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lokiswifeduh · 9 months ago

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Doll, please

Pairings- Mob!Bucky x Fem!reader

Summary- Bucky is taken by the reader's ex-boyfriend. You go to save him, not knowing it was a trap.

Warnings- crime, violence, mention of drugs, angst, minor fluff, character being shot, cussing, torture, graphic violence.

WC- 2.6k

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James was taken, that was definite. The reason was still unknown. Of course, many people had motives. He runs the city. Being the head of organized crime. He had eyes and ears everywhere. He moved drugs and was the owner of most clubs, restaurants, and companies.

His only weakness is you.

However, Rumlow didn't take you. He took Bucky. You knew that for sure.

"Steve, please tell me you know a location. Something, anything?" The blonde looks down at the computer, wanting to give you some form of information. But comes up with nothing.

"I'm sorry, we still don't have anything."

You groan, putting your head in your hands and groaning.

"Boss' tracker went dark before he made it across the bridge into Brooklyn." Sam walks in, throwing the last known location that was printed down onto the table.

Your head perked up, running over to look over the information. "So let's go check it out." But Steve shakes his head, "No." "Why not?!"

He moves forward, getting slightly in your face. "Because that bridge has over five thousand people on it hourly." He throws the paper out of your hands and into the trash bin next to the door. "Buck may be missing but damn it I will not endanger you in any way in his absence." "But Steve-" "No!!" He shouts, making you flinch slightly. "You stay put where it's safe until we know why and or how he was taken." You let out a long breath, "Fuck this." Taking long strides you run out of the room and to your and Bucky's shared bedroom.

"Watch her." Steve mumbles, making Sam nod.

There was protocol, you knew that. If there was ever a reason why Bucky couldn't run things, Steve was the one who was appointed to take over. But just as Bucky would have it, Steve would never put you in danger. Which made it harder for you to help.

Or Steve would think.

You paced in your shared room, trying to think of ways you could leave, a way you could find your husband. You fiddled with the diamond ring on your finger when suddenly your phone pinged with a text.

You ran over to your bed, grabbing your phone with both hands.

CALL THIS NUMBER IF YOU WANT YOUR HUSBAND BACK ALIVE

You went to the dial pad, dialing in the number with shaky hands and pressing call. It rang four times before picking up. All you heard was silence before you spoke, "Hello, James?"

"Not James, sweetheart." Your heart stopped as you heard the voice of your ex. Brock.

"W-where is he? Is he okay? Is he safe?"

Brock chuckled, requesting to Facetime, to which you accepted; facing the camera up in an attempt to conceal your face.

He switched the camera around, revealing a dark and bloody room, focusing on some steel tools before he panned over to Bucky.

The state of your husband shocked you, making you almost drop the phone. "James?" His face was bloody, cuts and scratches tore his cheeks and jawbone.

His wrists were red, blood dripping from them as the wire that held him down cut into his skin. a knife was sticking out of his thigh, and his chest was adorned with deep lacerations that even you could tell needed stitches.

"Doll?" He lifted his head. His blue eyes had lost the sparkle they had not only a day ago as he looked into the camera.

"Hi love," Tears streamed down your face as you looked at how much damage and torture he had been put through. "I'm so sorry. I promise we're gonna come find you okay? I promise." You hiccuped, sobbing as you watched him grimace in pain.

"Baby don't come. Send Steve. Please, don't come-"

Your husband was silenced with a punch as you yelped. "Stop! Brock, please." The video was taken off of Bucky and went back to Brock. You could still hear him groaning in pain in the background as your ex-boyfriend smirked.

"I'll let him go. But I need you to do one thing for me princess." You gulped, hearing Bucky scream and protest as loud as he could in the back.

"What?" Brock punched Bucky one more time, silencing him.

That only brought more tears to your eyes as you gulped, seeing him give you an evil smile. "You, for him." "You want me?" "I will let Bucky go, as long as I have you in my possession."

You bit your lip, thinking it over. Wondering about how you would even get away. But in the back of your mind, the schematics didn't matter. All that mattered was Bucky being free, even if that meant sacrificing yourself for it.

"Where do I meet you?"

You once again could hear Bucky protesting in the back but tried to keep a straight face while looking at Brock. He smiled again, "At the corner of East 96th and Park." You gulped, realizing how close that was. Brock must've known where your and Bucky's shared home was.

"And you promise you'll let Bucky go right?"

Brock nodded, "For old times sake princess."

You thought it over for a moment, before wiping the still wet tears on your cheeks. "What time?" "You'll meet my men over there in an hour and they'll drive you to the location." "No," You shook your head. "My husband gets dropped off before I even think about going with you." "Ahhh," Brock sighs, turning the camera back to Bucky before landing yet another hit against his already bleeding cheek. "That's not how this is gonna work, sweetheart."

"Okay! Stop!" You screamed, "I'll be there in an hour. Just please don't hurt him anymore."

"Sounds like a deal." Brock sneered, ending the Facetime.

You broke down, falling to your knees on Bucky's side of the bed, clawing onto the covers. You could still smell the faint scent of your husband. The musky pine and balsam were almost gone as you laid on his side all night, crying yourself to sleep.

You had to do this. Steve and Sam were no closer to finding or retrieving him. And you knew they wouldn't let you go alone, or go at all. You just had to find a way to sneak out without anyone noticing.

Thankfully you still had an escape route from when the house was being targeted by HYDRA's men and you needed to get out for your own sanity.

You realized you had been crying, staring at the framed picture of you and Bucky on your wedding day. Looking over at the clock, it was almost time to meet Rumlow.

You slipped on some black leggings, putting on a long-sleeved black shirt and a jacket. Opening Bucky's nightstand drawer, you grabbed the Glock he kept in there and two hand knives.

Slipping one knife into the holster under your shirt and the other one in your boot. Finally hiding the Glock in the back of your pants under the jacket.

Now all you had to do was slip out without Sam, Steve, or any of Bucky's men seeing you. You knew Steve had for sure put you on lockdown.

You opened your door, seeing one guy turn the corner at the end of the hall. You stealthy moved, closing your door behind you, and walked to the other end of the hall, opening the usually locked door to the armory.

Thank god Steve had unlocked it earlier when they thought they had a location.

Moving to the computer in the corner, you disabled the cameras that were placed on your and Bucky's bedroom door. Shifting over you scooted one of the gun racks out of the way, trying not to make too much noise as it revealed a hidden door behind.

You silently thanked Bucky's mom for making an escape door in the brownstone.

Unhooking the latches from the door, you slipped inside the small space and closed it behind you, carefully descending down the ladder. You jumped to the bottom, opening a door to the alley.

The steam from the subway got in your face as you locked the door behind you, blocking your view. You felt a hard hit on the back of your head as you fell to the ground on your knees. You touched the back of your head, feeling the sticky blood on your fingers.

Another hit made you fall all the way down as you rolled over, looking at who your attacker was. "N-Natasha?"

"Night night...doll." One final hit to your skull and everything went black.

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The first thing you felt was restraints holding your wrists down. Pounding in your head made you not want to open your eyes. But you could swear you heard someone yelling your name.

Lifting your head with as much strength as you could muster you wearily did, squinting.

"Bucky?" You mumbled, still out of it.

"Doll? Wake up, honey. You gotta look at me."

You opened your eyes more, seeing a bloody, tied-up Bucky in front of you. "James!" You tried to stand up but as you did wire cut into your wrists and ankles. "Ah!" You screamed in agony as you looked down at your wrists which were starting to bleed.

"Doll, don't move, okay? It only makes it worse." Your eyes shot back up to Bucky.

"Are you okay? Where is Brock?"

Bucky shook his head, "He hasn't been in since they brought you in here." "Natasha. She hit me in the head." You remembered, wincing.

"I know," Bucky groaned, "I'm gonna fucking kill her for betraying me." You felt your head pound again, making you groan in pain once again.

"What hurts, baby?" Looking Bucky in his eyes, you saw the worry and guilt he held for this. "It's okay. I'm okay." But he could see the pain your body held. Blood dripped down your neck from the back of your head. An open wound was still bleeding on your forehead, and your chest heaved up and down as you tried not to cry. He vowed to protect you and here you were, tied down and bleeding.

"I swear, I will get us out of here, doll. I promise." Bucky gave you the best smile he could when suddenly the door opened. Revealing Brock, and the traitorous redhead behind him.

You kept your head high, not showing your distaste as Rumlow grabbed the front of your neck with his hand, bringing his mouth to the shell of your ear.

Bucky however did, pulling on his restraints which only made blood drip from his wrists more. "Touch her again and I'll have your fucking head, Rumlow."

Bucky's threat only made Brock laugh as he removed his hand from your flesh, allowing you to take a much-needed breath.

"This is how this is gonna go, Barnes." Rumlow walked over to a table, picked up a pair of pliers, and walked back over to Natasha, handing the rusty tool to her.

"You're gonna tell me the codes to that locked safe you have in Moscow. You know the one."

Bucky gritted his teeth, watching how Natasha pulled up a chair, playing with your hand which was still tightly wired down.

"Or what?"

Brock looks over to Natasha, giving her a nod. The redhead puts the head of the pliers on your index finger, pulling it backward, slowly ripping your fingernail back; eliciting a guttural scream from your throat.

"Stop!!" Bucky screamed, but the torture continued. Blood poured from your finger as you pulled and tried to twist away. "Okay! Stop! I'll tell you anything! Stop!!"

The rusty metal was released from your hand as tears streamed down your face.

Rumlow pulled another chair up, sitting in between you and Bucky. "Now that wasn't so hard was it?"

Bucky's brows furrowed in concern, looking only at you. "Doll, I'm so sorry."

You shook your head, "It's not your fault, Buck."

"So, what are the codes?" Rumlow looked over to your husband as Natasha slipped iron knuckles onto her hand. "Don't tell him." You groaned out, knowing Bucky would lose everything he'd built if he gave that information away.

"Shut up!!" Natasha screamed, slamming her fist into your face, the iron weapon hitting your cheekbone and nose, causing your head to whip to the side. You screamed, more tears coming to your eyes as blood started to pour from your nose.

"Stop!" Bucky screamed, "She doesn't know anything! She doesn't have anything to do with this!!" "Oh, but you do." Brock stood, walking behind you and maneuvering your face to look right at your husband. Your chest heaved as you couldn't breathe from your nose without blinding pain. Blood dripped into your mouth and your right hand trembled.

"And this lovely specimen is your only weakness."

Bucky shook his head, "I'll give you everything, just let her go."

But Brock tutted, also shaking his head in disappointment, "I need collateral, Barnes."

"You won't get anything out of me if you hurt her."

Rumlow laughed, "Oh, I bet I will." Moving out of the way, Natasha stroked your face three more times with the weapon, knocking you unconscious.

A tear slipped down Bucky's cheek, "Please, stop. You can have everything." He pleaded, not being able to take his eyes off your beaten and broken body. A sob escaped his chest. He hadn't cried since the day of your wedding, and this was breaking him to his core.

Rumlow moved the chair in front of Bucky. "What's the code."

Bucky gulped, "The code.." He sighed, closing his eyes, "It's her birthday." Opening his eyes, he glared at Rumlow. "It's her birthday." Brock grinned evilly, "Now that wasn't so hard, was it?" Standing up, he threw the chair to the side, moving over to you and cutting all your restraints off.

You fell to the floor, startling you awake. However you didn't move, your body not being able to gather the strength.

"I gave you the codes, Rumlow! Let her go!" Brock turned back, Natasha and him both standing at the door. "You really think I would let you both out of here alive?" His head pulled back as he laughed. "Not a chance, Barnes." Natasha opened the door, and ten men walked through all with guns, lining up in a row. "This city is mine now."

Closing the door behind him and Natasha, a loud speaker squeaked. "You have thirty seconds to say your goodbyes before the firing squad shoots you both to pieces."

Bucky gulped in fear, not noticing you lifting your boot to grab the knife that was inside.

"Doll, you gotta get up!" Bucky shouted, watching you struggle to pull yourself to stand. The ten men readied their weapons, aiming at you and Bucky. You were surrounded.

