Unknown King - part V

Pairing: Bucky x reader

Great Gatsby AU

Summary: After moving to New York, aspiring author Y/N gets more than what she bargained for when she befriends her mysterious neighbor. In a blur of riches and beauty, she finds herself falling for the man who remains unknown.

A/N: Here’s part V and let me tell y’all this is gonna turn into a huge sugar daddy bucky fic. Just be patient. Also please understand that the house is huge! and I am not descriptive at times but I will in future parts!

Word count: 1.5K

Part I Part II Part III Part IV 


Originally posted by stuckwithbuck

You stuffed your last travel bag into the trunk before slamming it shut. You didn’t get any sleep. You spent the entire night packing your things up and cleaning up around the house. Bucky wasn’t home so you hoped to make a quick escape without him noticing. But you know he’d notice soon. You hated yourself for doing this, leaving this way. Without a single goodbye, but you knew it was for the best.

You took a deep breath and gazed at his house. The sun loomed overhead happily. You wiped your nose and grabbed your keys. Before you could open the car door, Bucky abruptly stopped his Porche in front of your car. He stepped out with a smile on his face, but it quickly faded when he saw your luggage loaded car.

“Where are you going?” He asked.

“Traveling,” You forced a smile onto your face.

He frowned, “with every single on of your bags?” He closed the car door and walked towards you. “What happened?”

You shook your head and smiled sadly, “I’m traveling to California.”

Bucky crossed his arms, “I went to The Report, they said you packed your things. What happened?”

Your shoulders shuddered as you covered your face with your hands. An overwhelming feeling came over you and you cried silently into your hands. You felt Bucky’s arms wrap around you as he pulled you into a hug. You clung onto his broad frame and cried in his rich smelling shirt.

“I’ve been having money problems,” You admitted. “My savings are gone. I was evicted from my home because the landlord raised the price on rent and I was fired from work.”

“Why’d they fire you?” Bucky asked, he pulled away and looked at you.

You looked away, “Because they wanted me to give them a story about you for the paper. About how you get your money. Cole fired me on the spot when I refused.”

“Oh, Y/N,” Bucky hugged me even tighter. “You pure heart.”

“I couldn’t do it,” You continued. “They only wanted me because I was friends with you.” You shook your head. “I’ve never felt so dirty.”

“You’re not,” Bucky said. “C'mon, you’re staying at my house.”

“What?” You asked.

“Yeah, I’ll have Ace bring your stuff inside, just park your car in the driveway.”

“I can’t do that, Buck. I could just go home,” You said.

“No, Y/N. Please, let me do this. You’ve been nothing but a good friend and this just tops it all. You got fired because of me. Let me return the favor,” he said. “Plus, it looks like you need some sleep.”

You hadn’t realized how tired you were until you eyes began to glaze over. You reluctantly agreed. You got in his car and he took the short drive over to his home. Bucky led you into the palace and took you to your room. It was a beautiful vast bedroom. Bigger than any room you’d ever had. Bucky told you he’d have your bags in your room in no time. You nodded and kicked your shoes off. Without a second thought, you collapsed onto the bed and fell asleep instantly.

You woke up in a room that wasn’t yours. The sun had disappeared, replaced by the lonesome moon and it’s stars. The cream colored walls now looked white from the rays. The sheets under you were soft, so soft. You came to the conclusion that they were the softest thing you’ve ever touched. The blanket that covered you fell off your body when you stood up. The bed under you felt like a marshmallow.

You rolled off the bed and your feet touched a carpet. You walked to the window and was met with a view of the lake that Bucky’s house sat next to. The moon reflected off the infinite pool, making it darker than it actually was. The houses across the lake were brilliantly lit. Residents of East Egg lived lives almost equal to West Eggers. Rich and luxurious lives.

