#hearttoearth

[jay-and-joy-write-naruto]

Hard one: wed, bed, behead with our beloved boys hashirama, madara & Tobirama :3

Jay: THIS IS… YOUUU!!! XDDD Okay, Imma go for…. wed Madara, he is my number one babe okay!!!! I want to take Hashirama because he is SUCH a sweetheart!!! But… Madara is my husband! Then I’d bed Hashirama - best lover ever ok? so giving! Tobirama I am sorry, I would behead you (you’d probably hate me as Madara’s wife anyway XD

Joy: first of all, how dare you. Mmmmmmmmmm…wed Hashi, bed Tobi, and sadly Madz I’d have to behead you

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Once Upon A Time: Part One - The Invitation

Sebastian Stan Au

Sebastian Stan x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 1231

Summary: When Laura Blake receives a letter from her old friend Sofie Stan in New York, she doesn’t think much of it. Until the contents reveal that Sofie would like her son Sebastian Stan to marry Laura’s oldest daughter Hannah. Laura and Hannah couldn’t be more happy about the offer and decide to take you with them to New York, without mentioning a word about the engagement.On a stroll around Manhattan, you accidentally meet Sebastian and, without a doubt, accidentally fall for him too. 

But, can Sebastian go against his mother’s wishes? And what about Hannah, who has already fallen for the wealthy bachelor?

A/N: Here we go again! This is a story I’ve wanted to write for a long long time now, but I didn’t know how I should write it. Basically, this story is heavily based on the german classic Sissi! I’ve loved the movies since I can remember, but ever since discovering marvel, I imagined that story just a little bit more modern and of course with Sebastian! Some of you might not know the masterpiece that is the sissi trilogy so I wanted to bring the story to you, wrapped up in a modern AU! I hope you enjoy this story just as much as I love the movie! 

Enough said! Enjoy!!

Tagging my loves once again:  @starksparker​ @arawynn​ @star-spangled-man-with-a-plan​ @moonbeambucky​ @sgtjbuccky​ @jaamesbbarnes​ @buckybarneshairpullingkink​ @buckyforbreakfast​ @v-2bucky​ @buckisthatyou​ @hearttoearth​ @denisgurianov34​ @samingtonwilson​

Laura and Ben sat down at the table where an arrangement of different types of food were neatly laid out for breakfast, the two of them each taking something they desired this morning. As usual, Bed couldn’t help but to eat with his hands which set Laura off on a ramble about why he shouldn’t. “Why did I even get cutlery if no one except Hannah and I use it? You know Y/n has always been like you, but I want her to still be well mannered!” She sighted as Ben started to laugh. “Oh dear, you know that Y/n will always be a little bit freer spirited than you would like her to be, but that’s just how she is.” Laura couldn’t argue with that. Even though Y/n wasn’t as much of the lady that Hannah was, she could never stand in her way.

“Where are the two anyway?” Ben spoke, food still in his mouth. “Y/n is out with the dog and Hannah is studying in her room for her French exam.” Laura looked at Ben a little disgusted by the food around his mouth, but still smiling shaking her head. All though he wasn’t the most gentleman- like, he was still the love of her life and carried her on his hands wherever she wanted to go without question.

As barking erupted from outside the house, both running out, Y/n could be seen running alongside the dog. Laura, afraid that she might fall and ruin her new pants, partly hid behind her husband. “MAKE HIM JUMP OVER THE FENCE” Ben shouted while Laura hit his arm. “No!” But Y/n did what her dad told her and instructed for the dog to jump the fence. Both of them laughing and congratulating the dog on his jump, Laura went inside holding a hand on her forehead.

“He was so well behaved today, dad.” She told him as she removed the leash from the dog. “How about we go into the city today to get new Records?” Y/n couldn’t hold her excitement and hugged her dad.

Laura stood in the living room a letter in her hands. She opened it and read it while pacing around the room, coming to a stop suddenly. “HANNAH, COME HERE.” Laura shouted and immediately heard footsteps. Hannah entered the room a little concerned, but that was washed away as soon as she saw her mother smiling brightly from ear to ear. Hannah, the oldest of Laura and Bens two daughters, looked just like her mother. Long chestnut hair, blue crystal-like eyes and her posture graceful like her mothers.

“Hannah, I have just received a letter from an old friend in New York.” She held the letter close to her heart. “We’ve been invited to her son’s birthday, Sebastian.” Hannah couldn’t quite understand her mother’s excitement but was distracted by Y/n yelling from outside. “Mom!” Laura went over to the window, opened it and saw her youngest daughter standing outside smiling brightly. “What is it?”

“Dad and I are going into the city to buy new records and I wanted to ask if Hannah wanted to come with us?” Laura sighted. “No, she can’t right now, but have fun.” A little disappointed, Y/n turned and walked to the car.

Bringing her attention back to Hannah, she smiled with tears in her eyes. “My dear, Sofie, my friend has asked me, if you would be willing to get engaged with her son, Sebastian.” Hannah, visibly shocked, was unsure. “But when we last saw each other, he didn’t pay me much attention.” Laura took her daughters hand and guided her to the couch. “Yes, but you were only children back then. And the Stans are the wealthiest families in New York. Sebastian is one of the most desired bachelors in Manhattan and there is a reason why Sofie wants you to be the one to marry her only son. Oh, how lucky you are. But don’t mention anything to your father. It’s all a secret as of now.”

Hannah nodded. “But isn’t it a little suspicious if only us two are going to New York?” Laura thought for a while. “Yes, you’re right. Listen, let’s take Y/n with us too so that it seems like any other travel. Ben doesn’t like Sofie anyway, so we don’t have to worry about him.”

Sofie entered the library of the house, seeing Sebastian sitting on one of the reading chairs, immersed into another world. “Sebastian? I would like to talk to you.” Gracefully, Sofie sat opposite her son who has grown into a charming young man over the past few years. “You know that in our circle, marrying the right person is not just about choosing one you like. It could make or break our reputation, right?” Sebastian, now more focused about what his mom had to say, than the book, sat up straight and nodded his head. “And I don’t want you to make the wrong decision, one which you might regret later on.”