Finally, you pulled your body up, hobbling over to him with the knife as you tried to cut the wire from his wrists. "You gotta get out of here, doll." You shook your head, "I'm not leaving you." Tears streamed down your face, hearing Rumlow count down. "I won't"

"Doll, please." Looking up at Bucky finally, you let out a sob you had been holding. Ten seconds left.

"I vowed to stay by your side, Buck." Looking back, ten guns pointed at you. You knew what you had to do. "Doll?"

You dropped the knife, straddling Bucky's lap in the chair, wrapping your arms around his neck, and protecting his vital organs with your body. "NO! Doll, please!!"

The men cocked their guns. "Doll!! Stop!! Get up!!"

You shook your head. "I won't let you die!!"

Suddenly bullets rang through the air, but you kept your head down, your body shook into Bucky's as you felt two bullets hit. You screamed, still attempting to hold onto your husband. Bucky sobbed, "Don't do this to me." You looked up, shakily holding his face in your hands, "I love you, James Barnes." Blood dripped from your mouth, "Till forever and always." "Doll, please."

Everything went black.

Fin

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eat-limes-bitches · 1 year ago

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Hell Hath No Fury Like A Farmer Socrned

PAIRING: Female Rancher! Reader x Mafia Boss!Bucky Barnes

SUMMARY: When his lover is snatched from her ranch, everyone better watch out, and not for the reason they all thought.

WARNINGS: Cannon-level violence, mentions of blood, fighting etc.

Word Count: 1284

A/N: Wow here we are! My first AU! I had this idea while I was a work the other day and thought it was funny. Sorry if it is not that coherent but I tried. If you guys want to see more of this pairing send me some ideas! I'd love to try some more of these two!

Enjoy! <3

Divider by Rookthorne

James Bucky Barnes was known for many things, brilliant, cold, ruthless, fierce ruler of the Brooklyn mafia, amongst many other things. One thing he was not known for was his cool temperament when someone he cared for was in danger which is why his two most trusted men, Steve Rogers and Sam Wilson hesitated outside of their boss's office door, not sure how they would break the news. After sucking a deep breath, the pair walked into the room. Bucky sat at his sturdy redwood desk, feet propped up as he leaned back in his lavish office chair. His gaze snapped from the contract to his men standing in the doorway before returning to the papers in his hand as he spoke.

“How may I help you, gentleman?” His deep voice reverberated across the room.

“They’ve got her, boss,” Sam stated evenly, ice dancing across each word. Bucky was on his feet in an instant, staring down the mean in front of him.

“What?” He hissed, any other person in his company would have shivered at the venom lashing out of his words, but it just caused Steve to sigh looking his boss, his dear friend in the eyes.

“They got Y/n at the farm this morning. They just sent in a live video feed that Stark has pulled up in the conference room no-”

Before the words could finish leaving Steve’s mouth, Bucky was shoving past them and all but running down the hall to the conference room. He burst into the room to see Tony messing with the camera feed while the rest of his most trusted men sat around the table, staring at Bucky waiting for his reaction. Bucky walked over to his chair placing his hands on the back of it as he stared at the screen playing the live video feed of Y/n sitting there, tied to a chair with some plastic-coated twine, no doubt from the truck she was in earlier that morning.

Bucky’s eyes traced over her frame, looking for any injuries. If there was so much a hair out of place he thought as his ringed fingers gripped the plush material even harder, causing his knuckles to turn white. As he continued his assessment he landed on her face and it was then that he sucked in a breath, taking notice of how her once soft lips were now busted up and the small gash across the bridge of her nose. What caused him to let out a breath was the overall look on her face. She was livid. Her jaw clenched tightly, her once sparkling eyes dark with fury, he could practically see the rage pouring off of her. Evidently, the guards standing on either side of her took notice as they began to shift uncomfortably.

She's going to be fine. Bucky thinks to himself as he lets out a small sigh of relief.

Bucky pulled out his chair and sat down calmly, catching everyone in the room, including Steve and Sam who had joined the room just a few moments ago, off guard. He cocked his head sideways,

“Will you let them know that we are all present Stark? That seems to be what they are waiting on.” He spoke, his tone even and calm causing everyone to share looks as Tony patched in the audio.

“Afternoon Barnes.” A voice called out as a figure walked around from behind the camera revealing Brock Rumalow, the leader of the rival mob who had been fighting with the Barnes Corp. For many years.

“Looks like you are starting to slack, she was an easy grab.” Rumalow sneered as he approached Y/n, walking around her chair as he ran his hand up her arm and wrapping a hand around the back of her neck causing an even more crossed look to appear on her face.

“Such a shame, I don’t understand why you would let such a pretty little thing out of your sight.”

The atmosphere in the conference room was tense. Everyone knew about the sweet little cattle rancher Bucky fell in love with many months ago. He had finally brought her around during the Christmas party last month where she was loved by everyone who was able to talk with her. However, she was new to this world, his world and so everyone was worried about her the moment they heard she was taken, but watching her now, she didn’t seem the least bit scared, more annoyed than anything, causing confusion to ripple through the air, but no questions were asked as Rumalow continued speaking,

“I believe she has a few things to say to you, James.” He crowed walking away from Y/n with a pat on her cheek, returning to his position behind the camera while she let out a loud huff.

“Yeah, I got some things to say alright. If you aint here in the next hour, I’m gonna be walking home myself. I got a mare due any day now and these asswipes didn’t bother to close the cattle gate after they got me so now all the cattle are probably running amuck stressing out poor Parker.”

Bucky let out a soft chuckle, only Y/n would be worried about her poor farm hand while she sat tied down to a chair by her boyfriend's rival gang.

“I got the location of the camera Buck,” Tony calls out from behind the computer, “It’s only a few blocks away, in that old warehouse on the junction of 5th Avenue and Bakers Street.”

Bucky brushed invisible dust off his pants and started to speak when there was a large commotion coming from the video feed.

Everyone watched in pure shock as Y/n snapped the twine holding her in place, jumping up and kicking a chair at one guard and wrapping the now wrecked twine around the other's neck yanking him down to the ground, his skull hitting the floor with a sickening crack.

Once the guards were dispatched, Y/n glanced to her left before darting off in that direction, the shock of her escape must have finally worn off of Rumalow because everyone, except for Bucky, jumped to their feet as gunshots began ringing out behind the field of view of the camera. There is a loud metallic “thwang!” before Y/n returned to view, holding an old shovel with a small smattering of blood on it and an even more disgruntled look on her face as she examines her once clean cream and blue plaid shirt that was now ruined by a few small patches of blood.

Bucky smiles as he hears a few curses leave her mouth along with a “I just got the blood out of this shirt”.

Y/n then walks up to the camera, letting out a huff as she picks it up and starts making her way towards the side exit. She glances down at the camera before she starts speaking,

“By the looks of it, you have 45 minutes to get here before I start walking, which believe me you do not want me doing that. ‘Cause I swear to God and all that is holy James Buchannan Barnes if that foal is on the ground by the time I get back I’m whooping your and everyone else in that room's asses.”

Bucky chuckles and stands up looking at Sam and Steve as he motions for them to come with him to the garage to pick up Y/n.

“It looks like she had them after all.” Bucky muses as they enter the elevator. The other men nod in agreement as Sam then says, “Remind me to never piss her off.”

#bucky x you #bucky x reader #bucky barnes x female reader #bucky x female reader #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes #mafia au #mafia boss!Bucky x Rancher!Reader #mafia bucky x reader #mafia bucky barnes #mafia bucky x you

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mxtantrights · 1 month ago

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mob!bucky has a bone to pick

a/n: something short and sweet (yes it's stemming from that album) for the bucky girlies of which I am one. Deep in the trenches of 2am-3am I scroll on this site and try to gather fics like I'm a hunter gatherer. anyways this is just an idea, if you wanna see more send in something to the inbox!

this story is gonna feature things like: the mob, antiquated ideas of marriage, mentions of 'ownership', anti-feminist treatment of women. if that isn't your fancy you don't have to force it!

bucky barnes x fem!reader (exes to lovers)

He wasn't supposed to see you. You had tried your best to make sure of that. You were in baggy clothes, you hair was tied back and a hood covered the top of your head. The crowds of people did help to blend you in. Somewhat.

So here you are, trying to see what this asshole is up to. Not Bucky, no he's not the one you'd refer to like that. Idiot maybe. Stalker, if you were feeling mean. But not asshole.

No, that right is reserved for Brock. The piece of shit that had offered to marry you first when you father put out the offer. Offer. You can't believe this is your life.

You know who you father is. You've known since you were a little girl. The guards. The meetings. The constant sweeps for surveillance.

But you had told him that you wanted no parts in it. As soon as you were eighteen you took all the money you made during summer jobs and moved out. You went to a local college, got your degree, and got your first job all on your own.

Life had other plans apparently.

Apparently your dad's business was in need of a merger. Something about acquiring more men, more property, etc. And that's where Brock came in. He was willing to give up some of his earnings in order to trade up in his positions. No he wouldn't be a boss or even an underboss. A move like that is more complicated than a business deal.

He would be a husband. A husband in waiting. He wasn't willing to go about things the right way, so he has to be a rat about it. Marry you and hope that something happens to your dad. Or make it happen himself.

You happen to be one of two first born daughters in this business. And you weren't even in this business. Brock must have struck out with Monica.

There he is. Brock. He's sitting across from one of his associates in a luncheonette. That smug asshole has some sort of marriage contract with your name on it and is acting none the wiser.

You get up from the public bench and head into the luncheonette. You take a booth on the other side. The way you sit, Brock has his back to you but you see him clearly.

The waiter gives you a water and a few minutes with the menu. It's not like it mattered, really. You'll just order whatever tea they have and a side of whatever pie they have. You weren't here for the food.

Time seems to move slow. Brock and whoever he's talking to seem chummy. Joking about this and that. Probably not even talking business at all.

A plate is placed down in front of you. Then a mug. You start to thank the waiter when you realize you hadn't ordered yet. You look down at the pie. Apple. And you look over at the mug, the string hung over the side with the flavor label.

You take the label into your hands and turn it over.

Peppermint. Your favorites.

He slides into the booth all stealth and cool like. It ticks you off just a little bit. You take him in. His hair is less neat looking that usual. A black zip up jacket is what he's wearing which isn't part of his day-to-day.

"What's the plan, huh?" he asks.

You roll your eyes, "I don't know what you're-"

"Why are you following Rumlow?" he cuts you off.

"Why are you following me?" you assert right back.

He tilts his head to the side. As if to tease you or test you. You're not sure. But something on his face is smug. Like he thinks you should know why he's been following you.

You give up first.

"I'm gonna slip into the kitchen and put arsenic in his food." you answer.

Bucky cracks a smile at that. A sight, you're told, is very rare. You're not sure you believe that when you can count on both hands how many times he's smiled in your presence.

"How will you know it's his food?" he asks.

"I'll pay off the staff. You ask a lot of questions., you know that?"

"I'll like to know the details when I'm an accomplice to a crime."

Your eyebrow raises, "You're helping?"

"Brock's had it coming. I figure this is like karma or something." he answers.

Then he pushes the plate of pie close to you. You grab the rolled up napkin and slide out the fork. With the fork in your hand you stab a piece and bring it to your mouth.

"Anything in particular he did?" he asks.

You chew and shake your head.

"He made a deal to take my hand in marriage without my knowledge."

At your answer, Bucky goes rigid. Like he's seen a ghost. You put your fork down. And you take him in now. Fully. Past the all black attire of the night. There's dark circles under his eyes. His lip healing from a cut.

"Bucky?"

"Let me do it." he speaks.

You sit back in the booth. You couldn't let him do this for you. If you did you would be starting something in this business. You'd owe him too. Not that you think Bucky would ever use this against you.

You can't let him help you. If he helps you, you're in this for good. No way out.

But you have a feeling that Bucky's not really asking. You know him. That's what you get for secretly dating him when the both of you were teenagers. He'd go to war for you.

You can't let him do that. Not for you.