You walked to the door and pulled it open. The mansion was eerily quiet. You used your knowledge from the tour to try to navigate your way down to the first floor. After a few wrong turns, you were able to find the marble staircase. The chandelier was on. Your feet made no sound as you waltzed down the stairs. The racket of pots crashing made your head turn on the direction of the kitchen. You entered the kitchen to find Renaldo and Anthony working around. It smelled as delicious as usual.

“Miss Y/N!” They exclaimed loudly with smiles on their faces.

You smiled, “Hello.”

“Mister Barnes is not here at the moment,” Renaldo said in his thick Italian accent. “But we have prepared you a dish!”

Anthony grabbed a plate from a large oven and placed it on the island. It was fettuccine alfredo. Your mouth watered at the exquisite smell.

“A famous Italian dish,” Renaldo explained and began to cut some bread. He grabbed a small dish and placed two slices on the plate before setting it next to the fettuccine.

You smiled, “This looks amazing!”

“Indeed,” Anthony said. “Go on! Sit, eat.”

You pulled out a chair and sat before indulging in the most divine dish of pasta. Renaldo and Anthony went about their business in the kitchen. Though they occasionally asked you if you wanted more bread or pasta.

After you finished your food, Anthony asked you if you wanted dessert. You declined, explaining that you were much too full. He nodded and took your dish. Bucky walked into the kitchen. He was obviously dressed for business. The chefs greeted him and Bucky smiled. Renaldo and Anthony closed up shop, they thanked Bucky and said their goodbyes to you.

“How long was I asleep?” You asked him.

“Maybe ten hours,” He replied. “Did you like the food? Renaldo likes to keep in touch with his roots so he’s constantly offering Italian dishes.”

“I thought they lived here,” You said truthfully.

Bucky chuckled and shook his head, “No, they both have families and would much rather live in their own homes. I know cause I asked.” He paused. “But anyways I let them go at around 9 each night and they don’t get here until noon. They have Saturdays, Sundays, and Mondays off.”

You smiled, “Bucky, I can’t thank you enough for what you’re doing. I really appreciate it.”

He shrugged, “It’s kind of my fault you got fired. I should’ve known better than to befriend you, I put you at risk.”

“But why?” You asked. “Why are they so bent on trying to find out where your money came from?”

He sighed. “I live on West Egg,” He began. “West Egg represents ‘new money’. Actors, producers, mafia leaders, drug lords, and so on. East Egg represents the old and respectable money. Businessmen, children of wealthy parents etc. East Eggers do not like us, West Eggers. They think we’re frauds and criminals.”

You frowned, “Are you?”

“Not all of us,” He explained. “East Eggers are just trying to expose us, to bring us into the spotlight and to ruin us.”

“So there’s like a rivalry,” You concluded.

“Eh,” Bucky made a 'sort of’ movement with his hand. “We have nothing against them, but something is bound to happen.”

You pursed your lips, “Bucky, am I gonna be safe here?”

He looked at you, “Yes, of course. I have twenty-four-hour security, a safe room in case of emergency and a plane ready to go any moment if needed.”

Your lips pulled together in an 'O’. Then you remembered something, “Oh! Weren’t you going to ask me something? Before I left to The Report and got fired.”

Realization struck his eyes, “I totally forgot about that.”

You sat up, “Are you still gonna tell me?”

Hesitation fell across his face but he quickly covered it up and leaned against the island. “I was wondering if-and it’s completely fine if you don’t want to!” He exclaimed interrupting himself. “With your situation, I don’t want it to seem like I’m taking advantage because I’m not, it’s just that-”

“Bucky,” You smiled, a giggle rising from your throat. “Just say it.”

“Would you like to go on a date?” He said.

You felt your cheeks grow hot at the question he just unfolded for you. Your palms began to sweat. It wasn’t because you felt pressured to say yes. Because you didn’t. You wanted to say yes. Bucky was handsome and so, so good to you. It almost felt too good to be true, but you took the leap of faith and dove into the deep end.

“I would love to,” you smiled.

