant Man - Bo Diddley Nephesh - Roy Buchanan He Ain't Heavy, He's My Brother - Marion Williams You Can't Lose What You Ain't Never Had - Muddy Waters Standing Around Crying - Muddy Waters Good Time Tonight - Big Bill Broonzy

Hour 3

Like a Rolling Stone (live) - The Jimi Hendrix Experience Ohio / Machine Gun (live) - The Isley Brothers Won't Get Fooled Again - Labelle Somebody's Watching You - Sly and the Family Stone Uncast Shadow of a Southern Myth - Parquet Courts Forever - Marvin Gaye Dreams - The Cranberries Clair de Lune - Kamasi Washington

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Rob Tognoni

Der Tasmanische Teufel entert erneut die Bühne von Jonnys Lion-Cave 2016 stand Rob Tognoni erstmals auf der kleinen Bühne in Trübbach. 2024 kommt er zum wiederholten Male zurück. Er war Opener für Grössen wie Roy Buchanan, Stevie Ray Vaughn, Mentor Lonnie Mack, Joe Walsh von den Eagles und teilte sich Bühnen mit Peter Green, Sting, ZZ Top und Bo Diddley. Er repräsentierte Australien bei der königlichen Hochzeit von Prinz Frederik und Prinzessin Mary von Dänemark, trat beim FIFA World Cup in Kaiserslautern auf, spielte von australischen Hochsicherheitsgefängnissen bis zum Mozarthaus in Wien und machte zahllose andere Erfahrungen, die seine Fähigkeiten verfeinerten. Rob kommt ursprünglich aus Tasmanien in Australien und arbeitet unter dem Pseudonym „The Tasmanian Devil". Sein Stil ist feurig, energisch, erfinderisch und explosiv. Seine Wurzeln kommen aus dem Blues, Blues-Rock und Klassik-Rock, aber auch viele andere Einflüsse kommen hinzu, um ihm seinen Sound und seine Einzigartigkeit zu verleihen. Rob ist auch auf der Bühne voller Energie und unermüdlich. Ein Performer und nicht nur ein Musiker. Ein Nachhall von Cream, Hendrix, BB King und AC/DC sind durch seinen musikalischen Klangteppich zu hören. 20 Alben der letzten 22 Jahre sind ihm durch Labels wie Provogue und Dixiefrog zu verdanken. Blues Boulevard gepaart mit unzähligen, unermüdlichen Touren. Seine Shows sind eine einzigartige Erfahrung, die man nicht verpassen sollte. Ein britischer Journalist schrieb hierzu: Wenn man eins bewundern muss, dann Rob Tognonis Stehvermögen. Er hält wirklich ein Wahnsinnstempo durch - auch dann noch, wenn andere längst nicht mehr können. Vielleicht ist dieses Durchhaltevermögen die Konsequenz aus 30 Jahren Konditionstraining. Vielleicht ist es aber auch einfach angeboren. Bewertungen „Der Australier Rob Tognoni gilt als einer der besten und gleichzeitig auch als einer der kompromisslosesten wie auch virtuosesten Bluesrock-Gitarristen der Welt." Bluesnews - DE „Tognonis musikalische Vielseitigkeit und seine intuitive Fähigkeit, ein Publikum in seinen Energiewirbel zu ziehen, sind beeindruckend. Der Effekt ist der eines Kolbens, der seine Bewegung und seinen unerbittlichen Antrieb von einem Frontmann erhält, dessen Energieniveau einige halb so alte Gitarrenspieler in den Schatten stellen würde. Der feurige australische Bluesrocker lieferte ein Anschauungsbeispiel in funktionaler Coolness. Er schaltete ein, machte kaum eine Pause, um Luft zu holen, und startete mehrere Shuffle-Boogie-Ausflüge, unterbrochen von Killerriffs, dröhnenden Powerchords und steiniger Dynamik, die dazu dienten, seine bissigen Refrains hervorzuheben. Das Konzert beginnt um 21:00 Uhr. Es hat genügend Parkplätze beim Fussballplatz. Quelle: Jonnys Lion Cave Lesen Sie den ganzen Artikel

Bo and Gabrielle → May 28, 2002 (x)

Gabrielle: So, what's the verdict? Do I need to start packing for Statesville? Bo: I don't think you have to pack a lot for prison, Gabrielle. Gabrielle: No. I see. Bo: I talked it over with Hank this morning. Gabrielle: Well, I'm sure you did all that you could do.

Red Ties

Chapter 29

Mary, a sweet Christian girl living in the city of Brooklyn as a nurse had a simple life. She loved her work, her friends and attending church every Sunday and helping Reverend McCarthy. Her life was nothing out of the ordinary. However, it all changed one day when she bumps into the intriguing and intimidating James Barnes, Brooklyn’s notorious mafia boss and is introduced to a world of guns, lust and dominance.