#marvel x reader #marvel blurb #mob!bucky #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes blurb

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klaus-littlestwolf · 4 months ago

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I’ve considered this now. Sam wouldn’t like it at first but he’d get way too into it and end up joking around with the kids. He would also help some moms start a petition against school lunches cause they’re all not just terrible for the kids but nasty af!

Steve would be terrible at it, he can’t cook to save his life and he would be too nice to all of the kids-writing down all their complaints as if it’s his actual 9-5 that he needs to improve upon.

The only real choice in my mind is clear. The perfect grumpy lunch lady who would never be swayed from his actual job and would scare not just the children but all of the teachers as well, someone definitely needs to make art of this just for the image I’ve got in my head of him threatening people with whisks and potato mashers

Without further ado, I present to you for your lunch time terror…

Lunch Lady Brock Rumlow…eternally angry and won’t stop eating the food!

Hiii!!! I was wondering how Mafia! Bucky or CEO! Bucky might react to their chosen girl being a single mom… I am a young single mom, so I’m always curious to see how they would react to it.

I love your writing so much!! Thank you for sharing your words and ideas with us🥰

First, mom to mom, sending you an air hug and I appreciate the kind words.

And oh, nonnie, I absolutely adore this for mob!Bucky. Not that I wouldn't love it for CEO!Bucky, but something about a terrifying and powerful man in a dangerous world who is down bad for the reader and adores your child? Yes, please.

Something about you two brings out his loving and protective side. Like why are you alone? What happened to the dad? He doesn't have kids, but knows it isn't easy to raise one. And he admires how strong and resilient you are, but who takes care of you on the hard days?

You better believe there will be security detail at all times. He needs you to be safe. Oh, your child sad because he or she wants Bucky to come over and read a bedtime story? He's ending whatever he has going on, grabbing his keys, getting a stuffie along the way, and making sure to read the best bedtime story ever. Your bank account is full. He makes time for the both of you. Doesn't matter that your child isn't biologically his, that's his kid, too.

The two of you are his family and that's that.

This could be a thing, right?

Love and thanks! ❤️

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huffelpuff210 · 9 months ago

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His Girl Part 1 Soft Dark Mob Boss Steve Rogers x Innocent Reader

His Girl Part 1

Soft Dark Mob boss Steve Rogers x Innocent reader

Warning: Violence, blood, beatings, mild language, obsessed Steve, Protective Steve, Angry Steve, Controlling behavior, age gap,

Summary: You, Steve and Bucky have been friends for a long time, You are pretty much Bucky’s little sister what happens when Your brother puts you in harms way.

You were in your flower shop sorting the flowers, Starting the day when You look at the roses, Your smile falls, Remembering the day you lost your parents,

Your parents were florists just like you but they worked for the mob, Whenever they needed flowers for parties or funerals or special occasions your parents were the one’s to call, they were like family to the mob,

When you were just five your parents hid you and your brother in the closet, when they were executed in cold blood,

Bucky’s father who was the right hand man in the mob your parents worked for found the two of you,

They knew they couldn’t risk putting you and your brother in foster care so he took you both in as one of his own,

You grew up in the mob, but you were never a part of it, Bucky Now Steve’s right hand man was like another brother to you, Very over protective brother, Scaring away any boy who even dared to look your way, Steve however treated you like you were made of glass, Sure the two men were much older than you, You were only twenty, But you never payed attention to those details,

After you turned eighteen you took over your families business, Your brother however, he never could stay out of trouble even though he was older than you,

The bell to your shop rings bringing you out of your thoughts, You look over your shoulder to see Bucky, He checks in on you everyday just to be safe he says,

“Good morning doll.” He says

You smile at him as you walk towards him,

“Good morning.” You smile up at him since he is taller than you, and built like a brick house.

You however are small and petite, He always tells you that you need to eat more.

“Do you know where your dimwit brother is I haven’t seen him all day.” He says

You shake your head,

“He’s been dodging me.” You say with a sigh,

“That’s odd.” He grumbles,

“I’ll take the sunflowers by the way.” He says

You chuckle

“You don’t need to buy something everyday you know.” You laugh

“Sure I do, your my little sister after all.” He says

You giggle

Giving him a bouquet of sunflowers,

“Besides I just put them in Steve’s office anyway.” He says

You roll your eyes,

“How romantic.” You say

“Smart ass.” He says

You giggle,

“I’ll see you later alright, stay out of trouble.” He says kissing your forehead,

“I’ll try.” You giggle

He leaves, You busy yourself with all the flowers in the shop most of the day was pretty dull that is until your brother storms in,

“Jeremy? Where have you been?” You ask rushing over to him, You see his face is badly bruised and blood,

“Oh my god what happened?” You say checking his face,

He grabs your hands, in his large hands.

“We don’t have much time, You have to know I tried to reason with him.” He says in a panic

“What are you talking about?” You asked a bit worried,

“I need to hide you and quick.” He says taking your hand, dragging you in the back of the shop,

“Your not making any sense.” You say worried

“I got in to deep Y/N! they are coming after you for collateral!” He says

“What?” You stop in your tracks,

“I’m so sorry I didn’t mean to bring you into this.” He says

Suddenly you hear the bell to the store chime a bit roughly meaning someone yanked open the door with a lot of force.

“Oh Y/N, I know your hear, your big brother told us exactly where to find you.” You hear an familiar voice, Brock is someone familiar to you Steve has had run ins with him a few times.

You look at your brother horrified,

“H-How could you-” You began,

“I don’t have time to explain we need to get you out of here.” He says dragging you out the back only to be met with two big men,

Your brother blocks you from the,

“Going somewhere?’ You hear from behind you. You see Brock smirking at you,

You can feel your heart pounding against your chest,

“Hello Y/N beautiful as always.” He says smirking at you

You glare at him,

“What are you doing here?” You ask as you glare at him,

“I think your brother already explained to you the details.” Brock says smirking at you,

He tries to grab you but Jeremy blocks you from him,

Brock sighs snapping his fingers where two of his goons jump him, punching and kicking him to the ground,

“No, No stop I’ll go just leave him alone!” You yell, he motions for his goons to stop, Jeremy stands you hug him,

“Get Steve,” you whisper. He nods

Brock pulls you away from your brother, his grip tightly on your upper arm,

He shoves you into the SUV

You knew the rumors about Brock and his Mob, Brock was notorious for beating his wife, killing his men without a second thought, wrecking havoc. He had no respect when it came to his men and the public,

You knew Steve however he had everyone from the police to attorney's in his pocket,

He will turn Brock’s operation upside down to get you back, You knew that for a fact,

One of Brock’s men place a handkerchief to your nose and mouth, You struggle but still breathe in the fumes and you fall into a deep sleep.

Jeremy ran as fast as he could to Steve’s mansion, The men at the gate knew him since he’s been in Steve’s crew for a few days, He runs to Steve’s office where he is having a meeting with Bucky and Sam, all the men look in his direction,

“Dude do you know how to knock?” Sam says

“I’ve been looking for you all morning where have you been?” Bucky says glaring at him,

Bucky was tired of his excuses, He was only letting him in Steve’s crew for a favor to Y/N but all the men stop when they see his condition and the pure panic on his face,

“What the hell happened to you?” Sam asked

Steve just sat at his desk slightly annoyed,

“They took her.” Jeremy says

Everyone in the room freezes,

“They took, Y/N.” He says

Steve stands up, stalking over to him, Steve towers over him glaring at him,

“What did you do?” Steve asks in a menacing voice,

It was no secret that Jeremy always brought his problems to your doorstep,

“It was Brock and his men.” Jeremy says

“That’s not what he asked you.” Bucky says glaring at him

Jeremy froze,

“Well?” Sam says

Steve lost whatever patience he had left grabbing Jeremy by the collar.

“What did you Do?” He asked

“I- I uh gambled... More than I had, And He took her.” Jeremy said,

“You what!?” Bucky says

Steve holds up his hand Stopping Bucky, Steve glares at him,

“Your sister gives you to many chances,” Steve says as he glares down at him,

He shoves him to Sam,

“Get him the hell out of here.” He says

“W-Wait Y/N She need-” He began,

Steve glares over his shoulder at him, making him clam up as Sam drags him out of the office,

“We need to find her, Who the hell knows what Brock is doing to her.” Bucky says in a worried voice,

Steve growls,

It was no secret to Bucky that Steve was in love with her, But he knew this business could get her caught up with the wrong people, Exactly what Steve and Bucky tried protecting her from, But it looks like that was all out the window,

“He’s probably got her at the Docks,” Bucky says

Steve nods,

“Get everyone ready, Brock has been a thorn in my side for far to long anyway.” Steve says

Your heavy eyelids slowly flutter open, It was dark,you smelled a musty smell, You try to move but realize you can’t, Your hands are tied behind your back as you sat on a chair.

“Good morning sunshine.” Brock says smirking down at you, You just glare,

One thing Bucky and Steve always taught you no matter what never show fear.

“Lets talk about your friend Bucky shall we?” He says with a smirk

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holylulusworld · 11 months ago

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Indecent Proposal (15)

Summary: Your boyfriend wants to be part of their empire. You are the pawn he’s willing to sacrifice.

Pairing: Mobster!Stucky x fem!Reader

Warnings: sexy mobsters, fluff, established Stucky, angst, implied smut, caring mobsters, pregnant reader,

Indecent Proposal (14)

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You freeze the moment your eyes land on the man interrogating you not weeks ago. Brock Rumlow stands right in front of you, eyes dropping to your middle.

“What do we have here?” He dips his head and smirks. “I see you didn’t waste time, Ms. Y/L/N. So, the rumors are true. You moved on really quickly, huh? Maybe we should investigate your boyfriend’s death again and dig a little deeper this time.”

“I told you; he wasn’t my boyfriend when he died,” you try to not sound too scared. “Scott and I parted ways on good terms. We just didn’t work out. Please just leave me alone. I have nothing to do with what happened to him.”

“I don’t believe a single word leaves your lips,” Brock sneers. “They instructed you well. You’re a damn good liar. I wondered why they are so interested in you.” He dips his head to look you up and down. “Your cunt cannot be the only reason. Do you have a connection to the mob, or…”

“Detective,” Steve steps in front of you, blocking Brock’s path. “What brings us the pleasure of your presence?” He has a dangerous glint in his eyes when he looks at Brock. “Do you need diapers or a pacifier?”

“I didn’t take you for a diaper lover,” Bucky steps behind Brock. “No kink-shaming, Detective but this is not the right store to buy you stuff. It’s for babies only.”

“What my polite husband tries to tell you,” Steve sizes Brock up, and narrows his eyes, “is that if you don’t stop harassing our wife, you will regret that you were born.”

“Is that a treat?” Brock cocks his head to glance at you standing behind Steve. “You know that I’m a cop, right?”

Steve crosses his arms over his chest and straightens his back to look even taller.

“Not a treat, Detective,” he says lowly. “It’s a promise.”

“How about we call our lawyer and your boss,” Bucky nearly growls. “I bet they’d love to explain the law and your job to you again. I don’t think that harassing a woman at a store is in your job description.”

“I bet he believed Y/N was alone,” Steve curls his upper lip. “Maybe you would rather be alone with me.” His features darken, and he drops his eyes to the badge in Rumlow’s hand. “We could have so much fun.”

“Maybe he’s scared of being a bottom,” Bucky snickers behind Rumlow’s back. “He’d look good with a collar around his neck, don’t you think Stevie.”

“I’m not one of your boy toys,” Rumlow sneers. “You will pay me the needed respect. I have the right to investigate the death of Scott Lang and to interrogate his ex-girlfriend. We all know you killed him to get the girl.”

“Well in that case,” Bucky leaned closer to whisper the words, “you’re a very brave man for messing with our girl while we are in the middle of shopping for clothes for our baby.”

“Someone might call it suicidal,” Steve adds. He puffs his chest and stares Rumlow down. “We hope you have a wonderful day, Detective. Maybe we can continue our conversation another time.”