“G-great!” He stuttered, clearly shocked you had said yes. “Tomorrow at 7?”

“My schedules all cleared up as of yesterday,” You laughed.

He chuckled, “Okay well, tomorrow then.”

“Tomorrow it is.” You said.

Bucky walked you to your bedroom and said his goodnight before turning away and walking towards the East wing of the palace. You closed the door and covered your face with your hands. A smile engulfed your features and you almost couldn’t believe what had just happened.

“Oh my god,” You whispered repeatedly. “That just happened.” You got up and flung yourself onto your fluffy bed. You sunk into the silk duvet and smiled, a feeling of ecstasy flowing through your body.

You felt ethereal.

*What do you guys think Bucky’s business is?

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muetprodige  asked:

How much is top surgery, and what insurances cover it?

I’m not saying this to be rude, I just want everyone is be aware that this information is very easy to find. If you google “Cost of FTM Top Surgery” the first result is Top a great resource which will provide you will all the information you need.

Another quick search of “Insurance Top Surgery FTM.” Results in a full list of insurance companies that cover top surgery costs.

In general, the cost of FTM Top Surgery ranges from $3500 - $9000 USD. This may or may not include consultation fees. A down payment is usually required to secure a surgery date. The amount of this down payment varies by surgeon but usually ranges between $500 - $2000, and up to 50% of the total Top Surgery cost.

Insurance’s that cover top surgery.

  • Aetna (Student Services for University of California System)
  • Anthem (National and California)
  • Blue Shield
  • Blue Cross
  • Aetna
  • United Health Care
  • Brown & Toland HMO
  • LA Care
  • Health Net
  • Health Plan of San Joaquin
  • Hills Physicians (HMO)


Breakdown, Chapter 1

The wheels on the bus go round and round, usually.  At the end of another summer, Mabel and Dipper find themselves waylaid halfway between Gravity Falls and Piedmont.  Thankfully, as responsible teenage siblings without even the slightest undercurrent of weird sexual tension between them, their unsupervised isolation does not cause them to discover any sort of inappropriate urges and then act upon them.  Oh wait- 

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My last package arrived today which means I now have all of my surgical supplies for phalloplasty. I may end up needing to order extra supplies in California but we’ll cross that bridge later. I ordered the majority of what I needed online, some of the supplies was given to me by my electrologist, and some was given to me by a post-op guy. Even with gifts from others my grand total for supplies alone (a good amount coming from post-op vitamins) was $281.65. Pictured here are:

- 50 ABD pads
- 20 Kerlix bandage rolls
- 20 Curad 2x3 non-stick pads
- 20 1x8 Xeroform dressings
- 15 5x9 Xeroform dressings
- 15 Underpads/puppy training pads
- 12 3″ conforming stretch gauze
- 10 Sensi-wrap bandages
- 2 Fleet enemas
- 2 extra drainage bags (for the catheter)
- 2 extra leg bands (to hold the drainage bags)
- Sterile gloves
- Medipore surgical tape
- Magnesium Citrate
- Alcohol swabs
- No-slip socks
- Mesh underwear
- Baby wipes
- Binder clips
- Cough drops
- MediHoney
- Hibiclens
- Q-tips
- An aromotherapy stuffed animal (to make the hospital stay nicer)
- An assortment of washcloths, gauze pads, gauze sponges, and underwear liners

The recommended post-op vitamins and supplements include:
- Arnica Montana 30X
- Bromelain
- B-Complex
- Vitamin C
- Cranberry extract
- Vitamin D
- D-Mannose
- L-Lysine
- Probiotic Acidophilus
- Staphysagria
- Thiosinaminum
- Zinc