“Mom, I know that, but I don’t think getting married is one of the things I want to do right now.” He knitted his eyebrows together, unsure of where this conversation is going. “Maybe, but you’re at the right age, Sebastian and a lot of woman have expressed their interest, but you haven’t made a move. So, I took it upon myself to find someone suitable for you instead.” Sofie smiled brightly knowing that her decision was the finest she could have made. “But mom, don’t you think I should have a say in who I marry or not?”

“Well yes, but trust me, the woman I have chosen is everything you could ask for.” Sebastian still unconvinced that this was right for him questioned his mother even further. “The only problem is, is that I don’t know her.”

“But you do! You met her years ago in Italy. It’s my old friend’s daughter Hannah.” He thought for a while and a few memories came flooding back, just none of Hannah, only her father Ben. “You mean Ben’s daughter?” A smile crept its way across his face at the memory. “Yes, that’s the only downside of it.”

But it wasn’t for him though. He really liked Ben and thought fondly of him.

All the Blake family sat in the living room, each to their own occupation. “We’ve been invited to Sebastian’s birthday.” Laura said to her husband, who in turn scrunched his nose. “He’s the son of Sofie, isn’t he?”

“Yes, he is.” She smiled at Hannah who lifted her head as Sebastian’s name came up. “Don’t worry you don’t have to come. But Y/n, you’re coming with us.” Y/n peeled her eyes away from the television and looked at her mother. “I’m going to New York?” Her eyes sparkled at the thought of her favourite city which she hasn’t been to in a long time. “Is Chris going to be there too?”

“Of course, he wouldn’t wan to miss his best friend’s birthday! Do you still have the necklace he gave you in Italy?” Y/n thought for a while. “Oh, I’ll have to look for it.” Hannah and Laura shook their heads at Y/n’s ways of losing things. “When are we leaving, mom?”

“Tomorrow morning. So, you better find it tonight.” Y/n wasted no time and got up to pack her things, including the necklace.

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Epilogue: The Bosses

Title: The Boss of Brooklyn  A03 Story Link Author: @wordywarriorwrites​ Summary: When it comes to being The Boss, James Buchanan “JB” Barnes rules with an iron fist. For him, there’s no room for sentiment, and certainly no time for distraction, even if it is in the form of an old flame. Steve Rogers had bowed out of the life a long time ago, but a twist of fate brings him right back into the fold, and face-to-face with a man he once loved. When a game of cat and mouse turns into a matter of life and death, both will be forced to decide whether they’ll be loyal to the business, or faithful to each other. A/N: Bucky Barnes Mob Boss AU. Stucky. For: @star-spangled-man-with-a-plan Star’s Multi-Fandom Follower Celebration with the prompt, “Why did you do it?” & @sherrybaby14 Sherry’s Fall Into You Challenge with the prompt, “Show me. Prove that you can handle me.” Warnings: Language, violence, drug use, alcohol, smoking, explicit sexual content, illegal activities. *Re-blogs are welcome. Plagiarism isn’t. * 

10 Years Later…

Steve was prodded awake just after dawn by the incessant buzz of his phone.    

Blurry-eyed and annoyed, he lifted his head from the pillow, and reached for his cell. The screen indicated dozens of missed calls and texts, but Steve ignored the litany of messages, and shut the damn thing off.

He fully intended to go back to sleep, but when he reached out for Bucky, he found the opposite side of the bed empty. The sheets were cool, which meant he’d been gone for some time, but the mystery of his whereabouts was solved when the bathroom door opened, and the fresh, familiar scent of his soap and shampoo filled the air.

Sunlight had started to peek through the curtains, and the rays revealed a sight Steve knew he’d never tire of. Bucky’s hair was mussed, and rivulets of water trickled down his chest and abs until they were brought to a stop by the towel wrapped tightly around his waist. The terrycloth didn’t stay in place for long, and once the glory that was Bucky’s nakedness was uncovered, Steve wolf-whistled at him, and continued to explicitly and lewdly vocalize his appreciation as he dried off.

Bucky just laughed and shook his head, “Shut up.”  

“Come ‘ere and make me,” he taunted.

It wasn’t the first time Steve had issued such a challenge, and in the decade since they’d left Paris and returned to Brooklyn, Bucky had never once failed to accept. It took less than twenty minutes for them to rob each other of both reason and words, and by the end of it, they were both breathing hard.

“I think my soul left my body,” Bucky half-chuckled, half-panted.  

“Not bad for an old man, huh?”

“You’ve got awhile to go before you reach Senior Citizen status.”

“You sure you want to put up with me for that long?” Steve wondered.

A sharp nip to his ear – that was Bucky’s silent way of telling Steve the question was absurd because he already knew the answer. The assertive professions of love and the possessive series of kisses that followed only served to reiterate the commitment they’d made seven years prior.  

He and Bucky had merged their lives, hearts, and souls long before they’d ever signed a marriage license, and their matching, white-gold bands were the outward representation of their vows. They had pledged to love and honor each other, promised their happiness would always be put first, and swore they’d be equal partners in all things for the rest of their lives.

“I’ve been thinking about our anniversary,” Steve murmured. “Why don’t we get away for a while? A month warm weather, good food, and a whole lot of you making me shut up. How’s that sound?”

Bucky grinned and nodded in agreement, “Whatever you say, Boss.”