“We are terribly sorry, but there are more important things we need to take care of today,” Bucky steps closer to you to wrap his arm around your shoulders, offering protection. “If you’d please excuse us now, Detective.”

“Wait, I’m not done—” Rumlow huffs. He can only watch you; Steve and Bucky walk away. You’re trembling and breathing is harder as you are scared to hell and back.

“You need to breathe for me, doll,” Bucky whispers as he guides you toward the entrance. “We will drive home and come back later.”

“I should’ve planted a bullet to his brain right there, in the middle of the store,” Steve grits out. “How dare him to even look at our girl!”

“You called me your wife,” you sniffle and wipe your eyes. “But we aren’t married, and I don’t think that’s legal. I mean…you’re already married to Bucky and I’m just…”

“You are our wife,” Bucky stops you from doubting your role in your relationship. “We will have a nice ceremony. You can wear a pretty dress, all white and innocent.” He purrs and nuzzles your cheek. “Only for me to rip the dress off your body.”

“Buck,” Steve clears his throat. “We will plan a wedding later. For now, we need to take care of Y/N. And later…”

He doesn’t say more, but you assume they will do something about Brock Rumlow. You only fear their solution will be final, and get them into more trouble…

“Romanoff, leash your dog and keep him away from our girl or we will put it to sleep,” Steve spits while talking. He yells loud enough to make his husband flinch. “He talked to our girl in the middle of a store. Rumlow is out of control!”

“I’m not his mother nor do I have control over him,” Natasha bites back. “I covered your crimes for years. I’m loyal, and you know it. It’s not my fault Rumlow won’t stop sniffing around. He’s like a dog with its bone.”

“You’ve got one last chance to stop him. If not, we will take care of him,” he says, and steps closer to Natasha.

“I can’t,” she sighs and shakes her head. “It’s too much to ask for.”

“Don’t act as if you are doing us a favor. We pay you well and make sure you are safe for years,” Steve points out.

“I did you more than one favor,” she argues and points at Bucky. “How many times did I save your ungrateful asses from getting arrested?”

“All right, well, let me rephrase that, then,” Bucky says and gets his gun out. “You make sure that Rumlow stops scaring our girl, or we will take matters into our own hands. This includes letting everyone in your life know about your dirty little secrets.”

Natasha blanches. She swallows audibly, feeling like a lamb among wolves. So far, Steve and Bucky treated her like an equal, but she’s close to losing their protection and the money she got used to.

“I’ll try,” she sniffs. “Give me a few days. Maybe I can find a way to get rid of him without killing him. I only need to find his dirty little secrets.”

Bucky nods, and hands Natasha an envelope filled with money. “You have a week,” he says. “We want to continue this fruitful business relationship. Don’t fuck this up.”

“Hey, he won’t hurt you, or get close to you, doll,” Steve softly speaks to you while his husband tugs you into bed. “We promise to take care of him.”

“The detective working for us will help us,” Bucky hastily says. He doesn’t want to tell you that they already planned to get rid of Rumlow if Natasha doesn’t find a way to make him stop.

“He scared me, is all,” you whisper and snuggle into the pillow. “I believed he would arrest me, or you.”

“No one will part us, Y/N,” Steve says. “And no one is brave enough to try…”

Part 15.2

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How Brooklyn Was Brought To Her Knees - Chapter One: The Escape

author's note: hello lovelies!! here's part one!! i know it's a shorty but you can expect part two next week!!! I'm trying to take it slow because I'm sooooooo scared oops -- and lets all pray I can keep up this schedule and hopefully make these chapters a little longer for you guys :)

word count: 1.7k

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I remember the cold. It seeped into your bones and tickled in the insides of your ears. It blew whispers and promises of a swift death.

The sun either never set or never rose. It was almost mocking the times they shoved me back on the cargo plane, dooming me to eternal day or night with no care in the world. My favorite trips were the ones home – at least home-adjacent. Whether it was Kansas or California, anything was better than the basement in the arctic.

For a mob attempting to hold land in New York, we were almost never there. They preferred to stash me in London, the rainy coastal city just a tad brighter than Russia, or Chicago, a city my father never frequented. Miami wasn’t safe with the family beach house, and LA was too full of tech conventions. I think their plan was to make me assume we’d never step foot in the city again, but the day they dragged me out and we landed in a private airbase in Westchester County- I knew immediately. No bag could be shoved over my head quick enough to not recognize the airport my father frequented. Mistake number one.

The Bronx was HYDRA territory, and had been for as long as I’d been alive. I don’t know if they assumed they had changed enough of the city in my bones for me to remain mixed up, or they prayed the drugs had knocked me enough off my rocker, but that was their second mistake. I counted down the minutes until we crossed the Whitestone. I felt each twist of the car down the narrow streets, and counted each pothole that made the blacked-out van shudder and bounce down the asphalt. I heard the buses, the horns, and the constant yelling. When we pulled in front of a building and I was shoved into a narrow basement, I knew I had to play it up. This was my first shot in five years at a genuine escape.

I’d gotten out twice before, once in London and once in Budapest. I got nowhere. In the small town in Budapest no one spoke English, so my pleas for help were only understood by the men I was running from. In London, the officer I ran to was on their payroll– you’d think the Queen’s Guard would have some honor.

They were speaking in Russian. The fools still think I haven’t picked up the language, like I’m not a Stark.

“We can’t let her out of here. Boss is gonna have our heads for even bringing her along in the first place!” a man I had never seen before whispered frantically. He must be new.

“What did you want us to do? Leave her with no supervision? Yeah real smart Igor, she’s already busted out under our watch!” A familiar voice grunted back, his Russian still as shitty as ever, stumbling over syllables. The bag was harshly pulled off my head as I let it fall forward, lax. I slowly opened my eyes and squinted, adjusting to the shocking amount of light in the room. The undead eyes of Brock Rumlow faced back at me. He grinned, his yellowing teeth flashing in my direction.

“Wakey wakey princess,” he sneered. God his breath was hot and bad . I felt it hit my nose and made a face, my eyebrows pulling together in disgust as I leaned away from him.

“Brock.” I tested my wrists, still bound. My ankles were now also bound with several zip ties to the shitty folding chair I was placed in.

“Listen here princess, I’m gonna run out on some errands, and you’re gonna stay right here with Little Igor okay? No funny business.” I rolled my eyes, dropping my head all the way back to catch a glimpse of “Little Igor”, the six foot something 250 pounds of muscle who tried his best to stare straight ahead. God he had to barely be 17.

‘What are they feeding him?’ I thought. I watched a beat of sweat reflect the light as it rolled down his neck into the collar of his button-up. Little Igor was not little, and he was also not trained. He seems to have been put on babysitting duty for his size alone. I grinned, careful to skew my left side further then my right, and blinked lazily before lifting my head to meet Rumlow again.

“I won’t give big boy any problems, scouts honor,” I hoped Igor saw me cross my bound fingers together behind my back. Judging by his shaky exhale, he did. Brock just laughed.

“Good, we’ll throw your smart ass back in the chair if you do.” My heart stopped and plummeted through my ass. I hated that fucking chair. Leave it to the Neo-Nazi-esque Russian Mob to develop the most medieval form of memory erasure and torture combination they could. It had been months, the longest I’d ever gone without The Chair. The scars on the back of my neck itched. I lazily nodded at Rumlow again, blinking with one eye before the other yet staying silent this time. He stood, nodding at me, then to Igor who I assume returned the gesture. I watched him cock his arm back with the butt of his glock poised for my temple, when the room went dark.

I heard sirens, impossibly loud, and saw red lights flash from underneath the solitary door to the room. Rumlow dropped as gunshots rang out along the hallway, and Igor stood frozen directly behind me. I grit my teeth, and before I could think about it too hard cracked my thumb out of place with a sickening ‘pop’. I was clenching my jaw so hard I thought I saw stars, and the lovely taste of pennies flooded my mouth from where I had nicked my tongue. Rumlow was too busy shouting and Igor, who was too busy standing still, to notice I’d escaped my wrist binds. I jumped, slamming myself onto the folding chair with enough force to split it before grunting and sliding my feet out of the binds on my legs. Yes. I picked up the back half of the chair as Rumlow screamed. Poor Igor, he really didn’t deserve this. I swung with all my might and cracked the back of the metal chair into the base of his skull. His eyes rolled back as he fell to the floor, Rumlow finally firing his own gun. I followed Igor’s unconscious trajectory to the floor, using him as a human shield while disarming him of his own glock, before standing and firing at Rumlow. It took me three tries to shoot the gun out of his hands, a quick ‘ shit I’m out of practice,’ was all I allowed myself before I fired at both of his knee caps, hitting them dead on and sending him to the floor with a wail.

I stalked- more like limped- over to his gun, emptied the chamber and kept the remainder of the clip for myself, tucking it tight in my waistband. I briefly inspected my useless left thumb, before deciding I’d probably jack it up more if I touched it right now. I picked up a zip tie off the floor and quickly tightened it to fit around my hair in a ponytail. I did it all to the lovely sound of Brock Rumlow’s screams. The adrenaline was the only reason I was standing. It wasn’t like they were doing more than they had to to keep me alive; they hadn’t fed me in three days, and I hadn’t gotten water in two. I was violently shaking, my legs barely carrying my limited weight over to where Rumlow lay on the floor. I smiled at him, blood staining my teeth from my earlier accident. I must’ve looked crazed with the way his skin paled to a bone white.

“Say hi to The Chair for me,” I sang as I cracked the butt of my stolen glock into his face over, and over, and over again. His blood mixed with mine on my teeth as I kept smiling wider and wider. When he stopped twitching I stood, shakily, and made my way to the door. As I went to open it, it was kicked in and I immediately ducked and fired at the two forms beyond it. Only one bullet rang out before the awful ‘click’ of an empty chamber echoed throughout the room. I went to reload before I was tackled to the ground.

An icy blue filled my vision. A warm, strong hand took hold of both of my wrists, pinning them above my head. A second freezing hold one moved to secure them and I let out a small gasp at the contrast. My assailant’s knee promptly drove into my stomach to pin me, pushing all of the limited air out of my body. I choked and snarled like a wounded animal. Long, dark brown hair fell like a curtain around us, the lower half of his face was covered in a mask; so all I saw were his unwavering eyes, filled with a cold like the kind in Russia. No. No. I was so close. I have to get out now. My head began to spin as panic and a lack of oxygen overtook my system, then I heard a voice from behind the man.

“Buck stop! Hold on hold on-” The blonde man that appeared behind him hurried forward, pulling him off of me. I panted heavily and scurried back before looking into the unmistakable green eyes of Steven Rogers, golden boy of the Barnes family. He looked me up and down, his eyebrows sky high to his hairline and his lips parted in shock.

“Hi Steve,” I forced out, spitting blood to my left.

“What.” The brown haired man practically growled in my direction before whipping his head back to his friend. Steve sighed, leaning down to offer me an arm up.

“Good job, you found The Missing Heir to Manhattan.”

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persistentplums · 3 months ago

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VB is allergic to women (I’m light hearted abt this atp but also….im not) Triana would’ve been sick on drums in my alternative universe where Triana and Dermontt show up to New York. Now ik what you’re thinking, what about Helper? don’t worry he’s still in the band but I think he’s all the electric sound/synth/keys.

Shallow Gravy explores different sounds of rock (Hank can’t stick to one thing while Dermontt is very particular about staying in rock none of that “pop bullshit”) (I love pop but ik Dermontt would hate it) and I think yes Triana is goth but I think there’s an overlap enough it can work ONLY if Dermontt stopped being an asshole.

Dean would make posters, take photos, etc Jared tries to join and isn’t allowed to. He keeps blowing up the band members phone and they use his voicemail as an opener of a song (Dermontt idea) but Jared doesn’t care just excited they used his voice. Dean keeps paying for Jared tickets for all shows bc Jared is actually their biggest most consistent fan behind Brock but Jared shows up to EVERY show so he beats Brock at that.

Sirena WILL be in this idc not my fault they wrote her bad. (I’m being petty) I think she would kill as a manager but unfortunately they keep getting booked in really sketchy bars (Dermontt and Hank love it, triana likes it bc she can watch a situation unfold) that always seemed to have some Cape bullshit attached but it goes well. A perk of being the daughter to an arch mob boss.

