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supercorpkid · 6 months ago

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Set It Up

Supergirl. Kara Danvers x Reader.

Word Count: 3440.

Notes: Totally inspired by the movie Set it Up. But I changed some stuff to fit better. Part 2 coming soon.

Kara stares out the window as another workday ends for the lucky ones. For her, escaping the office seems more unlikely by the second. She glances at Cat Grant, who is busy typing on her computer, and sighs. She wishes she could be at home watching an old movie with her sister, but she's not one of the lucky ones.

"Kiera, where is my dinner? Are you trying to starve me to death?"

"Oh, I didn't know-–" Kara adjusts her glasses and begins writing down. "What should I order, Ms. Grant?"

"I don't care. Anything. As long as it has a cheeseburger in it."

"So, a cheeseburger?"

"Kiera." Cat shoots her a disapproving look. "Don't make me do your job, that's what I pay you for."

"Of course, Ms. Grant." Kara leaves the office and immediately calls the nearest restaurant to get the food delivered as quickly as possible.

Meanwhile, on the lower level of the building, your boss yells at you because he too wants dinner, even though he said half an hour ago that he wouldn't be eating at his desk tonight.

"I'm on it!" You dash downstairs, grateful for an excuse to leave the office for a few minutes. You've been cooped up so long, the office smell is starting to make you sick.

You rush through the lobby and overhear a heated argument between a blonde girl and a food delivery guy. Food! You need food!

"Come on! I order from you guys every day. I just don't have cash this one time, but look, I have three credit cards."

"If you order from us every day, you know we only accept cash."

You step closer. "Whose food is that?"

The delivery guy doesn't miss a beat, "Yours, if you have 40 bucks to pay for it."

"Oh, I have cash! I have so much cash!" You pull your boss's wallet from your pocket and pay for the food with a grin. The delivery guy leaves in a hurry, and you head back to the elevator. This was easy, except…

"No. No, wait." The blonde girl runs after you. "That's my boss's food and if I'm not upstairs with it in two minutes, she'll fire me, right after she kills me!"

"No, she won't. Just look at you. You just have to charm her with a smile and skip around the office and she'll give you a promotion." You say, the blonde girl looks at you in disbelief. "Just do some tricks!"

"Some tricks? What am I, a monkey?"

"I don't know what you are." You stare at her button-up shirt, tight blue cardigan showing off her muscles. Why does Blondie here have so many muscles? "Some kind of superhero?" Her eyes widen at you and she adjusts her glasses. "That is dumb enough to forget you need cash to pay for food."

"Hey!" You turn your back to her, satisfied with the bag of food in your hand. "Okay, look. There are two dinners there. One for me and one for my boss. What if we share?"

You raise your eyebrows. Why share when you just paid for it? Granted, it was her food first, but it's not your fault she didn't have cash. The food would’ve just gone back to the restaurant anyway.

"I'll get the burger and you get the pasta. That way none of us get fired!"

You sigh. The last thing you want is to get fired, and no matter how hungry you are, you also don't want to be responsible for someone else getting fired today.

"Fine, but you owe me money." You get into the elevator, and watch the blonde girl clinging to the meal you handed her. "Hope you don't get fired!"

Your boss doesn't eat. He makes you almost get someone fired and then, out of the blue, he gets up from his chair while you're only halfway through with mouth-watering pasta and says he's going home.

You drag yourself back to your desk, eat the pasta alone, then finally make your way out of the office. One more long day, in a very extensive list of long days.

It's late at night again and everyone from the office has already left. You're making copies for a presentation. Even though everything is digital these days, your boss insists on being in the Stone Age, probably single-handedly killing a hundred trees at a time.

"Here." You hear a voice and almost jump out of your skin. Then, you feel money being shoved into your hand. "I'm paying off my debt."

You check your watch; it's so late, why is Blondie still here? "What are you doing here? Are you like a janitor or something?"

She blinks at you. "I'm not a janitor." Obviously, a janitor wouldn’t have such a big collection of button-ups. "I'm Kara Danvers. I'm Cat Grant's assistant, that's why I'm always the last one here."

"No, you're not. 'Cause I'm always the last one here." You let out a breath you didn't know you were holding and raise your hand to her at the same time, "Y/N."

"So, do you work at a newspaper? Magazine?" You shake your head. "Why are you wasting so much paper?"

"Because my boss is a buffoon who loves to make me copy things and then shred them." You roll your eyes. "I swear he is driving me up the fucking wall!"

Kara winces at your curse word, and you wonder why you're telling her this. Actually, you know why. Goldilocks here is the first human you've interacted with all week who isn't 1) your boss, 2) someone your boss made you yell at over the phone, or 3) coworkers who are smiling through the pain, like you.

"Well," She doesn’t stop following you to your desk, even though the business between you two is resolved. "Why don't you quit?"

"And survive on what? Breaking into little bears' houses and eating their food?" You ask, and Kara looks at you confused. Right, she doesn’t know you’ve been secretly calling her Blondie and Goldilocks. "I mean, I need the money. Besides, the company is huge. If I survive his ire long enough, maybe I can change positions and be something else."

"Yeah." She lets out a breath, like she understands completely, pulls up a chair—without an invitation—and sits in front of you. "I just want to be promoted to a reporter."

"See, you get it. You're still here in the building too!"

She looks at her watch, "Except my boss is taking a nap and I have to wake her up in 30 minutes. You know who doesn’t get to nap? Me!"

You laugh, opening up to someone you barely know it's weird, but it's like she gets you. She understands better than your friends, really. "The only thing I don’t want is to be 24 and still an assistant. That’s just sad."

She pouts. "I'm 24 and I'm an assistant."

"Oh my God, I'm so sorry." You smirk. "For you. That’s really sad for you."

Kara grins at you. The office falls silent except for the occasional yells through the walls. She looks at his door, puzzled. "Who is he talking to, this late at night?"

"Not his family, no. Because he doesn't have one. Which is not surprising since he never leaves this office." You put your hands on your face, "I'll die here, won’t I?"

"Yeah, Ms. Grant never leaves either. And she has two children. I swear, I have no idea how she does it."

"She doesn’t." You raise your head at Kara. "You do it. You organize her schedule, you wake her up from naps, you order her food, you're basically in charge of her life and oh my God, are you thinking what I'm thinking?"

She isn't. Blondie is blinking at you cluelessly.

"Let’s lock them in a room together so they can have sex." You say with a maniac smile, and Kara rolls her eyes. "Just think about it. While they're boning, we're free!"

"This is ridiculous." She makes her way out of the office as you yell, "byeeee."

There’s an emergency, and Kara urgently needs to put on her cape and fly out the window, but Cat won’t stop talking. Despite Kara’s repeated assurances of 'yes, Ms. Grant, I understand', Cat keeps repeating herself, leaving no room for error on Kara’s part.

But Kara will mess this up—she has to. There’s a fire in a hospital, and every second spent here increases the casualties, all of which she’ll blame on herself. Kara is in desperate need of flexibility at work. Desperate!

This is what she tells herself, when after putting out the fire in the hospital, she decides to look for you through your work corridors, instead of going back to CatCo and doing what her boss asked.

“I’m in,” Kara says, appearing behind you. You jump, but your excitement quickly overrides your surprise. "I'm in on your scheme."

"We need a meet-cute," you start, mind so far off you don't notice if Kara is following you. But she is. "You know, an interesting situation that is kind of humorous but also romantic and then –"

"Yeah, I—" Kara interrupts you, and you look back at Blondie adjusting her glasses. "I've seen enough romantic comedies to know what a meet-cute is."

Goldilocks is well versatile in romantic movies, so it isn't hard for you two to set up a few ideas in motion so that both of your bosses can get stuck somewhere together. Options are: elevator, office, airplane, charity event. The last one sounds unlikely given your boss is an asshole and would be caught dead helping people, but Kara guarantees he would go to a charity event if Supergirl was there, and somehow she can tell you exactly when Supergirl will attend one. Nerd alert!

Kara makes friends with the building administrator, which isn't shocking at all to you. Blondie has that blissful little vibe around her. She's kind, overly excited, and always ready to talk about any subject. So, when she guides you to the lower level of the building, to a moldy, smelly, never-ending room, you can't help but wonder if she isn't part of a cult and you're the sacrifice.

"You're not gonna kill me down here, are you?" Your voice comes out nasally as you cover your nose against the smell.

"Why would I kill you?"

"I don't know. You're blonde, pretty, chatty, kind. No one would suspect you." You look around the empty space. "But it would be such a bummer to die in this building. Please, if you ever think about killing me, just do it anywhere but here."

"I'll keep that in mind next time I need to satisfy my bloodlust."

"See! You are kind, Kara Danvers." You touch her arm for effect and are met with rock-solid biceps. Oh wow, you were not expecting this. "They'll never catch you."

"Okay, time to actually do what we're here for." She points at the screens, and you see both you and her boss waiting for the elevator. You sit on the chair in front of it, glad she made friends with the building manager so there's no one around, and make the elevator stop at CatCo.

"Wait, wait. Where is she going?" you ask Kara when Cat Grant doesn't get inside.

"Oh, I forgot —" You look up with questioning eyes. "She has her own elevator."

You close your eyes to avoid rolling them. "Great," you say, defeated. "Excellent plan."

"Sorry." The apology comes in a whisper from above, so heartbroken you can't be mad anymore.

"It's okay. To be fair, it felt a little dirty doing that. Maybe we should just schedule a meeting or something." You're up and making your way to the flat of stairs in no time, while Kara promptly follows you. You can't wait to get out of this smelly place.

"What would your boss even have to say to Cat Grant? No offense, but he is a basic finance guy."

"I'm not offended, I wish I was a basic finance guy. I would be getting paid a lot more money and wouldn't it be easier to just be a guy?" She nods affirmatively. "Alright then, I'm here for whatever crazy ideas you might have."

"Cat is a confident, independent woman. I'm having a time seeing why she would even need a man."

You raise one eyebrow at her. "What planet are you from?"

"Uh, this—this one." She adjusts the glasses on her face, and you bite back a smile from the answer to your rhetorical question.

"Kara, I know there are many sex toys these days," Her entire face gets bright red in a split second. "but sometimes people want the real thing." You master your most innocent eyes, even though she can't look at your face from embarrassment. "You know, I bet you'd rather do it with your boyfriend."

Her jaw unclenches just enough so she can say, "I don't have a boyfriend or—or anyone."

"Yeah, I get it. Who has time to go out and flirt when your boss wants your head on a stick, right?" When you open the door to the outside world, you smile at the sun and the absence of smell. "Okay, time to get to work. Text me any ideas!"

You spend the day texting. In fact, you spend the week talking to Kara. Between texting each other from the minute you wake up to when you go to sleep; joining coffee runs; and 15-minute lunch breaks taken at the same time, you two come up with a plan. Everyone knows who Cat Grant is. She might as well have a secret admirer.

You send her flowers imitating your boss's handwriting. Cat smirks to herself when Kara waltzes in her office with a pretty bouquet, "But of course he is impressed with me, Kiera. I'm an impressive woman."

"You are, Ms. Grant! Should I send anything back as a thank you?" Kara tries and receives an eyebrow raise. "Or just an acknowledgment. You know, I read somewhere his company is well known in the finance world. Having someone like him as a source someday…"

"Send him something. Anything." She goes back to her computer and mutters to herself. "I might need him eventually."

"Great idea, Ms. Grant." Kara smiles even though she knows it was all her.

"Of course it's a great idea, I thought of it. Now go Kiera, you've distracted me enough with this nonsense."

Kara almost floats out of her office, and sets the second part of the plan in motion.

It is definitely not hard to convince your boss that someone like Cat Grant knows him. Men always think the world revolves around them, and this one is particularly full of himself.

You coordinate your schedules and send them to the same restaurant for different meetings. You and Kara find a place outside of it where you can spy on them with your binoculars. Kara doesn't have any spy attire, but still can do a perfect lip read of their conversation.

"They are trying to set up a date." She informs you, and you move your binoculars to their lips to figure out how she is doing this so perfectly, when you can barely see them right. "Can't agree on a place."

"Maybe we should pick for them."

"Uh," She complains. "Cat is getting angry. He is not letting her choose. Oh, she just called him a caveman."

"He is." You agree, then raise your head up. "That's not good, we have to fix this. Think!"

"They both like Noonan's. We always pick their coffee from that place. Maybe they need to think about coffee instead of dinner."

"Wait," You grab your phone and look at his agenda. Then shoot him a text. "Just canceled one of his meetings for later, and told him he'll have time during his usual coffee run."

You two watch him look at the phone, then raises his head at Cat. Kara repeats his words to you, "How about coffee?"

"I like —"

"Noonan's." They say unison and you look at Kara with a smile. Yep, you two are good!

Later that day, Kara receives a, "Kiera, I'm going out for my own coffee. I want to see if they can't make the coffee the way I like it, or if it's due to your incompetence that it is either impressively cold or burning hot when you give them to me."

At the same time you get a, "Hold everything off for the rest of the day. I'm going for coffee with a woman and it might turn into something else. If you know what I mean."

Gross.

You and Kara follow them to the coffee shop, but keep your distance and a few newspapers up to cover your faces.

The date does not go well. Cat is indeed a strong independent woman, and your boss is indeed a buffoon who doesn't think women should be either strong nor independent. You and Kara leave the place before it all blows up on your faces.

"Ok, it seems that getting them together is not enough. We'll have to actually Cyrano them."

You nod your head the slightest. "Mhm, yeah. Totally."

She quirks an eyebrow at you. "You know what that means right?"

"Yeah. Two assistants getting their bosses together and—"

"What? No. I've texted you so many times by now!" She laughs at you. "We coach them. Like when a nerdy boy in a movie feeds the hot guy the lines, so he can get the nice girl."

"Oh, is that what you think we're doing?" Kara shakes her head in agreement. "Absolutely not. We're Parent Trapping them."

"What? It's not the Parent Trap! We didn't switch places."

"Yeah, cause we're not twins. I think Cat would notice if we switched an almost-superhero with a clown."

Kara looks so offended, "I'm no clown!"

You furrow your eyes at her. Blondie really is a special kind of girl, isn't she?

So back at the board you go. And that does not involve an actual board, Goldilocks! It's just an expression.

"I read in a book that there are two types of compliments to give to a woman," Kara starts, and you nod, writing it down. "The things she already knows about herself that she needs confirmed, and the things she doesn't think anybody else notices about her." You raise your eyes at her.

"I see. So the first would be like," She turns to you focusing her attention. "How you have expressive baby blue eyes and I can tell what you're thinking even before you say it." She opens her mouth a few times, but no words come out. "And the second would be like, how sometimes you're so hyperfocus that only one of your eyes blink."

"That's —" Kara gets so flushed that even the points of her ears turn a shade of red. "I -– Yeah — Sure -– I guess."

"Oh, or how you turn into a stumbling mess when you get complimented?" You raise your eyes at her as her cheeks get even a darker shade of red, blush crippling down her neck. She smooths her hand over her cardigan. "Yeah, that one too!" You point at her hand. "You fix your glasses and then smooth your hand over your clothes when you're nervous. Or sometimes you turn your hands into fists and –"

"Ok, yeah!" Kara stops you, face so red you wonder where else her blush has reached. "You — You got it!" She whispers to herself. "You definitely got it."

You smile to yourself knowing that what you really accomplished was getting under her skin. And you think you love that even more than you love the fact that getting your bosses together is giving you more free time.

"Alright then, how about this as a card, 'I like how independent you are, and I love how effortless you make it seem." You start writing down trying to nail his handwriting.

"I think you did that better with me."

"Yeah well, I haven't been spending all my time with Cat Grant. Thank God." You show her the card. "Look, this will be fine. He also hasn't spent a lot of time with her, it would be weird if he had noticed the different ways she blinks her eyes and what they all mean."

Kara first raises her eyebrows in shock, but then she agrees to your prerogative with a nod, unable to form a sentence.

And just like that, they have another date.

#supergirl #kara danvers #kara x reader #reader insert #supergirl fanfiction #Set it Up

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hellhazbinstuck · 8 months ago

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Velvette x reader: Angel's adopted sister 1/?

Warnings: Valentino being a jackass, potential smut in the future

You parked your little black car near the V tower and made your way inside. You were always a little early picking up Angel Dust. Party because his schedule was a mess and a little bit because you loved watching Velvette work her magic.

"I should be done here in 40 minutes unless Val decides to be a dick."

"Okay, I'll be there soon."

It didn't take long for you to see Velvette getting annoyed at one of her models, but she somehow always found a few minutes to talk to you.

"Ugh, do none of you know anything about posture? There are children with better posture!" She said before she saw you. "Everyone take a break. And don't fucking get anything on those dresses!"

She walked up to you and grabbed one of your hands. Dragging you out of the doorway. "Y/N, doll, you got here at the perfect time. These models are driving me crazy!" She gave you a hug, and you both sat down on the new couch she brought

"Would you ever want to be a model? You're gorgeous and way smarter than at least half of these girls." Her compliment made your face as pink as her hair. You knew she didn't say things like that often.

"I never really thought about it. Do you really think I could do a good job?" Velvette smiled at you. "Y/N, I know you can." You heard your phone vibrate.

"Val must be sick. He's actually letting me leave on time. "

"Okay, I'll be right there."

Velvette wrote something down and handed it to you. "Here, think about it and call me when you can." You smiled and took the paper. "Thanks, Velvette. I'll talk to you later. "

You took the elevator to Val's studio and found Angel Dust. "Alright, let's go back to the hotel before your shitlord boss changes his mind again." Angel already had his stuff with him, and you guys took the elevator and quickly made it to the car.

"So, did you get to see your girlfriend today?" Angel said jokingly. "She's not my girlfriend. We just...talk sometimes." Angel gave you the, "Come on, you and I both know what you think about her." Look, and you started driving to the hotel. "I just want you to be careful. Don't let your guard down around any of the Vees."

There wasn't much traffic for once, and you got to the hotel pretty fast. "Huskers!" Angel yelled, running for his grouchy boyfriend. "Hey baby, me and Nuggets missed you." Said pig ran from behind the bar to meet his dads.

You sat on the couch in the lobby for a little while, barely paying attention to some movie and adding Velvette to your contacts.

Y/N : Hey Velvette, it's Y/N. Text me when you get a chance.

A few minutes later, you decided to go to bed. Your room was a decent distance from anyone else, so nobody would hear you taking a shower.

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The next morning, you woke up to a text from Velvette.

Velvette: Hey doll. I know Angel has to work today (Valentino won't shut up), so I was wondering if you wanted to take some photos today? Some of these models are driving me crazy! - ♡

You had thought about it, and at the very least, you'd be able to keep an eye on Valentino since he never stopped bugging Velvette. And, modeling could be fun.

Y/N: Yes, I would love to. I'll be there when I drop Angel off.

Velvette: Can't wait!

After breakfast and getting ready, Angel kissed Husker goodbye, and you headed to VVV tower.

"Do you want me to go in there with you? I hate having to leave you with that rotten jiz rag." Angel Dust pulled into a hug with all four arms. "I'll be okay, sis. I'm used to him. You said you'd see each other later, and he told you to be safe.

He made it to his dressing room and sighed after closing the door. You weren't Molly, and you could never replace her. But Angel didn't know what he would do without you.

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Part two will be out soon!

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fandomwritingbit · 1 year ago

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could u do william afton x bratty reader??? this idea mkes me so HAPYYYY EHEHHE!!!! thank u and have an awesome dayy!!

I can sure try! Hope this scratches the itch lmao

william afton x bratty (gn)reader

smut, spanking, degrading and brat taming below the cut ;)

You're sitting on your fling's sofa, waiting for him to put his attention back on you. He's been so caught up with work recently you've hardly seen him and now was supposed to be different. He promised to take care of you today. Then Henry called...

You watch him with his back to you, talking on the phone, feeling your lips automatically pout in response.

He sighs, "Yeah... Okay... I'll have to come in and sort it, won't I?" The second he says that you roll your eyes, how fucking typical of him. You were supposed to get the whole day with him and it's barely been a few hours.

Nodding at something Henry is saying he turns to face you, annoyance written in his expression. "No, it's not really alright, is it? … Fine, yeah, 20 minutes."

"Are you serious?" The words leave you in an instant, your tone whiny enough to make William scowl. He again turns his back on you, not having the patience to deal with two whining dependents at once. This spurs you to stand, and you go over too him and hang off his arm.

Your voice is coated in entitlement, "You can't go. You're spending time with me. Tell him you can't go!" The way you drag out those vowels, your voice pinched and higher than normal, makes the unpleasant expression on your lover's face double. He can't fucking stand when you whinge like this, he’s told you as much multiple times.

He mutes his side of the call, looking down at you, "I don't have a choice. Let go of me." Each word of the last sentence is hissed separately, punctuated by the way he tears you off his arm, making you stumble slightly. "Stop being a brat- I'm not in the mood to put up with you." His reaction to you stings and causes you to double down on him, growing more pissed off at the injustice.

"I can't believe you, you never keep your promises!" Your voice is so shrill it's heard clearly by the man on the other end of the phone, both of them think it's insufferable. You go over to your coat hung on the bannister, shrugging it on and picking up your bag, turning smartly to William, "If you don't have time for me, I'll go and find someone that does."

For a moment your boyfriend doesn't blink and just stares at you in disbelief, more than embarrassed that Henry just heard how petulant you can be. Still staring daggers at you, he speaks to his co-worker, "... I've got to go, Henry... yeah." He hangs up and tosses his phone onto the sofa.