Warnings: BDSM, Dom/Sub, Mafia, Violence, Gang, SMUT, Sex, Possessive Bucky, Overprotectiveness, Bondage, Sexual Themes, Dark Themes, Guns, Drugs, Gang Violence

Mary woke to a bliss of strong arms wrapped around her, keeping her warm and safe, and James’s soft breath tickling the back of her neck. She smiled in his embrace, softly pulling to look over her shoulder at him. He was fast asleep, with a little crook between his eyebrows but a content face, dark lashes, and messy hair. His beard was getting slightly fuller, and it had scratched her body all over, but she liked the sensation. She wondered what he’d look like with a clean-shaven face. The beard added to his intimidation, and she had grown accustomed to it. 

She slipped around in his arm, so she was facing him, but managed not to wake. She could be extremely quiet when she needed to be; all those years of silent prayers and night shifts on the ward had made her excellent at being quiet. She stared at him for what felt like an eternity, her smile growing as she looked at every feature and detail on his face, studying him hard. The small freckles on his temple leading down to his muzzle, the perfect shape of his nose aligning with the rest of his face, his lips so plump and full and perfect at everything. His hard chest peaked out from the covers, with a couple freckles here and there but mostly pure, smooth skin. 

She couldn’t help but think of him using those kinky devices, becoming his full dominant self. She wondered if he changed his tone or demeanour in any way when he did those sorts of things, and she suddenly got nervous about her idea last night. Was she really up for what he enjoyed? Would she be able to handle all the whips and chains? Perhaps it was a big mistake for her to ask him to do those things, but she knew it pleased him, and from his excitement, she partly wanted to do it for him. She decided to head down and make him a morning cup of coffee and herself a tea—a sweet morning gesture. 

Slipping on his robe once again, she double-knitted it. She was still nervous ever since that day; her robe had slipped and fallen open in front of Steve, and she didn’t want a repeat of that. Her body was for James’s eyes only. As she padded out the bed softly, her eyes averted over to the door concealing his kinky and scary toys, and the curiosity in her almost made her go inside to have a closer look, but she quickly chickened out and went downstairs. She entered the kitchen and made a cup of tea for herself and a cup of coffee for him. The coffee was so much richer and darker, a suitable drink for James, and her tea, milky and sweet, was the perfect depiction of his dominant personality in her submissive nature. 

The sound of the cups being placed on the side woke him, and he groaned softly, rising up from the bed and running a hand through his hair, pushing strands back behind his ears. Mary perched next to him, crossing her legs, and the robe loosened a little around her chest, her left boob peeking out. 

"Morning,” she smiled softly, and he sat back against the head board, his chest on full display now. "Morning.” His voice was groggy but still sexy at the same time. Mary handed him his hot cup of coffee, and he took it with a small grin. She was a natural-born submissive; he could even say she was close to being a slave. But he wouldn’t mention that to her; otherwise, she really would be running for the hills. He had slaves before; a couple girls from the club would stay for a couple months and serve him like a slave would. It’s what they wanted, and James enjoyed it as well. 

But Mary had a little fire in her that he couldn’t imagine her fully giving up and submitting to him in that capacity. She was certainly not dominant, but nothing less than submissive. “Thank you,” he said, sipping it, and it was perfect. 

“I have to go to work this morning,” she said, and he frowned. 

“Can’t you take the day off?” He asked. He was at the point where he never wanted her to leave, and he had thought about it last night—maybe she should move in with him. She rarely stayed at her apartment now, and his house was so much bigger and better—not that he wanted to brag, but he couldn’t see himself staying in that cramped little place she had. In fact, it made him anxious to not be in his own space with everything he knew and had. Besides, if she moved in with him, he’d have access to her all the time. He teased her by running a hand over her knee, and she giggled, flinging away slightly. 

“I can’t; I have patients', and it took sho-short noti-ahhh." James had leant forward, attacking her neck with kissing and biting on the sensitive area as he ran his nose up her neck to her jaw, trying to distract her. One day off wouldn’t hurt her. 

“Come on, one day won’t hurt; just say you’re sick,” he urged in a low whisper, sexy and commanding, and Mary moaned, almost falling under his spell. But being the loyal Christian she was, she’d hate herself for cancelling and lying about it. She couldn’t bear the thought of the team struggling because James couldn’t keep his hands off her. She bended so easily from his touch, getting all hot, flustered, and ditzy. But she had to fight his hands and hot kisses, and she lightly shoved him away. Her poor excuse for defence did not do much. 

“I can't,” she insisted, and James sighed, falling back. 

"Fine,” he grumbled, like a disappointed child not getting what they wanted. 