Unfortunately this is not the type of show where this would work I just think even one group shenanigan would be fun ft helper.

#venture bros #vbros #the venture bros

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sjsmith56 · 9 months ago

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The Rules

Summary: One shot AU. A mobster’s daughter meets the love of her life but The Rules get in the way of it developing into something more.

Length: 6.5 K

Characters: James “Bucky” Barnes (at age 21, then 25), OFC (named), OFC’s parents (named), Brock Rumlow, John Walker, Loki Laufeyson.

Warnings: some cursing, rude behaviour and reference to mob life. Otherwise fluffy.

Author notes: This is my first attempt at writing a mob-themed story. Bucky is actually a sweetheart.

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The first time Tia fell in love was when she was almost 18. His name was James, 21, and he was one of newest men on her father's staff. The first time Tia fell out of love was two weeks later when she saw James kissing a woman staff member and allowing himself to be pulled into her room at the mansion where they all lived. This is their story.

Almost Eighteen

There were rules growing up in the house of a mob boss, particularly the man known as the Boss of Brooklyn, Jerome Brancato. Rule #1, If the door to his office was open, anyone could come in. If the door was closed, everyone had to stay out. Rule #2, Daughters of the boss were off-limits. Period. No exceptions, unless the boss approved of the relationship which sometimes happened if he was approached correctly and with respect. Rule #3, No meant no. Other rules came up but the big three were supposed to be obeyed by everyone, staff and family.

Tia, seeing the door to her father's office was open approached it, hearing him speaking with another man. The man, who said a lot of "Yes sirs" and "No sirs" seemed to be interviewing for a position with her father's "business," a business he took over from his father, and his father before him. But Tia's father, Jerome, had no sons to leave the business to and daughters weren't supposed to be in that position, at least not in his narrow world view.

She pushed the door open, catching the attention of her father and the man, who rose to his feet and turned towards her. He was tall, with short dark hair, and handsome, with eyes as blue as the sky. Tearing her eyes away from him she looked at her father.

"I'm sorry, but your door was open," she said. "I can come back."

"It was open," agreed her father. "Tia, this is James Barnes. He's here to join the security team. Barnes, this is my youngest daughter, Tia. She just graduated from high school."

He offered his hand, his white dress shirt peaking out from under his dark suit's sleeve.

"Pleasure," he said, in a voice that made a warmth pool deep inside her, his even white teeth showing in the smile he gave her.

Her voice squeaked a little when she answered. "Thank you."

Inside she groaned. What kind of response was that? James grinned a little.

"You're welcome."

"Why don't you give us half an hour to finish up," suggested her father. "I still have to make James aware of the rules."

She smiled at her father but inside she felt her stomach drop. The rules. The fucking rules. Rule #2, she was off-limits. Apologetically, she returned to the door, risking one more look at the man she had just fallen in love with, then closed it and ran upstairs to her room to fall face first into her bed and cry over the rules.

It was a week before she saw James again. James, Jimmy, Jamie, Jim ... all the variations of his name were written out on paper by her, as she signed her name with his. Mr. and Mrs. James Barnes. Jim and Tia Barnes. Then she tore the pages up into tiny pieces and flushed them down the toilet because if there was one thing her already married older sisters warned her about was to not leave any trace of having a crush on any of their father's "staff," for that could cause all sorts of problems, not just for her but also for him. In their father's line of work, that could result in serious issues for the male staff member but could also see her summarily married off to some business associate, which she didn't want. Not at 17 years, 10 months and 2 weeks of age. Besides, she was going off to college in a few months and the last thing she needed was a chaperone to make sure that Portia Isabel Brancato, nicknamed Tia, behaved herself. So, she kept her face and attitude as neutral as possible, and tried to make it seem like she wasn't looking for James on the estate. Which ended up being easy when she found out quickly that he was sent out to one of the satellite "offices," a warehouse at the docks to learn that aspect of the work.

Resigned to not seeing him again for the foreseeable future, Tia came downstairs the one day to be driven to the salon for her usual mani / pedi appointment, only to see James waiting at the bottom of the stairs. As she came down, he looked up and his smile lit her up inside once more.

"Good morning," he said, cheerily. "I've been instructed to drive you to the Bronze Goddess salon. Are you all ready?"

"I am, thank you," she replied politely, reaching the bottom step and looking up at him. God, how could anyone be so good looking? "Could we stop at a Starbucks for something?"

"I'm yours to command," he replied, then opened the front door for her, while somehow reaching the armoured Audi sedan first.

After making sure her seatbelt was in place, James closed the door and got behind the steering wheel. Tia could see the coiled wire of the earpiece reaching down into his suit collar. He checked in with his supervisor, likely Clint, then smoothly pulled out from the driveway towards the gate to the estate.

"I haven't seen you for a while," said Tia, tentatively.

"No, I've been elsewhere," he replied, pausing at the road and looking both ways before turning left, following the map on his dash display.

Five minutes later he pulled into the line at Starbucks, then looked at Tia in the rearview mirror.

"A white chocolate mocha Frappuccino, please," said Tia, handing him a Starbucks card. "Get something for yourself while you're waiting for me."

"Thank you, I will," he said.

He ordered a Caffé Americano, then offered them the card when they handed him the cups. Turning around he smiled as he gave her the Frappuccino, then the card. Ten minutes later he pulled up at the salon, then got out to open her door.

"I'm going to park then I'll be inside," he said. "Your father was very specific that someone be in view of you at all times."

"Is there trouble?" she asked, as it wasn't a usual thing for a salon visit.

"Nothing I can't handle," he said, giving her that lop-sided smile again. "You let me do the worrying."

He came inside, carrying his coffee, walking in like he belonged, and settled himself on an empty chair near the pedicure station, but in a position where he could see the front door. He picked up one of the gossip magazines and flipped slowly through it. Every person who walked into the salon underwent his scrutiny. Everyone who came close to Tia, received even more attention. When she was finished, he waited behind her while she paid, then took her gently by the elbow, leading her to where the car was parked, seemingly staying acutely aware of their environment. On the drive back home, he looked at her several times in the rearview mirror.

"You planning to go to college?" he asked.

"Yeah, I've been accepted to Stanford, UCLA and Arizona State. I wanted to apply to something in the east, but Dad thought it was safer for me to be further away."

She didn't add the qualifier "from his business interests." There was kind of an unwritten rule that daughters were off-limits to action from his competitors but being on the other side of the country made that easier to follow.

"Did you go to college?"

He shook his head. "I joined the army right out of high school. Did one tour and realized I wasn't cut out for it. My dad knew your dad from some construction work he did for him and put in a word for me."

The gate opened and James drove up the circular driveway to the front of the house. Then he opened the door and offered Tia his hand to get out of the back. At that moment, her father came out and called to her. She smiled at James, then hurried to her father. That was the last she saw of him until the next week when she went out to the opera with her father and mother. Clint and Thor drove them. After they entered the house, Tia started up the stairs to the bedrooms. Hearing a sound, she looked up towards the third floor, where the staff bedrooms were and saw James kissing Sharon, her mother's social secretary. Then Sharon pulled him into her bedroom, and the door closed behind them, the sound of the latch coinciding with the feeling of Tia's heart breaking. Her mother, Liliana, who had also seen it, patted her daughter on the back.

"He asked for permission to take you out but your father said no, that you were too young," she offered. "He told James to keep his attention elsewhere. I'm sorry."

Rule #2 and 3, a double whammy. With a sigh, Tia went to her bedroom and cried for an hour. It would be four years before she saw James again.

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Almost Twenty-Two

Rule #4, If your father arranged your marriage the correct response was "Yes sir, thank you sir, for finding me a good husband," even if the last part wasn't always true.

There were several gatherings at the Brancato estate that May, after Tia graduated from college. Several different families who were in the same type of business as her father were invited to attend. More specifically, if the families had an unmarried son, anywhere between the ages of 21 and 40, they were invited. Gradually, over the month, the list of prospects was whittled down, until her parents hosted a dinner with the final four.

Tia was officially on the market, being dangled like a carrot in order to accomplish any one of the following objectives: settle a feud with a rival family, cement a business relationship between two families, provide a son-in-law able to take over the business from her father (because a woman couldn't do the job), satisfy a desire for grandchildren, specifically grandsons, just because that's what was expected of the daughters of a mob boss without a male heir, or a combination of several or all of the above. What Tia wanted in a husband was supposedly considered but its importance was so far down that she knew the decision was likely already made before the dinner even started.

Did it rankle Tia? Yes, but she had grown up as the privileged child of a wealthy and influential man. Now was the time where she had to satisfy the needs of his business empire, more than the needs of her heart. There was always a possibility that whoever won the "lottery" and satisfied her father's demands prior to approving the engagement would be a decent guy, one that she could grow to respect, if not love with all of her heart. Her two sisters had done alright. There was no reason to expect that she would end up with a creep, or someone who took the concept of marriage at its most basic, regarding her as property. Then she met the final prospects.

Prospect #1 (not arranged in order of preference) – Brock Rumlow, an almost 40 something, twice-divorced, son of a boorish man who ran the docks. Swarthy in appearance, with atrocious manners, and an almost permanent sneer. No thank you. Prospect #2 – John Walker, corrupt lawyer. Certainly, he was handsome enough, if you liked that blonde, all-American quarterback look. Smug, arrogant, and totally unaware that he rubbed people the wrong way. Nope. Prospect #3 – Loki Laufeyson. Charming on the surface and although attractive in a European kind of way, Tia wasn't sure that he wasn't bisexual which could mean he wouldn't be demanding on her. Certainly, he seemed to watch attractive men as much as he watched attractive women. A supposed financial wizard, she got the feeling that her father would have to settle a significant amount on him to generate an engagement offer. Prospect #4 – She blinked her eyes twice when she saw James enter with his father, George. He was a prospective husband? Yes, he had been at the other gatherings, but she assumed he was there as security. He was staff and there hadn't been a marriage between a daughter and a staff member since... well, years. Plus, he had broken her heart when she was 17 by going to bed with Sharon, the social secretary. She left the job while Tia was in college, her replacement, an older woman who wore sensible shoes.

Dinner was called and Tia's father offered her his arm, escorting her to the table, where she sat to his left, while her mother sat to his right. The prospects fathers were placed next, two on each side of the table, then their sons furthest away so that Jerome Brancato could observe them from a distance and see how they responded being grouped together. At the foot of the table was her grandmother, the family matriarch, Maria Brancato. She would be assessing the prospects up close, engaging them directly.

Right away the fathers, except for George Barnes, talked over each other about their sons, extolling their strengths, although only one of them said anything about how their progeny would be good for Tia. That was George, when he did speak, who brought up the fact that James had several sisters and had always looked upon himself as their unofficial bodyguard, even though he was younger than them.

"No one even stepped up to the door to take one of my daughters out unless Bucky (he had a nickname?) approved of them first," said George. "He kept the boys in line and made sure they were respectful of the girls and their mother; God rest her soul."

Tia's mother smiled. "Winnie was a good woman. She would be proud of the man James became."

Jerome gave Liliana a look, that saw her smile at her daughter, then keep eating.

"Well, Brock would have done the same," said his father. "Anyone who stepped out of line would see the business end of his fist. He doesn't put up with any opposition from anyone."

That raised her father's eyebrows a little as he rarely used physical force against any of his men, and often welcomed an opposing view if it was presented properly, with respect. Brock's father just kept rambling on about how no one intimidated his son. Then John Walker, Sr. cleared his throat and told a story of how his son completed a complex business deal by finding dirt on one of the principals. After setting up a honey pot situation, he managed to present the man with compromising pictures in order to sway him to their terms.

"Made his client an extra $10 million." He chewed with his mouth open. "That alone was enough for his boss to offer him a partnership in the law firm. Jumped right over several others who had been there longer. Johnny will do what is needed to increase profits and productivity."