-fin

Everything: @jennmurawski13​ @nerdy-bookworm-1998​

Steve Rogers: @patzammit @hearttoearth​ The Boss of Brooklyn: @star-spangled-man-with-a-plan​ @jamesbarnesappreciationsociety​ @captain-rogers-beard​ @lilliannaansalla

[raisedbythewolf]

#hearttoearth pose or #uttanashishosana is something I love to do in the morning. It stretches out the shoulders and the spine so fine 😌 should bring my hips more over my knees though #yoga #yogini #personal #myyoga #yogaeverywhere #yogaeverydamnday #loveyourbodynomatterwhatyourbattle

[wordywarriorwrites]

Chapter 11: Strange Bedfellows

Masterlist: The Boss of Brooklyn A03 Story Link Author: @wordywarriorwrites Summary: When it comes to being The Boss, James Buchanan “JB” Barnes rules with an iron fist. For him, there’s no room for sentiment, and certainly no time for distraction, even if it is in the form of an old flame. Steve Rogers had bowed out of the life a long time ago, but a twist of fate brings him right back into the fold, and face-to-face with a man he once loved. When a game of cat and mouse turns into a matter of life and death, both will be forced to decide whether they’ll be loyal to the business, or faithful to each other. A/N: Bucky Barnes Mob Boss AU. Stucky. For: @star-spangled-man-with-a-plan Star’s Multi-Fandom Follower Celebration with the prompt, “Why did you do it?” & @sherrybaby14 Sherry’s Fall Into You Challenge with the prompt, “Show me. Prove that you can handle me.” Warnings: Language, violence, drug use, alcohol, smoking, explicit sexual content, illegal activities. *Re-blogs are welcome. Plagiarism isn’t. *

Cold. Unforgiving. Powerful. Destructive.

A forward rush of water, and then, a retreat right back into the abyss.

Bucky had been listening to the waves crash on the shore for hours and the sound soothed him. He was always hurried; always moving; always restless. Like the ocean, he never slowed down, not for anyone or anything, but now, everything was all of a sudden just so…

Quiet.

Alone, beneath the silk sheets, under the cover of darkness – that was when Bucky allowed himself to think about all he’d sacrificed and just how little he had to show for it.

Back in the day, the plan had been straightforward. Grow up; get initiated; become integrated; climb the ladder; be the Boss. Like some sort of fucked up, five-step program, he’d had everything planned out, and it had all made sense.

Bucky had put everything into the business, because to him, being Boss was more than just a title. Being Boss encompassed everything about him and defined who he was. It was his responsibility to see that the Families and the people of Brooklyn thrived. It was his duty to protect what was theirs and ensure the business survived for the next generation.

He’d worked hard for it, bled for it, nearly died for it – and it was a burden he carried with pride.

What he hadn’t counted on – what he hadn’t prepared for – was Steve. In their line of work, true friendship was rare, but they’d beaten the odds. From childhood up into adulthood, they’d had each other’s backs, but when it came down to choosing between his future and his best friend, he’d decided to stay the course.  

But Bucky hadn’t just slept with Steve – he’d taken advantage of him and broken his heart. He’d all but forced him to run away and allowed him to think it was somehow his fault. Out of spite, he’d let his men lay hands on the only person who had ever given a damn about him. He’d used him for leverage to forward his own interests; allowed an outsider to besmirch and almost murder him. And like the self-centered bastard he was, he’d had the gall to get all pissed off when shit fell through.

Everything he’d spent his whole life working for was slipping through his fingers and he only had himself to blame. He knew there was only one person who could help him out of his self-made hell, and though it pained him to admit defeat, he’d decided to go to Steve and collect the debt.

It should’ve been a straight-forward conversation, but when he entered Steve’s room, he found the man completely unhinged. Bucky had been ready order Steve – a man he’d betrayed -- to help him clean up the mess he’d made, but seeing him like that…

It had taken Bucky right back to that night. Back to that shitty, little apartment he’d had. Back to that moment when all the pieces had fit because for a moment, Steve had been his, and everything had felt so, so right.  

Eyes wilder and deeper than the Atlantic. Golden hair and tanned skin as warm as the sun. The wide expanse of shoulders; the tapered waist; the firm muscles that coiled. He’d seen the broken chair and bruised knuckles and lost control just like he’d had all those years ago…

Instead of putting out the fire, Bucky poured gasoline on it, and it all went up in flames.

He ripped Steve’s shirt. Sucked on his tongue. Palmed and stroked him through his jeans.

The denim was rough, but the flesh beneath was hard and hot, and he wanted it. He wanted it with alarming desperation that had him forcing his hand past the waistband and beneath Steve’s boxers. The zipper dug painfully into his wrist, but he didn’t care; he didn’t give one, single, solitary fuck, because this was what he wanted and he was going to have it.

He wasn’t sure who managed to work open the button and it didn’t matter. As soon as the pants were undone, Bucky pushed Steve down onto the bed, yanked the fabric that barred him past his hips, and dropped to his knees.

Like a junkie who needed a fix, he didn’t hesitate. He ran the flat of his tongue around the tip and along the vein that pulsed beneath. He took Steve in and down until his nose brushed the base of him. He wanted to devour him; swallow him whole; feel the ache in his jaw; remember the smell and taste of it later.

Steve’s erection throbbed and kicked in his mouth and seared Bucky from the inside. He needed more of it. He needed to scorch his palms with the memory of Steve’s thighs and ass tensing with every flutter of his tongue. He needed to singe his own flesh and he did so by using Steve’s body as a branding iron. Hot, hot, hot down his throat and across his lips and on the tips of his fingers and the back of his hands…

“Wait-wait-wait,” Steve chanted hoarsely.  

Bucky lifted his head and glanced up at him, “I don’t want to stop. Do you?”

Steve’s guttural ‘no’ was all the permission he needed. He picked up where he left off and it didn’t take long for him to let go and surrender. Bucky kept his eyes fixated on him because he was unable to look at anything else. The line of Steve’s body, the way his jaw dropped, how his abs and fists and eyes clenched, how relief spread across his features when finally gave in to his release.

The haze of pure, unadulterated lust hung over the room. It was as electric and lethal as lightening, and between one breath and the next, they were naked, and Steve was on his back atop of the cool, slippery sheets.

The snap and creak of the lube’s lid. Foreplay atop of even more heady foreplay. The crinkle of foil as the condom wrapper was torn. Harsh breathing. Guts all twisted and knotted up. The scent of sex and sweat and dryer sheets and lemon furniture polish.