“He remembered the black sands beach along California’s lost coast where his mother finally gave up the fight. He hadn’t even realized she’d been injured so badly after running into his father in Seattle. She’s bled most of the way through Oregon, but he hadn’t thought it was serious. He hadn’t known she was bleeding out on the inside, a kidney and her liver ruptured, her interstines bruised beyond repair. He didn’t know when she figured it out, if she’d known by Portland that something was seriously wrong but was too scared to stop or if she hadn’t seen her death coming until they crossed the California border and she started losing consciousness. She should have gone to a hospital, but she’s turned them down the treacherous path to the lost coast instead. They stopped six feet from the tide and she made him repeat every promise she’d ever dragged out of him: don’t look back, don’t slow down, and don’t trust anyone. Be anyone but himself, and never be anyone for too long. By the time Neil understood she was saying goodbye, it was too late. She died gasping for one more breath, panting with something that might have been words or his name or fear. Neil could still feel her fingernails digging into his arms as she fought not to slip away, and the memory left him shaking all over. Her abdomen felt like stone when he touched her, swollen and hard. He tried pulling her from her seat only once, but the sound of her dried blood ripping off the vinyl like velcro killed him.”

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anonymous asked:

What would be your dream road trip if time and money was no object?

oh man, there are so many places I’d like to go…. it would be super fun to visit all the presidential libraries!! and lately I’ve been thinking (only half-jokingly) about someday taking a road trip to see all the space shuttles on display (Enterprise in NYC, Discovery outside of DC, Atlantis in Florida, Endeavour in California). a cross-country trip would be fun

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New Septiplier fic going up on AO3! I got the idea for this after watching a classic Tom Hanks movie. Let me know if anybody can guess which one it is. ;)

         Mark Fischbach liked plenty of things about L.A., but one thing that he would never grow to love was traffic. Not just the traffic on the road—which didn’t pertain to him anyway, since he didn’t own a car—but even the foot traffic on the sidewalks was frustrating in its own special way.

           Like today, for example. The sky had practically broken open and was releasing eighteen million tons of rain, and Mark had taken the subway as close to his house that he could. He still had a twenty minute walk from the outskirts of the city to the neighborhood right on the edge of the hill, and he’d only worn a light hoodie that day.

           He could feel his phone ringing in his pocket, but he ignored it. He was shivering too much to answer it, and there were too many other cold, wet people around him for him to reach into his pocket anyway. He was practically shoulder-to-shoulder with every other resident and tourist in Los Angeles, and it was starting to make it hard for him to breathe.

           Besides, he knew it was probably Kayla, calling to find out what in the world was taking him so long to get home. Never mind that the wrath of God had basically fallen over California.

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Theresa Cross, from California, was just 16-years-old when she married Clifford Sanders. They had one baby. but their marriage was a turbulent one with Theresa being possessive and constantly accusing Clifford of infidelity. On 6 July, 1964, following an argument between the two, Clifford informed Theresa, who was pregnant with his second child, that he was leaving her and made his way to the front door. Theresa responded by shooting him dead with a rifle. She claimed she killed him in self-defence and was acquitted. She gave birth to a daughter, Sheila, and went on to marry a Vietnam veteran by the same of Robert Knorr and the couple went on to have four more children - Suesan, William, Robert, and Terry. Theresa Knorr was again, constantly accusing her husband of infidelity, which eventually led to their divorce. Theresa became an alcoholic and on top of this, she began to violently mistreat and abuse her children. She would slap them, beat them, lock them in closest, and force feed them. She unplugged the telephone and would not allow her children to have visitors or play outside. The abuse escalated, now with Theresa burning her children and throwing knives at them. On one occasion she held a pistol to her youngest daughter, Terry’s, head. She became resentful and jealous of her two eldest daughters, Suesan and Sheila, as they were blossoming into young attractive women. Suesan managed to escape the home after a severe beating, only to be placed in a psychiatric hospital and then back in her mother’s care, who as a result, beat Suesan horrendously and had the other children join in.