Her father said nothing, but Tia could tell he didn't like hearing the other man brag about it. Yes, there were times when he employed similar tactics in dealing with certain people, but he kept his involvement in it to a minimum, as it was tempting fate to have the acts traceable back to him. That was just asking for trouble and a careful leader kept things looking legal.

At that moment, Tia noticed her mother looking down at the other end of the table, where her grandmother was. There was a look between the two women that seemed to be sending an invisible message between them. She just wished she knew what that look meant.

"Well, Loki has certainly done his share of cooking the books to improve profits and productivity," said Mr. Odinson, his stepfather. "The magic he can perform on the balance sheet would make your head swim. Every investigation against him has turned up nothing that can be pinned on him. Takes a genius to do that."

"Hmmm," was all her father said to that.

"One of these days his luck will run out," she thought, wondering if her father was thinking the same thing.

The rest of the meal progressed in a similar manner until dessert was served. Then Jerome finished his cake and coffee before he stood up, prompting the fathers then their sons to do the same.

"Gentlemen, let's go for brandy and cigars out by the pool, while my mother, wife and daughter confer," he stated.

All of them pulled away, then James offered his hand to Tia's grandmother.

"I have enjoyed our talk this evening, Mrs. Brancato," he said, warmly. "You've given me much to think about."

She smiled at him, then looked at her daughter, knowingly. George Barnes saw the look then faced Liliana, offering his hand to her.

"My compliments to your cook. That was a very enjoyable meal."

The three of them were left alone as the men filed out, and the two older women both looked at Tia.

"If it was us choosing, it would be James," said her mother, "but your father has other considerations, and his word is binding. You will be able to go on a date with each of them in turn then provide your opinion to your father but I'm guessing he already made his mind up."

An hour later the evening was over, and they said good night to everyone. James left with his father, being assigned to work in the warehouses that week. He was staying at his parent's house during that time.

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The Dates

Rule #5, No sex on the first date. Once an engagement was announced the couple could go at it but until that moment, any prospective husband of the boss's daughter who presumed to touch her in an intimate manner would deserve what happened to him later.

Two days later Loki Laufeyson arrived to take Tia to dinner. He pulled up driving a Maserati, wearing an expensive silk suit. He was polite, solicitous, and the perfect gentleman. The restaurant was perfect also, a two-star Michelin restaurant, whose portions were so precious that Tia almost asked if they could stop at a drive thru for some burgers. During the meal an older blond man stopped by the table to say hello, looking at Tia nervously.

"Mobius, this is Tia," said Loki. "She's ... um ... my date."

"Oh." The other man smiled slightly. "Pleasure to meet you." He looked back at Loki. "I missed you at the club on Friday night."

"Yes, there was a dinner party at Tia's parent's house. I was obligated to be there."

Both men looked very uncomfortable, so Tia did something kind to both of them and excused herself to go to the ladies' room. Loki stood up as she left. When she looked back, she could see both men speaking in whispers to each other and sighed. Definitely bisexual with a preference for men. Scratch Loki, which was too bad because he seemed quite nice. In fact, later, after she returned to the table, he announced that he would be withdrawing his courtship of her but wished her the best. They parted with a handshake.

Date #2 happened two days later when John Walker picked her up, driving a Mercedes SUV. His suit, also silk, didn't look as good on him as Loki's did. She attributed it to the fact that Walker was not used to working in a jacket. It always seemed to ride up and crowd his neck. They went to a restaurant, a steak house type, where he ordered a larger cut for him with all the trimmings and for her, a small cut, with a salad and minimal dressing.

"I'm sure you're always watching your weight," he said, eyeing her body. "You seem to keep quite trim, and I wouldn't want you to think I don't support that."

As she guessed, he played football in college, at the quarterback position, and proceeded to regale her with his exploits on the field. He didn't ask one question about her. When he kissed her goodnight, he attempted to give her tongue, but she successfully pulled away, waggling her finger at him, as if he should know better. Since a servant was already on the step, he took it with a smile, but she saw a darkness in his eyes that bothered her.

Date #3 was with James. He picked her up in a 1994 Mustang GT, wearing a sports coat over an open necked blue shirt and jeans. Somehow, he had told her mother his plans, so Tia also wore jeans and brought a sweater. They talked as he drove to Coney Island.

"This is your car?" she asked.

"Yup, restored her myself," he said. "Found her up on some blocks in an abandoned lot. No tires, stripped of parts but the body was good, and it kept me out of trouble when I was in high school and after the army. It was time spent with my dad. I've been offered good money for her, but I like driving her. Sorry, to talk about her as if she's real but I know every inch of her."

"I like her, too," smiled Tia. "Does she have a name?"

"Yes, but I can't tell you." He blushed. "It would kind of be inappropriate for our first date."

They drove a bit further then Tia looked at him again.

"Can I ask you something personal?"

"Go ahead, I have no secrets," he answered.

"My mother told me when I was 17 that you asked for permission to take me out, but my father said no." She looked out her window. "I saw you a week later kissing Sharon, then going into her bedroom."

He nodded his head, his mouth set in a grim line. "Yeah. Your father told me that you were too young and to set my sights lower. She flirted with me, and we did kiss. I didn't stay. She wanted more from me that night than I was prepared to give. I'm no saint and I have been with several women since then, but nothing serious." He took a deep breath. "I always liked you more. It's why I asked to be considered as a suitor. This time, your father agreed to let me have a chance."

"Oh." Tia swallowed and took a deep breath, trying to calm the pounding of her heart. "What are your chances?"

He smiled a little sadly. "Not as good as the other three," he admitted. "My father is a construction foreman who did some work for your father, and they got along well, considering each other a friend. But he's not well off like the other fathers, nor is he in any position of influence. My only assets are my loyalty to your father, I'm a hard worker and like to think I do the job without letting my emotions get the better of me. Most of all, I pledged to be faithful to you always and to treat you with kindness and respect. I have sisters and expected the same from the men they all married."

Tia watched the beams of the streetlights come through the windows alternating between illuminating his face and leaving it in darkness. His strong facial features had matured in the few years since she went away to college, as had his physique. There was also a depth to him that the others didn't have. The fact that he didn't talk much about himself impressed her. This was a man looking for a serious relationship, not a business deal sealed with the acquisition of a wife.

The date was fun as they went on the rides, ate hot dogs and drank beer. He won her a large stuffed giraffe at the shooting gallery, christening it together as Walter. When they walked back to where the car was parked and deposited Walter in the back seat, James looked at her in the dimly lit area. Gently, he took one of her hands in his, then raised it to his lips, kissing the knuckles then turning it to kiss her wrist.

"I expect someone to be watching when I drop you off so if you don't mind a kiss here."

He didn't finish what he was saying as Tia raised herself up to kiss him, wrapping her arms around his neck. He enclosed her in his arms, and she felt the firmness of his body pressed against hers. His soft lips were perfect, applying just the right amount of pressure against hers, then she opened hers to allow their tongues to mingle. It was every bit as good as she imagined when she was 17, going on 18. When they finally pulled apart, he looked at her in a way that no man had ever looked at her before.

"You don't know how long I've wanted to kiss you," he murmured, his eyes taking in every part of her face. "You don't remember the first time we saw each other, do you?"

"I thought it was in my dad's office."

He shook his head, smiling. "My dad built your pool house. I was 16 and worked as a helper on the site. You were still a girl, just turned 13 but I thought that you would be beautiful when you grew up a little. I knew then that I didn't really want to look at anyone else. Sounds a little creepy but I was willing to wait until we were both ready."

"It's not creepy," said Tia. "We were both kids. I'm glad you waited." She looked down for a moment. "Are you sure this is the life you want? I know what my father is and the things that you've likely already done for him."

"I went into a combat zone when I was 18 so I have killed before," he said. "So far, your dad has kept me out of that part of it. I think he's looking to scale back that side of his business, be more legitimate. If it means that you and I can be together, it will be worth it."

"Okay. One more question. Your nickname is Bucky?"

He laughed, giving her that lop-sided smile. "Yeah, it's from my middle name, Buchanan. That was my mother's surname." He shrugged. "James sounds more grownup and mature. You can call me anything you want."

"Just the best date I've ever had," she smiled back.

They kissed again, then James opened the passenger door for her and drove her back to the estate. Before they got out, he gave her his cell phone number, entered it as Jane so her father wouldn't know it was his, then told her to call him anytime if she needed help. In front of the mansion, he was aware they were being watched so he gave Tia a respectful hug, handed Walter to her, then waited as she entered the house, before getting back into his car and driving to his father's house. Although he hoped it would be enough for her father to choose him, he knew his chances weren't good.

The final date, with Brock Rumlow, was everything that Tia feared. He showed up in a heavily customized truck that Tia needed a ladder to enter. Although dressed in a suit he didn't wear a tie until forced to at the restaurant he took her to, after verbally haranguing the maître d’ for the indignity of his money not being good enough for the place. His table manners were as atrocious as his regular manners, talking while chewing, burping at the table, and referring to his bathroom habits in crude terms. Excusing herself to the ladies' room, Tia texted James.

Tia: Help! I'm stuck with a Cro-Magnon man who's unbearable.

Jane: Brock? Yeah, he's a bit full of himself, isn't he? Do you need rescuing?

Tia: Possibly. I'll keep you posted.

She returned to the table where Brock was sprawled in his chair. Tia's plate was gone as was his.

"Good, you're back," he said. "I've paid the bill. Let's go to a club."

"I wasn't finished." He looked up at her surprised.

"Oh, I assumed you went to the bathroom to uh ... you know, bring it all up. That's what you chicks do to keep slim, right? My exes did that all the time."

She would have answered but he stood up and headed for the door, turning around to wait impatiently for her. With a sigh, she joined him, waiting as he tossed the valet his token. The truck appeared and he didn't help her in, although the valet did, giving her a sympathetic eye roll. The club, with a pounding bass that bled out onto the street was full of friends of his, whose method of communication seemed to be either a jut of their chin or a pound hug. He requested bottle service in the VIP area, then flopped down on the couch, pulling her down with him, and draping his arm over her shoulder. Sitting there like the king of his own kingdom, Tia had a vision of her life with Brock Rumlow and decided to end the date there. Of course, he didn't want to and kept trying to keep her sitting on the couch with him. Finally, she convinced him that she needed to throw up and he let her go. Exiting out of an emergency door she went to the nearest coffee shop that was open and called James, who told her to stay there and wait for him. He arrived twenty minutes later, entering the coffee shop with a worried look on his face. As they hugged, he stroked her hair and vowed that no matter what, Brock Rumlow wouldn't do this to Tia ever again.

At the mansion, when he pulled up, Brock was there, waiting angrily for Tia, as was her father and mother. He went to open the door for Tia, then growled when he found it locked. James came out of the driver's side door and placed himself in front of Brock, staring at him in a way that showed he had absolutely no fear of him.

"Move," said the jilted date.

"No, move yourself," replied James. "She called me to get her out of a bad date and I obliged. Now, I'm going to finish the job and make sure she gets inside the house safely."

"Are you saying I abused her?"

"I'm saying you wouldn't let her leave until she thought she was going to be sick. She told me you acted like a pig the entire time."

"She's lying. The little bitch is lying."

Jerome pulled Brock away at that moment. "What did you call my daughter?"

Liliana slapped Brock in the face. "How dare you. Jerome, if you even consider him suitable for Tia, I'll leave you. I swear, I will divorce your ass and take everything you own. It's all in my name anyway."

"No one's divorcing anyone," said Jerome, then he looked at Brock. "You have 10 seconds to get your ass in your monstrosity of a truck and get the hell off our property. You tell your father that if he even tries to retaliate it will be war between us. Now get."

Rule #6, Even a mob boss with only daughters does not take kindly to his daughters being referred to as bitches. Especially by a twice-divorced asshole like Brock Rumlow.

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The Wedding, six months later

Rule #7, When marrying into the mob, let her family have their way. It's easier and lulls them into thinking you'll be a pushover.

This was it. Her father made the decision and now Tia had to live with it. She looked at herself in the mirror as her mother fastened the veil to her head. A knock on the door was opened by her oldest sister, acting as matron of honour. Her father walked in; his bow tie undone.