Bucky wanted to take his time. He wanted it to be better than good, better than the first time, better than any time, because Steve had been hurt enough and for fuck’s sake, he just wanted to make it better. Just for a little while, he wanted to make it better.

Bucky just wanted to feel better and be better. He wanted Steve to make him feel alive again.

Steve furrowed his brow and gnawed on his bottom lip. His long, long lashes fluttered and sweat bloomed over his chest, and when Bucky was finally seated deep inside, he groaned and let out a ragged breath.

He wasn’t sure why he did it, but he searched Steve’s gaze, and tried to find something other than just consent, but there was nothing. No tenderness, no semblance of warmth. Bucky knew he didn’t want anything more than to fuck and be fucked and it should’ve comforted him.

But it didn’t.

Steve’s eyes were lust-blown and his dick was hard again. He whined low in his throat, planted his feet, and thrust up. Bucky rolled and snapped his hips forward in response. He let Steve set the pace and it was a punishing one that clamored and threatened to send the headboard right through the fucking wall.    

“This isn’t happening,” Steve panted. “And it doesn’t mean anything.”

Bucky grit his teeth and nodded, “Fine.”  

Steve lifted his head from the pillow, kissed him hard, and nipped at his lower lip, “Say. It.”

“This isn’t happening,” Bucky gasped into his mouth. “And it doesn’t mean anything.”

Bucky hadn’t meant to splinter apart -- hadn’t meant to be so weak – but regardless of what either of them had said, it had happened.

And it happened three more times.  

Once with Steve kneeled on the bed, his back pressed to his chest; the position had allowed Bucky to bury his face in his neck and fist him while he fucked him. He’d taken Steve bent over the mattress, body on full display and legs spread wide. Bucky had draped himself over him and planted his fists in the pillows for leverage. The final time, he had Steve straddled across his lap; right up close, mouth to mouth, hands everywhere, bodies straining and pounding and writhing…

Bucky couldn’t remember when he fell asleep, but when he woke, Steve was gone.

It had been three days since then. Natasha couldn’t reach him and Bruce couldn’t find him. They’d even tried to contact the old crew he ran with, but they hadn’t responded, and Bucky knew they couldn’t wait around any longer.

Out of the bed and into the shower. The pain, the regret, the self-pity, the memories, the sex -- he washed it all down the drain – and when he emerged, it was with both eyes open and his mind refocused.

“It didn’t happen,” he said to himself in the mirror. “And it didn’t mean anything.”

It was time for him to stop wallowing. It was time for him to step it up and get his shit together. It was time for him to take control, put plans in motion, and show everyone who was Boss.  

It was time for him to take back Brooklyn.

Chapter 12: Sabotage

Everything: @jennmurawski13​ @nerdy-bookworm-1998​

Steve Rogers: @patzammit @hearttoearth​ The Boss of Brooklyn: @star-spangled-man-with-a-plan @jamesbarnesappreciationsociety @captain-rogers-beard

[buckisthatyou]

@hearttoearth is this you? 😂

[wordywarriorwrites]

Chapter 8: The Fall

Masterlist: The Boss of Brooklyn A03 Story Link Author: @wordywarriorwrites Summary: When it comes to being The Boss, James Buchanan “JB” Barnes rules with an iron fist. For him, there’s no room for sentiment, and certainly no time for distraction, even if it is in the form of an old flame. Steve Rogers had bowed out of the life a long time ago, but a twist of fate brings him right back into the fold, and face-to-face with a man he once loved. When a game of cat and mouse turns into a matter of life and death, both will be forced to decide whether they’ll be loyal to the business, or faithful to each other. A/N: Bucky Barnes Mob Boss AU. Stucky. For: @star-spangled-man-with-a-plan Star’s Multi-Fandom Follower Celebration & @sherrybaby14 Sherry’s Fall Into You Challenge. Warnings: Language, violence, drug use, alcohol, smoking, explicit sexual content, illegal activities. *Re-blogs are welcome. Plagiarism isn’t. *

Four Months Later...

Slick walkways, sharply-pointed icicles, and bone-chilling temperatures.

The first gust of frost-bite-inducing wind had been a hard slap to the face, and even with all the seasonal-appropriate garb, Steve still couldn’t manage to keep warm. He hadn’t forgotten how brutal the weather could be, but he’d spent a long time in the tropics, and was struggling to readjust.

Fuckin’ Brooklyn…

Steve had run from it, tried to get the damn city out of his blood and bones, but both his former home and the past had come back to haunt him.

Even with all the careful calculation and planning, he’d gotten caught, and after a month of torture, he’d been forced to sign a “peace treaty.” The contracts had named him liaison for and ambassador to the Bosses, but in the months since pen had been put to paper, contact with the Families and Fury had been nonexistent.

They continued to keep him in the dark, and in addition to being kept out of the way, they’d voted to restrict access to the funds he’d amassed. Without money, he was trapped, but even if he managed to get out of New York, Steve knew he wouldn’t be able to get very far. They’d gone to great lengths to ensure he would stay put via confiscating his passport and cutting him off from all modes of transportation.

They’d shut him down and pushed him out, and as a result, life quickly became very lonely and mind-numbingly boring. The only person who still spoke to him was Sam, and with very little to do, the visits with his old buddy were consistent and helped keep him sane.

They always took turns choosing the meeting place, and for some insane reason, Sam suggested they get together at Old Glory Lookout. When Steve questioned it and remarked on the strangeness of the location, Sam left no room for argument and told him to, “just fuckin’ be there.”

The walk was a short, slippery one, but he managed to make it just before the agreed-upon time. Getting together at a place without central heating was bad enough, but when Sam approached cautiously and sans a good-natured attitude, Steve knew something was very wrong.

“There’s a lot of chatter on the streets,” he declared gravely. “And none of it’s good.”

Steve let out a low curse and listened intently as Sam continued to share the latest gossip. The rumors varied, but the most popular – and thereby most disturbing -- was that Steve was gearing up to take both JB and Fury down, and had recruited Sam to help him achieve his goal. As a result, they were being surveilled, and even though there was no proof of treason, the Bosses were ready to shoot first, ask questions never.