“You’ll just have to learn how to cope without me,” she teased, and he laughed softly, putting the coffee gently on the side before grabbing her and flinging her on the bed, a squeal erupting from her as he climbed on top of her, stranding her. 

“I told you, I’m a greedy man.” He bent down to kiss her, capturing her lips before she could speak. 

James dropped her off at the hospital, his car roaring out of the parking lot, but not before giving her a long, deep kiss. His hands possessively captured her face, and he left a small bite mark on her lower lip, which she winced at. Just a small reminder of him while she was working. She felt a small lump every time she licked her lips to moisturise them. She made her way to the doors and noticed Peter walking up ahead, his head slightly lowered, and she skipped to catch up with him.

“Hey Peter,” she called, and he turned to look over, silently groaning and forcing himself to look forward. He had picked up his pace until he heard Mary catch up behind him. 

“What do you want?” He grumbled, and Mary joined him, narrowing her eyes. 

"Well, hello, do you too?” she replied. It wasn’t like Peter to be this grumpy. He didn’t say much as they entered inside. 

“What’s up?” She asked sweetly. 

"Nothing,” he said, shaking his head a little, and Mary furrowed her brows. It was so obvious when something was bothering Peter, as he wasn’t his normal happy self. He was terrible at lying, and I didn’t like him to be this cold. 

“Are you sure? Is something up?” She asked as they made it to the nurse station, and Peter huffed loudly, snatching his papers up. 

“I’m fine; I’ve got loads of work to do, so see you later,” he snapped a little before storming off, and Mary watched as he left. She had never seen Peter so angry like that before, and it made her a little nervous. She was nervous in that she hoped everything was okay with him, but it also made her worry that she had done something. And it didn’t stop there. All day, he barely talked to her, which was completely off for him. At lunch, they normally sat together, but instead he went out while Anya and Mary sat in their station. 

“Is something up with Peter? He’s been weird with me all morning.” She asked Anya, who shrugged. 

“Yeah, he’s never like that... Maybe just stuff is going on or he didn’t sleep well; boys are so unpredictable." Anya didn’t seem to think much of it, although in the back of her mind she wondered if it was to do with Mary and James. After his confession the other day, Anya could easily spot the signs from Peter that he was jealous or didn’t want to sit and hear about Mary talking about James. She tried her best not to bring up the subject so that it didn’t torture Peter too much, but as her best friend, she wanted to know every dirty detail going on between her and the alluring James. After all, this was her first boyfriend, and as her best friend, she had to make sure this relationship was going right. 

“I don’t know if I’ve done something,” Mary said sadly as she picked up the sandwich she brought from the hospital canteen. The tomatoes were soggy, and she flung them in the bin, leaving just lettuce and bacon. 

“I’m sure he’s fine; maybe he’s got blue balls from no sex for the last six months.” Mary glared up at Anya, who shrugged her shoulders with a look on her face. She always had to make a sexual joke out of everything, but that was Alla for you. 

"What?” She grumbled with a mouthful of chips, and Mary sighed, shaking her head. 

“Nothing”.

It got to the end of the working shift, and Peter shoved his stuff into his bag while Mary did the same. They silently and awkwardly walked out of the nurses station together, Peter walking just a pace faster than Mary, who was getting annoyed with him now. It was obvious she had done something, but what she didn’t know was that instead of him being the bigger man, she decided to confront him. She couldn’t stand him ignoring her anymore, and she huffed loudly to catch his attention.

“So you’re ignoring me, then?” She grumbled a little, and Peter looked at her with a frown.

"No,” he said, shrugging, and she scoffed. 

"Peter, you’ve barely talked to me all day; you were so grumpy this morning. If I’ve done something, just tell me rather than ignore me all day.” They had reached outside into the parking lot, and surprisingly, James wasn’t there yet. Peter sighed, freezing in his spot. 

"Well, maybe you should speak to your boyfriend then,” he answered back with an attitude. 

“What are you talking about?” She said it in a lower tone but was still confused and annoyed. Peter huffed with a forced chuckle. 

“Yesterday in the parking lot, he was very clear that I should stay away from you.” He empathised with the words and snapped them with his tongue, and Mary blinked in disbelief. 

“What?”.

“He pretty much threatened me to stay away from you; obviously, he can’t stand the fact you have a guy as a friend. Just before you came over, he said it was yours, and I should do him a favour and stay out of your way,” he quoted. 

Mary blinked in surprise, unable to find any words. Why would James say that? Peter was her best friend, and that’s it—nothing more. His friendship was special to her, and vice versa. The disbelief that this had happened was taken over by anger. She knew he was a possessive man but didn’t think he would be this possessive to threaten her best friend. 

“Peter I… I didn’t know he said that; I’m sorry,” she said quickly. She wasn’t just angry now; she was fuming. How dare he speak to her friends like that? She had only known him for a few months now, and he had no right to speak to Peter that way. If he thought Peter had a thing for her, then he was completely wrong. Or so Mary thought. 