"Lil, can you fix this?" he asked. Then he stopped, seeing Tia's reflection in the mirror. "All my girls looked so beautiful on their wedding day."

"Men always have trouble with a bow tie," she smiled, turning towards him. "Come to the window so I have better light."

While her mother did her father's tie, Tia's phone, deep inside the pocket of her wedding dress (that she insisted on having) vibrated and she went to the bathroom to answer it, telling everyone she needed some water.

Jane: You sure you're going to do this?

Tia: Yes, it's what my dad wants. I'm a good mob daughter, you know.

Jane: Yeah, now you'll be a good mob wife.

Tia: If you mean pregnant on the wedding night, chances are good.

Jane: LOL. I hope you'll be happy.

Tia: Thanks to you, I know I will be. You'll be there, right?

Jane: Wouldn't miss it. I'll always have your back.

She smiled at that and put the phone away, then poured herself some water. When she came out, her dad's tie was perfect, and her mother was standing there with the bouquet of flowers. Grandma Maria beamed at her. The wedding planner fussed over her while the photographer took some photos of them all, including her six bridesmaids, well matrons as most of them were married. On the limousine over she thought of all her worries about the man her father would finally approve of. It was easier after Loki willingly took himself out of contention, then Brock showed himself to be a total asshole in front of her parents. She could live with the man who was chosen and make it work.

At the church, there were all sorts of photographers, some of them likely FBI plants as her father was still a person of interest, as were many of the guests. But he did promise Tia that he intended to bow out of that type of work and build up the legitimate areas, without even using laundered money. After all, he wanted his youngest daughter to be happy.

The walk up the steps of the church was interrupted by calls of the photographers to pose but she only slowed down, anxious to get this part of her life over with and begin her life as a wife, then mother. At the top of the stone steps, she looked back towards the street and saw James' Mustang, smiling that it was there. She stepped inside and the wedding planner took over, positioning the flower girls (a niece from each side), then the bridesmaids / matrons, a combination of one girlfriend, her sisters and his sisters, sending them down the aisle. One of her brothers-in-law escorted her mother to her pew. She had wanted them both to walk her down the aisle, but her father put his foot down; traditionally only the father could give the bride away. Then everyone stood up and she knew her moment had come.

Her groom came out from the vestry, but she couldn't see him over the number of people who blocked her view. Then Tia took her father's arm and began the walk towards the altar. It wasn't until she was three quarters of the way down that she finally saw James, in his black tuxedo, white shirt, and black tie, with a boutonnière in his lapel. He gazed at her with glassy eyes, then offered his hand to her when she was close. Her father kissed her cheek, then kissed James' before lightly slapping him on the cheek to get his attention.

"You do right by her," he murmured.

"Yes sir, that's my plan."

Finally, it was just them, in front of the priest, and he began the service asking if there was anyone who objected to this couple marrying. You could have heard a pin drop in the silence, then he smiled at them and began the service.

Rule #8, No excessive tongue in a Catholic wedding ceremony. It's not classy and even though the people in the church for a mob wedding might be considered criminals they aren't animals.

The kiss before they walked down the aisle as husband and wife was just as good as the kiss at Coney Island. They could both hear the sighs of delight from the women who were present thrilled at the absolutely perfect husband that Tia Brancato, now Tia Barnes had. When they exited the church, having rice thrown at them, because that was traditional, James opened the front door of his 1994 Mustang GT and tucked Tia's dress into the front seat around her legs. Then he went around to the driver's side, got in, and started it up, revving it a few times before he peeled away, with the sounds of tin cans rattling behind him. On the back window the Just Married that was drawn on with washable paint soon faded away from view. The limousine driver opened the door for the parents and the bridal party. They would meet James and Tia at Prospect Park for the photos.

In the Mustang, Tia looked at her handsome husband, James.

"You came," she said. "You brought Portia." She gestured to the car.

"I promised," he replied. "Said I would always have your back." He drove for another minute. "Did you mean it, about getting pregnant?"

"I'm off the pill and I might be ovulating," she said. "If it happens, it happens. I'll be happy either way."

"Are you okay that we're waiting until tonight?"

He glanced at her. It was something he suggested once her father announced that James could propose to Tia.

"If it's anything like our first kiss I won't be disappointed." She placed her hand on his. "Besides, there's always Rules #9 and 10." He laughed, having been briefed on the other rules already, especially the ones that were her rules. "Rule #9, No matter what, we'll make it work."

"And Rule #10?"

"Whatever will be will be. You knew when you first saw me when I was a kid that you liked me. I knew when I first saw you in my dad's office that I wanted you. It was meant to be."

"I love the Rules." He raised her hand to his lips and kissed the knuckle. "I love you."

That evening, their first dance was to Que Sera Sera, otherwise known as Whatever Will Be, Will Be. It always was Tia's favourite rule.

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Lost In The Shadows Fourteen

A/N: This one is short, sorry, also have began writing my next series, my stuff about that will be up once i’m finished posting this story, hope you like it, If you want to be Tagged, either send an ask or comment on this or click on Taglist open.

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Brock was pissed, it had been almost a year and there still had been no sign of Y/n nor James anywhere, and while Andy now seemingly was in control of her business, he couldn’t hold New York by the balls the way Y/n used to, so Brock turned his anger into an advantage. His substance had been selling like crazy around New York and it was only a matter of time when Y/n would find out he’d began spreading it on to her territory, and it was also only a matter of time for her to find out, he was so close to finding her and James, he just had to wait a little longer.

Meanwhile, Y/n and Bucky, had been living in Romania, Bucky’s memory had been coming back little by little. As for Y/n she was still the control freak as ever, still controlled what she could from a computer, halfway across the world, even with her patrooting stomach that made it annoyingly hard to use her computer. She rested her head against the couch cushion, with a sigh of slight irritation. Bucky came up from behind, telling from the way her face was scratched something was wrong. “What's going on?” He asked me to sit beside her.

“First lil’ bean is driving me insane, they're moving a lot and I can barely see over my stomach, and work stuff, Brock is dealing on my streets, and he is still looking for me.” She stressed.

“We’re fine and safe, shouldn’t that be all that matters?” He tilts his head.

Y/n’s lips pulled up slightly. “If only it were that simple, I don’t just take care of only you I and our kids with what I do, I take care of my men’s families, I take care of all of the people in my territory, and if I let whatever shit get out, then look what happens, shure New York’s filled with druggies, and people on the stress, but when theres and out break it gets ten times worse for both populations.” She explained what other extra duties she had as a leader in the mob. “That’s why they respect me and fear me, because I could take it all away in a knight from someone, but I also made things better after Henry died, I helped a lot of people, get better, from pills and other crap.”

Bucky nodded, now understanding the importance of what she had done back home. “All I can say is don’t stress too much.” He put his hand over hers that was resting on her stomach, he smiled softly, she closed the laptop.

Bucky and Y/n both stood in the kitchen listening to music that fit both of their tastes, the made a meal fit for kings, or a mechanic and his pregnant mob boss wife. Bucky could tell the difference between now and the begging of their relationship, now she was comfortable enough to wear tank tops and really anything that showed any scar she’d gained in the past, sometimes, Bucky would ask about who she got each one, she could recite the story as if it happened yesterday, yet no emotion held in her voice, and then she’d acted as if she never said anything. He couldn’t understand how she did it.

As they both laid in bed, Bucky’s arms naturally found a way on Y/n. “If you stay relaxed, the sooner bean will be here, and the sooner bean is here, the sooner we get to make another little mean and another.” He smiled, as he held her closely to him.

“I’ll try but no promises.” She smiled to herself, as her eyes closed, Bucky soon followed suit, shutting off the lamp that was on his night stand.

Bucky rolled around to find his wife once again in the night as he slept, but soon was awoken by the cold silky sheets. He shot up, looking around the room, finding no sign of her he got up to find her.

Y/n paced in the office that used to be Bucky’s dads, when he was a kid. She spoke in a demanding harsh whisper, at whatever unfortunate soul. “We’ve got to figure this out, I-we can’t move places at the moment Andy.” She huffed, clearly her anxiety raised, along with anger. “Why? That’s not your business at the moment, I don’t know if he has the phone tapped. Throw him off or something. He can’t find us not right now, bye Andy.” She slumped into the chair behind the desk, sweat appearing on her forehead, her breath picked up slightly.

Bucky came up, taking her hand in his. “It’s gonna be alright.”

“Brock knows where we are, and I don’t think that we can leave at the moment because I am nine months pregnant, and soon enough I could give birth.” Y/n explained.

“He can’t access the island with anything other than a boat, we're fine.” Bucky reassured her. She nodded, knowing she could be overthinking this. “Let’s get back to bed.”

As a week passed, and then half of another, she started to think that she had been wrong. As they both had been getting ready for bed, the power cut out, Y/n and Bucky looked around in confusion as they stood in the bathroom, Y/n put her tooth brush back in the holder, and she moved into their room, Bucky was right with her. “Maybe a line went out.”

“Nope, just me.” Y/n’s eyes whipped to the corner by the closet, Brock stood in the shadows, his hands in front of him with a pistol in one. Bucky tries to flick on the lights, when they turn on, they know someone else is there, all of them looking at each other, Brock’s jaw clenches visibly, when he finally takes in all of Y/n. “You could have had a good life with your husband and kid, why are you causing more trouble than it’s worth.”

“Because you would kill more than you would ever help with whatever that shit is.” She hissed at him.

Brock lifted his gun focusing on her chest, she had no way to defend herself, ironically the one time she didn’t carry her gun, so what else could she do but welcome death as an old friend hoping Bucky could at least leave. As the gun went off she prepared for the bullet, but it didn’t come so she opened her eyes looking around. “Get out!” She looked to where the voice came from, Bucky who was lying on the floor with a bullet in his chest and stomach. “Leave Y/n!” He said the best he could.

Her leg’s moved before her mind, all she could see was Bucky there on the floor bleeding out, the pair of guards that stayed on the island met her down stairs. “Where’s Mr. Barnes?” One of them asked, she just shook her head. “Take her to the mainland. I’m going to go up there.”

The second guard came up to her, leading her out to the doc, she struggled to collect herself as they ran, when they got to the doc with a boat at the end, the guard helped Y/n on. “Y/n!” Brock Yelled form not too far from them.

“Go, get to the Airport, and go home, or somewhere safe.” The guard told her, as he Started the boat before getting off quickly. The boat moved quickly on the water, Y/n waited to doc on the mainland, her face wet from tears as she docked and then got a taxi. She had no clue what was supposed to happen after this, she should have died.

When Y/n got on the first plane to New York, she immediately messaged Andy, wanting to have someone go back and get Bucky, maybe even they’d be able to save him. When she got back to New York, Andy had replied that he was right on it. As she took a private car back to her house, she felt empty like part of herself was missing. As she walked the path she had so many times, she slowly realized that this wasn’t home, at all. She walked into the house that gave her a pit in her stomach. Andy stood along with all of her men, all meant respect but she wanted to be alone, her jaw clenched, she still wore a nightgown that made her stomach stand out. “Everyone except Andy, leave.” Her voice turned cold and stern.

Andy stayed behind like told as all the other men filtered out. “See what you meant by you didn’t want to leave, now.”

“Is he okay?” Her voice sounded desperate, and had a yearning interlaced.

Andy’s shoulders tensed. “He, along with Brock and his men, weren’t there when they got to the island, Y/n, I’m sorry.”

She just nodded. “Go figure out what's next, I'm staying in New York, until this finishes up.”

“What if-”

“I don’t care I’ll kill Brock Rumlow if that’s the last thing I do, even with my baby in my stomach, he killed my husband, I’m taking every part of his legacy possible, by the time this finishes, no one will even remember his name.” She spoke with passionate rage. “Go get me my information Andy.” She stood giving him a stern look, before he left.