“How can I be a threat when they’ve cut me off?” Steve bit out angrily.  

“I think you’ve forgotten how badly people wanted you to be Boss,” Sam reminded him. “And from what I’ve heard, Fury’s crew is itching to change allegiance.”

“I don’t have a death wish and I sure as hell don’t want to start a war.”

“It doesn’t matter what you want – or haven’t you figured that out yet?”

He snorted and stared out at the water, “Whatever, man. It’ll blow over.”

“I don’t think so,” Sam countered.

“Why?”

“Because they’ve redistributed long-held territories and keep hiking up dues. They press issues best left alone and rivalries put to rest years ago have started up again,” Sam ticked off in a matter-of-fact tone. “Hell, even the loyalists are chafing under the new regime.”

“Sounds like a fuckin’ powder keg just waiting to explode,” Steve sighed.

“And they think we’re gonna light the fuse,” Sam muttered.

Any further conversation was cut off by the sound of a revved engine and the screech of rubber against pavement. Bits of tree bark and leftover dead leaves suddenly spewed into the air and the series of shots were muzzled, incessant, and well-aimed.

Without hesitation, Sam threw himself forward, and the ice-encrusted sidewalk meant there was no stopping the fall. Steve hit the ground hard, Sam’s weight collapsed on top of him, and the force of both punched the air from his lungs.

Another hail of bullets. A car peeling away. Everything quiet again.  

With a knot in his stomach and a lump in his throat, Steve carefully rolled Sam onto his back, and one glance into his vacant eyes was all it took for Steve to know his friend was gone.    

Sam had jeopardized himself by befriending him and had risked his own standing by feeding him information. As a consequence, he’d gotten caught in the crossfire, and whether he liked it or not, Steve knew Sam’s death was just the beginning.

He’d been dubbed persona non grata, but someone out there had believed the rumors, and while there was a lot of unresolved animosity, Steve knew the Families would’ve never done sanctioned something so haphazard. It just wasn’t how they handled things.  

A despicable act fueled by greed; a complete disregard for innocent bystanders; a public execution to incite fear and reassert dominance. They were the hallmarks of Fury’s modus operandi, and while Steve may have escaped the first time, he knew Fury never left behind witnesses and would send someone along to tie up loose ends.  

Tears welled hot and fast, and right on the back of it came a wave of bitterness and regret. It was far too late for should’ve, could’ve, would’ve, and the chasm Steve had been teetering on the edge of for months had finally, wholly, and irrevocably engulfed him.  

There was only one person he could turn to, and even though everything inside him was screaming not to, he retrieved his phone, and made the call.

“What?” Bucky answered acerbically.  

Steve kept the explanation brief, and after a lengthy pause, Bucky dictated terms.  

“If I do this, you’ll owe me,” he snapped. “And I choose the manner in which I collect on your debt.”

Steve clenched his fist and swallowed hard. He should’ve known Bucky wouldn’t let death prevent him from getting his due. Sure, he would see the body collected, if only for the sake of appearances, but if Steve didn’t agree to his demands, Sam would be deemed as nothing more than collateral damage. There’d be no reprisal, never mind a proper burial, and while he hated giving Bucky carte blanche over the situation, Steve owed it to Sam and would see it through.  

“Do we have an agreement?” Bucky prompted impatiently.

He sighed with resignation, and as soon as he said the word “yes,” the line went dead. Less than five minutes later, a crew arrived to retrieve Sam and clean up the scene, and a separate car came for him not long after.

Before he could meet and ingratiate to the Boss, he had to get cleaned up, which meant a quick pitstop back home. Though the hot water and change of clothes took care of the outward stains, nothing would wash away the blood on his hands and Steve knew he’d carry the shame and sorrow with him for the rest of his life.

Back in the car, the driver headed away from Bay Ridge and toward downtown Brooklyn. Steve had no illusions and the slow march toward the inevitable was accentuated by expensive Italian leather and tear-blurred cityscape. He knew whatever price Bucky exacted would obliterate what remained of his dignity, and the entire ride to the penthouse felt like one, long trip to the gates of hell.

He’d made a deal with the devil and selling his soul?

Well, that was just the cost of doing business.

Chapter 9: On the Run

Everything: @jennmurawski13​ @nerdy-bookworm-1998​

Steve Rogers: @patzammit @hearttoearth​ The Boss of Brooklyn: @star-spangled-man-with-a-plan​ @jamesbarnesappreciationsociety @captain-rogers-beard​ @lilliannaansalla

[wordywarriorwrites]

Prologue: Convergent

Masterlist: The Boss of Brooklyn A03 Story Link Author: @wordywarriorwrites Summary: When it comes to being The Boss, James Buchanan “JB” Barnes rules with an iron fist. For him, there’s no room for sentiment, and certainly no time for distraction, even if it is in the form of an old flame. Steve Rogers had bowed out of the life a long time ago, but a twist of fate brings him right back into the fold, and face-to-face with a man he once loved. When a game of cat and mouse turns into a matter of life and death, both will be forced to decide whether they’ll be loyal to the business, or faithful to each other. A/N: Bucky Barnes Mob Boss AU. Stucky. For: @star-spangled-man-with-a-plan Star’s Multi-Fandom Follower Celebration & @sherrybaby14 Sherry’s Fall Into You Challenge. Warnings: Language, violence, drug use, alcohol, smoking, explicit sexual content, illegal activities. *Re-blogs are welcome. Plagiarism isn’t. *

Steve stared down at the paperwork in his hands and snorted.

In this business, carnage was common because violence was both first and second nature, which was the reason why everything was run with military-like precision. Contracts first. Fists later.

Either way, blood was spilled.

The mob had never been taken down; they’d just adapted and evolved, which was how they survived. They were tacticians, businessmen, and politicians now, and that meant they were more powerful, influential, and effective than they ever were before. That’s how they ensured nobody stepped out of line or did anything without the long-play in mind and an end game in sight.