"Well, he did,” Peter argued back, but she regretted it when she shrank back slightly. At the time, it had pissed him off to the point where he was going to take it seriously and stay out of Mary’s way. His chances with her were gone, and there was no way on earth he’d ever get into anything romantic with her. Which is why he did as he was told and stayed away from her. But seeing her innocently say she didn’t know made him realise she wasn’t to blame for this. James was a possessive asshole who clearly didn’t like people stepping over his boundries but kept Mary in a safe little bubble while he reeked fury and intimidation on anyone around her. If he had said that in front of her, she would never have allowed it, and now he was feeling guilty for ignoring her all day. 

James still hadn’t arrived, and Peter sighed heavily, softer this time, and he took a step forward. 

“I’m sorry… I should have just said this morning; I was being a dick,” he admitted. 

“I didn’t know he said that; he never said anything to me yesterday. I don’t know what his problem is, but I’ll speak to him. I won’t let him speak to you like that, Peter,” she urged, and he nodded. He knew he was being silly; he knew Mary more than he knew James, and the sweet Christian girl she was would never let someone treat her friends like that, even if it was her boyfriend, who she was completely infatuated with. 

“I know,” he said, nodding and giving a tight smile. 

“I’m sorry he said that to you; if I had known, I would have said there and then.“ 

"No, I’m sorry. I should have told you this morning. Can you forgive me?” He asked, and Mary rolled her eyes, opening her arms out for him to hug her.

“Of course I will,” she said, and he gave a soft laugh under his breath. He was a bit hesitant to hug her, although he knew he shouldn’t be. Why did he care what James had to say and think? He wasn’t his boss. So he leapt forward and hugged her tightly, a hand going to her hair to caress her head, and Mary gave a squeeze back. 

“I promise I’ll say something to him,” but what that something was, she didn’t have a clue. Just as they pulled away, his car pulled into the parking lot, coming to a faint rumble, and Mary glared at him from across where they stood. He climbed out of the car with a long stride, all long legs with tight-fitting pants and his jacket undone, revealing the tight shirt on his chest, shades covering his eyes, and a grin on his face, dazzling white teeth sparkling from across. It was going to be hard to ignore his smirks, soft, sexy voice, and overall gorgeous face while she scolded him for threatening her friend. Would she even win this fight against his dominance and possessiveness, or was she going to have to fight hard? 

“I’ll see you on Friday,” she said, and he nodded, saying goodbye before scurrying off. James leaned against his car, watching in awe as she made her way to him, her brows knotted together and a glare in her eyes, although he didn’t think anything of it, completely ignoring the signs she was pissed at him. When she made it to him, he pushed off, immediately going to wrap her in his arms to kiss her, but she stepped back, and he looked confused. 

“Why did you threaten Peter?" James said nothing as he stared down at her, his shades now held in his hand by his side, his eyes still, and his lips slightly parted. Of course, Peter told her. Perhaps he wasn’t very stern with his words. James could either take two roads or he could lie and say he didn’t, deny the whole thing, or tell the truth. Of course, he took the first route. 

“I didn't,” he shrugged, and Mary scoffed. 

"Yeah, right, he told me you threatened him and said to stay away from me." She nearly stamped her foot into the ground, and James sighed, standing tall and easily towering over her. He hoped this wasn’t going to backfire on him, but it looks like it was. He couldn’t help his greedy, selfish devil inside him, and every time he saw Peter even close to her, he wanted to cover Mary in his mark as a clear warning that she was his. That’s who he was—a possessive man who couldn’t let others play with his toys. 

“I just meant it as if we’re together now,” he said, trying to make it sound better, but when he reached for her, she stepped even further back, creating a wider gap, and James didn’t like it. He balled up his hand into a tight fist beside him, trying to hold back from grabbing her and slamming her against the car while he possessively claimed what’s his.

“No, you can’t speak to my friends like that just because you can’t stand me having a guy as a friend.”.

"Well, maybe he doesn’t see you as that,” he argued, his voice turning harder and his eyes darkening. 

“Peter and I are just friends; that’s it, best friends, and if you can’t handle that, then you need to learn how to,” she replied with a snap in her voice, and James groaned. He wasn’t going to back down, and he apologises here for warning her friend that she belonged to him now. He told her many times before that he was greedy, even this morning, and nothing could change that about him. 

“I’m not saying sorry for not wanting guys pawning over my girl,” he growled, and Mary sighed, rolling her eyes. 

“But you don’t need to threaten them. I said, I want to be with you; isn’t that enough?”. 