"What are you doing? Put your stuff down." You can tell just by how he's looking at you that he's not asking. It's an order. So you look at him angrily. You're not one of his employees he can boss around, but at least you got his attention.

"No." You scoff, continuing to stand near the door, "Why should I be good for you, when you're not good for me?" He laughs at you incredulously, unable to believe you're really being this pathetic.

Walking over to you he takes the bag and the jacket roughly from your shoulders, letting both drop into a pile on the floor. He then catches your arm and turns you around so your back is pressed to him, his larger frame letting him speak directly to your ear.

"Why are you being such a brat, huh? You never fucking listen." The harshness of his tone is enough to make you regret your ploy for attention. "What do I have to do to teach you some respect?" You hope he's asking rhetorically because you wouldn't dream of answering that question. And so instead, you just lean into him, arching your back to let your behind press against his crotch, a small moan leaving your lips when you feel his cock respond.

He knows you just want his attention, want him to play with you, make you cum for him in that crazy way only he can do for you. But brats don't get rewarded and your arse against him right now is giving him an idea.

William manoeuvres you towards the arm of the sofa, bending you over against it, making you gasp when your stomach comes in sudden contact with it. You're at his mercy, his intimidating frame looming over you and adding to the growing arousal between your legs. His fingers are rough, digging into your skin when he hooks them under your waistband and pulls your trousers down, your underwear soon following. You feel so exposed, anticipation heavy in your stomach as you wait for what he's about to do to you.

He grabs a handful of your plush cheek, kneading the flesh and frowning at how you squirm.

"Look at you arching your back so pretty, I nearly forgot what a needy little brat you are." His tone is mean, and your stomach twists at realisation that this is a punishment. Without warning, he strikes your arse hard, the palm viciously stinging you. You yelp, turning to look at him but quickly being grabbed at the base of your neck and held down.

"Now listen. To make it up to me you're going to count every one of these. Nice and clear. But anything else I hear from you adds more." There's a sinister joy to his words, making you gulp at the knowledge that he isn't going to go easy on you. Not one bit.

#fnaf #william afton #william afton x reader #william afton smut #fnaf william afton #william afton x you #fnaf smut #henry emily #william afton imagines

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annisassintchaska · 1 year ago

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Fernando Alonso x Black!Caribbean!Reader

Today was a day that Fernando was the most pissed. Why you may ask? This morning he woke up to find his wife doubled over in the kitchen by the stove, in pain as she had just went into labor. He was really excited to as he called his boss to have the reserve driver fill in for him as he wanted to stay home with his wife- they planned to do a home birth. Long story short, the so called reserve driver was all the way in Mexico, on vacation while the race was supposed to take place in an hour, in Jeddah as it was the Saudi Arabian Grand Prix. How was he gonna break this news to his wife? No idea.

Walking back into the bedroom where his wife was currently recovering from a small contraction, Y/n held her arms out in which Fernando pulled her into a comforting hug while rubbing her back, he sighed. "Mi amor, I'm gonna have to go in for work because the reserve driver is out of reach." he spoke into her hair softly. Y/n knew that something like this would have happened, so she had already weighed her options. Due to how soft and far apart her contractions were, she knew that she'd be able to survive until at least the last few minutes of the race if not the entirety.

"Help me get dressed, please?" Y/n asked her husband who looked at her in confusion. "why do you wanna get dressed? you should be getting in the tub" Fernando asked as his wife slowly got up with his help moving towards the closet. "I'm coming with you." she said and Fernando immediately became even more angry. "No, I won't have you leave the house in this condition. If so be the case, then I just won't go to work today!" he said in frustration at the fact that he knew he was fighting a losing battle with his was who was already dressed and was sliding into her slippers. "I will be able to survive until the end of the race then we'll leave." Y/n explained as she dragged her stubborn husband out of the house and into the car.

The whole drive, Fernando complained that she should allow him to drop her off at his mother's hotel so that she would at least have someone with her incase of any emergencies, yet Y/n countered by saying that there were medical assistance on track so she would be fine in the garage. Upon arrival, Fernando did not allow his wife to walk as he lifted her out of the car, carrying her in his arms through the paddock. Paparazzi got footage of this act and it immediately spread like wildfire as fans were also capturing the moment with their devices.

Fernando made his way to the garage, setting his wife down in a cushioned chair, elevating her legs as his tea principal, Lawrence Stroll, continuously apologised for the unpreparedness. "Just so you know, immediately after the race, I'll be leaving; the fine that will be issue to my name should be paid by you!" Fernando ordered to which the man accepted.

Throughout the whole race, Y/n prayed through contraction, begging God to wait until after her husband's race was finished so that he would be able to witness the birth of their first child. With every contraction and weird feeling in her cervix, tears pooled into her eyes as she tried to find some way to make her baby stay inside of her for a little longer.

The race has finally come to an end and Fernando immediately made his way out of the car, marching with heavy steps towards the garage to retrieve his wife, when a male journalist blocked his path. "Hi Fernando, I must say you drove exceptionally well today on the track, however I would like to ask just one quick question. Earlier, you seemed to be in a hurry from being late to work while carry your wife. May I ask what's wrong?" The journalist asked, obviously not paying attention to the stone cold look that stamped itself to Fernando's face.

Taking a deep breath and refraining from pushing the man in front of him he answered "What's wrong is the fact that I had to come into work while my wife is in labor and now you're blocking my fucking way from getting her back home where my child can be safely delivered in a clean environment!!!" Fernando barked at the man who jumped out of the way, scared for his life as Fernando stomped pass him and into the Aston Martin garage. There he found his wife whimpering in pain and holding onto Lawrence hand for dear life.

Fernando shotted his boss a look before lifting his wife back through the garage to the car as he ran around to the diver's side, speeding off to his house. Quickly getting out and opening the front door, Fernando came back to lift his wife into the house. "Oh my God, I feel like I'm stretching more. It hurts" Y/n cried to her husband as he paced her into the pool in their bedroom, warm water filling it at the same time. "I know querida, you'll pull through it. Can you tell me where you you feel him?" he asked as he applied pressure to her lower back. "I feel him coming down through my canal. He's right at the opening!!" Y/n wailed as she squeezed her partner's hand while bearing down and pushing.

Fernando had been very strong throughout the process of his wife giving birth, yet the moment his son fell into his hands under the water and came up with a healthy cry, the tears started to run like a waterfall. Sobs broke out as he held his very first child to his chest, still in disbelief that he actually made a baby. Y/n's crying had calmed as she leaned into her husband's side, she said. "I guess he just wanted to scare us,he actually waited" as she brushed over his amniotic fluid covered hair. "Well, at least we know that he'll listen whenever we speak." Fernando responded making them laugh. The couple spent the rest of their evening glowing in joy as they dotted on their new addition, with Fernando being grateful for finally having the one thing he wished for.

#fernando alonso #fernando alonso x reader #fernando alonso x y/n #fernando alonso x oc #fernando alonso fluff

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tooxmanyxships · 1 year ago

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Celebrity Romance

Brocedes

Angst with a happy ending pls.

Nico as a hollywood actor. Lewis can be f1 driver or a singer.

I have a feeling this is gonna be turned into a multi chaptered fic (if people are interested in it) so like, take this as a first chapter/snippet.

"Who is it again that's coming to the track today?" Lewis asks, sounding completely uninterested, to an annoyed looking Toto.

"Nico Rosberg," He repeats himself, rolling his eyes as Lewis blinks at him. "Come on, Lewis. You know who he is."

"I think I've vaguely heard about his scandals."

"Stop it." Toto turns more stern. "You will not ruin this for our team. I won't allow it."

Lewis didn't get all the fuss.

Suddenly this 'big' actor guy wants to show himself off on an f1 race track, and for what?

He kind of got why Toto got so excited though. Normally the celebrities wanted to check out the Redbull facility, but this one had explicitly asked for the Mercedes one.

It was something Toto could rub into Christian's face. So yeah, he got that part.

The thing he didn't get was why he had to play a part in this whole cherade and Valtteri easily got out of this mess.

"Why do you need me for this? You can lead him around the factory perfectly fine." Toto was the team principal after all.

"Because I want you to do it. That's why."

No. That wasn't the answer he wanted. Now it was clear there was something more behind this.

"Toto..."

"This is not negotiable, Lewis." Toto's words were final. "You will not let me down."

Lewis groans.

This whole thing was gonna be the death of him.

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It was a big mess. Or at least that's what Lewis thought when Nico Rosberg's camera team started setting things up in the factory.

Cords were running over the floor everywhere and cameras were being set up in the most ridiculous places.

This day was gonna be torture.

And of course.... No surprise..... The man of the hour was late.

And not just 5 minutes, not even 10. The man was 2 hours late.

2 freaking hours.

Lewis' whole day plan was destroyed. Even Toto didn't seem too happy, judging by the way he kept looking at his watch.

Susie was doing all the talking to the crew. The damage control.

Lewis was just sitting on the stairs, scrolling through his phone.

At last.... At last Nico came into the factory, not even looking bothered at all by the fact that he was incredibly late to an event he himself had planned.

Or well, the pretty blonde secretary next to him probably had.

They looked so cliché. The hot shot actor with the pretty blonde secretary. They probably fucked too.

Lewis glanced up at them, looking how the blonde female was fussing over the hot shot's clothes and his hair while the actor talked to Toto.

Oh yeah.... They definitely fucked.

Lewis snorted at his own thoughts, looking back down at his phone, not even noticing that a few minutes later, 4 people were standing in front of him.

One of them cleared their throat and Lewis slowly looked up, seeing the team principal, his wife Susie, the secretary and the hot shot standing in front of him.

Toto's raised eyebrow prompted Lewis to get up from his seat.

"This is Lewis. He'll be your guide through the factory."

"Oh," Nico startled a little as he shook Lewis' outstretched hand. "I thought you were going to be my guide."

Lewis' eyes snapped towards Toto. They narrowed when he saw the guilty look on his boss' face.

"I have.... Other things to take care of, unfortunately."

Lewis scowled at Toto before turning back to Nico, realizing that he hadn't let go of his hand yet. He shook it a second time, just for spite.

"Don't worry, mister Rosberg. I'm a better guide than Toto."

It was Toto's turn to scowl this time, but there was also a little bit of surprise in his eyes.

Susie and Nico's secretary, Lewis still didn't know her name, both chuckled. Even Nico looked a tiny bit amused.

Lewis took it as a one-upping Toto.

Toto quickly regained his composure though.

"Good to see you that confident. I'll leave you to it then." He added a wink as he held his arm out for Susan they both walked away.

Lewis was fucked. He had no idea where to even start this 'grand tour'. Meanwhile Nico, and his assistant, were looking at him expectantly.

Oh he was gonna get Toto back for this.

"Okay, so, uh..." He cleared his throat. "Where would you like to start? Or do you just want to see the cars."

Nico and his assistant shared a look. Nico seemed to just look amused, but his assistant looked slightly annoyed already.

So yeah, it was pretty clear he hasn't been paying attention and doesn't have a clue on what Nico Rosberg is actually here for.

Nico turned towards him, "The next movie I'll be in will be a movie with f1 racing cars. I - - - -well, Vivi, actually...." He gestured towards the blonde assistant. "thought it would be a good idea to get some...insight before actually acting in the movie."

Lewis blinked. With all those cameras around it looked like they were doing a movie already. Not to mention that the actor looked like he didn't even want to be there at all.

This was really going great so far.

Not.

"Okay. How about I show you the cars then."

Nico shared another look with his assistant, then looked back at Lewis and shrugged.

"Sure. Whatever you want."

Whatever he wanted was to just disappear.

But he couldn't do that now, could he?

So, not knowing what else to do, Lewis started leading them towards the showroom with all the cars Mercedes ever raced with.

Of course he gave a bit of information to each one, and even though it seemed like he was listening, Nico looked like he wasn't really there. Or at least it looked like his head was somewhere else.

Lewis saw in the corner of his eyes that his assistant nudged him a few times, so that he would say something, because the cameras were rolling, but whatever he said or asked when he was nudged, Lewis could tell something was going on.

Finally the tour in the showroom was done, which meant the most important part was done apparently, and Nico got a break while the blonde assistant went to talk to the camera crew and Lewis got thanked for the tour and the explanations. Maybe he wasn't needed anymore then.

Lewis saw Nico sneak away outside. He didn't know why, but something inside him told him to follow him, so he did.

Outside the doors, Lewis looked left and right, until he saw Nico go round the corner of the factory and followed him.

When he got there, Nico was leaning against the wall, his lips curled around a cigarette that he was just lighting up.

"Did no one ever tell you those things could kill you?"

Nico raised his eyebrow, taking a drag from said cigarette, blowing out the smoke in Lewis' direction on purpose.

"Did no one ever tell you those cars could kill you?"

Lewis raised his eyebrow this time, making a show of waving his hand at the smoke, then leaned against the wall beside the actor.

"Sorry if I'm going too far, but.... It seems like you don't really want to be here."

"That's because I don't."

He called it.

"So.... Why are you here then?"

"Vivi.... Vivian made me. Said it would be good for me."

"Good for you?"

"Get some inspiration. For the movie?"

Right. The movie.

"And are you? Inspired I mean."

Nico grimaced, taking another drag, exhaling slowly.

"I'm gonna quit the movie. Someone else can have my role."

Lewis gawked at him, "Was I really that bad of a guide?"

Nico had the audacity to chuckle.

"I wouldn't know. I barely heard anything you said to be honest."

"Rude, man."

"Not your fault. I'm sure you were great. I just..... Didn't really want to listen."

Lewis was quiet. Worrying his bottom lip between his teeth.

Something was slowly dawning on him.

"Who did you lose?" Nico turned surprised eyes towards him. "You said that those cars could kill, so.... Who was it?"

Nico looked kind of impressed by how perceptive Lewis was, then just stared off into the distance.

"A friend. Died way too young."

"What's his name? Maybe I knew him."

"Jules. Jules Bianchi."

Lewis still remembered. That damn truck on the track.....

"I knew him," Lewis' voice was soft. "He was a really nice guy."

"Yeah. He was." Nico took one last drag of his cigarette, then stomped out the stump on the ground. "I should get back inside. Before Vivi starts thinking I've been abducted by aliens. Or just, you know... Did a runner."

Lewis chuckled, "Maybe you should just do whatever you want to do, instead of doing what people expect from you. " He startled both of them with his reply, biting his bottom lip. "Hey. If you need more guidance....."

"Oh if you'd be so kind," Nico snarked, snorting when Lewis made a mock bow.

He just had to suffer through this one more guidance.

Then he'd never have to see this insufferable actor again.

He followed him inside, where the media circus immediately started up again.

Lewis lead the rest of the tour, sometimes glancing over at Nico, who now at least tried to be more attentive this time.

When they came back to the front doors, Nico's outstretched hand was the first thing he saw.

"Thanks, Lewis. It's been....an interesting tour."

Was that a wink from the actor?

"Glad to be of service," Lewis answered, his lips curling up into a little smile when he felt the squeeze in his fingers as they shook hands. "Good luck. With whatever you decide to do."

Something sparkled in Nico's eyes. "Thanks. Maybe I'll see you again sometime."

Lewis seriously doubts that.

"Maybe." He finally felt Nico let go of his hand. He wasn't really aware of it, until he felt his hand being empty and let it drop to his side.

He watched how the crew packed up their things, how Nico and his assistant were arguing about something.

He still didn't get why it all had to be filmed, but he was a bit out of his debt here anyway.

He finally saw the crew leave, Vivian behind them, while Nico seemed to hesitate inside the doorway.

He looked behind him, searching for, and finding; Lewis' eyes.

They're just - - - staring at each other, until....

"How did it go?"

Lewis jumped a little when he heard Toto's voice behind him. He glared over his shoulder.

"Fine, I guess." Toto raised his eyebrow and Lewis shrugged. "Not sure if he gained anything from this, but, we'll see."

Toto just nodded solemnly. Lewis knew Toto would already be glad with any kind of profit they got from this.

Lewis turned his head back to the front door, but the actor was already gone.

#brocedes #f1 rpf #f1 fanfic #my writing #lewis hamilton x nico rosberg #lewis hamilton #nico rosberg

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ninchen1909 · 2 years ago

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The Teacher and the Mob boss - chapter 5-

Warnings: consumption of alcohol

Words:~2,400

I don't know how long I'm already sitting in the parked car, before I can finally get myself up to start the engine. The whole drive home runs as if on autopilot, and so I'm finally standing in front of my apartment without really knowing how I got there. I quickly take refuge in the safety of my apartment.

With a loud bang, I let the front door fall into the lock and let out a frustrated sigh. A million thoughts are running through my head. I just don't understand why it's so important to him that he become a part of my life. Why doesn't he just find a new mistress or stay faithful to his fiancée for a change. Frustrated, I toss my work bag next to the coat rack before heading toward my kitchen, where I grab a bottle of wine. I don't even bother to get a glass from the cupboard, so I drink from the bottle straight away. Immediately, the sweet fruity taste spreads into my mouth as the wine runs down my throat. After I have allowed myself a few hearty sips, I go into my living room together with the bottle and let myself fall onto the sofa. My thoughts keep finding their way back to Barnes, and I can't and won't accept that.

So I get up to get my cell phone out of my pocket, only to send Wanda a very short message, consisting of only one word: "Girls' night?" just as I allow myself another strong sip from the bottle, my cell phone vibrates in my hand: "I'll be at your place at 7, bringing wine" despite my confusing thoughts, I have to smile. Wanda really can always be counted on. I quickly grab the wine bottle, and make myself comfortable on my sofa, while more and more wine runs down my throat, the anger rises more and more in me. That fucking asshole.

At seven on the dot Wanda is standing in front of the door holding a bottle of wine in each of her hands, which she immediately holds out to me as soon as I open the door. Of course, she recognizes at first glance that something is wrong, which is why she pushes me slightly back into my apartment, only to close the door behind her shortly thereafter.

Not two seconds later, I find myself in a warm and intimate embrace. Even when she has finished, she doesn't let go of me completely, but puts her hands gently on my shoulders and pushes me back a bit, just to be able to look me in the eyes better:" What did Barnes do?" I look at her in surprise: "How do you know that my mood is so shitty because of Barnes? ", for a short moment she looks at me, caught off guard, before she skillfully plays this over, "pure intuition", I shake off my astonishment, and with a nod tell her to follow me to the sofa.

The alcohol has already left its mark on me, which can be seen immediately in my slightly swaying gait, but Wanda leaves this fact uncommented, for which I am really grateful to her.

A little later, we sit together on the sofa, each with a glass of wine in hand. I take a big gulp from my wine glass, before I put it down, a little too firmly, on the living room table and let myself fall back into the soft cushions of my sofa "You know, it seems that you really can't trust men anymore today. They just come into your life, mess everything up, and then boom, they break everything just like that. And the worst part is, they then act like they have no idea what you're talking about." I let out a frustrated sigh as I continue to talk myself into a frenzy.

Wanda listens patiently to everything, but more and more amazement appears in her eyes. Only when she realizes that I have gotten the frustration off my chest for now, does she begin to speak:" You know, you've been telling me for good ten minutes now how stupid men are, and in some cases, that's certainly true. But I still don't know what Barnes did that was so bad now that you're getting drunk on a Wednesday night and labeling all men as idiots." she takes a sip from her glass and looks at me over its rim questioningly.

"Oh I'll tell you what that asshole did. He's engaged Wanda, engaged as in he's getting married soon, I mean how can he?" abruptly Wanda starts coughing on her wine, as she slaps her own hand against her chest.

"Are you okay, do you want me to get you some water?" worriedly I look at her, however she just shakes her head and puts her glass on the table before turning her gaze back to me.

"He's engaged?" her voice has taken on a louder and shriller tone than usual,

"Yep" I let that p pop especially. To my amazement Wanda seems genuinely shocked, which doesn't really make sense to me though, she was the one who warned me about Barnes just a few days ago.

"He's not, I mean I don't think so. I mean he was so nice to you and..."

"Well I told you he is an ass, and I was stupid enough to buy his “I’m such a nice guy, and I really want to get to know you” shit. I really need to get over this idea that I can always make all men better." I reach for my glass again, letting the red gold inside run down my throat. Wanda seems to be blown away by this information, as she no longer gives me an answer, but just stares straight ahead.

In my inebriated state, however, I don't pay much attention to her reaction and just keep talking.

"You know, you were right, I should have just stayed away from him. But no, of course I jump at it the minute a guy shows interest in me." annoyed with myself I roll my eyes, and empty the rest of my glass.

"You can't think like that (y/n), I really think Barnes meant everything he said to you honestly. And he's not engaged." her voice sounds confident. When she notices my questioning look, she quickly adds.

"I mean you would have heard if the biggest mobster in our country was engaged, wouldn't you. And I maybe there's more to him than you're letting on right now." I just shrug, watching her empty her glass in one go. She looks uneasy, almost worried.

"Why are you suddenly defending him. I mean, the first day of school you were still warning me about him, and now you're more or less telling me to give him another chance. i mean he's engaged, that says it all. He's flirting with me, and telling me about feelings, while his fiancée is waiting for him at home. I mean that's unbelievable."

"I'm not trying to sugarcoat Barnes for you. I'm just saying that some things aren't what they seem. And maybe, you should give him another chance to explain himself. I mean maybe it's all just a misunderstanding." a sardonic laugh escapes me.