The Families, the traditions, the rules, the pecking order – they existed for a reason.

There was no such thing as an act of kindness; no greater good; no decency. Decisions weren’t made based on sentiment. Subterfuge had been woven and bred and beaten into their DNA. Who gave a shit about love, friendship, or doing the right thing when there was an empire to be maintained and money to be made?

He knew this went much deeper, was more than just optics, but after everything – the lies, the games, the bloodshed, and getting pulled back into something he never, ever wanted to be part of…

“Don’t mistake this for anything other than what it is.”

“Then, why?” Steve demanded lowly. “Why did you do it?”

“Because you’re mine,” Bucky asserted as he polished off his drink. “And I don’t let people fuck with what’s mine.”

Steve closed his eyes and shook his head. Those words would have made him drop to his knees five years ago, but now? Now, those words didn’t mean shit to him, because they didn’t come from a place where statements like that should come from. It wasn’t primal instinct, passion, or hell, even affection that made him say it.

The man sitting across from him wasn’t Bucky anymore – he was JB – boss of bosses.

And this was just business.

He nodded his head toward the contract, “You said you were ready. So, show me. Prove that you can handle me.”

“No,” Steve bit out as he tossed the paperwork down on the desk and got to his feet. “Not this way. Not like this – not now, not ever.”

Bucky stood up, “Excuse me?”

“You heard me,” he retorted. “And on top of that – go fuck yourself.”

When the gun was unholstered, Steve didn’t even flinch; instead, he made himself an easy target, extended his arms, and tauntingly jutted his chin.  

“We’re not friends and I sure as hell do not belong to you. So, come on, JB, do it – pull the trigger.”

Bucky’s three-piece suit, Steve’s faded jeans, and two pairs of unflinching, narrowed blue eyes. An opus of bitterness; a symphony of raging regret; a sonata of past sorrows; a melody of carnality atop silk sheets. The tick, tick, tick of the miniature grandfather clock on the desk and a hiss as the air conditioner kicked on. The faint scent of cigars from a previous sit down mixed with a hint of bourbon.

“I think you should reconsider the offer,” Bucky equivocated. “And how you speak to me. I’m not a man to be trifled with.”

“If you were any kind of man at all, you wouldn’t have even put that piece of shit contract in front of me,” he fumed. “It’s an insult and you know it.”

“You never could separate business from pleasure.”

Steve pressed his lips together and swallowed hard. It was a sucker punch and he refused to react to it. With nothing more to say, he headed for the door, but before he left, he paused at the threshold. If he walked out, there would be no turning back, but before he resigned himself to that cold fate, Steve looked over his shoulder at Bucky one, final time.

“You’re right, I never could separate it,” he acknowledged quietly. “But at least I would’ve put you first.”

What the slack-jawed, wide-eyed expression on Bucky’s face meant, Steve would never know, because with those parting words, he opened the door, and walked out. Chapter 1: New Blood, Old Flame

Everything: @jennmurawski13 Steve Rogers: @patzammit @hearttoearth

[buckisthatyou]

Oof fun! Thank you for tagging me babe!!!

This is what I’ve been listening to for these past few weeks

castaway - Yuna ft Tyler, the Creator

tiada akhir - Yuna

likes - Yuna ft KYLE

forevermore - Yuna

i’m sad - eli

worthless- eli

bright side of the moon - Christian French

head first - Christian French

call me your love - Christian French

coffee - beabadoobee

Tagging: @cravingmarvel​ @hearttoearth​ @thejemersoninferno​

I was tagged by @cuddlemeparker (thanks babey) to post 10 songs I’ve listened to a lot

These are in no particular order

Don’t Stop Me Now - Queen

Easier - 5sos

Little Black Dress - One Direction

Good Old-Fashioned Lover Boy - Queen

Seven Seas of Rhye - Queen

The Bitch is Back - Elton John

Your Song - Elton John

Bohemian Rhapsody - Queen

Walking On Sunshine - Katrina & The Waves

Doing All Right - Queen

I’m gonna tag @moonstruckholland @unholyhaz @90sroger @spidey-waffles11 @loveme-hollandx @apollopls

[wordywarriorwrites]

Chapter 5: Game

Masterlist: The Boss of Brooklyn A03 Link Author: @wordywarriorwrites Summary: When it comes to being The Boss, James Buchanan “JB” Barnes rules with an iron fist. For him, there’s no room for sentiment, and certainly no time for distraction, even if it is in the form of an old flame. Steve Rogers had bowed out of the life a long time ago, but a twist of fate brings him right back into the fold, and face-to-face with a man he once loved. When a game of cat and mouse turns into a matter of life and death, both will be forced to decide whether they’ll be loyal to the business, or faithful to each other. A/N: Bucky Barnes Mob Boss AU. Stucky. For: Star’s Multi-Fandom Follower Celebration & Sherry’s Fall Into You Challenge. Warnings: Language, violence, drug use, alcohol, smoking, explicit sexual content, illegal activities.

“You look like shit.”

Bucky grunted, unbuttoned his suit jacket, and settled into the cushioned seat. The three-piece Tom Ford hid most of the injuries, but it definitely couldn’t distract from the half-healed bruises that still marred his face, and Thor’s blunt assessment, though wholly unnecessary, was rather apt.

“What can I get for you gentlemen?” their host asked politely.

While neither of them had time for dinner, the restaurant had closed temporarily for their meeting, and politeness dictated they at least have a drink. Within minutes, they were served, and the staff disappeared into the kitchen to give them privacy.

“Tell me what went down,” Thor prompted. “Then, tell me what you want me to do.”

Bucky did the same song and dance with him as he’d done with the others. He gave limited information; said not to make any moves without his permission; made it clear focus was to be on business and nothing else. Though the scotch he nursed during their conversation was undoubtedly top shelf, Bucky couldn’t really enjoy it. He’d been backed into a fucking corner, and though it had been two weeks since the confrontation, he still couldn’t shake the rage.