In 1982, Theresa became convinced that Suesan was a witch and was using witchcraft to make her gain weight. Theresa shot Suesan in the back and the bullet became lodged. Instead of calling for help, Theresa put Suesan in the bathtub. Miraculously she survived, only to be stabbed in the back two years later by Theresa. Again, she survived and this time she had had enough - she told Theresa she was leaving for Alaska. Theresa reluctantly agreed under the condition she allow her to remove the bullet still lodged in her back so it cannot be used as evidence against her. Theresa  gave Suesan Mellaril capsules and liquor as an anaesthetic, which caused her to pass out. While unconscious, Theresa had her then 15-year-old son, Robert, remove the bullet with a knife. Suesan developed septicaemia and became delirious. On 16 July, 1984, Theresa tied Suesan up and drove her to Squaw Valley and set her on fire. Her autopsy showed that she was still alive when she was set on fire. Suesan was burned beyond recognition and as a result, her remains went unidentified. With Suesan out of the way, Theresa turned on Sheila. In May of 1985, Theresa forced Sheila into prostitution. She began to accuse Sheila of having a sexually transmitted disease, and claimed Theresa herself had caught it from the toilet seat in the home. As a result, she hog tied her and locked her in a hot closet with no food or water. Sheila died three days later from dehydration and starvation. Theresa didn’t notice Sheila had died until three days after her death when her body began to decompose. Theresa’s two sons, William and Robert, disposed of her body, and the same as her sister, her remains went unidentified.

After this murder, the family split up and went their own ways, and eventually, in 1993, Terry Knorr went to police to explain what she had experienced years before. Theresa Knorr was sentenced to two life sentences. William Knorr was sentenced to probation. Robert Knorr was already in prison for murder in Las Vegas but was charged with three extra years in exchange for his testimony.

Ten US road trips you should add to your bucket list 

by Danny Baggott

With such vast and varied landscapes in the US, the only way to cover a variety of them is by car. Add a car booking to your British Airways flights and hotel package with Avis to get better value for money on your car hire and open up your holiday’s itinerary with endless opportunities to explore. Enjoy the stunning scenery of the iconic Route 66, marvel at the Tail of the Dragon Highway and cruise through the great US of A.

With low online deposits and a 24-hour helpline it’s now easier than ever to book your car hire with your British Airways flights: book in and out of the same, or different, airports and choose from multiple hotels. Fly drive states California and Florida in particular benefit from four-wheel transport letting you get out and see even more on your holiday: California’s famous ocean roads and Florida’s beautiful beaches are waiting for you.

Route 66

Known as the Mother Road of America, Route 66 journeys for more than 2,000 miles of pure Americana. This historic route, built in the 1920s, travels from Chicago Illinois to Los Angeles California and crosses the states of Missouri, Kansas, Oklahoma, Texas, New Mexico and Arizona. See the heart and soul of the country from your car window and explore beautiful beaches on the Santa Monica pier, where the route ends, the expansive Grand Canyon and delicious restaurants that are all situated along this glorious highway.

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California’s Pacific Coast Highway

The twisting, cliff-hugging 123-mile route of the Pacific Coast Highway runs along the central California coast and is one of the most exhilarating road trips in the US. It takes around five hours to drive from start to finish. The drive features the beautiful Big Sur Coast Highway and the glorious San Luis Obispo Coast Byway, which starts in Monterey, passing the art colony of Carmel and plunging through the mountains of the Pacific.

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Overseas Highway

Get ready for beautiful scenery overload on the Overseas Highway. The Highway 1 route from mainland Florida to Key West travels for 113 miles past expansive turquoise waters dotted with distant sandy islands. The concrete stretches of this magnificent route are punctuated by classic American gift shops and burger stands serving up cholesterol-bursting milkshakes to break up the long journey.

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State Route 12

Also known as Scenic Byway 12, it’s frequently regarded as one of the most beautiful places in the world. State Route 12 winds from west to east for 122 miles, located in the Garfield and Wayne Counties of Utah. The highway starts south of Panguitch, passing through part of the Dixie National Forest, and going over the Escalante River. With its limestone network of turrets and spires, the natural cathedral that is the Red Canyon is also along Route 12, which eventually ends in Torrey, just five miles from Capitol Reef National Park. Driving past retro, rusty signs and baron lands, this route is the perfect trip through time back to old America. 