"Yeah sure, I'm sure it's all just one big misunderstanding." my voice trails with sarcasm, and I give Wanda a meaningful look before my voice, as well as my facial expression, take on a certain seriousness.

"And you know, maybe she's right about what she said..." Wanda tilts her head, looking at me from wary eyes.

"I'm not made for this life. I don't know the first thing about what's going on in his world and how I'm supposed to act."

"(y/n)... first of all, you wouldn't be alone, Barnes would help you with all of that and show you what matters. And second, how would you know that his supposed fiancée knows that."

I set my Gals down on the living room table with a loud clink before turning my full attention back to her. I shrug slightly before echoing the words of Linda,.

"Simply Wan, because she told me to. She said, and I quote,'He needs someone who knows how to behave in this world and how to look in this world.' And apparently Miss Linda Pierce knows that and I don't."

Immediately I notice Wanda tense up at these names, and her now again filled wine glass almost slips from her hand. She tries to make her features look unconcerned again as quickly as she can, but I've already noticed the change in her whole demeanor.

"Do you know her?" Curiosity rises in me and I wait anxiously for her answer.

"No..." she clears her throat slightly "no, I don't know any woman by that name." She shrugs her shoulders pointedly and coolly, but quickly averts her gaze from me, preferring instead to observe the contents of her wine glass. I draw my eyebrows together, doubts come over me, and I'm overcome by the feeling that Wanda is hiding something from me. But why should she? She's one of my closest friends, so I try to swallow the uneasy feeling, but it leaves me with a bad taste in my mouth. An oppressive silence settles over us, my fingertips drum impatiently back and forth on the rim of the wine glass. Every now and then I cast furtive glances at Wanda out of the corner of my eye, but she seems to be completely lost in her own world.

"Is everything all right with you? You've been so weird all evening." She looks at me in amazement before a forced smile settles on her lips and she sets her glass down on the living room table. Her hands keep brushing over the rough fabric of her jeans.

"Yeah sure, it's fine. I just have to go to the bathroom real quick." Before I can even react to that, she has already jumped up, and with quick steps she disappears from the living room and is also soon gone in the hallway. Stunned, I look after her, the previously suppressed doubts come back as if in a wave and I briefly have the feeling of sinking into them. To prevent this, I want to reach for my wine glass with a quick movement, but in doing so I notice that both it and the bottle are empty. With a frustrated sigh, I'm about to let myself fall back into the back of my sofa, when I remember that the two bottles Wanda brought with her are still standing in my hallway, where I put them when I hugged her, so I could return the hug better. So I heave myself up from the sofa and cross my living room in a few big steps. Just as I am about to go through the door, I can hear Wanda's quiet, hectic voice, through the ever-recurring pauses, I realize that she must be on the phone and is always waiting for the answer of her interlocutor. However, it is not the fact that Wanda is on the phone that makes me pause, but the conversation itself. While I can't understand all of what is being said due to her whispery tone, I understand enough to know that it is about me and Barnes. I can hear the blood rushing in my ears, tense I hold my breath, listening to Wanda's phone call.

"Nat, you have to tell Barnes.".... "yes of course I understand that, but he needs to know who is behind all of this" .... "No I can't be more specific, I think (y/n) already suspects something."

An annoyed groan is heard from Wanda: "Natasha you know as well as I do that Barnes will not be reasoned with on this point, he will kill him, he will kill the whole family."startled, I tear open my eyes to suppress my gasp of shock, biting my lips hard, the iron taste of blood filling my mouth. The person on the other end of the line, apparently a certain Natasha, seems to have a lot to say this time, because it takes quite a while before Wanda speaks up again.

"Yes ,alright, I'll come to you right now, then we can talk about it again in more detail.I'll just tell you one thing if something happens to (y/n) because of that, he doesn't have to be afraid of them anymore, but of me" .... "it's alright....yes see you soon.....I love you too"

When I noticed that Wanda ends the conversation, I try to get back to the living room as quickly and quietly as possible, once there I lean against the back of the couch and stare at the ceiling, trying to give the impression that I am deep in thought.

Only when Wanda clears her throat slightly do I turn my face to her, meanwhile hiding my trembling hands in my lap.

She looks at me with a smile on her lips, but a storm of anger and apparently fear rages in her eyes, her cell phone clutched tightly in her hand.

"(y/n) I'm really sorry, but I just got a call from my mom, she asked me to come over as soon as possible." a stab runs through me at the fact that she can lie to me while still looking me in the eye. I swallow the lump in my throat, playing along with her game.

"Is she okay?" I straighten up completely, trying to put as much feigned fear into my voice as I can. Wanda waves it off in response "Yeah don't worry, she just wants me to help her with something, nothing bad." She grabs her jacket and slips it over her shoulders.

"Good" I give her a feigned smile, and escort her to the door, and after a quick hug, she disappears into the darkness of the stairwell.

I quickly close the door behind her and lean my back against it, squeezing my eyes tightly shut and concentrating on breathing in normal breaths. Again and again I replay the overheard phone call in my head, I analyze every word until a realization settles in my mind. A realization that squeezes the air out of my lungs for a short time and causes me to open my eyes all at once. "Wanda is part of the mafia."

#bucky imagine #bucky barnes #Mob boss bucky #mob bucky au #mob au #mob bucky x reader #mob bucky barnes

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project-rosewood-476 · 1 year ago

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Chapter 9/ New School New Me Or So I Thought

Hey everyone sorry for not posting this chapter for a little over a year and a half. I was working on it little by little but then I graduated and got a job at a nice restaurant as a line cook which takes up the majority of my time now a days. Also got a bf too and he takes up the other half of my time. Also working on getting a car and have to find an apartment by January or else I'd be kicked out of the housing that my restaurant provides. So things will be hectic for awhile. But when things slow down I'll get into the habit of writing and posting more.

Other than that here's Chapter 9

Summary: It's Tabbys and Toby's first day of school again. What was supposed to be a cakewalk turned into something more difficult than their used to. Not to mention Tabby has to face her fears and feelings and come face to face with an enemy of her past. Sometimes the past just won't leave you alone. Will she give up for good? Or will she try and try again?

TW: swearing, portraying of panic attacks

Portrations of some characters and the pocket belong to @creepypasta-shtick. Mapplehood Creek, Tabby and Horatio belong to me.

No one knows how long Tabby was asleep. She was asleep if she wasn’t caring for herself, picking a fight with Hoodie, or having brief interactions with Toby. That's all she seemed to do nowadays. They say that people who just got out of a horrible situation will sleep for a long time to begin healing because their bodies need it. Maybe that's what Tabby was doing.

Today was a new day, the day Tabby and Toby were supposed to go to this new school for the mission. Greengrove High, it was called. Toby was up and at em already; meanwhile, Hoodie would have to be the one to wake Tabby up, and he was not happy about it.

And Tabby was not happy about the way he did it.

“Hey, what the fuck was that for!” Tabby groaned, annoyed at the rude awakening, and the mattress flipped over and on her. “Boss said to wake you up, so I did. Get up; you have school today,” stated Hoodie coldly and simply, although amused that he was able to inconvenience her first thing in the morning mildly.

He gave her a condescending look before walking out of her room and closing the door behind him. As he walked out, Tabby gave him the finger before flopping back down for a few more precious minutes of sleep.

Everyone was already downstairs before she headed down. Toby was scarfing down a bowl of cereal. Masky was sitting at the kitchen table drinking his coffee while trying to chat with Hoodie, who was doing his best to ignore him while reading the paper. Everyone’s eyes landed on Tabby as she made her way down the last few steps, grumbling as she adjusted her clothes.

“Good morning, Tabby. Hoodie told me you had a..uh.. difficult time waking up,” Masky said slowly while Hoodie snickered unkindly as he turned the page in the paper.

That led Tabby to give him the dirtiest glare up to date thus far. She didn’t even bother to provide them with a response as she felt like they didn’t deserve her precious waste of breath. She went to make a cup of coffee for herself, too anxious to keep anything solid down. She made it to her liking before downing that, making herself a second cup, and sipping that one more slowly. “So, how are you feeling?” asked Masky, trying to break the awkward tension in the room. “Fucking miserable, thanks for asking,” answered Tabby into her cup as she was taking another sip.

“How are you feeling about starting school again?” asked Toby between bites of cereal.

“Don’t talk with your mouthful! It's fucking rude and disgusting!” snapped Hoodie.

Toby took a bigger bite and chewed more loudly and obnoxiously, causing the two to bicker back and forth before Masky had to step in.

“Guys, knock this shit off! It is 6:45 in the morning! I don’t need this shit first thing!” Masky said irritatedly.

Tabby chuckled at the fact that Hoodie was getting what he deserved and at Toby’s antics. A lot of people would find them annoying and obnoxious by now. But not her.

“Honestly, I’m anxious as fuck to the point where I’m nauseous. I haven’t been to public school in 8 years. I reek of Rosewood; I have a lot of Rosewood mannerisms. Not to mention I’ve been missing for about two to three weeks now, so people know what I look like and have been looking for me.” she looked pale.

“Oh, man…” she ran to the bathroom, holding her hand to her mouth to not let anything escape. You could hear her yakking up in there. Masky looked at Hoodie worriedly. Hoodie just rolled his eyes and looked back at him, annoyed, and Toby just stared down his food, having completely lost his appetite.

A few moments later, she came out and wiped her mouth on the sleeve of her jacket.

“Okay! Let's get this shit show on the road! Toby, let's go! We got a half-hour walk, and school starts at 7:47!” she said with an upbeat tone, trying to hype herself up. “Have a good day at school!” Masky gave a small wave with his hand.

“You’re not my dad! Don’t tell me what to do!” yelled Tabby as she was halfway out the door.

“I’m coming!” said Toby hurriedly as he shoved some more food in his mouth before running to catch up with the girl already out the door.

The door closed as Masky gave Hoodie another look of worry.

“You think they’ll be able to do this?”

“They better be.”

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Tabby was already a few feet ahead of Toby as he ran to catch up with her.

“You know where we’re going?” he asked, breathless.

“Of course I do. I know this town like the back of my hand. It's just a few blocks away from Rosewood Prep. It takes about 30 minutes or so from where we live. I used to walk to Rosewood from where I lived for eight years, which took about 20 minutes. We will pass the place on our way there. I know many escape routes underground and the back roads,” said Tabby, proud to show off her knowledge but also talking out of anxiety.

Toby nodded. He understood.

“Hey, will you be okay?”

Tabby just sighed and groaned.

“I can take care of myself just fine. I’ve been dealing with this anxiety for as long as I can remember. I promise you it won’t compromise the mission.”

Toby remained quiet for the rest of the walk, hearing her annoyed tone. Would he be bullied again? He would have no idea how to act around humans. He could stand up for himself but didn’t want to jeopardize the mission.

It wasn’t until they came across Rosewood and he felt a dark, suffocating energy overcome him that he was pulled out of his thoughts. He had never felt so uneasy and had the urge to fly so much before. Tabby, on the other hand, looked very relaxed. Like all of her stress and worries, it dissipated. It was good to be back in familiar territory again. Tabby stopped in front of the Rosewood gates and hung off the bars on the outside, looking in. She took a deep breath and let out a sigh of contentment.

“Hey, uh Tabby, I think we should get-” said Toby anxiously.

“You’re free to go ahead without me, and I’ll catch up with you. If not, I’d advise you to look around here.”

Reluctantly, Toby stood by Tabby, becoming an outsider looking in even though every instinct was begging him to run away from the place.

It was an old, ancient, and broad building. It would be charming if it didn’t have an eerie and sinister feel. You can tell by the way there was the smell of blood, despair, and stale death that accompanied all Rosewood people that some shit had gone down there and that there was a dark and rich history behind it. There were many fields and pathways—an old, dark academic vibe. Many students were in waves of reds, whites, blacks, and tans for the uniforms. They were all off in their respective groups. Instead of Rosewood society's usual hustle and bustle, they were quieter, skittish, and withdrawn.

“Did you hear about what happened to Tabby?”

“I heard she got done in by Horatio!”

“I heard she got did in with her group as well!”

“I heard she started the fires as a distraction and ran away, never looking back. Pulled a real Laura Nightingale there!”

“Guys, I think she's still out there! There’s no way she would just leave us like that! I believe she is still out there as our guardian angel, waiting for the right time to strike and put the wrongs to the right and exact her bloody revenge!” The students whispered and gossiped in their groups while Toby looked ready to bolt. Tabby had the devil's grin on her face.

“This is awesome; they think I’m dead! I’m an absolute legend here! I’m like the next Laura Nightingale!” giggled Tabby as she broke away from the bars of the gates and walked with more pep in her step and a more visibly relaxed posture.

Toby ran to catch up to her, thankful to leave the place.

In the back, somewhere, a dark-haired boy was prowling around the courtyard, doing his daily rounds of which kids would be his target next.

He thought it was good now that Tabby was gone for good since she hadn’t shown up for months. He finally won. He proved to be Rosewood’s Top leader, and the King of Rosewood has finally regained his tyrannical reign.

He thought that would make him happy.

But it didn’t. Quite the opposite, he was worried, no he was paranoid.

But why? Didn’t he get what he wanted? It’s not like Tabby has the mental and physical strength to fight him again, as proven by her cowardice to run.

Still, he didn’t like the rumors that were going around. Some better, some worse, and all greatly exaggerated from spectrum to spectrum. Pretty mixed reviews.

However, all rumors held to the same message.

Tabby will be back one way or another, and Karma will collect her dues.

No doubt that she’ll be getting him first.

That thought scared him to death.

He shook his head to get rid of the paranoid thoughts. No matter that, it was neither here nor there.

Besides, he had places to be.

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“Who is this Laura Nightingale?” he asked, finally catching up to her and catching his breath.

“She's kind of our folk hero and urban legend there! She went to Rosewood way back when it was Rosewood Asylum. She set up the foundations of our culture and society for what we know today! She fought against the tyranny and corruption of the asylum as best as she could with her group in hand. She was the leader of the Cult of St. Jude, which was like a resistance group somewhat. Some say she was the one who started the fire that ended the asylum days. Legend has it that she walked into the woods in the back of the property, never looking back and never to be seen again,” explained Tabby, excitedly happy to share her knowledge on the subject matter.

“Wait, you mean THE Laura? The one with all the tattoos who is like the cool aunt that you threw knives with?” asked Toby, speaking fast with the realization.

“Wait, you mean to tell me that the woman I threw knives with was THE Laura Nightingale? The legend in the flesh?”

“I mean, she came to the pocket about 30 years ago. They said that she came out from fire, brimstone, and ash, and the Slenderman had been watching her for some time and made her an offer she couldn’t refuse.”

Tabby looked at him in disbelief and embarrassment.

“So you mean to tell me the entire time I looked like an amateur idiot, I was talking to THE Laura Nightingale?”

Toby laughed.

“Yeah, I guess so.”

Tabby huffed, crossed her arms, and looked away.

“Well, now I feel embarrassed.”

“Don’t be. I’m sure at some point in the future, you can talk to her again and redeem yourself,” he chuckled as he moved past her. Tabby ran to keep up.

The rest of the walk there was uneventful and quiet, both mentally preparing themselves for the new school day. They finally got there, and both looked at the broadening stairs and doors before looking at each other.

“You ready?”

“Have no choice but to be.”

They gave each other a reassuring look before heading in.

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School proved to be a lot tougher than they thought it would be. They both struggled to fit in as they stuck out like sore thumbs. To each for different reasons. Toby was more of a social outcast. Being homeschooled all his life and being a proxy created more of the uncanny valley effect for the rest of humanity. They knew something was off about him that was dangerous and made people stay away. Plus, his school knowledge was abysmal compared to Tabby’s. Tabby had that sickly dark rosewood aura that accompanied all rosewood kids who went there. It's how they identified each other. The longer you’re away from the school, the less noticeable it is on top of her Rosewood mannerisms. Never speak unless spoken to. Not mingling with the other kids who had their own established groups. She sat prim and proper as all Rosewood children were taught to do when they stepped foot into the classroom. Not to mention, her academic prowess exceeded the rest of the children there. She looked at the other kids with pity as she rapid-fired answers to the questions. They wouldn’t survive an hour back at home. Tabby played her role as the teacher's pet well.

It wasn’t until lunch that things went downhill. It didn’t take long for Toby to use his awkward charm to make a few new friends. Which Tabby didn’t like and scowled at them. She spent her lunch alone with her head down in her hand, shoving food into her mouth to drown out her problems. She knew that socializing was a part of the mission, and he played the part well. But seeing Toby smiling and laughing with a small group of people, which consisted more of females, did something to her and nothing good. It made her blood boil and made her feel hurt and rejected. Did he not want to be around her anymore? Did he not like her? She admits that she could be mean and selfish, and bitchy and lacks empathy. It was tiring to be around that constantly could push anyone away. Why did she have to constantly push people away who even remotely get an inch closer to her? Why did she continue to do so? Why did it bother her so much that he was hanging out with other people? She wasn’t usually a jealous person. She believed in free will, and they both could choose to do whatever and whoever they wanted. It’s not like they were exclusively dating. Hell, they weren’t even friends!

Still, why did she feel so hurt by it?

Tabby sighed and shook her head, resting it on her arms. She supposes she’ll sleep her lunch away.

That was until she felt an eerie, dark, all too familiar presence enter the room. She opened one eye to see what all the whispering was about, and she almost had a damn near heart attack with her breath sucked in, and her eyes widened in fear and despair at the sight before her.

“No, it can’t be..” she begged in thought.

“Good afternoon, everyone! My name is Horatio Galloway, and I’ll be joining you briefly to get a feel for the student body here and see what changes I can do to make the school better,” he faked a laugh. However, it was a laugh that everyone bought as most kids were cheering and clapping along. He seemed to make eye contact with Tabby as he had a smug, triumphant smile, almost like he figured her out.

All except a handful of students who looked massively uncomfortable and Toby as he saw Tabby’s fear and distress and what seemed like a panic attack going on.

Tabby made a bolt for the cafeteria doors to the bathroom to hide, and Toby excused himself and followed suit.

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Toby quickly found Tabby as he could hear her vomiting and coughing through her sobs.

“Tabby..are you okay in there?” he called out cautiously as he knocked on the nearest girls' bathroom door.

Tabby vomited again before responding.

“No..” she said in between coughs.

Toby debated for a bit before deciding to come in. The bathroom was white and pinkish-red. And it smelled of perfume, flowers, and chemicals, with sinks lined up in a row and a big mirror stretching from one end of the wall to another. And to top it off, a white and pinkish red tile floor. Oh god, he hoped that there wasn’t anyone else in there... How embarrassing that would be? Still, he cared for Tabby despite what she thought; all of the embarrassment and shame was worth it. He recognized those dirty, beat-up Converse from anywhere.

“Tabby..Can I come in?” he said meekly.

“yeah ..” she weakly said and struggled to push herself up to unlock the stall before collapsing against the wall next to the toilet and sliding down.

Toby busted in there, and the sight of Tabby was heart-wrenching. She was a hiccuping mess between crying, vomiting, and hyperventilating. She was pale, and her eyes were red and puffy. She was taking quick, shallow breaths. Still hyperventilating but didn’t have the energy to. She looked at him, petrified, with her legs pulled up and her arms wrapped around herself in an attempt to make herself small and protected. Didn’t even care that he was in a girls' bathroom in a stall with her in it! Right now, she was vulnerable.

“H-hey, what happened?” he jerked his head hard to the left, almost banging it on the stall wall.

“He’s back…why is he back? What is he doing here? I thought I was safe..” she whispered, holding herself tighter to self-soothe.

“Was that the Horatio guy you were telling me about?” he whispered back as he yanked on his right ear.

Tabby nodded.

Toby sat up in realization as he put two and two together. Now, he had a face for the name, which was helpful to him.

“I thought I was safe here..I should have known better..” muttered Tabby in a defeated voice.

Tabby’s comment pulled him from his thoughts, and he hesitantly hugged the girl and pulled her close. He wasn’t exactly big on physical contact, but he could tell she needed it, and she didn’t pull away either. She only clung to him for dear life and buried her face into his chest as she inhaled his scent to calm down and hide away from the world in pitch black.

She knows she is safe with him even if Toby didn’t say it and probably never will until he dies.

Ironic, isn’t it?

It wasn’t until Toby gently pushed her off of him that she sat up, albeit visibly shaken, but doing much better now. She had that tired, slight smile on her.

“Do you wanna get out of here?” he asked, jerking his head again. Even though it was a tic, he was using it as a gesture to get out.

“Toby Rogers, are you suggesting we skip our first day of school and go home?” she playfully scolded.

“I mean, if that's what you want. Staying here for the rest of the day will probably make you much worse, y’know, seeing him again. And besides, we got three months to figure this -fuck- shit out. With us working together, we’ll do this mission in no time!” he said excitedly, trying to hype her up and reaching out his hand for her to grab it.

Tabby sat on the ground for a minute, contemplating. Sure, Tabby has skipped classes occasionally, but not the rest of the school day deliberately. However, it wasn’t a bad idea. Besides, if all of the other days will be like today, it’s probably best that she stop while ahead and try again tomorrow.

“Okay, sure,” she said as she broke into a complete smile, grabbed his forearm, and lifted herself.

“Awesome!”

With that, he grabbed her hand and practically ran out the door.