"No,” he answered way too quickly, and silence fell between them. James sighed softly, whispering to himself, "Shit." He wished he hadn’t said that. Mary blinked at him, lost for words. Was her own word not enough for him to realise she wanted to be with him, even after he lied to her about who he was? She said she didn't want him to lie anymore, yet he had just a moment ago. Was he so jealous to the point he had to threaten any guy that came an inch around her that she was his and only his, like a piece of property only to be used by him? He had to leave his mark on her to make her aware that she had been taken. Mary sighed softly, stepping even further back. Even the growing distance was making James more possessive, and he so badly wanted to grab her and hold her against him. But he had missed his chance. 

“Come on, let's go home, and we’ll talk there,” he said, reaching for her, but she flung her hands in the air. 

“No, I’m going to my apartment... on my own,” she snapped over her shoulder as she stormed off. 

“Mary!” But she was gone. 

Chapter 30

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Die onnavolgbare Roberto Durán is gebore om te veg

F EW het dit beter as Roberto Durán gedoen. Daar was nooit 'n meer haterige en uitgeslape tegnikus as 'n piek "Manos de Piedra", een wat die verwikkeldheid van die adellike bemeester het nie. kuns, het toe deur die liggewig-afdeling geskeur soos Jason Voorhees op 'n kampplek vol nubillike tieners.

Daardie wreedheid het ook nie afgestomp met ouderdom nie. Maar soos hy ryker, bekender en dikker om die maag geword het, het hy dit moeiliker gevind om die toewyding wat hy gehad het op pad boontoe te behou, so was die groot versoeking by sy vingerpunte. Dit is egter nie 'n kritiek nie. Durán se onheil buite die ring was deel van sy sjarme, so ook sy vermoë om terug te bons van oënskynlik: rampspoedige nederlaag. Alhoewel ons tereg daardie 1970's liggewig bewind van skrik as sy beste jare kan identifiseer, moet ons ook die terugkeer - veral teen Davey Moore en Iran Barkley in die volgende dekade - uitlig as deurslaggewende lae tot sy algehele legende. Heruitvindings is selde so indrukwekkend soos wat voorheen gekom het, maar Durán, terwyl hy stadiger gery het, het alle kans oorkom om verdere wêreldgordels by 'n versameling te voeg wat lankal klaar gelyk het.

Sommige het sy karakter langs die pad gekritiseer. Selfs ná sy grootste oorwinning – om Sugar Ray Leonard sy eerste nederlaag te besorg terwyl hy die wêreldweltergewigtitel in 1980 gewen het, kon Durán nie die monster binnehou nie. Hy het skynsoene na sy mededinger geblaas eerder as om enige woorde van mededeelsaamheid oor te dra. Maar Durán is gebore om wild te wees. As deernis en vriendelikheid ingemeng het, sou Durán nie Durán gewees het nie, 'n van wat nou sinoniem is met

bokskoninklikes. Die Leonard rematch, toe die Panamese ophou in die middel van die

agtste ronde omdat hy nie wou voortgaan nie, maar nie kon voortgaan nie, het gedreig om sy naam te beswadder. Maar vandag, terwyl ons terugkyk op die loopbaan van Roberto Durán, is daardie oomblik toe hy gesnap het, so moeg dat hy gemaak is om 'n dwaas te lyk, nog 'n knik na sy trotse dog onstuimige persoonlikheid.

Durán, gebore in armoede, het grootgeword in El Chorillo, 'n vuil krotbuurt aan die oostekant van die Panamakanaal, en het op 'n vroeë ouderdom begin boks. Hy was die wese van die straat, en sy wettelose gewoontes het sy begeerte om te veg aangevuur. Teen die ouderdom van 13 is hy uit die skool geskors omdat hy iemand by die trappe afgestamp het. Op 16, daarna. 'n kort amateurloopbaan het die aantreklike jongeling professioneel geword.

Kort voor lank was die ruwe kante tot dodelike wapens geslyp; die dierlike Roberto was 10 dae verby sy 21ste verjaardag toe hy die wêreldliggewigkampioen Ken Buchanan in 1972 onttroon het. Durán se venynige streep, uitgestal deur stampe wat in die Skot se kop, maag en lies ingeploeg het, was reeds. legendaries word. Sportskrywer Leigh Montville het die kyk wat baie van sy teenstanders verskrik het beskryf as een "wat enige verstandige volwasse man huis toe sal stuur om die slotte te verander en die sekuriteitstelsel op te gradeer."