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Kancamagus Highway

Now designated as an American Scenic Byway, the 34.5 mile long Kancamagus Highway in Northern New Hampshire will not disappoint. Venture through the epic White Mountain National Forest, with views of the Swift River, Sabbaday Falls and Rocky George. Drive Kancumagus in Autumn time and see New England Fall in all its orange and red glory – the highway passes some of the best views of New Hampshire’s famous Fall foliage.

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Beartooth Highway

Positioned 10,947 feet above sea level, near to the magnificent Yellowstone National Park, it’s unsurprising Beartooth Highway is frequently described as the most beautiful drive in America. Located on a section of U.S. Route 212 in Montana and Wyoming, Beartooth cuts through the Custer and Shoshone national forests, and it’s the stunning greenery of these woodlands that makes this route so special. The pass is usually only open from mid-May to mid-October due to the heavy snowfall in the winter months.

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Delaware Water Gap Road Trip

Take a road trip along the Delaware River. The surrounding 67,000-acre forest at the National Recreation Centre is full of flowing waterfalls that deliver the ultimate scenic route. But it’s the Delaware Water Gap, a deep cleft carved by the river into the solid surrounding rock, which is undisputedly the most beautiful sight of this drive. The route round this beauty spot stretches for 35-miles south on the I-84 freeway in Oregon, Utah. 

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Route 6

Based in the heart of the magnificent Massachusetts state, Route 6 connects Rhode Island to Fall River, New Bedford and Cape Cod. Also known as the Mid-Cape Highway, Route 6 takes you all the way to California and runs 3,652 miles long and is the longest contiguous transcontinental route in the USA jutting across fourteen states.

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Tail of the Dragon

Bordered by the Great Smoky Mountains and the Cherokee National Forest, the Tail of the Dragon route has no intersecting roads or driveways to distract your travel. It’s just you and the open road. With 318 curving roads, totaling 11 miles, the Tail of the Dragon is America’s number one motorcycle and sports car road. Hire the sports car of your dreams and cruise down the famous open roads for as long as your heart desires.

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Dinosaur Diamond Scenic Byway

Journeying through Utah and Colorado for 512 miles, the Dinosaur Diamond Scenic Byway forms a diamond shape with the four highest points at Moab, Helper, Vernal and Grand Junction, which include some of the best National Parks in the country. With the Dinosaur National Monument, the Canyonlands National Park and the Colorado National Monument all on this route, this trip offers a stunning prehistoric adventure through time.  

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Where We Stand Now

Part 22 of A+ Secrets

Summary:  Heading back to California with Dean after the break, and towards the DNA test results.

Word Count: 2140

Warnings: Implied Smut

A/N: Happy Thanksgiving everyone! My day started off with my 3 month old nephew’s poopy diaper, then my 3 year old nephew asking “Why” a million bajillion times. Tons of food! And another kid puking on the dog’s head at dinner. You could say it’s been… eventful ;) Anyway, it’s Thanksgiving so I’m just gonna take a moment and be thankful for my family. I just love them so much. I’m also thankful for my roommates, who are some of the best people I’ve had the opportunity to meet. I’m thankful for school (sometimes) and work (even though I complain all the time) and chocolate and ice cream. I’m thankful for all of you and I hope that you all have a relaxing break (for my American friends, anyway. I hope my international friends have a relaxing few days). Here’s some domestic fluff!!

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“Can we have a few weeks with no family?” you asked, leaning your head back against the seat. The dry, dusty landscape of Nevada was speeding past the windows of the Impala and you could almost smell the warm California air. “Don’t get me wrong, I love my family and yours, but—“

“But that was a lot of family,” Dean agreed.

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