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softnoobgirl · 1 year ago

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Not really feeling it

A xenoblade chronicles 3 future redeemed fanfic

Set before future redeemed. Rex gives a depressed shulk a pep talk. aka rex becomes a therapist

Men talking about their emotions

Linka approached rex. " boss"

"Hmm what is it"

"Teach won't leave his room. We suspect something might be wrong. We've tried to talk to him but every time we knock on the door he yelled at us to go away

"I'll go check up on him myself. I might have an easier time with him then you guys."

"Thanks boss"

Rex knocked on the door to shulk's room. " shulk its me." There was no response. "Alright I'm coming in. Rex opened the door and walked into the room.

Shulk tossed in his bed and groaned into a pillow.

" well at least I know you aren't dead" Rex joked, trying to lighen the mood

Shulk replied with nothing but another groan

"Are you sick?"

Shulk let out a heavy sigh " no at least not physically."

Rex sat on the floor next to shulk's bed . Shulk gave a glare. "Alright what's wrong"

"Nothing I'm fine. "

"I can tell that's a lie ya know"

Shulk let out another small groan.

"Do you want to talk about it?"

Shulk remained silent.

You don't have to if you don't want to. But it might make you feel better. I'm not going to judge ya know"

After a few more seconds of slience Shulk responded "I guess I just feel homesick."

"Homesick huh. To be completely honest I kinda feel the same way." "But aren't we in collony 9"

"It's not the same. Everything is in ruins. None of the people I love are here."

"I see. I've never thought about it that way. Must be hard to see that stuff every day."

" its just a simulation anyway."

"Ya I suppose."

"But there is one thing I fear most of all."

"Hmm" Rex said

" what if we never escape here. What if we can never go back home." Tears started to well in his blue eyes. What of i never see fiora, or dunban, or anyone i love ever again."

"I see. That's what has gotten you so down isn't it?"

"Ya" he replied quietly

"Shulk you know that's not true"

" but what if it is"

"I promise you now you will get to go back to your proper home. You will see the ones you love again. You just have to stick with us alright?"

Shulk stayed silent for a second before drawing a heavy breath to reply " alright."

There was slience for a few seconds.

" is that all you want to talk about."

" for now yeah"

"Do you feel any better now?"

"Suprisringy yes"

" do you want me to tell the camp that you aren't doing well today so that they go easy on your.

After giving it some thought Shulk responded. " yes. That would be nice."

"Alright is there anything else you need?"

" no. Ill be ready to be with you guys in a few minutes. I just need some time."

" alright" the younger man said getting up. He started to walk twords the door before he got intrupted

"Rex"

" what is it?"

A faint smile crossed shulk's lips

" thank you"

#xenoblade chronicles #xenoblade chronicles 3 #xenoblade chronicles 3 fanfic #xenoblade chronicles future redeemed #xenoblade chronicles future redeemed fanfiction #xenoblade chronicles 1 spoilers #future redeemed spoilers #xenoblade chronicles fanfiction #men talking about their emotions #rex becomes a therapist

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jack-nasty · 2 years ago

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BBB Chapter 10 [2/2]:

"Hot Headed"

"I—h" He continues, regaining his voice. He talks steadily. "When has your concern ever been about anything other than Dad's money?" I cringe at the thought of us sharing a father. "Don't bring Dad into this." "Then what... Explain why you have a stick up your ass then. Don't lie to me and say Grillby's done something wrong because he's been around for a while and has been nothing but kind to you." "You've talked about Grillby more in the past five minutes than you have in the last few weeks combined! You're saying he's all that now that you have to defend him. But there was none of this glorification towards him till today. From what I've just seen it looks like all he does is boss you around." "Oh my GOD, Papyrus! Maybe you should take into consideration your inability to LISTEN to me! Never mind Grillby, you haven't heard about ANYTHING going on in my life because you just won't BOTHER with me. We haven't had an actual conversation in MONTHS because of your constant isolation! What do you have against me? How can you tell me this isn't about Dad and his money? I fear when you say it's not that because I can't come up with an explanation telling me otherwise." I see a water droplet follow down a trail made by previous tears as he yelled out to me. "I go to Grillby's to escape this hostility, Paps. I don't feel him judging me. Not like you do." He hides his face in his sleeve as he wipes away his tears. Does he actually mean all of this? Is this how he thinks I feel toward him? I need to tell him it's not true but I can't form a full sentence in my mind before I force myself to speak. "Sans—" I'm disrupted anyways. "No, I think I'll just leave. I can't hear this right now." He says this in a pained voice. How am I supposed to redeem myself if he won't listen to me speak? This blatant hypocrisy makes me forget about mercy. "Oh go ahead, run to your 'boyfriend' like usual, since you think he's SUCH a better listener. He only tells you what he wants you to hear, you know." I follow Sans as he turns away from me and opens the door. "Sucks! Maybe if I knew it was that easy to get in your pants, I'd 've—" SLAM. The door shuts in my face but I'm relieved it stopped wherever that sentence was going. I just had to hope Sans didn't hear it. I stand still for a moment, reflecting on what happened seconds before. Then I walk lifelessly to the couch and let the tears stream down my face as I think of the ones I caused him. No matter how much he may cry, he won't see me shed a tear. I consider him of such high stature, I'd never want my big brother to see me in a moment of weakness. When he cries it's admirable, it's meaningful, and it gives me the purpose of comfort and reassurment. When I cry it's embarrassing and undeserving. I have such a perfect life with my brother so I wouldn't want him to think otherwise. I don't show it, but I do love him. So much more than he could think.

#sans x grillby #grillby x sans #grillby undertale #undertale smut #undertale #fontcest #sans undertale #sans x papyrus #foncest #fanfic

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stardustdreams-andcaffeine · 2 years ago

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More | Bucky Barnes (Mob AU)

mob!bucky barnes x f!reader ✧ oneshot

Summary: You're the secretary to one of the most powerful mob bosses in the country, and that's what he was supposed to stay—your boss. The heart often has other plans. Now, you're in a race against time to save the life of James Barnes, the mob boss who has become so much more.

A/N: Longer one today, just as angsty as I'm used to. I write better with the more angst I do and you can't tell me any different. As always, let me know if you have any requests or comments because I love you all! Keep those dreams alive 🤍

Warnings: mob!bucky, vioence, angst, fluff throughout (because I'm really trying here), secretary!reader, mentions of past abuse in relationship, protective bucky

Word Count: 13,122

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I have to make it. I have to.

"Come on, come on, come on," I breathe out, drumming my nails nervously against my steering wheel and peering around the car in front of me.

He's not answering his phone. I have to make it in time.

I take my lip between my teeth, the anxiety in my chest only rising as each second ticks by. Finally I swear under my breath and swerve around the car before me, slamming the gas pedal to the floor. A chorus of honks rises around me but I don't care. All I know is that he's going to die.

My boss is going to die if I don't make it.

You may be wondering to yourself, how did a meagerly-paid secretary end up breaking traffic laws and nearly crashing her boss's brand new Tesla just to get to him in time? Why would I even bother? Why would his life be in danger in the first place?

Well, to understand that, I'm going to have to take you back to where my life of crime began.

If my mother ever heard I had a life of crime, she'd kill me herself, so let's keep this one between us.

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2 Years Prior

"I'm sorry sir, but you don't have an appointment and Mr. Barnes is full for today," I repeat, quickly losing my ever-bearing patience with the brash business man before me.

His eyes dart around my desk and to the office of my boss, CEO James Barnes. I've only worked here for a few months and yet being his personal secretary is proving more difficult than I imagined.

"Look sweetheart, just let me through and I won't take but a few minutes of his time," the man pushes, not even sparing me a glance as he walks around my desk. I shoot to my feet and step in his way, not hearing the office door open behind me.

"You can either see yourself out, or I can have someone help you. Either way, sir, you're not seeing Mr. Barnes today." I assert, my heart pounding and blood boiling in indignation.

If there's one thing I've learned in my time working in Corporate America, it's that most rich and powerful men think they're so far above the rest of the world that they're entitled to open doors wherever they go. Thankfully, my boss is one of the better ones.

Definitely better than this tool in front of me. I almost scoff in disbelief when the man goes to step around me again.

"You don't scare me, sweetheart. I'm just gonna-"

I step directly in front of his path, my eyes flashing with anger.

"Either you leave right now, or I'll personally make sure you'll never get a time slot with my boss. And it's Ms. Y/L/N, not sweetheart" I grit out, standing my ground and leveling my glare at the man.

"Who do you think you-"

I feel the warmth of his presence before he even says a word.

"Do you feel a need for career-suicide, or are you just incompetent?" A dark, rough voice sounds behind me, cutting off the business man.

As my boss steps beside me, the heat of his presence washes over me and I don't even need to look over to know that his menacing face is on display. I can see it's impact in the business man's sudden desire to leave.

"Uh, I-I am so sorry sir. I'll be on my way."

As he scurries to the elevator, I feel my cheeks heat as I look over at James. His dark hair is cut short but is left long enough to be perfectly messy. His bright blue eyes are already piercing into my exhausted ones.

"Sorry for the commotion, sir. I'll try to handle them quicker next time," I start, but my nerves are lessened by the slightly impressed look upon James' features.

"I've never seen you get angry before," my boss notes, making more heat crawl up my neck.

"Yeah well, I used to let everyone use me as their doormat, but I don't let people walk all over me anymore." I respond with half of a laugh. He hums at that, his eyes trained on me.

I break the contact first, turning around suddenly to my desk to avoid the way his eyes seem to burn the air between us to nothing.

"Miss Y/L/N, can I have a word with you in my office?" He speaks again after a few agonizing moments of silence. My hands freeze and I slowly turn around to find his gaze inquisitive.

"Of course, boss" I reply, clasping my hands together to hide the way they tremble slightly. James Barnes is quite possibly the most terrifying person I've ever met, and yet the more time I spend in this job the less he scares me.

When follow his gesture to walk before him to his office, he slips his hand to the small of my back as I enter and I swear my skin sets on fire. I hurry away from his touch and into a chair as fast as I can. There's a slight hint of amusement upon his features as he settles back in his massive chair, eying me from across the desk.

"Is...is everything alright, sir?" I question after a minute of the thick silence. He sits straighter at this, leaning his forearms on his desk and clasping his hands together.

"Do you have a criminal record, Miss Y/L/N?"

His question startles me so much that it takes me a moment to respond.

"I'm...sorry?" I question, not understanding where this is going.

"Anything at all," James continues as if I didn't say a word, "Petty theft, aggravated assault, murder-"

"Sir I definitely don't have a criminal record," I cut in, my heart beginning to increase in speed. James nods, his blue eyes pinning me to the spot.

"Good, that makes you unsuspecting," he states, only heightening my confusion, "In order for you to be of best use, not to mention safe, it's best if you know exactly what it is that I do."

I sit completely dumbstruck and left with no response at all. My mouth opens and closes as I search for words, but I can't seem to find any.

"You've got a backbone and you're an honest, hard worker. That, you've proven. And, against my better judgement," Barnes pauses, his gaze taking on a somewhat softer, almost vulnerable gaze, "I trust you, Y/N."

My heart leaps into my throat and something stirs within me when he says that...that word. Y/N. My name. He said my name for the first time since he hired me. I don't know why it has such an effect on me, but it does.

Before I can stop myself, I blurt "I trust you too."

I do? When did I make that decision? And why did I just say it out loud?

Something in my boss's face shifts at my words, but he masks it with his usual cool, calm demeanor. He sits again in silence for a moment, taking in me and my response before he nods.

"The business I run is more lucrative than what the surface shows. I need someone on my side on the surface level, an associate who can assist me in matters at this office."

"This office?" I repeat, my brows furrowing together as my heart begins to race again. What does he mean by lucrative? And why is there excitement bubbling in my gut?

What he says next would change my life forever.

"I'm the White Wolf, Y/N." my boss's low voice rumbles, his eyes bright and clear, "I'm the-"

"King of organized crime, ruler of the New York mob," I interrupt, my eyes wide and my entire being not comprehending what's happening. I should leave. I should quit this job and call the police and leave. I should be terrified. But there's something in those eyes...

What I say next would start that life of crime I mentioned earlier, and quite frankly I still don't fully understand where it came from within me.

"Sure," I simply say, and the shock that splays on James' face must mirror my own.

"Sure as in..." he trails off, waiting for me to elaborate and clarify what we both know I mean. I swallow down my nerves and go with the decision my entire head is screaming against but my entire gut yells louder for.

"I'm in," I say, this time with more confidence, "Like I said before, I trust you. And I get the feeling you'd kill me if I said no."

Humor traipses across his features as he sits back in his chair in surprise. He plays with the ring in his finger, nodding slightly to me.

"That went better than planned," he murmurs, and I don't know why but I feel like smiling. My entire body is buzzing and my head is swimming, but something deep inside of me is waking up.

I've been walked all over my entire life. That's just the way it's been. I didn't know the difference between being nice and being a doormat for people's convenience until I was well into my life. As much as I hate to admit it, there's something about James Barnes that I trust, there has been since the day I met him. I felt it pull deep in my soul and now, knowing what he does and who he is...

It's time I control my fate, time that I grab my destiny and force it into motion. It's time that I stop letting people walk all over me and be the person who has a voice and a say and...and power. I've heard of the White Wolf as long as he's been around. He may be ruthless but he is not cruel. He's always looked out for the city, taken the scum off the streets and done the things the politicians refuse to. I trust James. And something deep within me is shouting that this is right, that this my destiny, that this is the strings of fate pulling.

And I know when to listen.

"Welcome, Ms. Y/L/N," James announces, standing and keeping his gaze burning down on mine, "To the real business."

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Seven months later.

One night, about seven months after the conversation that absolutely changed my life, I'm working overtime in the office.

My hands are dug into my hair and my eyes droop closed. I release my hold on my hair to knock back the last of an energy drink, but the liquid has little effect. I desperately read through the computer screen, hoping to solve the legal entanglement before me.

James informed me when I came into work this morning that some over-righteous beat-cop was looking too much into the business we hide behind our Property Management company. I've been here all day long trying to figure out how to file all the necessary forms to make this disappear and seem a joke. That's taken longer than I expected, though, and at nearly midnight, James and I are still here working.

"God, this is awful," I groan, dropping my head to rest on my arms upon my desk, my forehead seeping in the cool of the wood. I hear my boss's office door open but don't even bother moving. Eventually, a soft laugh sounds that makes me drag my head up and look over to its origin.

"You look absolutely pitiful" James comments, his tired eyes dancing with a humor that seeps into my own features slowly. A small smile tugs at my lips as I sit up fully.

"Thanks, that's what I was going for," I quip sarcastically.

He coughs out a laugh that makes my chest tighten slightly and some of the exhaustion part. Over the months working for the White Wolf of crime, we've become...friends. Well, as close to friends as a mob boss and his secretary can get.

"Come on, let's take a break. We've been at this for too long, I don't even know how you can think straight," James mentions. I shake my head, blinking a few times before turning back to the computer screen.

"No, I've almost got this loophole figured out and we'll be golden if I can just-" I'm cut off abruptly by a strong, calloused hand gently gripping my chin and turning it up so I'm looking at James. My heart gallops suddenly and it takes every ounce of strength to keep my composure against the charge coursing through me.

"Y/N, take a break," he mumbles so soft that a shiver runs down my spine. We stay locked like that for a moment until I nod and pull myself out of his grip by standing.

"Alright" I murmur, breaking the tense, charged moment by pointing a finger at him.

"But if you bring out alcohol on the job, so help me James Barnes I'll turn you in to the police myself," I threaten emptily. He laughs genuinely this time, and it warms my spirit.

"Come on, doll. I've got an idea" he urges, walking out to the massive open save before my desk. I eye him warily and step to it, hoping that the sudden skittering and tripping of my heart at that nickname doesn't show. He's never called me anything but my name, before. Now, it's almost too easy to forget that I work for him.

"You might wanna take your heels off," he suggests, which only heightens my confusion. Nonetheless, I slip the footwear off and walk barefoot in my pant suit to my boss.

"Should I be concerned?" I ask, bringing another humored glint to those beautiful steel eyes.

"No," Barnes says simply, my eyes darting to his forearms as he rolls up the sleeves of his button-up, "I've actually been meaning to do this for a while. You're working for me in a very dangerous business, and although your involvement is kept a secret, I want you to be able to defend yourself if anything goes wrong."

His words settle over me heavily as I shrug my close-tailored suit jacket off and lay it on my desk. This is actually a smart idea. I sure don't want to be helpless should the time come and, lets be honest, it inevitably will.

"Okay," I reply, walking warily in front of my boss who's practically made of muscle, "Teach me."

Something dark floods his eyes that he blinks away quickly before holding his hands up in a fighting position, gesturing for me to do so. I oblige, putting my fists up in the best way I can. He walks over to me, slowly taking a few steps around my body to inspect my stance.

"Not bad," Barnes announces before stepping close to my side and placing those large hands against my torso and turning it slightly, "There, like that you can use the power you have against someone who might have a lot more than you."

His touch muddles my mind and I can't help but feel that his burning hands linger for a second longer than necessary before he steps away and back in front of me. Even as he does, I instantly feel like I'm missing something without his warmth. It's been that way since I began working here, though. Every little touch here and there has gotten me irrevocably addicted to the feel of him.

I'm so startled by the thought that it almost shows on my face. That train of thinking is...is highly unprofessional.

"Now, punch me" he orders. I hesitate, but don't lower my fists.

That's also unprofessional, and yet look at us.

"Are you sure?" I ask, and he simply nods. I shrug, "Alright then."

I throw the best punch I've got, but he dodges it easily and grabs my fist in his hand. Before I know what's happening, his leg hooks around my vulnerable one that I stepped with and he throws the momentum of my punch back at me so that I crash to the ground. I know that if he'd done that little move fully my back would've slammed into the ground along with my skull. Instead, he follows me to the ground and wraps an arm around my waist, breaking my fall and easing me to the ground as he hovers above me.

I know he means to say something, but words must die for him too when the all too small space between our bodies is realized. I can barely breathe and it's as if time itself has stopped. I watch his fingers flex on the floor by my head, almost as if he's going to reach out to me but chooses against it. All too soon, the moment is broken when James stands and extends a hand down to me. I take it and let him pull me up to standing, disappointment and relief mingling in my stomach.

"That move can save your life, especially against someone bigger than you." James says, a little bit more distantly than he was before.

I thank him quietly and watch him clear his throat and walk back to his office. He pauses when he reaches the door and looks back over at me.

"Y/N, I want you home in an hour tops." He orders. I nod, still slightly breathless.

"And if I stay longer?" I taunt, not even knowing where the words come from. He tilts his head at me, a challenging gaze taking over.

"Then I'll throw you over my shoulder and walk you out myself."

I almost think he means it from the mischief lingering in his gaze.

Sure enough, I go home an hour later.

|||

Five months later

It wasn't until about a year after I joined in on the mob business that I realized how well I was beginning to know James.

And how much more he was becoming to me.

"Y/N, can you get me-"

I cut off my boss by setting down two steaming coffee cups.

"Two triple espressos with low fat cream," I announce, before fishing the folder out from underneath my arm and setting it on the desk before him, "And the monthly finance report. The guys in finance weren't finished when I came by yesterday, so I made sure they had it done for this morning's meeting."

James stares up at me in shock for a moment. That shock is still lingering when he says, "And the meeting schedule?"

"Already in your computer, I emailed it to you last night. I also sent it out to everyone who's coming and made sure to tell Mr. Martinelli 10:30 instead of 11:00 so he arrives on time." I respond, clasping my hands before me and giving my boss a light smile.

"Oh," I exclaim, turning around suddenly and picking up the package I left by his door, "And this gift basket came with a heartfelt apology from Mr. Lankov. It did have an assortment of toffee-filled chocolates which I went ahead and removed for you."

Mr. Barnes reaches over and slides the basket I set down on his desk towards himself before looking up at me. He looks almost impressed, which is high praise enough.

"Will that be all, Mr. Barnes?" I ask when he just stares at me for another minute. I feel my entire body burning under his gaze and, as usual, the air is thick and palpable whenever we're in a room alone. His gaze hardens again into the cold, meticulous mob boss he is and he nods once

"That'll be all, thank you Ms. Y/L/N."

I nod and turn to walk out only to be stopped by his voice calling out to me again.

"Y/N?" James announces, making me turn to him again. I don't know what I expect him to say, but it certainly isn't what comes from him, "I think you are too close of a friend to be calling me James and Mr. Barnes by now."

My heart stutters, but I keep the emotion that surges from his words from splaying all across my face. He considers me a close friend, not just his secretary. When did it ever become more?

When did I ever convince myself it wasn't more.

"What would you like me to call you?" I ask, and the question seems all too formal. The corner of his lips tug up and the movement makes my stomach flip.

"Most of the people closest to me just call me Bucky," he informs, and a rush thrills my entire body as I nod and try to keep my smile small.

"If you need anything else let me know, Bucky." I reply, and something darkens in his gaze.

I'm frozen for another moment, his stare binding me to where I am. Phantom electricity skitters across my limbs and I realize how much I have to restrain myself from walking closer to him. It's almost as if he's the Earth and I'm the moon, caught in his gravity and unable to pull away, All at once I come to my senses and leave his office quicker than usual. I make sure the door is shut behind me before I press my back up against the cool surface.