After Steve reintroduced himself with his fist, Bucky had been hauled to his feet, and dragged out of the penthouse. He was wrangled into the elevator and confronted by two masked men who thoroughly searched him from head to toe. Once Bucky had been relieved of both the knife strapped to his ankle and the gun at the small of his back, they’d bound his wrists in front of him, and put a black hood over his head. The only way he knew they’d taken him to the parking garage was because the elevator announced it, and as soon as they’d stepped out, he’d been forced into the back of a vehicle.

Bucky had heard the tires squeal as they went down and around and felt the slight bounce that indicated they’d hit the street. Then, there’d been a series of turns before a long stretch that suggested they’d gotten on the highway. He knew he should’ve kept his mouth shut, but he’d been too pissed off for rationality, and what had happened as a result still made him flinch…    

As soon as the vehicle was parked, he was taken out of the backseat, and the hood was removed. Military-grade body armor; Magpul FMG-9; grenade and rocket launchers; computers; blueprints; at least a dozen henchmen – it was an impressive display and he knew Steve wanted him to see it.

His two babysitters muscled him over to a wooden chair, forced him to sit, and held him in place with a hand on each of his shoulders. It was some time before Steve rejoined them and that’s when Bucky made the mistake of opening his mouth.

“Can I get a fuckin’ rag or something?” he asked tartly as he tried to stem the blood that continued to leak from his nose. “Or do you want to throw your dick around some more?”

The person to his right punched him. The individual to his left joined in not long after. From there, they took turns. They moved from his face to his ribs and kidneys, which he was able to take like a champ, but a closed fist to the solar plexus stole his breath, and made him fall sideways out of the chair.

He was kicked and stomped repeatedly while he was down, and when Steve told them to stop, they didn’t obey. Seconds later, two shots fired in rapid succession, and instinct made Bucky cover his head and stomach to protect himself. When he finally peeked out from between his arms, he saw the bodies of his tormentors slumped in awkward, macabre positions.

Blood and bits of brain matter were splattered across the concrete, but nobody said anything; the corpses were simply taken away and he was put back in the chair. Moments later, another chair was brought over, and Steve sat down across from him.

“I have a job to do,” he stated. “And you keep getting in my way.”

There wasn’t a single hint of malice in Steve’s voice, but there was an uncompromising finality to it, and the point was driven home via a gun’s safety being released. A muzzle was then promptly nestled at the base of his skull, and that’s when Bucky knew the time for posturing was over.

The man he once called his best friend had always been calculating, but never quite so viciously brutal, and there was an unyielding, steely resolve about him that hadn’t been there before. Black clothing from head-to-toe; protective vest; knives strapped to each thigh; guns on either side of his waist. Broader through the chest; longer hair; a full beard. The combination of his physicality and his dress made him appear menacing, and his sheer ruthlessness meant Natasha had been right in her assessment.

Steve Rogers had changed and he was dangerous.

Bucky carefully lifted his head and met his eyes, “Why am I here?”

“Because you’re the boss, JB, and it’s your job to keep the rest of the Families in line,” Steve stated in a matter-of-fact tone. “Or can you no longer manage that?”

The insinuation made Bucky sit up a little straighter, but he didn’t rise to the bait. Instead, he asked what precisely Steve wanted from him. When he remarked he didn’t want anything, and that Bucky had already done enough damage, his curiosity was piqued. Bucky didn’t have to ask if the senator’s death had put a dent in whatever plans he had, because Steve was quick to clarify on his own.

“We’re keeping the wife for insurance and will take care of her with the job is done. In the meantime, tell Bruce to stop meddling, and keep everyone else at bay. Understood?”

The gun was pressed harder into his flesh, which made him agree to the terms, but Steve had long ago stopped taking him at his word. It wasn’t until someone brought over a tablet and Bucky was shown live footage of Natasha in her hospital bed and Bruce giving a lecture that he submitted.  

Steve nodded curtly and got to his feet, “We’re done. Now, get him the fuck out of my face.”

“Can I bring you anything else?”

Pulled out of his musings, Bucky cleared his throat, and politely declined. Thor shook his head and the server took their empty glasses.

“Remind me what we’re to donate for the fund raiser next week?” he asked as he retrieved his wallet and laid cash out on the table. “I need to write the check beforehand so Wanda doesn’t slit my throat.”

“It’s a silent auction this year.”

Thor cursed lowly, “Means I have to be there for the whole damn thing…”

Bucky stood, buttoned his jacket, and clapped him on the shoulder, “Yes, you do. So, show up on time, bid on something decent, and write a check before you get wasted, alright?”

“Yeah, yeah,” he muttered with a wry grin. “I hear ya’.”

After they both extended their gratitude to the restaurant’s owner, they shook hands, and went their separate ways. Bucky ran a few more errands downtown before he headed home. One glance at his inbox showed there were a million different things that required his attention, but for the moment, anything that didn’t pertain directly to business was put on the back burner.  

They hadn’t been able to keep a lid on it, and now, everyone knew Steve was back in town. They were aware of the botched take down, of what he’d done to Natasha, and how he’d ambushed The Boss. The whispers and rumors had already started and Bucky was fed up with being the punching bag.

He’d done as Steve dictated – he told the Families to mind their own and instructed Natasha and Bruce to stand down. With everyone else out of the line of fire, Bucky was finally able to focus, and the clarity brought forth all sorts of realizations.

He’d been distracted, lenient, far too indulgent, and those who worked for him and the Families had been allowed to run amuck for quite long enough. Mouths needed to be shut. Examples needed to be made. Dissention needed to be culled and it was easier to ensure cooperation when the consequences were dire. Deference was all well and good, but as Steve had demonstrated, fear was also a very powerful motivator, and could work just as well.  

In fact, sometimes, it worked even better.

Everyone could make an honest, unintentional mistake now and then – they were human, after all, and nobody was perfect. Such minor offenses would be met with an increase in dues and a hefty fine. Serious infractions would result in an immediate loss of territory, authority, and rank. The offender would be required to give restitution in whatever form Bucky saw fit, but they would never earn their way back into his or the Family’s good graces.  