Maar Durán was soveel meer as net 'n intimideerder. Sy sewe jaar lange bewind bo-op die liggewigleer was sekerlik die beste in die afdeling se geskiedenis. Tussen sy 12 verdediging het Durán verskeie nie-titelgeveg-oorwinnings ingeprop, sy liefde vir veg was nooit meer duidelik in hierdie vroeë jare nie. Hy het egter 'n nederlaag in 'n 10-ronde gesmaak. Puerto Rico se Esteban De Jesus het Durán in die openingsronde van hul ontmoeting in November 1972 laat val en het besluit in Roberto se enigste liggewig-agteruitslag gewen. Durán is weer laat val in die vroeë begin van hul 1974-rewedstryd voordat hy herstel het om 'n pak slae uit te reik,

MANOS DE PIEDRA

RONNIE HAWKINS (1935-Died May 29th 2022,at 87.Pancreatic cancer).American-Canadian rock and roll singer-songwriter whose career spanned more than half a century. His career began in Arkansas, where he was born and raised. He found success in Ontario, Canada, and lived there for most of his life. He is considered highly influential in the establishment and evolution of rock music in Canada.Also known as "Rompin' Ronnie", "Mr. Dynamo" or "The Hawk", he was one of the key players in the 1960s rock scene in Toronto. He performed all across North America and recorded more than 25 albums. His hit songs include covers of Chuck Berry's "Thirty Days" (retitled "Forty Days") and Young Jessie's "Mary Lou", a song about a gold digger.Other well-known recordings are a cover of Bo Diddley's "Who Do You Love?" (without the question mark), "Hey! Bo Diddley", and "Susie Q", which was written by his cousin, rockabilly artist Dale Hawkins.Hawkins was a talent scout and mentor of the musicians he recruited for his band, The Hawks. Roy Buchanan was an early Hawks guitarist on the song "Who Do You Love". The most successful of his students were those who left to form The Band. Others he had recruited later formed Robbie Lane and the Disciples,Janis Joplin's Full Tilt Boogie Band,Crowbar, Bearfoot, and Skylark.  https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ronnie_Hawkins

Turning Leaves, 18. Speculation

Viki was at home with Charlie when the doorbell rang. Charlie had been hoping for the phone to ring and did not like that someone was at the door. “Well, now, who could that be?” “I’ll get it,” Viki insisted, concerned. Charlie waited, hovering near the telephone until he saw Bo and Nora enter the foyer.  “Any news?” he asked before he even offered a hello.