My heart is pounding in my chest. That was too personal, that was all too personal and wildly unprofessional. Nothing that was said was but the way he looked at me, the way I melted in my spot at that gaze. It was all consuming, and I didn't think I could breathe in that room. He's a mob boss, my mob boss, and I'm his secretary. James...Bucky is naturally a brooding, intense sort of person so the way he looked at me wasn't unusual. The way my entire being reacted was.

And he's so much more than my boss, no matter how much I may try to ignore it.

As the day goes by, I try to rationalize it all. In the end, I know everything there is to know about him—what he likes and dislikes, his routines, his daily patterns. It's my job to, but he doesn't know that about me.

If he did he'd know that today is my...

I think that same thing over and over to comfort myself that everything is normal and okay, but it only just makes a part of me sink. It's almost as if the thought that I'm not more to him has the potential to break me.

You can only be broken by things that hold you.

I'm jarred from that thought when Bucky's voice sounds over my business phone speaker.

"Y/N, my office" He says simply, his voice holding that natural authority and sharp edge that it usually has.

I get up and am walking into his office moments later. Once I'm inside, I take notice that Bucky's hard at work on some document before him and doesn't even spare me a glance until the door clicks shut behind me. At this sound, he looks up and sets down his pen. He stands slowly and adjusts the cuffs of his suit jacket. That small movement sends my entire body into a downward spiral.

"You tried to hide something from me, Y/N," Bucky rumbles, and my stomach hits the floor.

I did? What did I try to hide?

"Sir, I'm not entirely sure what-"

My word die out as he stalks around his desk and up to me. My entire body is trembling, but not from fear, when he stops before me and stares at me so deeply that I feel like he's taken my heart straight from my chest with his bare hands. I'm not so sure he hasn't.

"It was a valiant effort, really," he muses, and I still have no idea what he's talking about, "But even if I only know you half as well as you know me, there was no way you could've hidden it."

My brows are furrowed when he finally reaches into his suit pocket and pulls out an envelope.

"Happy birthday, Y/N," My boss whispers, and the moment feels all too intimate as he hands me the envelope.

He knew it was my birthday. That thought sends a thrill through me that I wish I could forget. I look down at the envelope and back up at Bucky who stares at me with the hint of a genuine smile on his lips.

"You didn't have to..." I whisper, but he gives me a 'really' sort of look.

"You do everything for me, and I'm pretty sure my world would fall apart without you. Now open it."

That only makes my heart race harder and I can't keep away my smile as I open the envelope. Everything seems to fade away when I pull out what's inside. There's no card, just a single slip of paper. When I flip that paper over, I realize that I'm in love with him.

Because it's a round-trip ticket to Kinsale, Ireland. A place I mentioned only once months ago that I've always wanted to go to.

I look up at him, my eyes wide and already filling with tears that I refuse to let go.

"How did you know?" I breathe.

"You said it was one of your dreams to go, and it's hard to forget when you speak about something so passionately." Bucky's reply softer than I've ever heard him be.

I've seen him kill people, torture criminals, and threaten politicians. I've seen him command his mob and rule with certainty and ruthlessness. And yet here he is, giving me one of my dreams because I mentioned it once.

I love him. I know it then, and I don't think I'll ever escape it. I've loved before, but never has it felt like this. This is encompassing and devouring and scary. It's real and deep and world-shifting. How much in love I realize I am with him is the kind of love I never thought I'd get. And yet...

I know it's unprofessional, but I can't stop from stepping forward and getting on my tip toes to wrap my arms around his neck in a sudden hug. He freezes, and for a moment I wonder how long it's been since he's been hugged. Bucky gives in almost instantly and wraps his strong arms around my torso, tugging me closer to him. I decide in this moment that this is my favorite place to be. Kinsale might have been one of my dream places, but this, in his arms, has just as quickly topped the list.

All too quickly I realize the intimacy of this position and pull away, no matter how much it leaves me feeling cold and alone.

"Thank you," I whisper, clearing my throat and taking a step back, "No one's ever done anything like this for me before."

Bucky just stares at me with that all-encompassing gaze.

"Then they're all idiots," he murmurs, and my traitorous heart surges again.

This man is my boss. He's the most powerful person in this city and the last thing he'll do is care about someone as powerless as me. And yet...and yet, and yet, and yet. I can't stop.

|||

Eleven months later.

Eleven months later and I'm still just as totally screwed.

I can't stop the feelings that bubble through me, that take me over and encompass everything I am and hoped I could escape. I tried convincing myself he was nothing, tried to fall for someone else, anyone else, but I can't.

James Bucky Barnes is intoxicating in the most wonderful and awful way. And I can't quit him.

That's why I'm here at Angel's Fall, the bar every corporate associate and beat cop or detective in our slice of town finds themselves at after work. I haven't been in a while, not much liking the smell or taste of alcohol, but after spending nearly ten straight hours with Bucky that serve as a reminder that I'll never have him, I needed to take the edge off.

"Anything else I can get for you, babes?" The bartender asks as she takes a stop in front of me, giving me a friendly smile. I return the gesture and let out a long sigh, finishing out the last of my whiskey sour.

"Scotch, straight," I request, giving her a tired smile, "Thanks."

"Sure thing," she replies, instantly beginning to make my drink, "You seem like you've had a long day."

I scoff, running a hand through the hair that I freed from my low bun, "Long few months."

"That bad, huh? Well I'll keep these going till you say when, sweetie," she replies, sliding my drink to me. I give her another quiet thanks before she leaves to her job.

"Y/N? Y/N is that you?"

I furrow my brows, not putting the voice to a face. I turn towards the sound of the man to find him standing beside me. Once my eyes land on his features, my entire being runs cold. Instantly what little alcohol I had in my system sobers out and my blood freezes in my veins. It's as if I've been dunked in ice water and I find it hard to draw in breath.

"Ian. It's been ages" I comment, my voice thankfully not trembling like I expected it to be. Ian laughs before me, leaning on the bar and drinking me in with his eyes. I squirm under his gaze, which only serves to make me uncomfortable.

"Damn right," he comments, smirking at me lazily with that smile that wrecked my life nearly three years ago, "I've missed you, baby."

I bristle at the nickname, my heart flinching even if my body doesn't. I know he's probably missed me, I had to move to a new state to escape him the first time. I thought I'd done good, too. I'd gotten settled here for a while and then worked my way up to a job at Bucky's company. The past almost two years in Bucky's business have been so good for me that I almost forgot my life before it, the reason why I was so ready to take on the life of organized crime.

The reason stands before me, proof that our demons never die. They just hide away until we're vulnerable again.

"What are you doing in New York?" I ask, trying to make polite small talk and avoid the obvious elephant in the room.

The elephant being that the last time I saw him, I smashed a lamp over his head before I scrambled out of his apartment and to the nearest cab that whisked me far far away, leaving behind all of my belongings except for a wad of twenties and my cellphone.

"I got a transfer to a firm a few blocks from here not too long ago. God, you look great Y/N," Ian averts. He says my name again, almost as if he can't believe I'm standing before him. I nod, wringing my wrists and shoving my forgotten drink away from me.

"That's great, Ian." I keep it simple, knowing that if I talk too much I'll lose myself again. I spend my mental energy searching the thickening crowd of people for a way out. I even consider signaling the bartender that I need an escape.

I'm barred from my thoughts when his hand, a hand I'll never forget, skims over my arm. I jerk my attention back to him, ripping my arm away from him as fast as I can and taking a step back.

"Woah, calm down baby. No need to be so jumpy" Ian placates, that same easy, manipulative smile that would bring me crawling right back to him every time stretching across his features. It makes my blood turn to ice and my stomach roil.

"Do not touch me," I command, surprised at the strength in my tone. It's a strength I didn't have before I got this job, "You lost that right long ago."

Ian's shock is not easily hidden. He realizes in that instant that I'm not the same girl I was three years ago when he broke me and used me and ruled my emotions. I've grown and gotten stronger because someone saw the potential in me to handle power with ease, to be a part of something bigger and stronger than anything I'd been in before. It may shatter me to be around Bucky every day, but he still saved my life in ways he'll never know.

I used to see the world as good and evil, black and white. Now, after my work in the mafia, I know it's gray. There's evil in the good and good in the evil. No one is ever truly both, and sometimes the ones you think are the villains are truly the heroes.

"I-" Ian cuts himself off with a surprised laugh, his eyes incredulous upon me, "I'm sorry, when did you convince yourself of that lie?"

"What lie?" I grit out, and I almost slap myself for indulging him. I'm quickly unhinging, though, and I know that if I stay in this conversation much longer I'll break back into a remnant of who I was. I try to swallow my bile at the thought. I refuse to do that.

"The lie that you're strong. The lie that you can survive in your own, the lie that you'll be anything or anyone without me," Ian seethes, his words sickly sweet like unsuspecting poison. His words cut me so deep that I almost shatter right there as old wounds I thought had scarred over rip open. Instead, I remind myself of the strength and control I've garnered these last two years working for Bucky Barnes.

And then I slap my ex so hard across the face that my hand stings.

"I am not some helpless little girl that's still in love with you," I grit out, my tone sharper than I've ever heard it before, "You broke me once, you are not going to do it again."

His shocked eyes are so wide upon me that I almost don't register his hand raising to strike me back until my head whips hard to the side and pain explodes across my cheek. When I snap my gaze back to him, my eyes brimming with tears of rage and instability, I see him open his mouth to say something. His words don't make it out.

Not before the crowd of patrons splits and a hand closes around Ian's throat so fast and with such force that his back is slammed into the bar.

Oh, I must've forgotten to mention this before. The Angel's Fall is one of the bars the White Wolf owns.

And here the wolf is himself.

I'm so shocked by Bucky's sudden intrusion that I'm left speechless as his grip tightens on Ian's throat and he brings his face that's flooded with an icy rage close to Ian's clearly terrified one. No one lifts a finger to protest or stop my boss, because they all know who this place belongs to.

"You touch her again and I'll kill you," Bucky growls lowly, and Ian is smart enough to believe him as he nods quickly.

Something warm and bright twists in my chest at his words, even when I know any normal person would be screaming or calling the cops. I've never seen Bucky like this before, not about me at least. About his business, sure. But not me.

"When I let go, you're going to leave this bar and this city," my boss commands, his tone leaving no room for negotiation, "If I ever see you again, I will not hesitate to slit your throat."

Ian whimpers, a sound that I hadn't realized would bring me so much wicked joy, a sound that satisfies the thirst for vengeance that I hadn't even realized I held.

"Now, thank me for my mercy and apologize to Ms. Y/L/N," Bucky orders, his grip loosening enough on Ian's airways to let him gasp out the commanded words.

Once he does, Bucky lets him go. His hand isn't off of Ian's neck for two seconds before my ex-boyfriend is scurrying out of the bar. The noises resume as usual, everyone carrying on as if a man's life was not just threatened. Bucky turns his gaze, still filled with that icy rage, towards me and it softens in a way that melts me.

"Are you okay?" He asks.

I avoid the question completely, hoping he'll forget to inquire about it again.

"Thanks for that," I manage out, ignoring the burning of my now very tender cheek, "I honestly thought I had it under control but then I just had to go and slap him."

"That gives him no right to lay a hand on you," Bucky asserts, taking a step closer to me and running a gentle, calloused hand over my hurt cheek. The simple motion sends electricity surging through my entire body and I somehow feel empty when he clenches his jaw and drops his hand.

"You didn't answer my question. Are you okay?" Bucky asks again, not taking a step back.

My heart is pounding and my body is overrun with so many different emotions that I don't know what to focus on or how to stop it all. I may be looking directly into those steel blue eyes, but I'm miles and years away. Memories of Ian and a version of me I often try to forget flash through my mind and I can't stop them.

"Who said you could parade yourself around like a whore when you are mine?" Ian growls out, making me flinch back and wrap an arm around my torso.

"I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean to-"

My head whips to the side with the force of his hand. The sting sets in with the silence for a few moments, suffocating me and drowning me in my own pain. Then I hear him sigh and walk up to me, his hands now gentle as he turns my face up to his.

"Baby, I'm sorry. I'm so so sorry, baby. I didn't mean to do that, can you forgive me?" His words are sweet and his eyes genuinely sad. I look up at him warily and almost pull away when that breathtaking smile tugs onto his lips.

"For me, baby? I promise I'll never lay a hand on you again. I don't deserve you"

"Okay" I whisper, letting him kiss my lips and then the cheek that he'd hit again and again and again and as long as I'd keep forgiving him.

I don't even realize I'm not at the bar anymore until there's a soft click of a door behind me and I register a warm, strong hand encasing my own as Bucky leads me into what looks to be an office in the back of the bar.

I hadn't even realized I'd zoned out. I haven't done that in...in a very long time.

He lets go of my hand only to capture my face in his surprisingly gentle hold. When my eyes meet his, everything seems to quiet in the blue of his irises. Still, my mind is aching to send me back to three years ago, to broken bottles and shattered hearts patched with false kisses and pretty words.

"You're safe," Bucky assures, his face softer than I've ever seen it, "You're safe and you're here. I don't know where you went just now but I need you to come back to me, okay?"

Bucky's soothing voice brings me back to reality and grounds me to the moment until all that's left is this room and him and me.

"That's it, there you go, doll. Stay right here with me," he breathes, making my heart flutter. We stand in silence like that for a few moments that stretch for eternity, with his thumbs running across my cheeks until the consciousness returns to my gaze.

"You gonna tell me what happened?" Bucky asks, taking a step back and pulling his hands from my face. I almost make a noise of protest at the loss of contact, but stop myself. Instead, I just shrug.

"It was nothing, really. Just an ex of mine who doesn't know boundaries," I respond, but I can tell that he doesn't buy a word of it.

Bucky takes a slow step towards me again. This time when I tilt my head up to keep his gaze, something tender and almost tangible crackles in the air between us, tugging and pulling and yanking us together. In the steel of his eyes is a dichotomy of emotions, ranging from a breaking softness to a stifled rage that I don't think is directed at me. It sends shivers racing down my spine.

"Y/N," he starts, and my knees almost turn weak at that one utterance, "I think you're not telling me because you know what I'll do. But I need you to understand something before you leave this room and we go back to our daily routine."

One of his hands hooks under my chin, and his thumb grazes ever so lightly over my lip and so swiftly that I almost think I imagined it.

"I don't care who I have to kill or what I have to do. I will do anything if it means protecting you. Anything." He vows, that rage still lit in his eyes. But when I look closer, it seems to be fueled by something so much deeper, so much richer.

I don't know why the words slip past my lips but it does before my mind can stop them.

"Ian manipulated me for years," my voice is trembling and unsure and so unlike every other time I've spoken with him, "He'd use me as his punching bag and then cry on his knees for me. I was stupid then, I always came crawling back. It wasn't until this job that I learned to stand up for myself."

Bucky's entire body is as rigid as a board and I know that look in his eyes. It's the look that appears when he grows unhinged and closer to losing himself to the rage and carnal violence. His jaw clenches and he seems to compose himself.

"What do you want me to do to him?"

It's a simple question, but in his eyes I can see what Bucky wants to do. I can see it as clear as day and it sets my entire being on fire. I choke up, though, because as much as I want to open my mouth and ask for him to kill him, I can't seem to. He sees my hesitancy and nods, taking a step back from me and adjusting his suit.

"Just let me know, Y/N," Bucky states, sounding more professional again as he turns and heads towards his office door.

A sudden sense of urgency overtakes me and I dart forward, grabbing a gentle but insistent hold of his arm that makes Bucky freeze and turn back to me. His arm is in my grasp and I realize that I'm holding on to it for a sense of stability as I try to get the words out. I think he realizes it too because Bucky lets me hold his arm, his eyes boring into mine and that professionalism dropping for a moment. I open my mouth, but close it again, my entire being trembling as flashes of every horror I endured with Ian overtake me.

"I want him gone," I finally manage out, my voice barely more than a whisper, "Please,"

Bucky's eyes search my face for a moment before a certain softness overtakes his gaze. I can see in his eyes that he knows exactly what I mean, even if I can't say the words out loud. He pulls his arm from my grasp only to take a hold of my hand and bring it to his lips. My heart nearly explodes from my chest when he places a kiss to the top of my hand. My skin is ignited where his lips touched it and I almost can't think straight.

God, I'm so in love him. I love him so much it hurts.

"Done." Bucky vows, his eyes never leaving mine.

Ian's mutilated body turned up in an alleyway the next morning.

|||

Two weeks later

I don't know how everything could have gone so wrong only a few weeks later. It all just happened so fast.

"Yes sir, the catering should arrive about 7:00 pm...yes sir, thank you sir. See you then,"

Once the phone is hung up, I take the pen from behind my ear and check off the catering company from my list of gala preparations. In just a few days, the company is going to be holding its annual Employee and Beneficiary Gala. My last few days have been consumed with making sure it runs seamlessly.

"Excuse me, miss. I have a 3:15 with Mr. Barnes." A man's voice I don't recognize calls out to me.

I look up from my paper, smiling warm at the business man who stands before me. My smile falls slightly when I see that he doesn't seem all too happy at the moment, but I set it aside.

"Yes, Mr..." I pause, looking over at my computer screen and scanning for his name, "Stark?"

"That's me." Mr. Stark responds.

"Alright. I'll let Mr. Barnes know that you're here and you should be right in," I inform, giving the man a polite nod before calling Bucky. While I inform him that his appointment is here, I can't help the uneasiness in my chest at Mr. Stark's grave expression.

"You can go on in," I inform once I get off the phone, giving the man a quick smile before turning back to my work, my entire being crawling for some reason.

The meeting's normal for the first few minutes, but pretty quickly their voices begin to raise.

"You need to be careful, Barnes! Pierce and his men are looking for any in to attack our organization."

Alexander Pierce, that's the boss of Bucky's largest rival—Hydra.

"Trust me, Stark. I am careful and perfectly capable of taking care of my business." Bucky grits back. I lift my hands off my keyboard, my attention slipping to listening to the words.

"No, you're not, you're being reckless. You're getting too close and you know it! She is a weakness!" Stark practically shouts. I hear a sudden screech of chair legs on the floor and a brief silence.

Whatever is said next is too hushed for me to hear, but I'm able to catch the last few words.

"I'll take care of it. You know I will," Bucky says, and the office door opens.

"I know you will, buddy. I just needed to get you there," Stark replies, shaking Bucky's hand before turning and walking past my desk without so much of a glance.

"Have a nice day to you too," I whisper beneath my breath.

"Ms. Y/L/N, my office" Bucky says abruptly from his office. His tone seems...almost cold, unfeeling. And he called me Ms. Y/L/N.

With furrowed brows, I get up and make my way into his office, closing the door behind me per his request. I settle down in one of the chairs before his massive desk, an inexplicable worry washing over me. Nonetheless, I ignore the feeling and carry on as normal. Thinking this to be one of the many previous briefings we've had on the gala, I begin to give him my report.

"The catering company is all set for Saturday as is the decorating committee and half-orchestra. All that's left is to-"

"I'm letting you go." Bucky interrupts suddenly, his voice so nonchalant and his gaze so flippantly down on the papers before him that I almost don't register his words.

As in...he's...firing me?

"I'm...sorry?" I question, to which his jaw clenches tightly.

"You are formerly fired, Ms. Y/L/N. Effective immediately," Bucky clarifies, and it feels as though the floor's been ripped out from underneath me.

I can barely breathe let alone hear over the sudden roaring in my ears. He's firing me, after all this time?

"Bucky, I don't-"

"Sir," he interrupts, finally snapping his gaze up to mine. His tone and glare are so ferocious that I almost think he'll pull a gun on me anytime soon.

That one simple correction makes my heart shatter. He hasn't been 'sir' in I don't even know how long. And the way he's looking at me right now...it's almost like he couldn't loathe anyone more in the moment. Like he doesn't even know me. Like he didn't just kill a man for me.

Like he didn't let me fall in love with him.

Tears burn my eyes as I steel my face and straighten up in the chair, clenching my hands so hard together in my lap that they turn white.

"Sir," the word is bitter on my tongue and I feel sick to my stomach more so than I ever have, "May I ask why?"

"Your work is sloppy and your intentions with my business, both legal and not, are undecipherable. I have decided that the best intention for me and my business is to part ways irrevocably with you, Ms. Y/L/N."

It takes everything within me to not let my mouth drop open in shock. The hurt that flashes through me is so piercing and raw and real that it arrests my chest. I can't...I don't know what I did wrong.

"You're just going to let me walk away," I breathe, my jaw clenched tightly, "With everything I know about you and your mob. You've killed people for less."

His cold, calculating eyes study me for a minute before he leans back in his chair, his features the picture of nonchalance.

"You won't tell anyone. You and I both know I wouldn't hesitate to kill everyone you love and then you." Bucky informs blatantly.

That's when my heart splinters. Because I can see in his eyes that he means every single word. Emotion blocks my throat as I simply stare back at him, no longer working to hide my shock or pain. I nod once and I stand, smoothing out my silk blouse.

"I've lost everyone I love, you're out of luck there."

The lie burns so strongly on my tongue that it nearly makes me physically sick. I say it to make it true, to trick my mind and heart into believing it. I should hate him. I should loathe him with every fiber of my being. But I just...can't.

With tears that I refuse to let fall swimming in my eyes, I stare down at the man who changed my life, who stole my heart and is now breaking it.

"Whatever it is that you've been relentlessly pursuing these past years, whether it's power or money or blood," I whisper, not daring to bring my voice above it for fear that it will shake, "I hope you find it."

