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Running a secret scam

I worked in a large amusement park… I found a way to make even more money… I often used to work at the candy attractions and people would ask if we had any chewing gum… I said no, we do not have chewing gum. We have hard candy to refresh your breath.

I went to Costco to buy a large pack of chewing gum at a low price and bring them to work. So I met a customer who wanted chewing gum and told him it’s 4$ a pack, cash only. The keyword was “lighters” since we don’t allow smoking on premises and the chewing gum pack was always concealed in a small bag. When the park loss prevention was around, I told other customers “we do not have any ” lemon lighters"… “lemon lighters” meant come back in 10-15 minutes.

Did that the whole summer until I resigned the job.

Made a lot of money.

Mysterious Hazelnut Pt. V

Summary: Coffee have always been key to lighten up your mood in cloudy days. Specially when its made by your favorite barista.

Author: @sleepywinchester prev. deanwincehster-af | Mobile Masterlist |

Pairings: Barista!Sam x Plus Size!Reader

Words: 1.5k+

Beta: @latinenglishfandomblog

Warnings: None. Unless you think Tequila is something to get warned about.

A/N: Today is February 6th and I’m already doing some Valentines ish chapters. Don’t mind me, I’m just being festive. Lol. | Feedback is always appreciated it! <3

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Everyone had good days and bad days, it was something normal. In your case and for your sometimes extremely bad luck, things always came heightened. There weren’t good days, they were out of this world great days. But the bad days? They were the worst. Bad mornings like having some spilled coffee or forgetting your keys wasn’t your thing. No. Situations like this only backed up more your theory.

The universe must have single hand picked you to get the worst days. Sometimes you thought of going to see a psychic and getting into all the crystal meditation. Everything that helped your bad luck but yet again you ignored all those possibilities. You wouldn’t waste time in such things knowing that; it wasn’t bad luck, it must be bad karma. Out of all the days they could have picked to fire you, they picked today. Your twenty two birthday, not other day than February freaking fourth teen.

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Strangers - Chapter 1

Pairing: Reader x Bucky Barnes

Plot: You’re in Romania. You finally got out of a toxic relationship and you’re finally free from everyone you know. You enjoy that time on your own without speaking to anyone, until you meet a mysterious man in the middle of town.

Warning: Eventual smut. Not in this chapter. But most definitely will be all kinds of smut. Mentions of abuse.

Note: Thank you for reading, everyone. I hope you like it, and let me know if you want me to continue. Or if you want to be tagged.


You stood there leaning against the cold, metal railing along the bridge. It was so cold, your breath danced around you and your surroundings like cigarette smoke. The outside noise of people bargaining jewelry, mothers tending to their playful children, and lovers taking slow walks together mixed with the music you listened to was peaceful, and brought you into a blissful like trance. You were alone, and at peace for the first time in forever.

           It had been a week since you left France and decided to leave your abusive fiancé. The one who’s actions your whole family had decided to ignore because he had money and high status. The man who told you that you were stupid almost on a daily basis. The man had to slam you into a wall hard enough to put a dent in it before you realized that enough was enough.

           Nobody knew where you were. You took a bunch of cash out, packed some bags and you were on a plane to Vienna by 5am. Your life was finally in your own hands.

           Suddenly, a familiar face came into sight of your peripheral vision. The man that I had just run into by accident two days ago. The man who shared nothing more a smile with me just the day before.

           “You again.” you said playfully, making my way over to him.

           He turned his head in my direction seeing that it was me. The clumsy girl with nothing better to do than to hang out by a bridge one her weekdays.

           He stood there, still as a statue as he leaned over the railing, very similarly to the way you did so just a moment ago. He seemed very deep in thought. You could see through the hair that perfectly canvased his face that his brows were furrowing, and that he was contemplating opening up the notebook that he had in his hand.

           When he noticed you, you started to blush.

           “I-I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to disturb you.” You stammered.

           “No, no you’re fine.” He replied.

           He was tall, and even through the jacket he wore you could tell that he was quite muscular. His expression was very serious. But when he turned to face you and spoke to you, his tone was actually quite friendly.

           You felt like you could finally exhale when he didn’t seem completely annoyed with you.

           “I almost didn’t recognize you without a huge coffee stain on your shirt.”

           You snorted at his remark.

           “I’m sorry, I really didn’t mean for that to happen. I should have been looking better.” You were so embarrassed, no matter how cool you tried to play it.

           “Again. You’re fine, it all kind of went on your shirt anyway.” He chuckled softly.

           You calmed down a little bit and smiled.

           “I see you’re doing some writing out here. Anything interesting?”

           He held on to the notebook a little bit tighter. You could tell that it was something he kept with him, and used quite a bit. Some of the pages were falling out, and a lot of the edges were bent. Some by accident, but some as a sort of bookmark.

           “Mostly just whatever comes into my head, I guess.” He sighed.

           You felt like maybe you shouldn’t have asked. You didn’t even know this guy and yet all you did was embarrass yourself in front of him.

           “You seem spend a lot of time here.”

           You turned to him, coming out of your own thoughts realizing that he was actually starting a conversation with you.

           “I might say the same thing about you, sir.” You replied playfully, clearing your throat.

           “Well what can I say. It’s a nice area.” He chuckled once again, seeming amused at your light playfulness with your conversation.

Bucky’s POV

           She was beautiful. She had black hair styled in a short pixie cut that was hidden under the hood of her jacket. Her golden-brown eyes were striking, I found it hard to turn away.

           She had a soft French accent, that made every word she said sound like music. She made herself sound confident, but kind with her words. Something I liked. Something I wasn’t sure I was used to.

           “So do you live here?” She asked, looking out into the distance of the busy city around us.

           “I guess you could say that.” I answered. But it was a good question. Did I live here? After a year of traveling from city to city, from one country to another, this area was the place I had stayed the longest. I felt…At peace here. At least, as much as someone like me could be.

           Suddenly, her phone rang and she looked down at it. Her content demeanor instantly began to change. Her shoulders began to sink; her eyes became serious. Almost as if she were scared of the person on the other line. I wanted to ask, but I had only met this girl. There was no way I should pry into her personal life. Just as much as I didn’t want her in mine.

           “You should get that.” I said, instead. Thinking it might be important. Whoever this was maybe didn’t want to be kept waiting. And I knew more than anyone else what happened to people when you didn’t do what they wanted right away if you were anywhere near in contact with them.

           She cleared her throat, shoving her phone back into her back pocket. Still seeming a bit shaken by whoever appeared to be on the other side of that potential phone call.

           “No…No, It’s fine.” She trembled through her words.

           “I just…I have to go now. It was nice to meet you.” Was all she said before quickly walking away, hiding what looked like may have been tears.

           And next thing you know she was gone.

           I didn’t even get her name…


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