“We just wanted to stop by and check in,” Bo offered as an encouraging apology. “You know that if I hear anything before you do, you’ll be the first person I call.” Nora hugged Viki.  “Clint wanted to be here but he’s caught in a meeting at B.E. right now. He’ll call later.” “How is Matthew?” Viki ushered them to the couch. “Oh, you know … still as Buchanan as ever,” was Nora’s only explanation. “Are you two sure you’re alright? Working from home today?” “Yes, we thought a quiet setting seemed more productive. We’re fine,” Viki assured. Bo wasn’t certain. “It’s just we know you both have a lot on your mind right now, with the election and everything….” “To be honest, Bo,” Viki admitted, “the election is the least of my concerns right now.” Nora wondered with a smirk, “You mean Dorian is the least of your concerns right now?” “That too,” Viki agreed. “Although she would prefer otherwise.” “I don’t know, Viki.”  Nora shook her head.  “You know she’s been waiting for a perfect opportunity to hold her head up and strike.” She mimicked the movement of a snake with her hand and arm. “Well, then, let her,” Viki insisted. “It won’t do her public image any favors.” Charlie was helpless. He glanced at the phone and Bo caught him doing it. “See, the thing is,” Bo offered, “that while she may be the least of your worries right now – and rightly so, rightly so,” he nodded, “she is also the one you can deal with.” “What are you getting at, Bo?” Charlie wondered. “The interim mayor is pretty much in a holding position until we get a new mayor in town hall. This is about the first time in years we’ve been able to do our jobs at the station without someone from the mayor’s office running interference. At the end of this election, I’m going to have a new boss, and it just remains to be seen what might happen in a situation like the one we’re facing right now, with Jared.” Viki looked over at Charlie while he nodded his understanding.  “Well, to be fair,” she offered, “I have to give Dorian some credit. I don’t think either one of us would interfere in an investigation like this one.” “Ah, the key words,” Nora insisted. “'Like this one.’” There was an awkward silence between the four as they each wondered over their own thoughts on the matter. Bo spoke up again. “By the way, Viki – this is relevant to your interests. The hotline got an anonymous tip this morning … from someone who was insisting that we should investigate the current hospital chief of staff because they said he has or had close personal ties with the former mayor.” Nora nodded with a funny all-knowing grin. “Well, isn’t that convenient?” Charlie wondered. “That’s true though,” Viki agreed. “In fact, now that I think about it, I’m surprised he managed to slip under all of our radars for so long, considering that prescriptions were a large part of the drug operation.” “So this is a concern to you?” Bo asked with genuine interest. “In fact, yes,” Viki nodded. She looked at Nora’s expression. “Why?” “I listened to the call,” Bo admitted. “The anonymous caller had a very familiar voice.” Viki slapped the top of her leg. “I knew it! I knew she was doing this. I was just telling Charlie -- the chief of staff position is why she even got involved in Lowell’s campaign to start with.” “Because he was on the board?” Bo asked. “Yes, and he wouldn’t vote for her becoming chief of staff due to his ties with the current one … which I’m sure involved campaign contributions … and since we’re on the subject, perhaps even drugs?” They shared a collective sigh. Viki paused. “Again, to be fair, that is exactly why I decided to run for mayor as well.” “Because Dorian was supporting him?” Nora blinked. “Oh, goodness no,” Viki shook her head. “In fact, we didn’t even find out she was his campaign manager until after the decision was made. But she did help me realize that someone had to at least try to defeat Lowell.” “And she was the first to defend him. That’s rich.” Bo smirked. “But to her credit, she did get him to resign.” “And how did she get him to do that?” Charlie wondered. “Well, you know what?” Bo offered. “To me, that doesn’t matter as much as the end result. We’re finally going to have a new mayor.” He smiled at Viki. “And I’m able to do my job.  Lowell’s behind bars….” “…And Dorian’s a lesbian,” Nora grinned with glee as Viki rolled her eyes.  “Speaking of … does David still wander in here from time to time?” “Oh, yes he does,” Viki assured her. “Often. Usually on a mission.” “A Dorian-commissioned mission?” Nora smirked. “Well, you know as well as I do that there is no way this lesbian thing is even - by the widest stretch of the imagination - genuine,” Nora stated. “And yet,” Viki observed, “There really is no way to prove that or even insist upon it without aggravating the gay community – which, by the way, I still have somewhat solid support from.” “The reason I ask about David,” Nora elaborated, “… Does he still have feelings for her?” Viki smirked. “David’s sentimentality only goes so far as his libido, and yet, Dorian and David will always share a connection I don’t even want to start to contemplate.” Bo nodded agreement. “It’s sort-of tragic, you know?” Nora considered. “She divorced him – despite the fact that he was a Buchanan – presumably to be with Ray Montez. You remember how crazy she got after he left town.” “How could I forget?” Viki half-shuddered, and half-smirked. “And that happened right before all of this mayor interest came up.” “Then David comes back to town and gets caught up in this lesbian farce. She demotes him to make Amelia her campaign manager. You know this all has to be making him crazy.” Bo was a bit uncomfortable with the conversation. “I’m sure it is.” Viki was curious. “Where are you going with this, Nora?” “Well, I mean … maybe you can’t prove Dorian isn’t a lesbian right now….” “…But David can,” Viki knew. “... And he listens to you, and good ol’ Pa here,” Nora nudged Bo’s arm as she teased him. “I can’t believe you’ve had this ace up your sleeve this whole time and it hasn’t occurred to you to use it.” “Well, no offense to you, Nora, but I like to think I’m a bit bigger than that. Dorian plays in the mud and taunts me to get in with her, but I’d rather stand outside the ring and watch her make a ridiculous mess of herself for no reason. Case in point -- the LGLA.” “On the other hand,” Bo thought it out for them with startling reality, “While I would never presume that Viki doesn’t have a leg up in this election, we have Dorian on the other side with a pretty fair shot to be our next mayor – and under what we all assume to be a false pretense. You wouldn’t exactly have to get in the mud for her to look dirty all on her own.” “You’re encouraging this, Bo?” Viki gasped. “I’m just saying … there would be nothing dishonest about reminding David and Dorian of their deep-seated feelings for each other.” “I take it you’re not voting for Dorian then?” Charlie asked Bo, half-joking, and they all shared a chuckle over it. “Well, you’re right,” Viki acquiesced. “There would be nothing dishonest about it.  I just can’t help feeling a bit guilty at the thought that Dorian can be so easily manipulated.  For goodness sakes, she had a fit over The Banner publishing an article about Jared.” “What does that have to do with anything?” Bo asked. “It’s a … conflict of interests,” Charlie explained. “She was spouting some nonsense about media bias.” Nora snapped her fingers. “And that’s why she wanted to remain anonymous on the tip hotline.” Charlie couldn’t help his own observations. “I just wish someone had a tip about Jared.” “It’ll happen soon,” Bo assured him. “This whole chain of events has unraveled so fast….” Charlie nodded.  They sat in respectful silence for a moment. Viki changed the subject, hoping to ease Charlie’s mind again.  “You remember what Dorian said at her initial press conference?” “You mean when she hijacked the mic after Bo’s press conference?” Charlie clarified. Viki smirked. “She said, ‘I will never betray your trust … and I will always uphold your faith in American democracy.’ The sad thing is that she meant every word of that at the time.” “And then the LGLA knocked on your door instead of hers,” Charlie observed. Viki looked to Bo. She knew he understood what she was getting at. He nodded and muttered, “Easily manipulated.” “Are you sure this is a good idea?” Viki asked him. “Do you want to lock the election?” Bo answered. “I have a confession,” Nora smirked. She leaned forward as they looked at her. “I ordered a couple of wedding pictures I will never hang on my wall. I keep them tucked away just to remind myself of what an ass Dorian made of herself that day.” Viki was stunned. “You ordered wedding pictures of Dorian?” “Granted, at the time it was not cool,” Nora clarified, motioning with one hand, “But now when I look back I’m a little amused by it. First of all, she did it to herself. Second, imagine if she knew I had those pictures.” Bo was calm as he asked, “You weren’t thinking of feeding those pictures to the press?” Nora straightened her face into innocence and looked to each of them in turn. Her tone revealed that she was not sincere when she told them, “The thought hadn’t even occurred to me.” Viki couldn’t help but grin in amusement. Nora was entertaining. She elected to not respond one way or the other on the matter of the wedding pictures. Bo changed the subject again. “You know there’s something I never did get about that Ray Montez guy.”  He met the curious gazes of those around him. “He was in prison, he tried to take Langston from Dorian. I mean, Dorian was mad enough at the guy she was ready to do away with him even when she knew Clint was behind his coming here, and in a way, she could have even blamed him for her losing B.E. back to the family. Dorian married David just to get the Buchanan name back – you remember?” Nora and Viki shared a look. “How could we forget?” “You know – at least at the time – that was one of Dorian’s top priorities. She even went Buddhist over the whole thing.” “Yeah. Right,” Viki smirked. “But then,” Bo elaborated, “She’s going out on a date with Ray Montez? And after he leaves, does she get back with David? No. What the heck happened?” “She realized she was a lesbian,” Nora joked. “I don’t know,” Viki offered, “But if there is one thing I’ve learned over the years as far as Dorian is concerned, it is that if it doesn’t make sense, she’s probably up to something.” Viki looked over at Charlie, who seemed as concerned about what Dorian was up to as he did about Jared. That was wrong. She winked at him as she laced her fingers through his and squeezed his hand. Bo nodded. “Well, we have more important things to figure out than Dorian’s machinations at the moment. And we will,” he promised Charlie. Viki looked at Nora. She thought of asking her to leave the wedding pictures alone but decided to keep her attention on Charlie for the moment.