Bucky's gaze bores into mine, something unreadable that's nearly akin to conflict flashing through his eyes. Without a word, I turn and leave, stopping only at my desk to grab my things before leaving. Leaving this office, leaving the mob, leaving him.

And as I drive home with silent tears streaking down my cheeks, I can't ignore the gaping, pain-filled hole in my heart. I hadn't realized how much I needed that business, that man. But I have to move on. I have to.

And yet, I have this awful feeling that I'm not going to be able to.

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A few days later

It's the day of the gala, and it's all I can do to keep myself composed.

I've been an emotional wreck the last few days, and as much as I've tried to deny it I can't any longer. I'm in love with Barnes, I have been for a while and as bad as I want it to, it's not just going to go away. Losing the job was like losing Bucky, and I hadn't realized how much I leaned on him until he was ripped away.

"Oh come on, you stupid computer," I grumble, shoving my laptop aside as it launches into an update I didn't ask for.

When I woke up today, I decided it was time I start looking for another job. No matter how much it hurts, I have to move on if I have any chance of continuing on with my life. I was job searching when this piece of junk laptop started to reboot.

My attention is glued to my television and the show I have playing while I wait for my laptop to finish the update. I get so engrossed in the show that I almost miss it when the screen goes bright and it turns back on.

"Finally," I breathe, pulling it back to me and typing in my password.

As soon as it opens to my desktop, my laptop begins to pop up a bunch of random windows from my most used apps, just like it usually does whenever it's powered down and back up suddenly. I close them out with mild irritation, but freeze when my spreadsheet window opens up, displaying the spreadsheet I was working on last.

The guest list for the gala.

My heart stutters. I'd done so good all of today avoiding thoughts of the event only for my stupid laptop to bring it to the forefront of my mind. My heart wrenches as I can't stop myself from scrolling briefly through the list of invited guests. Near the end, I notice my name and stifle the sudden rise of emotions that inundate me.

With hasty, almost frantic fingers, I rush to delete my name from the sheet. Before I can erase my name, my eyes catch on four names at the bottom below mine. Strange. My name was the last one added. I know because I edited and set up this spreadsheet and only added myself when I had double and triple checked that everyone had been added.

Maybe Bucky found four more to invite. I try to accept the thought, but my curiosity takes the better of me and I can't stop myself from pulling up the internet on another window and searching up the first of the four names.

Xavier Taft. 34 years old, works for a bouncer service...wait. Criminal record.

My heart stutters again. With events like this, we're always so careful to keep the criminals down to only our own, and I've never seen this man's name in our regiment before. With furrowed brows, I search up the next one.

Lance Salone. Bouncer. Criminal record.

My heart is racing when I search the third.

Amanda Vice. No criminal record.

I frown, my adrenaline seizing a little bit. Maybe I was too hasty, maybe those two were just-

Oh my God.

My entire body freezes when I notice an article underneath Amanda Vice's search. She's a personal assistant, like me. But she works for Pierce Enterprises, the cover business for-

"Hydra," I whisper beneath my breath, feeling as though someone's taken the world and spun it around me.

With trembling fingers, I navigate back to the spreadsheet and look to the fourth name. I don't even need to search it up to know.

Alexander Pierce.

My heart is in my throat as I fly my cursor up to the top of my spreadsheet and check to see the editing history. My eyes scan the hundreds of entries by me until they rest in the last entry, one done by an email I don't recognize.

One I never gave permission to edit the document.

"They hacked it," I piece together aloud. Nothing seems real as I throw my laptop off of me and shoot to my feet, the world still spinning. The two bouncers, obvious muscle with the clear ability to kill.

I know I should hate Bucky, I know that I shouldn't give a damn what will go down tonight at the gala, but I can't stop myself from reaching for my phone and dialing the number I saved to my phone of the weapons dealer Bucky's mob used. The man I spoke with on Bucky's behalf many a times picks up on the third ring.

"Y/N. I haven't heard your voice in so long, how are you?" the dealer, a man by the name Nick Fury, asks.

"Nick, this is going to sound so random but I need to know if there's been any movement from Pierce or his men in the last week or so," I rush out. There's a beat of silence on the other end before Nick speaks again.

"What's this about? I thought Bucky fired you," he points out skeptically. My desperation is taking the better of me and I nearly snap.

"Damn it, Nick I just need to know! Has Hydra done anything unusual lately that you know about? If anyone would know it would be you," I practically beg. He must hear the urgency in my tone because he doesn't question me again.

"I caught word they were hanging around upstate earlier this week, they're not usually over there," Nick announces. I furrow my brows.

"Where upstate?"

"Some place called The Sky Palace. Heard they were there for a good bit of time snooping around before they got booted out," Nick answers, pausing for a moment, "Y/N, what's going on?"

I can barely breathe, let alone work up a response. The phone nearly slips from my limp fingers.

"Y/N, are you-"

"That's where the gala is tonight" I whisper, an aching, yawning sort of sensation ripping in my chest at the sudden realization that slams into me.

They're going to kill him. They're going to kill Bucky Barnes and they're going to make a move on our mob.

"I have to go," I rush out, my voice trembling and my stomach roiling with nausea, "Thank you, Nick"

"Of course."

I end the call, rushing to grab my purse and throw on the first pair of shoes I can find. As I rush out of my apartment and into the streets of New York as the sun sets low behind the buildings, I no longer think about the betrayal or hurt. I don't ruminate that I'm fired or that Bucky doesn't care for me like I do him. All I can think about is that my family isn't safe tonight, and I have to do everything in my power to protect them. All of them.

As I whistle for a taxi, my phone is already pressed to my ear and ringing as it tries by I reach my ex-boss. The call goes unanswered as I sit inside the cab.

"Where to?" The driver asks.

I almost say the venue, but pause. I set up Bucky's schedule for today, he should still be at his mansion upstate getting ready. He always did like to make grand entrances. Even if I'm wrong, it's only a ten minute drive to the venue. I give the driver Bucky's address and dial his number again as the driver speeds off.

"You've reached the voicemail box of-"

"Oh come on!" I groan out, pulling my phone away and ending the call. My heart is racing so fast that I can practically feel it trying to run out of my chest. I feel utterly powerless right now knowing that Bucky could die and I can help. What if I don't make it in time? What if he's already gone?

Tears blur my vision and sudden heart ache seizes my chest at the thought. I shove it all down and keep myself composed as I try his number again, but to no avail. Thankfully, we're pulling up to his mansion now. I pay the driver and rush out, putting in the gate code and sprinting to his front door. I don't even waste time knocking, knowing he's probably in the garage or his room, and dig up the spare key from its hiding spot to let myself in.

"Bucky!" I shout as soon as I'm in, slamming the door behind me.

There's no response.

"Bucky please! Are you here?" I shout again, but the silence rings in my ears.

One quick check of his room shows he's not here and when I sprint into the garage, I see one of his twenty cars missing.

I missed him. He's already gone.

I curse, checking my phone to see that he's running fifteen minutes ahead of schedule, something he never does. Of all days to be more punctual to his own event, tonight was probably the worst. I hesitate for only a moment as I ponder what to do.

"You'll forgive me later," I mutter to myself before I spin on my heels and jog to the key rack by the door. I swipe the first set I find and press the button only to find his brand new, cherry red Tesla lighting up.

If things weren't so dire, I'd squeal in excitement.

I don't waste time with giddiness, though, and sprint to the car. I'm inside and have the engine running in record time. Not one minute later, I'm peeling out of the garage and onto the road with screeching tires. I press the gas pedal nearly all the way to the floor, the engine roaring in my ears as I whip into the traffic.

I have to make it. I have to.

|||

And here we are, all caught up.

I hope you understand now more than you did before why I'm so desperate to get to Bucky in time. I hadn't realized it fully in the moment before, but now that I just might lose him, I know that he's everything to me. I wouldn't be half the woman I am without him and his constant assurance that I was strong and skilled and perfectly able to stand up for myself.

I can't lose him, not when he's so much more than a boss to me. So much more.

I cut the ten minute drive to the gala down to four. My headlights cut thought the pitch black night as I swerve up to The Sky Palace that's teeming with cars and richly dressed guests. The Tesla screeches as I grind to a halt before a group of gasping patrons and a wide-eyed valet.

His eyes grow wider when he sees me step out of it in a pair of jeans and a hoodie.

"Don't scratch this car if you want to live," I advise as I toss the young valet the keys. He must think I'm joking because his gaze flashes with humor.

He doesn't realize I'm being dead serious.

I don't care a modicum about the horrified, disgusted looks I'm getting from the elite who are still making their way to the Palace's entrance nor do I care about their cries as I break into a sprint and shove past them all.

I can't let him die, I can't let Pierce hurt my family. I can't.

I only stop running when I reach the two men guarding the front entrance with iPads to check in guests. I know them both, since both happen to be members of Bucky's mob. Their eyebrows furrow once they see me approaching them.

"Y/N?" One asks, his eyes nearly popping from his head, "Boss won't like it that you're here."

"Let me in, Sam," I order, my chest heaving with breath, "He's in danger, you're all in danger."

The two men's eyes widen and they share a look for a moment before glancing back to me.

"Y/N," the other begins, but the panic is getting too much and I cut him off.

"Listen, you're all in trouble. The business is in danger of being thrown into chaos, and your boss-" my voice cuts off with sudden emotion, tears swimming in my gaze, "Your boss is going to die if you don't let me in right now."

They only hesitate a moment longer before they step aside. Relief like I've never known it crashes through me. Just before I walk in, though, Sam catches my arm.

"I don't know what the hell's going on, but we're already falling apart without you. We...he needs you, Y/N," Sam whispers.

My heart tugs painfully in my chest and that same hole opens again. I miss them all, I miss the mob and the meetings where we'd all mess around like kids. I miss Bucky.

And with that last thought, I give Sam a nod before turning and jogging into the Palace.

Classical music wafts into the air, broken up only by soft chatter, laughter, and the clinking of glasses. The gala is classy and elegant and beautifully well-done, but I don't take time to admire any of that. Instead, I race through the room in search of Bucky.

I receive more than one disgusted glare and scoff at my apparel and messy, unkempt hair. I don't give one damn as I try to blend in as much as possible to not alert Pierce or his men while searching for Bucky.

I stop when I reach the grand staircase that leads to an upper balcony, taking the advantage of the steps and climbing a few to see the room from a birds eye view. It only takes me a few seconds to spot Bucky near the center of the room. My heart squeezes in my chest and I almost sob in relief to see him alive and safe. Just before I move to rush down the stairs and towards him, I hear a click from the top of the stair case.

I whip my gaze up in time to see one of the two bouncers from the list, Xavier Taft, begin setting up a sniper rifle atop the dimly lit balcony that no one but him stands atop.

My heart stops. Time freezes. My stomach hits the floor and all I can think about is that I can't lose him.

"No," I breathe, snapping my gaze down to see the gun trained on Bucky.

When I look at him, I see Sam at his side and speaking in rushed tones, probably about me. Knowing I don't have many options left, my mind works in overdrive to figure out the best way possible to do this. I need to cause a distraction, one to catch Xavier's attention long enough for me to finish climbing the stairs and get that gun away from him. At the same time, though, I need Bucky to see it happen, I need him to know his life is in danger so Lance Salone, the other bouncer, doesn't surprise attack him.

Bucky's just snapped his head towards Sam, his brows furrowed and his jaw tight when I make my move, my nerves humming.

"BUCKY LOOK OUT!" I shout, my voice piercing and carrying out over the room. Instantly, Bucky's head snaps up to where I am on the stairs and his entire body goes rigid.

I don't waste time watching him any longer and begin to sprint up the last of the stairs and towards Xavier who curses. He wasn't ready to shoot yet, I timed it perfectly. Beneath me, Bucky sees the gun trained at him and he sees Xavier, who now has his gaze on me. Bucky's entire body changes again into a mode of desperation, but I don't see it. I'm focused on closing the distance between me and the gun that's almost ready.

"Y/N!" Bucky roars, but I'm barely listening over the chaos in my brain.

"Bitch!" Xavier growls, cocking the rifle hastily and wrapping his finger around the trigger. He's too late, because I finish bounding up the stairs and crash into him, knocking him off of his feet and shoving the gun off balance enough so that the bullet he intended for Bucky slams into the roof instead.

Xavier's body slams into the marble tile as I tackle him, but he quickly overpowers me, flipping us over so I'm beneath him. Below us, I can hear screaming and glass shattering, but above the panic I swear I can hear a voice bellowing my name.

I scramble out from underneath Xavier before he can pin me, shooting to my feet and sprinting to the sniper rifle still sitting on the balcony. Just as I hear Xavier get up behind me, I knock the rifle over and send it careening down into the panicking crowd.

"I'll kill you for that!" I hear Xavier spit from behind me, and I whirl just in time to see him throwing a fist at me.

Time suddenly slows, and it's like I'm back in the office that day ages ago where Bucky tried to teach me self-defense. My body remembers the way he grounded me from my punch before my mind does, and I snap back to reality just in time to dodge Xavier's punch. Just like Bucky did to me then, I hook my leg around his and use his momentum to shove him to ground. I crash down on top of him and practically feel the slam of his head into the marble below him.

"Y/N!"

My entire body jumps at Bucky's voice, now close to me. I snap my head around to see him bounding up the stairs, blood splattered across his tuxedo as if he killed a man himself down there during the chaos. I almost sob in relief. He's okay. I melt beneath his gaze that bores down into me as he stoops down to reach out to me.

His hand is inches from me when his eyes snap up to something behind me and horror flashes through his face a millisecond before a hand wraps around my waist and wrenches me to my feet and away from Xavier's unconscious body. I gasp, and the world suddenly goes very still and very quiet as the cool of a gun presses underneath my chin, forcing it up slightly. My stomach hits the floor and I hardly find it in me to breathe.

Bucky stands ever so slowly in front of me, his jaw clenched and his eyes spelling murder.

"Leave her alone, Pierce," Bucky orders, and sudden fear clamps over me.

Alexander Pierce has me at gun point.

"Why? I'm actually quite taken with your girl," Pierce responds, tightening his hold on my waist. I squeeze my eyes shut for a moment at the disgust and fear rolling through me before looking back at Bucky. He catches my slight movement and his fury heightens.

"Pierce, I swear to God if you kill her I will skin you alive," Bucky growls.

"See, now we're getting somewhere," Alexander announces, but I can hear the annoyance in his voice. This isn't what he wanted to happen, "What are you willing to give for her life?"

Immediate tears spring to my eyes and I meet Bucky's gaze again.

"No," I beg immediately, not daring to shake my head because of the gun beneath it, "Let me die. I'd rather die."

Bucky works hard to keep the cold exterior upon his face, but I can see between the cracks that he's...he's terrified.

It's only when Alexander moves his arm that restrains me to cover my mouth that I realize my slim window of opportunity. Without thinking, I slam my free hands into the gun that Pierce holds to the underside of my chin hard enough that it knocks his hand away. His hold loosens in sudden shock and I rip away at the same moment that Bucky darts forward and grabs ahold of me, ripping me to him and immediately crushing me into his side for protection as he rips out his own guns and shoots before Pierce can even recover.

The bullet finds its target perfectly, right between his eyes, and it's over.

My entire body is trembling so violently that I cling to Bucky, scared that my knees will give way from the adrenaline. I've never been in a situation like that before, never been so close to death. Bucky drops the gun from his hold and switches his full attention to me, probably realizing just how pale I've turned and how badly I'm shaking.

Keeping one arm secured around my waist, he runs the other through my hair, his steel blue eyes taking in every feature of mine.

"You saved my life," Bucky murmurs, his hold on me so tight in the most protective sort of way, almost as if he's just as terrified as me, "Even after I fired and threatened you."

I shake my head, tears of relief pooling in my eyes.

"I couldn't let you die."

Bucky's jaw clenches and before he can react I throw my hands around his neck, hugging him close to me. He reacts instantly, wrapping both massive arms around my waist and pulling me close to him, holding me tighter than I ever have been.

"Don't ever do that again, doll," Bucky mumbles into my hair, clenching my hoodie in his fists, "Don't be willing to die for me. I don't deserve it."

I don't know why tears are gathering in my eyes but I find I can't blink them away. I only tighten my grip, nuzzling my head into his neck.

"I don't think I can promise that," I breathe, and my next words come out before I can even stop them, "You'll always be deserving."

Bucky pulls away so fast that my heart lurches into my throat. His eyes examine mine so frantically, so dangerously, so desperately as he holds me out from him. His chest is heaving, almost as bad as mine.

"I did it to protect you, you have to know that. Everything that happened before, it was all to keep them away from you," Bucky swears, and my heart stutters at the look in his eyes, as if the police and ambulance sirens filling the air alongside the shouting don't exist.

"Why?" I breathe, hoping on everything he'll say what I think he will. Bucky brings a hand to cup my cheek, shaking his head at me with something almost close to tears in his eyes.

"You're my only weakness, Y/N, and they know it. Everyone knows it," Bucky murmurs and I swear I stop breathing, "If it came to you or the world I'd pick you every time."

My chest is so tightly constricted that I can hardly draw in any breaths. My chest is moving just as fast as his and butterflies are pressing into my stomach in anticipation for whatever is thick in the air between us.

"Don't ever fire me again," I order, and a low chuckle leaves his lips. My humor drains in a second though, and suddenly it's hard to speak without my voice trembling, "I don't think I'll survive it."

Something breaks in his gaze, softens it and turns it so tender and passionate that my skin tingles. He brings his other hand to cup my face to, so I feel completely under his control.

"Are you sure this is what you want?" He asks carefully, his eyes searching mine, "This life will never slow down. Someone will always want to take you from me."

"I'm sure," I whisper, not even hesitating.

His lips are on mine before the words are even fully out of my mouth. My heart leaps out of my chest as I melt into him, pulling him closer as our lips move in perfect harmony. My entire body feels like liquid and lightning all at once and he's the only thing left in the world. One of his hands finds their way into my hair, leaving me completely at his mercy. When he finally pulls back, he leaves a breath of a kiss on my nose and then my forehead before tilting my chin up to meet his gaze.

"You've been more to me for a long time now, doll" Bucky breathes, and a shiver rushes down my spine. He's so beautiful. A smile twitches onto my lips as I caress his stubble-covered cheek.

"I think how I feel is pretty obvious, considering I did tackle a fully grown man for you," I remark, and a surprised laugh rumbles out of him. The sound nearly turns me weak.

"And it was probably the scariest and hottest thing you've ever done," Bucky assures. This time I laugh and kiss him again, but we're both more serious after it.

"This life may not be safe," he begins, his thumb running over my lip, "But you always will be. As long as I'm here, you'll always be safe."

"I love you, Bucky" I whisper, my words a promise. He freezes, something new and bright flashing through his gaze. I don't think he's ever heard those words before.

"I've always loved you, and I always will," he swears, and for a moment my life is completely and totally content.

It doesn't matter what's happening around us, it doesn't even matter that I nearly died a few times in one day. With Bucky by my side, I feel invincible, I feel strong and capable.

"I don't think I can be your secretary any more," I whisper, and his smile is back, turning my insides to butterflies.

"No, I've got a better idea," he smirks, kissing me quickly.

The next day, Bucky would introduce me to the mob as his equal partner.

The King and Queen of crime.

And it would stay like that for the rest of our time.

I don't know when exactly Bucky Barnes became more than my boss, maybe it was always. Maybe I should have known I was in trouble from the beginning, but it's the best kind of trouble. So, if you ever get the chance to do something a little crazy, maybe something you never thought you would, but it just feels right, then you need to do it.

You never know who will become more to you in the process.

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sick days

req: i was wondering if you could do a nat x daughter reader fic where we are basically overworking ourselves with school and our first job, and get really sick/depressed and nat notices and helps? cuddles and just support and fluff please?

hope this is ok, req is currently my situation and need some nat comfort for it :)))

notes: yass slayy another request down. idk how to feel abt it but i hope this was okay and i hope you like it!!

warnings: none? sickness, semi proofread, lazy title.

mama!nat x adopted daughter!reader

🏷: @c-is-writing yasss

. . .

monday started with a sore throat, but you ignored it thinking it would disappear on its own.

tuesday ended with a pounding headache and a bottle of tylenol by your bedside.

wednesday hit you with on and off waves of nausea, the night ending with you curled in a ball with your arms tucked into your side.

thursday you could hardly move out of your bed, but you trudged through it not wanting to worry about the consequences of not getting up.

the urge to fall in your mothers arms grew stronger every second you were awake. you'd been so stressed lately and she could tell. natasha tried to help in small ways as much as she could, but it only went so far when you were crammed day in and day out with work and school.

you had almost no time for yourself, let alone any time to spend with friends or hang around the house with your mom. it was no surprise natasha had no idea you were sick when you'd been leaving the house before she got up and coming home to her already asleep on the couch, clearly trying to stay up for your arrival.

friday though, was different.

natasha was up before you with breakfast ready on the kitchen table, something you typically didn't have time for before school.

"good morning." she greeted you with a warm smile on her face.

her red hair was tied back into a messy bun and you watched her for a quick second as she finished cleaning up her mess.

"morning." natasha was quick to raise her eyebrow at the sound of your voice.

"you okay?"

"mhm." you nodded, closing your eyes as you took a seat at the table. all you had to do was get through the next two days. that's it.

"you don't sound okay."