Outright disrespect and disobedience – there were no second chances for that -- and anyone who wished to test him or provoke his wrath?

They’d be given a bullet and a shallow fucking grave.

Bucky had just finished putting together the missive when his cellphone rang. He recognized the number and when he answered, all he heard was a clipped, “let me in,” and then, the line went dead. This time, he didn’t allow himself to be taken by surprise, and once he confirmed it was Natasha, he disengaged the alarm, and opened the door.

“We have work to do.”

She smirked and stepped over the threshold, “Ready whenever you are, Boss.” 

Chapter 6: Set

Everything: @jennmurawski13​​ @nerdy-bookworm-1998​​ 

Steve Rogers: @patzammit @hearttoearth​​ The Boss of Brooklyn: @star-spangled-man-with-a-plan​​ @jamesbarnesappreciationsociety​ @captain-rogers-beard​​ @lilliannaansalla

[uchiha-iyo]

@thinktankgoldfish @mayasha-chan @hearttoearth

lemme smash. (just in case if you don’t know this meme https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-TcLxlkc2pA )

[wordywarriorwrites]

So...

A personal issue came up at the end of October. 

Long story short, I fell off the face of the earth.

It seems like I missed quite a bit, but I hope to catch up with everyone soon. 

My messenger isn’t working for some reason, so, I apologize in advance if I can’t message you or you can’t message me. 

@jennmurawski13​​​ @nerdy-bookworm-1998​​ @patzammit @hearttoearth​​ @star-spangled-man-with-a-plan​​ @jamesbarnesappreciationsociety​​ @captain-rogers-beard​​ @lilliannaansalla

[broccolitachi]

Thanks for the tag!

1. My ability to make friends and talk

2. My smile

3. My own jokes lmao

4. My writing

5. My positive outlook on life

:)

@uchiha-iyo @pyroinquisitor @sufferthesea @queen-of-sharingan @salty-kira @raendown @mikoxyami @lilysflowershop @hearttoearth @the-winds-of-sunagakure @ladyinasylum

Once you get this you have to answer with 5 things you like about yourself, publicly, then send this on to 10 of your favorite followers/ mutuals (non-negotiable, positivity is super cool!)

Tagged by: @tacky-sock

1. My hair

2. My hands

3. My eyes

4. My nose

5. My mouth

I am tagging @terrademon @booksfoodmusic-minion @any-name-i-try-is-already-taken @lorienlegacies4 @themissingchildfromhistory @twodemigodtraveleroflorien @unadulteratedpanic @alienstanner @wowthisissosad @goondis-and-the-plupples @istillliveinnarnia (I’m tagging 11 because why not)

[cravingmarvel]

Cravingmarvel’s Writing Celebration

If I had the words to say how grateful I am, I would write them down right here. But to be completely honest I don’t know what to say. I never thought I would get to this point.

A year ago I started my blog to read fan fiction, not to write it. But at some point all the scenarios I made in my brain needed to go somewhere, so I wrote my first Marvel Fan Fic Miss America. That’s right, that was my first fan fic ever but I put it on private because I thought it was bad.

I am going to share that with you so you can see how I started, that it wasn’t always like it is now and that I needed to be bad and learn, before I could improve.

I am incredibly honoured to have all 500 of you, thank you!

Now onto the writing celebration: 

Rules: 

The deadline is June 26! If you need more time, send me a message and we can talk it out, no pressure :)

You don’t have to be following me, but I would really appreciate it 

Reblog this post (liking this post doesn’t count)

Send me an Ask with the prompt number and character you want to write for

You can write for any character in the MCU!

One Prompt per person

Your fic has to be 500 words or more and please use ‘read more’ feature

If there is anything triggering, put the appropriate warnings above your fic!

We do not want underage smut, Tony x Peter romantically, Sibling ships, you get it.

Tag your fic with #cravingmarvel500 and tag me @cravingmarvel so I can find it! If I haven’t reblogt your story within 24 hours, please send me a message!

If there is anything you would like to talk about send me a message. If you’re unsure of the rules, need help with your writing or have something on your mind, please don’t feel scared to talk to me :)

Prompts:

Songs:

Love You Goodbye - One Direction

Listen Before I Go - Billie Eilish

Angela - The Lumineers

Let Me Love You - Ariana Grande

Make You Mine - PUBLIC

Flowers In Your Hair - The Lumineers

Undercover - Kehlani

(Use the song as inspiration for the story/plot line or intertwine the lyrics in your fic however you like. Examples: Heaven and Hell ; Leave Me Lonely)

Dialogue:

“Can you do this for me?” -  “If you want me to.”

“This is hideous!” -  “No it isn’t!”

“Something really weird happened.” -  “what?” -  “I woke up with braids in my hair.” / @khaleesi-marvel with Loki

“This isn’t working.” -  “it was never supposed to work.” / @ghostbusterkevin with Steve and Bucky

“You can’t leave me.”

“You fucked up.”

“You can’t blame me.” - “Yes I can.”

Places:

Coffee shop

Cottage

College

Bedroom

Kitchen

Garden / @buckisthatyou with Bucky Barnes

Forest

Cave

Tagging my muturals who I am grateful to have! I love you guys so much and thank you for sticking with me!  @buckisthatyou @noshitdanvers @sebbysstangirl @suz-123 @v-2bucky @aunty-peggy @magicangelstarfish92 @buckyforbreakfast @thewintersadie @jurassicbarnes @hearttoearth @buckybarneshairpullingkink @shurisneakers

[uchiha-iyo]

@hearttoearth @thinktankgoldfish

*tobirama voice* first of all anija, if that even is your real name,

[cravingmarvel]

I’m happier now that I quit my apprenticeship... this has been bringing me down for weeks.

Now it’s time to find what I’m supposed to be doing and live happier!

Shoutout to @buckisthatyou and @hearttoearth for talking to me about this. You guys are a blessing!