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When Night Comes - eleven

Summary: Who would win in a staring contest? New York’s resident mob boss and master of the side eye Bucky Barnes or the daycare teacher who really wants to go home and smoke?

pairing: Mob!Vampire!Bucky Barnes x reader

warnings: mob!Bucky, cursing, major character death mentions

word count: 2.6k

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tag list: @elizacusi-blog @mal-adaptive-dreams @thebuckybarnesvault @unaxv @hidden-treasures21 @buckybarnessimpp @cakesandtom

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Alix slams the car door much to Juliette’s dismay and she makes a faint grunt of annoyance. Juliette follows after her into the building before them. It’s one of their hideouts gifted to them by Peggy when she’d made the original agreement. Peggy claimed that no one would be able to find them there and they would be safe to lay low.

“Please don’t slam my door, it’s new.”

Alix froze and only turned enough to see her subordinate out of the corner of her eye. No words came out alas Juliette is terrified and shrinks into herself as they continue their walk inside.

The stress of being in New York wears into Alix’s shoulders and she hunches more than before, hiding her true size. Compared to her siblings, she’s small but standing at just over 6 feet, she dwarfs most other Lycan women. She’d used it to her advantage when she came up through the ranks but she would’ve made it either way. After her parents died, the pack leadership fell to her oldest brother but when he backed out for a woman, she took over.The disgrace of his actions followed her around but that didn’t stop her from fighting tooth and nail for the title of pack leader even if it is her family’s birth right.

Alix all but dumps herself onto a cot and shudders at the mild relaxation it offers her. Juliette sits down next to her, placing a hand on her knee as she watches the tension drain out of her.

“You know…” she trails as she moves her hand further up Alix’s thigh.

“Get your fucking hand off of me.”

Juliette doesn’t answer or comply. Alix’s claws flash and she grips into her wrist, yanking it from her body. She drags the woman off of the cot and to the window that overlooks a 2 story drop.

“Don’t ever fucking touch me. I won’t hesitate to tear you apart limb by fucking limb, you slut.”

Tears well in Juliette’s eyes as she nods feverishly to prove that she understands. She lets out a cry of relief when Alix drops her and goes to lay back down on the cot.

“Did Peggy give you anything yet?”

“Uh…” she sniffles as she wipes at her face and digs into her jacket for her phone, “They’re going to Bucharest.”

“You already told me that.” “Oh I’m sorry. He only took the Rogers, Yelena, and Natasha with him so they’ll be low on security but she warned that he has people everywhere looking out for you. She advised that we wait before trying to go in.”

Alix lets a deep breath of frustration, “She can take her advice and shove it up her ass. Get John and Brock ready. We’ll leave in two days.”

“I really…”

“I don’t care what you think, just fucking do what I said. God I’m getting so sick of everyone’s back talk.”

Juliette swallows another hopeless cry and rapidly fires off messages to the pack, ensuring that they’ll be ready for the inevitably bloody fight that is going to happen.

“Ms. Sunny! Ms. Sunny!” Wyatt calls out to her as he bounds across the vast gardens of the Bucharest estate.

Before Sunny and Peggy lay hundreds of flowers of all varieties and colors along with enough trees to create a wall between them and the outside world. In his hand, Wyatt held a small bouquet of flowers he undoubtedly picked from the bushes. Peggy flushed (if that’s even possible) at the sight and quickly got up to take them from the boy before Bucky saw.

“Oh honey, we don’t pick these flowers remember? They’re very special to Uncle Buck and he wouldn’t be very happy to know that you picked them without asking,” she said louder than needed, in efforts to make sure Sunny heard.

When she comes to sit back down, her plan seems to have worked because Sunny does immediately ask why they’re special. She pretends to bite back her response and acts as if she hadn’t meant for her to hear before “giving in” and telling her. Peggy starts by coyly looking at her son who is playing with Yelena and then dives right into the story of Celeste. The gardens had been her pride and joy when the weather allowed. She would spend hours upon hours outside, making sure that every flower got the attention it deserved. It warmed Bucky’s heart to see his love taking joy in a life that only offered pain to their kind and even more with their business. Peggy spared no detail in her story, exposing every secret she could think of from how Sunny and Celeste looked identical down to their ardent dislike for Bucky at first to how she had been found dead by him. She doesn’t bother to look at the human as she lies out of everything she knows about Celeste and Bucky, mostly because she doesn’t want to see the shock of betrayal that is undoubtedly stretched across her face.

Peggy draws her tale to an end with a small smile and fake look of sadness to Sunny, “It was an awful time for him, you have to know. He had just about every memory of her destroyed or hidden. I almost forgot what she looked like until I saw you and it was like seeing her again. I can only imagine how much pain he must have been in seeing you and not being able to have his dear Celeste again.”

Sunny stares forward with a stunned look on her face, unable to even begin to process the story she’s just been told. Her mouth opens to say something but words are not her friend at the moment and nothing comes out. She tries again and only a few come out, “I’m just a replacement.”

Peggy places her hand on top of Sunny’s, “Oh no I wouldn’t say that. You may look like Celeste but you are your own person and I’m sure Bucky loves you for you.”

Sunny rips her hand away and shakes, “He loves me?”

“Well…” Peggy starts but is interrupted by Yelena who’s being chased after by Wyatt.

“Jesus, does this kid have an off switch?” she jokes as she sits on the edge of the bistro table the other two women are sat at. She looks at Sunny and her smile drops instantly at her appearance.

“Is everything okay?”

Sunny shakes her head as she snaps out of her trance, “I need to see Bucky, where is he?”

Yelena pushes off of the table, “I think he’s inside, do you want me to take you to him?” “No,” she says abruptly and marches off towards the house. Yelena takes her seat and looks to Peggy for an explanation but she’s no help and has given her whole attention to her son.

Sunny pushes open the french doors that lead into a living room of sorts but Bucky is nowhere to be found. Faint men’s laughter rings out and she follows it like a bloodhound on a trail all the way to the other side of the massive house. She’s met with a set of large oak doors but behind it are the voices of Steve and Bucky. Debating on knocking, she forgoes the formality and walks straight into the surprise of the two men.

“Draga,” Bucky sighed when he saw that it’s just her, “How are you?”

“Steve, get out. I need to talk to him, alone.”

Steve looks to Bucky for guidance and gets up regardless. Bucky gives him a nod of approval and stands as well to meet Sunny. With his hands out, he goes to cradle her arms but she takes a staggering step back just as Steve closes the door.

“Peggy told me about Celeste,” she whispers with pain etched deeply in her voice and across her face.

He takes a deep breath as he rubs a hand down his face, “What did she tell you?”

“Everything.”

“Everything,” he repeats while he leans against a window seal that overlooks the very garden where it all happened.

“Why didn't you tell me?”

He takes a moment before answering, “I didn’t want to scare you.”

She scoffs at his excuse, “But telling me that you’re strigoi was fine? This ”crossed the line though?”

“I can see where I messed up,” he barely offers, voice devoid of anything but just underneath the surface he yearns to hold her and make things better.

Her own voice isn’t up to par with his and it creaks as she tries to get out any words at all, “I trusted you. I don’t even know how I feel about you but I trusted you. I let Yelena go for you because I thought I could trust you.”

That catches him off guard and his jaw tenses as his emotions begin to take over.

“You did what?”

“Right before I called you, Yelena and I broke things off.”

His tongue pokes at the inside of his lip and he finally looks at her to see what he’s done to her unintentionally. Her eyes are watery and beginning to puff up from her efforts to hold back her tears. Her body is rigid from the stress of everything she’s been through. He can see the fatigue in her features and in her physical state. Since getting to Bucharest, she’s barely taken care of herself, granted it’s only been a matter of days but the neglect is clear as day. She needs him to be honest with her before the mental toll is too much and he risks losing whatever sliver of a chance he had.

“Come here,” he calls to her in the softest voice he can manage. He too had been taken over by the severity of their situation. His facial hair has grown out to create a dark shadow across his face and his hair is longer than it’s been in years. He’s foregone any sort of luxury attire and instead lives in t-shirts with jackets and jeans.

She hesitates for a moment but the calm call of his voice coaxes her closer and she disobeys her internal monologue to listen. With one arm outstretched, he beckons for her to tuck into his side and she doesn’t, staying just outside of his reach.

“Come here,” he whispers again, leaning to graze his fingers against her arm and to catch her. She takes one small step forward and it’s enough for him to grasp her arm, tugging her the rest of the way. Wrapping her own arms around him, she buries her face into his shoulder and her emotions consume her.

He lets her use him as a comfort object although he knows she doesn’t truly want him. She would take comfort from anyone or that’s what he tells himself. He whispers reassurance into her ear in Romanian and runs his hand up and down her back as her years come to an end.

Sunny pulls away enough to look at him. Her hands take a hold of his face and she leans her forehead against his, closing her eyes as she does so. Their breaths mingle together and he allows himself to find comfort in her touch as well. His hands match hers; taking a hold of her face and holding her close enough it’s beyond tempting for him.

“I’m not her,” she finally says.

“I know.”

“Say my name.”

The black veins of his true self begin to raise and take over his self control. He snaps his eyes shut and goes to drop his hands but she catches them in hers.

“Say my name, Bucky.”

“Sunny,” he says shallowly as if there is no air in his lungs.

“My name,” she emphasizes as she drops his hands to her neck and repositions hers on his face.

“Don’t do this to me doll,” he warns as he tries to pull away but she refuses to let him.

“Bucky, my name.”

The whine in her voice makes his lungs constrict and he feels her lip ghost over his.

Before she fully pressed down into his, she asks him again to say her name and he complies this time, “Y/N.”

Satisfied with his response, she takes his lips in hers and kisses him. He stiffens in the start but relaxes into her embrace and gives into the kiss, fully allowing himself to enjoy what he’s been dreaming of. Sunny leans into him and his hands catch her waist so they don’t fall from her going practically limp in his arms. Soft sighs and moans leave her mouth as they kiss. Bucky pulls her into him even more and uses her noise of shock to slip his tongue into her mouth. One of her hands leaves his face to catch herself on the window frame as they lean back into their kiss. She pulls away for a moment to get a better look at the man before her and smiles at the sight. The black veins around his eyes have begun to recede while his dark blue eyes remain hidden behind his long lashes and short puffs of air leave his swollen lips. Her fingers drift over the veins and his eyes flutter open at the feeling.

“Y/N,” he whispers against her fingers as she trails them down his face.

“Bucky,” she whispers back.

“Y/N.”

Her smile grows softer the more he says her name, not her nickname but her name.

“What did you mean by ‘don’t do this to me’?” she asks as she continues to trace over his features.

He chuckles while dropping his head so he doesn’t have to look at her when he answers her, “You already know.”

“No I don’t,” she says whilst drawing him up by his chin, “What did you mean?”

“Remember what I told you that night?” he sighs, letting the vulnerability consume him against his better judgment.

She nods, her finger trailing across his lips and poking at where his fangs disappeared into his gums.

“I’m weak when you’re around,” he tells her and kisses the tip of her finger.

“Because of Celeste?”

He shakes his head, “It’s you, it’s always been you.”

“What did you tell her?” Steve harshly demands as he finds Peggy out in the garden with their son. He stalks up to her and nearly shatters the glass of her table when he slams his fists down.

She doesn’t even flinch, instead offering him a sweet smile, “What are you talking about?”

“You know exactly what I’m talking about, now tell me what you said to Sunny.”

Peggy shrugs her shoulders and waves to Yelena who is being chased around by Wyatt.

“You told her about Celeste didn’t you?”

She shrugs again, looking at him from under her lashes, “She was going to find out sooner or later. It was only a matter of time.”

Steve scoffs in disbelief, “That wasn’t for you to tell. Why would you do that?”

“Like I said,” she said, more defensive than before, “She was going to find out sooner or later so I sped up the process.”

“I hope you realize what this means for you.”

“And what exactly does this mean for you?” she hisses, spinning around to face her husband, “You’ll pick your friend over your wife? The mother of your child?”

Steve shakes his head before walking away, neither confirming nor denying her assumption.

The minute he’s not within sight she pulls out of her phone to text Alix one thing and one thing only; the Bucharest Estate address with specific instructions on how to find Sunny’s and Bucky’s room.

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