"i'm okay mom, promise." you mumbled, forcing yourself to take a bite of the food on your plate.

normally you'd be ecstatic that your mom made breakfast because she always made it well, but you didn't have the energy or the appetite to enjoy her cooking.

natasha watched as you shoved the food around on your plate and frowned. "i think you should stay home, you don't look too good sweetheart."

you were quick to shake your head in protest, "no mom i can't. i have school today and work after. i just have to wait until sunday and then i can rest."

"it won't kill you to call in, you know. i'm sure they'll understand. and you can always catch up on school, i'll help out with what i can." she tried to push.

"i said no." you snapped, despite that being the only thing you wanted to do.

"watch your tone," she warned. "and i'm not asking anymore, give me your keys."

"seriously? i have school-"

"and i'll call them and tell them you're absent."

"and work?" you huffed.

"it's a thursday night at a local craft store, they'll be fine. now hand me your keys."

"this is so stupid. i'm going to get behind and it's going to be all your fault." you rolled your eyes, shoving the keys in her direction before angrily getting up.

you didn't mean what you said to her. you were just so overwhelmed and tired, you couldn't control yourself when you snapped at her.

the next few hours were spent in your room. your muscles ached, your head was pounding and you felt like you were going to throw up any minute.

your only saving grace was the fact that your boss understood your situation and gave you the next couple of days off. now your mind was primarily focused on school and the work you were going to miss. it was only one day, but with AP classes it felt more like three days worth of work to catch up on.

natasha knocked on your door a little past noon with a bowl of soup. "here, it'll help your throat."

you didn't answer her out of guilt from earlier in the day, but when she left you didn't hesitate to turn over and try to provide some relief on your throat. plus it was good, natasha knew just the right seasonings to use that wouldn't bother your throat.

when you finished you tip-toed your way down the wooden floors of your hallway, careful not to make too much noise when you set the empty bowl in the sink.

before you could go back to your room you stopped to see your mom sitting on the couch, blanket wrapped around her body while she watched tv. she looked cozy, safe even.

it was because of that you went over to her, sneaking your way under the blanket and resting your head on her shoulder.

"i'm sorry mama." natasha snaked her arm around your back, gently guiding your body down so that you were laying on her stomach. her fingers found their way in your hair and began massaging the crown of your head in hopes of easing the headache she already knew you had.

"it's okay baby, i know you're sick." she reassured.

"i'm so stressed and i don't know what to do. and i'm so exhausted from everything, i barely have time for myself and i miss you and i can't-"

"hey, hey, shhh slow down. you're okay. take a deep breath for me." she rubbed her thumb over your cheek. "there you go sweetheart, you've got it."

when you managed to calm down a bit more natasha brought up the topic again.

"do you think dropping out of AP classes would help?"

"but what about college?" you mumbled softly. "i don't want to be a failure."

"you're anything but a failure, little lady. and most colleges don't care about AP classes anyway."

you sniffled, "they don't?"

"nope. it's mostly just a thing snobby kids use to boast about on their applications. you're only doing more work than necessary when it's not towards any kind of college credits." your mother confirmed.

"what about work?" natasha tilted her head, "can't you always adjust your availability? you don't have to work every single day of the week, especially not when you're still in high school. i don't like it when you're out so late every night anyway."

you nodded, "i missed spending time with you more than anything. i hate feeling this way."

natasha gave you a small squeeze, "i'm always here. we've got all the time in the world. now lets get you feeling better before we do anything else, okay? c'mon, i'll carry you to my room and we can watch a movie."

"mom i'm 17, you can't pick me up," you giggled as you hopped off the couch.

"you seem to forget that i have a serum running through my veins." she kissed the top of your head before picking you up and bringing you into her room.

you snuggled into her side, the feeling of sickness already starting to become less miserable.

everything would be okay as long as you had your mom around.

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xxsycamore · 2 years ago

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XX 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐖 𝐌𝐘 𝐁𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒 𝐎𝐔𝐓

► SYNOPSIS:

You go to see Napoleon at the police station, entering to the sight of him cleaning his gυn.

Naturally, it arouses your curiosity.

▍police officer!napoleon x afab!reader

▍rating: E (mdni)

▍tags: Gυn Kink; Bad Use of Police Equipment; Alternate Universe - Modern Setting; Deepthroating A GυN; and not just the gυn; deranged smut; Blow Jobs; Come Swallowing; Police Uniforms

▍cw: this fic contains usage of a (non-loaded) gυn for sexual purposes, so make sure to avoid reading if this makes you uncomfortable!

▍wordcount: 2,315

▍masterlist

▍a/n: Have you seen the new card? Well, this was my reaction to it. I decided to stick to what I said! Fuck the police am I right? I'll go hide somewhere now. Enjoy ❤

Entering the police station where your boyfriend works as of recently, you know the smile won't leave your face in the foreseen few minutes. For one, because seeing what his noisy bunch of colleagues are up to is always rising your spirits. The guys love you and you love them too - catching a glimpse of them bickering and pausing to greet you, you feel like you're walking through a rowdy share house rather than a police station.

"Congrats, Hondje. Your man sure is quite something to climb the ranks so fast."

To miss someone as large as Theo, you sure must be distracted - but your dreamy smile is quickly morphing into a pout as he tousles your hair. You raise a hand to smack his away but you give up and opt to just fix the ruffled mess he created. His teasing successfully heats up your cheeks at the mention of your boyfriend.

Napoleon was last to join the unit and is already its leader, in just a few months - today being his first day as one officially. Out of the whole palette of emotions surging in you varying from pride to astonishment, a huge portion of embarrassment is now added in the mix as well. You neglected to consider the unit's reaction - and the following teasing.

"Yeah, you know how he is… I don't even know if he was seriously trying for the position."

"Woah there, little bird." Another colleague of his, Arthur, gives your shoulder a pat - which you really prefer over the flirty arm-around-the-shoulder greeting he usually goes by, and winks at you. "Must be nice to have a girlfriend that strokes your ego even when you're not around, huh? That bastard."

"What- No, I didn't mean-"

Before you can defend yourself properly, Theo sighs and walks past the two of you and straight towards the exit, but not without glaring at Arthur.

"Stop talking shit and go clock in already. I'm out."

Arthur is successfully distracted, hands on his hips as he watches Theo's departure and yells an un-heartfelt goodbye at him while he's still in hearing range. Theo just waves behind his back, more at you than anything, and then he's gone. It's Arthur's turn to sigh now, maintaining the posture, and you can't help but think that they're just a liiitle bit alike in some aspects.

"He has the nights off this whole week, and for what? It should be saved for those of us who actually have a social life."

You find it humorous that Arthur laments the loss of another night spent surrounded by girls in a bar, critiquing Theo while actually, as you can recall, the two of them hit those bars together most of the time.

"Ah but not ALL of us have to be lonely." The mischievous glint in his deep blue eyes is unmistakable as he looks at you before you can try to verbalize some kind of sympathy, thus saving you from the white lie - but probably not for good. "Boss is waiting for you upstairs. In his new office."

Now, there are several important bullet points here to be structured, like what he called him, or the reminder that you'd have to change your usual route to the unfamiliar door instead, but the most exclamation marks stand after the statement that he's waiting for you. Well, yeah, it is the end of his shift and you didn't come here without shooting him a text beforehand, but you're a little too used to seeing him busying himself around the station instead, making himself useful to his best extent. You'll have to wait until after you bid Arthur goodbye to give your cheeks a well-needed little grounding pat each, so you hurry up with getting there.

"Uh-huh. Thanks for letting me know, Arthur. I better not keep him waiting."

***

"Knock knock." You announce your presence, seeing that the office door is wide open - but decide not to keep it that way, closing it from the inside once you step in. You don't want any nosy colleagues peeking in while you give your boyfriend a greeting kiss. Which you leap at him for, right away.

"Hey." He smirks, collecting you in his arms as he's half-seated at the edge of his desk. Inhaling the scent of his cologne that still sticks as strongly to his clothes as it does when he leaves in the morning, your eyelids close to take it better in. It's only when you open them again that you notice what exactly he put to the side earlier in order to give you a hug.

It's the base of his gυn, now set down next to its other parts as it's been taken apart. You faintly remember Napoleon performing a field strip in front of you in one of his early days at the station, and you know that it's done to facilitate cleaning. Which by all looks seems like what you interrupted right now.

Seeing where you attention escaped to, Napoleon lifts your chin with a single finger and nudges it his way, capturing your lips for a kiss. You nearly melt into it and are surprised that he's first to withdraw.

"I was just getting finished here." He maneuvers you to sit on his left thigh as he sits more steadily at the edge of the desk. You're left with no choice but to put your hands around his neck like a koala since he needs his two free to put the gυn together. You don't mind at all, it's a first class seat for the demonstration taking place in front of you.

You watch with avid interest as he picks up the small rag to clean a spot he missed on one of the dismantled parts, his eyes sharpening as he puts attention to the smallest of details with utter concentration.

"Now you go like this…" He begins the assembling, putting the barrel back into place, moving on to the next part and the next until they're all on their places, the process accompanied by occasional guiding words.

He chuckles, producing his trademark snrk noise as he usually does when you give him that sparkly enthusiasm-loaded gaze. He finds it amusing that something that’s an ordinary task for him can capture your interest like that.

"You that impressed, nunuche?"

You crinkle your nose at him in frown which just makes you more kissable in his eyes. He gives your lips a quick peck, gυn still in his hands just underneath your faces.

You lean in for a peck next, and just to play with him and take your revenge for being bullied, you duck and kiss the gυn instead of him.

He knits his brows in offence that is more a jest that anything, but he is interested in the game. He lifts the thoroughly cleaned gυn closer to your mouth and rubs your lips softly with the muzzle, with the intention to nudge your lower lip open so he can go for another kiss, just a small act of tease.

You only get bolder, your lips gaping indeed, but you lean in to wrap them around the tip of the gυn.

Napoleon's facial muscles freeze for a second, his eyes darkening. You can feel the leg you're seated on twitch, and you doubt that it's simply because of it going numb under your weight or something. It only prompts you to readjust your position, grinding your bottom on him under the pretext of getting steadier on top of him.

You forget that it's Napoleon who is in the control of the situation and it's his hand that is holding the object in your mouth.

"You're playing dirty." It's all he says, devoid of the usual smirk that would reach his eyes otherwise - now his demeanor is stoic and his movements calculated. He presses the metal object further inside your mouth, making you change the position of your tongue so you can take it in.

Your eyes widen in alert but you don't move an inch, doing everything to let him known non-verbally that you want this to happen. Thrill sends you heart leaping like crazy. You don't want to be the wiser one and put an end to the dangerous liaison first. And why should it be ended? The gυn is freshly cleaned, not loaded and most importantly in the hands of the one person you trust with your life.

Napoleon lets out a protruded breather, pushing himself away from the desk gradually and thus making you slide downwards with the movement. Your knees meet the floor.

He holds the gυn in front of his crouch, glistening with saliva and ready to be welcomed back in the warm cave of your mouth. You eagerly wrap your lips anew around it. From the position you’re in, to the hard object in your mouth, to your nose pressed up in his uniform trousers, it all reminds you well enough of sucking him off, but the twisted scenario adds to the inferno inside of you. A moan slips from the depth of your throat, and Napoleon presses the object forward.

Thankfully your gag reflex rests unbothered from the thrust, making your head spin with wanton unmarred by caution. You want nothing but for him to deepthroat you with the gυn, and you demonstrate your willingness by closing your eyes. Feeling the familiar itch of desire, your lithe fingers find it easy to rub some stimulation between your legs in your current position, but Napoleon is not so drunk on lust not to notice.

"Hands behind your back."

His tone is stern and you obey on the spot, holding with one hand the wrist of your other in a secure lock. It's then when Napoleon thrusts the gυn inwards again, nearly hitting the back of your throat.

The noises your mouth emits are now more reminiscent of the more heated sessions of oral you'd perform on him, and even in those, Napoleon rarely deepthroats you. The metal object in your mouth is surprisingly well suited for the task, being shorter and thinner than Napoleon's cock that you're so familiar with. He finds the right tempo, holding your hair in one hand and fucking your mouth with the gυn in the other, aquamarine eyes never leaving the sight of it. It's like he wants to burn this into his memory; a scene so filthy it's almost pornographic, borderline taboo - one that would undoubtedly play in his imagination next time he has his fist wrapped around his length.

You begin to drool from the corners of your mouth, the gυn thoroughly coated in your saliva. You begin to rock back and forth softly, your pussy weeping for the absence of something to lodge deep inside in a similar fashion to the attention your mouth receives.

Just as you begin to get lost in the steady rhythm of his thrusts, your toy is taken away from you. The sound of the uniform trousers' zipper pulled undone enters your ears and a new gush of arouse moves throughout your body, almost by instinct alone.

In a flash, Napoleon swaps the gυn with his cock. His breathing is already rigid, being fairly worked up from doing this to you. Now that he claims your mouth with what he knows for a fact is your favorite toy, he can't help but be selfish.

You take the initiative, moaning and groaning around his length at first, coating it in your saliva to lubricate it for what is coming. Of course, that piece of metal can't be more deserving of your best services more than his cock is, and you want to prove it to him.

Napoleon gets you so well, even without words. He waits for you to take it promptly deep in your mouth, and resumes his thrusts - this time not with his hand, but with his hips.

Your hands fail to maintain the previous order and fall from behind your back in the favor of giving you a better balance. You put them on his legs instead, clutching the fabric, crawling further up until you can claw at his rear.

Napoleon whispers to you words of praise; of lustful accusation of how much you turn him on in the worst of places, of how you make him lose control. He warns you of his upcoming peak, and you swallow around his length in expectation, urging him on.

His deft fingers bury themselves in your hair without pulling to the point of pain as a groan escapes his throat. His hips buckle forward and the first stream of cum hits the back of your throat, making you unable to stay still. He wants to withdraw and give you room to breathe but you stubbornly keep most of his length inside your mouth, letting it all splash on your tongue. You suck him until he can't give you any more of his hot cum, and then some.

"You absolute vixen." He racks his fingers through his bangs once he's made sure you're fine and helped back on your feet, even with difficulty. He can't resist to kiss you, and you in turn can't resist to chuckle against his mouth, cutting it too short.

"I was gonna say, congrats on the new office, boss."

His breath hits your cheek as he huffs, slammed by your wits.

"I'm merely putting things to good use as expected of me." He snaps back, this time clamming the kiss that you denied him before you can shy out of it from the way he worded that. He'll ask more about the way you addressed him later. Now all he has in his mind is you in the red dress he bought, seated opposite him as he dines and wines you, celebrating the promotion. That's it, unless his well-thought girlfriend has another plan in mind.

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lonely-lost-soul · 3 years ago

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A Pirate's Life for Me

Cover Art Done By: @fridaydev-draws and @friday-dsv (Dreamsmp x reader) Pirate Au! Love Interests: C!Wilbur, C!Techno, C!Dream, C!Sapnap, C!Quackity, and C!Schlatt

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Salt burned your lungs as you tossed open your window with a loud bang, the seagulls perching on your flower boxes screeched in protest and flew from your window. “Fucking sky rats get the fuck out of here you heathens!” You snarled out the window shaking your fist at the bothersome birds, the sounds of the ocean crashing on the shore filled your ears as well as the chatter of the dock workers. You let the breeze blow back your hair and you heard someone calling your name from down below.

“Good morning (Y/n)!” You glanced below you and grinned,

“Morning Eret!” They waved back enthusiastically their dress spilling around their ankles, a basket of fruit was balanced on his hip. “Opening early today? I'm sure your patrons would be happy to start their drunken stupor early,” She held a hand to his mouth snickering and you shot them a look.

“If that gets more money in my pocket then so be it, I won't complain too much.” You shrugged, “Will I still see you later tonight?”

“Always do dove, how can I resist a drink from my favorite bartender.”

“You can’t it’s my charm.”

“Will the both of you shut the fuck up!” Another man’s voice growled from another open window, “It’s too early for your bullshit.” You saw Eret click his tongue but smiled up at you despite the man's protests,

“I’m heading to the market anyway. These fruits won’t sell themselves, I'll see you later.”

“See you soon!” You closed your windows once more, but not before urging your daisies to grow one last time. You tossed open the curtains allowing light to spill into your cozy home, a small carpet was in the middle of your room. It was a deep red and the pattern was made of gold yarn, aside from that everything in your residency was made of dark wood. Your shelves were littered with books and empty cups, and your old worn journal sat open on your desk. It was filled with childhood memories and you continued to write in it to this day, it was easier then, things were simple and everything was innocent and new to you. Now your days were filled with sea fairing idiots who liked to drink themselves stupid, but you could handle yourself, you always kept your father's dagger on your thigh at all times. Those who were frequent customers knew not to mess with you and those who were new learned their lesson within the first ten minutes of meeting you. You inherited the bar from your father, a kindhearted man who died a few years before today, leaving you with the bar and the dagger you had on your hip. You fished through your closet pulling out your clothes for the day, your dress was a gorgeous light coffee color and came down to your ankles. The bottom was flared and had dark brown panels on the sides, it faded inward to a light green then back to the coffee color. The corset around your waist was a dark brown with light green trim, you tied it tight with a small huff making sure your waist was sinched perfectly. The sleeves came down to your elbows allowing you to move your arms freely while making drinks. The top of the dress ended just below your collarbone, you strapped your dagger to your thigh before lacing up your knee-high black boots.

You thought back to your tavern downstairs, you were fortunate enough that you weren’t running this entire operation yourself. You ended up hiring help and they were like family and you knew they saw you as such as well. Most of the girls didn’t have a family of their own so you gave them room and board, also money, of course, you weren’t a terrible boss! You opened the door to your room, you watched Cecil, the tavern’s mascot trot out of Juniper’s room. The border collie liked to switch up which rooms he stayed in protecting every one of your girls when you couldn’t be there for them.

The first of your girls was Adelaide or Addie, she was one of the first to fall under your care. She was around your age, a motherly type, sheep hybrid, who cared for the girls, and always gave the drunk patrons with mommy issues a shoulder to cry on. Her long brown hair always hung down her back, she typically worked tables, served food and drinks, and always got a generous tip from patrons.

The next girl was Judas, a squid-enderman hybrid who was taller than you could ever wish to be, although intimidating you couldn’t meet a kinder woman. A jack of all trades the woman helped out wherever she could, black-ish purple hair curled around her shoulders and some people came specifically to hear her sing. Her voice was like rich velvet and lured men and women in like a siren.

Juniper was after Judas, a demon hybrid who was naive but you’d be a fool to underestimate her. She worked beside you at the bar, she can make some mean fruity drinks, Eret always preferred her drinks over yours. Freckles adorned her face and shoulders, her light brown hair curled down to her middle back, purple horns sprouted from the top of her head. You wanted to adorn it with gold jewelry and you were saving up to gift some to her.

Yeti was a human woman like yourself, she didn’t bother with those who were rude or obnoxious. She kept to herself only really talking when she was spoken to or when there was an opportunity to crack a rare joke. She typically stayed on the sidelines, out of the scenes and Yeti liked to help Judas decorate her sets.

Zig was a kind young adult, they got along with everyone who came inside the tavern. Soft emerald eyes drew people in, and they tried to make sure tensions within the bar didn’t rise and start a fight. There would always be one or two that’s just natural, but one look at Zig and his magic words and they seemed to disperse, not wanting to hurt the kid’s feelings.

Vendetta was the tallest member of the group you had taken in, she was stunningly beautiful and didn't take shit from anybody. She was a guard dog if you will, making sure no one fucked with any of the girls in your tavern. While Zig did their best to keep people under control sometimes they couldn’t win. That’s when Ven would step in and ‘kindly’ escort them off the premises with or without force.

The youngest member here was Luvena. She was a moo-bloom hybrid with soft brown hair that sprouted flowers, her cow ears would twitch when she was excited and followed Addie around like she was her daughter. Addie took her under her wing and was training her to be a perfect little waitress, absolutely warming customers’ hearts. Luvena also loved to give out flowers, she was a fan favorite bringing new life into the tavern.

Cecil barked seeing his mama and scampered over to you, you poured food into his bowl as Juniper wandered into the hallway. Her head rested on the doorframe as she gave you a tried wave, “Morning (Y/n).”

“Morning Juni, We’re opening a little early today. Take your time I’m not expecting a big rush of bar patrons this early.” You assured her and she gave a sleepy nod,

“I’ll be down as soon as Ven’s out of the shower.” She yawned, “This beauty doesn’t come naturally.”

“Hardly darling you’re gorgeous just the way you are.” You reassured with a wink, Juniper flushed a little, happily laughing beside you.

“Just go wake the others will you, you flirt!”

Tossing your head back you gave a happy laugh heading down the hallway to make sure everyone was awake and ready to go for later. Addie and Luvena shared a room so she was in charge of waking up the youngest member of the tavern. Judas was already awake making breakfast for everyone when you headed downstairs, Zig was sitting on the counter beside her, they were the designated taste tester.

“Good morning Miss (Y/n)!” Zig chirped, the young adult hummed fondly, “Sleep okay?”

“Absolutely. What about you both? Thank you for making breakfast Judas.” You hummed fondly and Judas had a shy smile on her face.

“I slept well thank you.” Judas hummed softly, “Also it’s my pleasure. Want to make sure everyone’s healthy and alright.” She let out a little squeak as you wrapped your arms around her body, you barely came up to her chest,

“Judas please marry me,” You complained, “Your breakfast is always heavenly and you care for everyone. Please be my wife.”