HAPPY JUNE 1 AKA HAPPY ANNIVERSARY TO BO AND NORA!!!!! 

....geeky AF but I don’t care because this couple officially introduced me to the wonderful world of shippping, fanfiction, and the communities online of people really really loving things like I do. 

Infinite Pau Hana - August 10, 2022

“the mother of sin”

Hour 1

Blues, the Mother of Sin - Billy Eckstine and Count Basie The Messiah Will Come Again - Roy Buchanan Sweet Home Chicago - Robert Johnson Boom Boom Boom - Lightnin’ Hopkins The Motor City Is Burning - John Lee Hooker Papa Ain’t Salty* - T-Bone Walker Naptown Blues - Wes Montgomery Good Morning Little Schoolgirl - L.C. Green How Blue Can You Get (live) - B.B. King Sweet Sixteen (live) - B. B. King Little Bluebird - Little Milton Going Home - Son Seals

Hour 2

Calling All Cows - The Blues Rockers I Put a Spell on You* - Christone “Kingfish” Ingram Trouble Blues - Charles Brown Bo Diddley* - Bo Diddley I’m a Man - Bo Diddley Double Crossing Blues - Johnny Otis Death Letter* - Son House Black Rat Swing - Little Son Joe Parole Blues - Louisiana Red Standing Around Crying - Muddy Waters Sinner’s Prayer* - Ray Charles If the Sea Was Whiskey - Willie Dixon and the Big Three Trio Magic Sam’s Boogie (live) - Magic Sam Every Night and Every Day - Magic Sam

Hour 3

Ice Cream Man - John Brim Beer Drinking Woman* - Memphis Slim and Willie Dixon Everyday I Have the Blues - Lowell Fulson Hot Times Tonight - Clarence “Gatemouth” Brown It’s a Dream - Little Ed Laundromat Blues* - Albert King It Hurts Me Too - Tampa Red Where Did You Sleep Last Night - Leadbelly Junker’s Blues - Champion Jack Dupree Blues Before Sunrise - Leroy Carr and Scrapper Blackwell Devil Got My Woman - Skip James I Called You This Morning - Memphis Minnie And Joe Meloy Baby Please Don’t Go - Bukka White Howlin’ for My Darlin’ - Howlin’ Wolf Hellhound on My Trail - Robert Johnson Mother Earth - Memphis Slim and the House Rockers Tongue Lashin’ - Albert Colllins

* - by request

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