“(Y/n)! Please.” She sputtered face turning a dark purple, Zig made a noise of protest and held his hand in the air.

“If she won’t marry you I will!”

“Zig! I’d be honored!”

Their entire face lit up with excitement and they hopped off the table to hug you tightly, you hugged them back and pressed a fond kiss to the top of their head. “I got to open up the tavern, you mind setting the table for me Zig?”

“Sure Miss!”

You sent Judas a kiss in the air which her face burned at, quickly going back to her cooking. You smiled eagerly and unlocked the door to the tavern, you shoved a bucket in front of the door to keep it open. The salty ocean air wafted through your nostrils and your eyes sparkled wondrously.

Today is going to be a good day.

Almost immediately a particular bastard caught your eye,

“You’re here early.” You mused raising an eyebrow,

“Heard you were opening early today sweetcheeks,” His voice was a low baritone, rough from years of smoking and drinking. Horns curled around his fluffy ears that stood out against his gruff exterior, he was a ram hybrid at its finest. “Figured I’d take the opportunity to get a special drink from my special girl,” He mused looking you up and down drinking in your figure. You scoffed at the retired man, he dressed like he was cosplaying captain jack sparrow, the gun’s in his belt just added to his costume and so did his large ruffled shirt, he was never one to forget his gold jewelry.

“Where’s Quackity?” You ignored him sitting him at his usual table, he frowned but you knew he was taking it as an opportunity to stare at your ass. He slid into the stool and put his feet up on the table, his boots were muddy but you could only control him so much. He was too much of a regular to get scared off by your threats and scolding.

“He’ll be in at his normal time. He’s not much of a day drinker, although can’t say I’m complaining. Having all your attention on me and all, considering I’m the only one in here. That being said, I’ll have my usual sweetcheeks.”

“Stop calling me that,” You scolded with a certain fondness that was reserved for the man. “You’re lucky you’re my favorite regular Schlatt,” you gave his ears a fond pinch and he bleated. He sent you a scalding look as you walked away, although the look soon fell as he got a good look at your ass once again.

“I’m your only regular sugar tits!”

“Schlatt feet off the table.” Addie criticized whacking his boots with a rolled-up menu, he rolled his eyes but dropped his feet to the floor. “You should know this by now, we go through this every day.”

“Yeah, yeah little lamb I’m on it. Judas here?”

“She’s always here,” She huffed spreading the menu down on the table. “Do you want your usual or something different? Should I get Quackity’s drink ready too?”

“Nah just stick with mine, for now, tell Judas I’d like to see her.”

Addie clicked her tongue and placed her hand on her hip, “fine. But if you’re just going to grossly flirt with her as you do with (y/n), then keep it to yourself.”

“You’re not the boss of me. Just because you look like an old hag-” The way she glared at him sent a chill down his spine, “shit babe take a joke will you.”

Eventually, people began to file into the tavern, as the morning faded into the afternoon and then into the evening. The tavern was bustling with life, Judas’s elegant voice traveled through the crowds and her voices seemed to float above the voices. Quackity joined Schlatt by his side seemingly irritated by a conversation they were having, Schlatt was about five drinks in at this point, which was much less than his usual, and Quackity on his second.

“What are they talking about?” Luvena asked swinging her legs as she sat on the bar beside you. Her moobloom ears twitching every so often as she tried to eavesdrop on their conversation,

“Vena it’s impolite to eavesdrop.” You scolded bopping her on the head lightly, she whined and rubbed the top of her head.

“I wasn’t!” She argued as you rolled your eyes, you looked over at the two men to find Quackity looking over at you. His hand was raised in the air, one finger was up summoning you to get him another drink.

“I’ll be back, why don’t you talk to Ven while I’m gone. She’ll keep an eye on you.”

“I don’t need a babysitter!”

“Good thing she doesn’t want to babysit your ass either, now shoo.” You motioned her to hop off the bar and she did so with a long, dramatic sigh. You looked over at Ven who gave you a silent nod, letting you know she’d watch out for the youngest member of your band of misfits. Meanwhile, you grabbed Quackity another drink and walked over to the two men at the table, “Someone order a drink?”

“Aye! Mamacita! Fancy seeing you here.” Quackity purred a bright smile spreading across his face seeing that you were the one to deliver his drink,

“Hey Big Q,” You greeted placing the drink in front of him, “You doing okay?”

“Better now that an angel walked into my sight,” He flirted and you rolled your eyes. “What? It’s true! You always brighten my day you know? Ow!” Schlatt hit his ex-first mate over the head,

“Take a breath lover boy. Thanks for the drink sugar tits.”

“You’re welcome, what were the both of you talking about if I may ask.” You hummed grabbing some of Schlatt’s empty glasses, an uncharacteristic frown came over both their faces. “Oh? Touchy subject?”

“Don’t worry about it, sweetheart. Just dishing out some old problems, most of which are better left unsaid.” He aimed that statement at Quackity, his jaw seemed clenched and Quackity’s brow furrowed in annoyance.

“Well I just want to remind the both of you,” You passed the tray of empty glasses over to Addie as she walked by, she took them swiftly. You grabbed the side of both their heads and pressed them against your chest, not that you knew but both men’s flushed to the tips of their ears. “No physical fights are allowed in this tavern. If one starts I won’t hesitate to kick your fucking asses. Got it?” They looked over your chest and locked eyes with one another, after years on the sea they could read one another’s facial expressions rather easily and at that moment they shared the same thought,

‘They should fight more often.’

“I said, got it?”

“Yes ma’am,” The repeated simultaneously as you pulled away,

“That’s what I like to hear-”

“(Y/n)!” Vendetta’s velvety voice called out from behind you, you turned and saw a group of newcomers file into your bar. Your body tensed momentarily,

Pirates.

Schlatt turned his head to follow your gaze and he tensed from behind you, “fuck me.” He growled and Quackity raised an eyebrow at his captain, he turned to look over his shoulder and his face lit up.

“Sapnap!”

The pirate who had a white bandana tied around his forehead glanced over at him and a smile lit up across his features. “Quackity? Is that you?”

“My man!” He stood up from his chair heading over to wrap the man in a hug, “I haven’t seen you in years, man.” You zoned out of their conversation eyes locking with a few of the other pirates who walked into the tavern. Vendetta and Addie both greeted them, but everyone who was under your care knew to keep their guard up around pirates. From what you could gather there seemed to be two crews, a crew of what only seemed to be two, Sapnap was included. The fire demon was still talking with Quackity, while the other man took in the view of the tavern, he had shaggy blonde hair, and had a few scars across his face. A porcelain mask sat on top of his head, a forest green cloak was around his shoulders, his hood was lowered around his neck. A sword was strapped tight against his hip and there was another dagger that seemed to be tucked against his side. His eyes gazed towards you and he winked teasingly with a coy smile, you scoffed looking over at Addie.

“Seat those two gentlemen yeah? Be careful, I’ll tell Ven and Yeti to keep an eye.” Addie looked at you, concern written on her soft features but she nodded. While Addie departed, you noticed Ven talking with the other group. Luvena was hiding behind Vendetta’s long legs, although a tall blonde boy seemed very keen on talking to her. You smoothed out your dress and moved towards the group of three, you eyed them up casually. The blonde looked to be around Luvena’s age, he had a shit-eating grin on his face and his uniform matched that of the second tallest in the group. The second tallest was clad in a light blue jacket with large golden buttons on the red collar. He had a cream-frilled shirt underneath and a black belt holding up his brown slacks, those were tucked into black boots. On his back seemed to be a guitar and was the only one of them not holding a weapon, but you knew better than to assume with pirates. His curly brown hair seemed to bounce every time he talked, he seemed to be the ringleader but there was no doubt that the real ringleader was the hybrid standing beside him. He was taller, on par with Vendetta in height, he had long pink hair that was tied in a ponytail on top of his head. A few pieces framed his face elegantly, there was no doubt he was the captain of the little crew that was in your tavern. He had a white shirt on with a deep low cut ‘V’ it showed off a good portion of his scared chest, around his shoulders sat a deep red jacket but his arms were outside of it and crossed over his chest. He seemed content on letting his second in command do all the talking, his red eyes were the only ones to meet yours. His head tilted upwards and before Vendetta could stop him he walked over towards you,

“You own the tavern?” His voice was a low monotone and it sent an array of pleasant chills up your spine.

“I do,” You raised an eyebrow crossing your arms over your chest, “Names (Y/n). You are?”

“Captain Technoblade of the ship Odyssey, I was hoping you had a few rooms and a table available. My brothers and I are pretty exhausted, we’ve been sailing all night.”

Brothers, they certainly didn’t all look alike, but then again you certainly had a mix of girls in your care. Your tongue swiped against the top row of your teeth, “Why don’t you and your brothers take a seat at the bar for now. Juniper will be happy to serve you, I’ll see if we have some free rooms available.”

“Thank you, once you return I’ll introduce them to you if you’d like,” Technoblade bowed his head before turning back to get his brother’s attention.

“I’d like that thank you.” You gave a nod motioning for Vendetta to follow you as you slid behind the bar with Juniper, Judas had also taken a spot sitting on the bar. You figured you’d let her know as well, considering she was another adult figure in the group. You knew either Juniper or Judas would fill in Addie considering the three were close. “Ven, can they be trusted?”

“Not too sure about the masked man, the one Quackity seems to be familiar with seems decent enough. He’s a fire demon though, could smell him from miles away, we all just need to be cautious.”

“Agreed,” Juniper added tapping her finger on her chin. “We should just try to curb all fighting if at all possible, what did the captain of the other group ask you?”

“They want a room, I’m about to check to see if we have availability. Thoughts on that?”

Judas let out a low hum her eyes followed both sets of pirate groups around the tavern, “I say if we have availability let them stay. They seem harmless so long as we don’t mess with them, which we’d never do.”

“Plus I can always stay awake to keep an eye on them.” Vendetta tapped her nails against the table,

“You sure.”

“As if I’d let anything happen to any of you, you’re my family.”

You all smiled softly, and you noticed Judas’s eyes widen, “Zig! Get that out of your mouth this instant!” She shot up from her spot and over to the person in question. The three of you laughed fondly at the nonsense, meanwhile, Juniper saw the three brothers sit at her bar. She moved away from you to greet them, you immediately could tell she was taken with the second eldest brother.

He seemed to be an absolute lady killer.

Vendetta ruffled your hair before going back to stand at her place by the door to keep the peace. You headed up the stairs to the rafters to check on the extra rooms you had, “Excuse me?” You tensed visibly turning around to face the man in all green. His eyes were mesmerizing, a fierce jade green to contrast his cloak, “Do you happen to have two rooms available?” The man held up two fingers to clarify his request,

“Do you usually start introductions with a blatant request like that?”

He chuckled a smile spreading across his lips, “I’m Dream and you gorgeous?”

“(Y/n), it’s your lucky day I’m about to check and see if any are available. My tavern is a hot commodity tonight.”

“Well, I can see why,” he spoke and you raised an eyebrow and tilted your head to the side.

“Oh?”

“It has the hottest owner around. Word spreads fast.”

You couldn’t believe this man was making your cheeks burn, he chuckled softly taking a step towards your figure. “Oh really, word spreads that fast on the open sea, Captian?” It was his turn to turn light pink, but he covered it up quickly with a chuckle.

“Touché.”

“I’ll get on that room for you and your friend. Take a seat, for now, this part is for guests and staff only you know?”

“So I have you all to myself?” He cheekily mused, he stepped towards you and before you knew it you were pinned against a wall. His hand suddenly brushed against your cheek, it was cold in comparison to your warm cheek. You felt Dream’s thumb brush against your cheek slowly, “You know...being on the open sea alone does something to a person.”

“Oh, I’m sure.” You mused pushing your forehead back against Dream’s, “All alone with only your crew with you.” Taking his other hand within your own you slid it up to your hip, you saw his entire face turn red as he stared down at your chest. “You’re probably missing a little love in your life, aren’t you Dreamy?” He nodded dumbly, his eyes still not leaving your chest,

Perfect. You weren’t going to let some pirate boy get the better of you.

He let out a grunt of pain as you spun him around and pressed his head into the wall with your elbow, your other hand has his pinned behind his back. “This hallway is for staff and guests only,” You purred in his ear before letting him go and swinging your hips before heading up the stairs fully. From behind you, Dream’s face was a deep, dark red and he had to clear his throat. Dream wasn’t going to let you go after that, I mean look at you, tough and able to hold your own, it awakened something inside him.

After checking up on the rooms you headed back down into the main hall, three-room keys in your hand. Glancing over at the scene in front of you, you saw Juniper dancing in the middle of the tavern the flirtatious brother at her side. Judas was sitting beside Schatt and Quackity at the bar, Addie was tending to Technoblade and the blonde at their little table. Dream and Sapnap were whispering to one another in the corner but still seemed to be enjoying the show. Vendetta was smiling softly by the door, beside her were Luvena and Zig both playing various instruments. You noticed Eret was also amongst the crowd, she had a brilliant grin on his face, it was flushed pink with alcohol and you smiled to yourself.

It was peaceful, and for a moment you forget half the patrons were scoundrels or pirates.

That was until the man dancing with Juniper locked eyes with you, his eyes lit up and he spun Juniper off into Addie’s arms. She giggled snuggling into the mother sheep’s arms, you heard a distressed “Juni! I’m holding glasses!” Before your vision was overtaken by the handsome flirt.

“Hello love,” He hummed, “May I offer you a dance?”

You were about to refuse but you saw Yeti, who finally made her appearance as it was getting closer to Judas’s set, giving you a big thumbs up “I’d be honored.” You responded taking his hand within your own, he pulled you out onto the dance floor and you felt his other hand politely hover on the small of your back. He allowed you to lean into his touch as he began to elegantly spin you around the dance floor, you were almost embarrassed to say felt like a princess. “Maybe I could get your name?” You asked above the music, “Since it seems you’re my dance partner this evening?”

“Wilbur Soot my love.” He hummed proudly, “The first mate of the ship Odysseus at your service. Plus I play music on the side.”

“Well now you need to play for us,” Wilbur twirled you around in a circle,

“Maybe one day. If you give me your name?”

“(Y/n) (L/n).”

“Beautiful name for a beautiful woman.”

“I was right.” You commented biting the bottom of your lip trying not to smile,

“About what?”

“You.”

“Ah? Already talking about me I see? Is my manliness and gentlemanly qualities that renowned?”

“Not exactly.” He picked you up slightly and pulled you into a low dip, “I was right in thinking you a nothing but a flirty playboy.” Wilbur almost dropped you, you squawked grabbing onto his neck. He began to laugh as you clung to his chest,

“Alright love. You caught me red-handed.”

Wilbur set you on your feet hands on your lower back, you were pulled close to his chest. “Can I buy you a drink?”

“I get them for free hon. I own the place.”

“Oh...oh.” He paled a little, “I didn’t fuck up our chances of getting a room did I?”

“Nah lucky for you and your brothers, I have you covered, same with your buddies over there.” You motioned to Dream and Quackity’s friend, Wilbur’s face paled as he felt the chilled room key get placed in his palm. “What’s your little brother’s name?”

“Tommy.”

“Tell them both we serve breakfast free from 7 am to 10 am.” He nodded as you walked past, Wilbur meanwhile turned to look at Technoblade. It seemed he had his red eyes on the couple the entire time they were dancing. He held up a room key, it was labeled 205; Technoblade nodded his head before leaning back and talking to Addie once more. “Dream!” You called throwing a hand up into the air, instead of Dream, Sapnap looked up he nudged Dream with his elbow. The man was now wearing his mask, but at least you could tell he was looking at you,

“Well hello, darlin’ you must be (Y/n). Name's Sapnap. Dream told me about you, so you have good news for us I hope?”

“Pleasure, I'm sure he told you all about me,” He nodded, his eyes taking in your body especially your ass. “Got you both a room key, your neighbors. Across from the other crew of pirates. Just don’t fight and we won’t have any problems.”

“You mean those jackasses are staying?” Sapnap complained loudly, looking over your shoulder at the other crew members.

“You both didn’t think you were the only patrons, did you? This is a business after all.” You, tossed the keys their way, Dream caught it with ease and Sapnap fumbled it only a little bit. After they were in their hands, you waved them off with a flutter of your palm you turned around to go speak with Judas about her set but before you could take a step you saw Schlatt stumbling up from his seat. “Ah shit,” You knew what was about to happen, you weren’t paying attention to the ram hybrid so who knew how many drinks in he was. You felt responsible, for a while you and Judas had been trying to help Schlatt with his addiction. You couldn’t help but wonder what exactly set him off for him to get this drunk, Quackity caught him in his arms with a grumble. The man was a drunken mess, and as you approached you could hear his slurred speech and could practically smell the alcohol on his breath. “Schlatt,” You spoke carefully and as soon as you got close Schlatt detached himself from Quackity and lunged at you. His head was buried in his chest, he almost purred like he was very happy to be there, you rolled your eyes and ran your fingers through his hair. You were mindful of his horns but he seemed pretty eager for you to touch them,

“(Y/n).” He whined although it was muffled against your ample chest, “Why do pirates have to fuck everything up?”

“What are you on about Schlatt? No one likes pirates.”

“They’re gonna take you away from me, sugar. You’re my safe space, this tavern is my safe space.” You sighed listening to his drunken ramblings, you grabbed his horns and pulled him away from your chest.

“This is my life Schlatt, I’m not going anywhere trust me. Plus my family is here, they need me. So try not to worry okay?” You slicked back the hair on his forehead before planting a fond kiss there, everyone in the tavern narrowed their eyes at the scene. Even your girls were green with envy, at the sight of their lovely boss kissing someone who wasn’t them. He leaned against your lips eyes fluttering closed,

“Well, well, well if it isn’t Captian Schlatt? Or ex-captain if I remember correctly.”

“What?”

You turned your head and felt Schlatt’s arms wrap around your waist and held you close to his chest. The touch was protective and you felt your heart skip a beat, why was he protecting you, and why did you actually feel protected?

“Has the drinking finally caught up to you? Or was it the fact that you lost your so-”

Was that Dream's voice?

“Shut the fuck up.” He snarled and you were shoved behind him into Quackity’s arms, you felt less protected. “I’m not that person anymore and you fucking know that,” Vendetta came to stand beside the both of you a hand was placed on your shoulder protectively. You knew she was desperately wanted to step in and you held up a hand to stop her.

“This isn’t good…” Quackity murmured, “They’re going to fight. Schlatt’s going to get himself fucking killed.”

“Calm yourself. We won’t let it get that far.” Ven grumbled eyeing you waiting for your signal. But you were lost in the conversation or argument, the two were having, you couldn’t believe Schlatt was a pirate. He was so...he just didn’t...he was a drunk okay? That didn’t exactly shout feared pirate to you!

“Oh, are you sure? I remember that look, that’s the look you’d get before you stomped someone’s lights out. No wonder your son disappeared under mysterious circumstances-” Dream was shoved against one of the poles holding up the building. He grunted and Schlatt’s arm was pulled back ready to punch, but his arm was stopped by smaller hands,

“Pardon me Mr. Schlatt but you know how we feel about fighting in our tavern.” Addie bubbled, she had a smile on her face but it wasn’t kind, it was full of warning.

“Get the fuck off me, sheepie. This doesn’t fucking concern you.” Schlatt shoved her away and as soon as his skin made contact with her body he made a sound of distress.

“(Y/n)...” Addie murmured quietly, your father’s dagger was embedded in Schlatt’s arm,

“Fucking hell you bitch!” He snarled baring his teeth, you glared at him twisting the dagger he yelled in agony.

“Touch one of my girls again and next time this dagger is going right into your back.” You ripped the dagger out, splattering the floor with blood. He grabbed his arm tightly and looked at you with slight betrayal in his yellow eyes. “I mean it Schlatt, Quackity take him home.” The man nodded looking at you longingly, he muttered a quiet ‘Sorry’ before escorting him out of your tavern. “You,” You glared harshly over at Dream, “Go to your room.”

“You’re not my mother.”

“Then find another play to stay.” You spat, he turned away and you looked over at Addie, “Are you alright?” Your voice turned tender as you cupped her cheeks. She nuzzled against your palms and nodded her head,

“I’m fine. You didn’t need to-”

“Yes, I did. No one messes with you. With any of you on my watch.”

The sheep hybrid made a little sound as her bottom lip trembled, she wrapped you in a tight hug which you accepted without hesitance. Judas walked over next and wrapped you both in her arms, pretty soon you were surrounded by your girls and Zig.

All of them had the same mindset: comforting both you and Addie.

It was good to be loved.

Wilbur watched the scene curiously and glanced over at Technoblade who stood up from his chair.

“I think that’s our cue to leave for the night.” He looked over at his first mate, Wilbur nodded in agreement grabbing his guitar from the chair beside Technoblade.

“They...Techno were they talking about Tubbo.” Tommy whispered to his brother, his brow furrowing in concern as they all climbed the steps up to their room, “You don’t think-”

“It just might be Tommy.” Technoblade tilted his head to the side, “Guess that’ll be something we ask him when we get back to the ship tomorrow.”

“Well, this trip is going to be way more fun than I thought.” Wilbur snickered lighting a cigarette, taking a long drag, before letting the smoke curl out of his mouth and up into the rafters. ~~~

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