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Pairing: Mob Boss! Sam Wilson x Rumlow! Reader; Bucky Barnes x Reader (platonic); Steve Rogers x Reader (platonic); Brock Rumlow x Reader (platonic)
Word Count:Â around 4K
Warnings: 18+ As always, MINORS DNI, Not Betaâd. All mistakes my own. Childhood hoods, childhood crush, childhood nicknames based upon appearance, young Brock, Steve, Bucky and Sam, skinny Stevie Rogers, sibings being sibings, bratty behavior, Angst, allusion to underage drinking and crime, toxic parents, protective bothers, allusions to underaged drinking, bratty behavior, a punch in the nose (accidental), bloody nose, shirtless Sam, kind of innocent reader, fingering, oral sex (female receiving) loss of virginity, pain during sex, p in v, raw sex (wrap it or donât tap it), praise kink, after care. This entire fic is comprised of two flashbacks.
A/N: This is in the same AUÂ Try a Little Tenderness and The Representative, and comes directly after Addicted To You. The AU is called This Thing of Ours.
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You were ten years old, it was 2002, and you were spending the summer in Brooklyn at your fatherâs house.Â
It was long before the mob war that he created which separated your brother Brock from his best friends.Â
And it was a time that would change you forever.
The July afternoon was hot and so was the block. Music was blaring from the speakers of someoneâs radio and there was a buzz in the air: adolescence, ambition and a potential for violence.Â
You a slave to a page in my rhyme book/Gettin' big money, playboy, your time's up/Where them gangstas at?/ Where them dimes at?/They shootin'! Aw, made you look
They called you Bunny because of your teeth and your size. But you were a scrapper and could stand up for yourself. Your father taught you that.Â
You also had a smart mouth, and roasted anyone who dared talk about you or your family.Â
Your mother taught you that.Â
When you came to your fatherâs house while your mother took her annual girls trip that summer, you found that your big brother was suddenly different. Gone was the quiet gangly 12 year old who drew up plans for world domination in composition books in his room; a wiry 13 year old who had friends who were just as scrappy and hungry as he was had taken his place.
Little Stevie Rogers never backed down from a fight. Thatâs where his best friend Bucky Barnes came in, backing him up when Stevie was against the wall. Brock was the kid with vision, the one who had a plan to get them where they wanted to be.
In power.
Your brother tried to ignore you, but you trailed after him because there was nothing better to do. One day, you sat in the stoop and watched him and his friends working to open the fire hydrant across the street from your dadâs house.
Your brother felt your eyes on them as you hugged your knees.You were a sight, bushy hair, glasses, braces, and an intense look on your face. He felt bad.Â
For a second.
âWhy donât you go on over there and play dolls with Shandy and ânâem, Bunny?â
You glanced over at the girls playing on the next stoop, their braids wilting in the sun. They were playing with stiff dolls with stiff plastic hair and legs that didnât bend. Not your scene.
You just poked your tongue out at him and moved to stand in the water now dripping out of the hydrant, your strawberry sneakers with the bows getting drenched. You smiled down at them, thinking of how mad your mother would be.
âAw, câmon Brock. She ainât hurtinâ nobody. Let her have some fun.â
Buckyâs blue eyes shone down at you and you pushed up your glasses and looked up at him, squinting in the sun. Stevieâs bony elbow bumped into yours as you hopped to avoid the bruising gush of water along the pavement as they succeeded in their quest.
âSorry.â
Stevie smiled at you. He really was a nice boy, even though he was pugnacious. Bucky was a smart ass, however.
âYou donât want her to melt, do ya? Your old man would skin you alive.âÂ
Stevie and Bucky laughed as Brock scowled. He didnât have time for benevolence or little sisters. He had plans. He shook his head.
âFocus. We gotta stick with the plan. Sammy Wilson is coming over to talk about whatâs happening tonight, and she doesnât need to be around.â
You flipped Brock off behind Bucky and Stevieâs back, and he just scowled harder at you. No matter what you did, he didnât engage with you like you wanted him to. How boring.
Bucky whistled.Â
âWilson is fast. That dude can run his ass off.â
Sam was on the track team at the high school down the block.
âI can beat him.â
Stevie puffed his bird chest out and Brock and Bucky laughed at him. You felt bad.Â
âI believe you Stevie.â
He grinned at you and ducked his head.
Brock rolled his eyes and you flipped him off.
He pointed back at you.
âIâm sick of you. Iâm telling Dad.â
You thrilled at the attention.
âGo ahead, Iâll tell him what youâre up to.â
Brock grabbed you by the shirt, snarling.
âYou better not say a fucking word.â
You pulled away and landed on the pavement, your knee skinned. You kneeled, bending over to look at it, and to keep your tears inside, when you heard the voice of an angel.
âNeed some help?â
You looked up into a face haloed by the sun. You reached for the hand that was offered and stood up to look into the face of 14 year old Sammy Wilson. And you were done for.
That gap tooth smile, those eyes. That skin.
You stared at him as you registered laughter around you. Sam spoke again.
âYou okay?â
He seemed like he really wanted to know how you were.
âY-yeah.â
He chuckled.
âYou better clean that off.â
Sam took your hand and led you back over to the hydrant. He kneeled down, cupped water in his hand and cleaned off your knee.
âSssssss!âÂ
It stung.
âSorry. But itâs for your own good.â
You felt warm, and not just from the heat, as you let him take care of you.
You stared at him as he finished.
âThatâs the best I can do. You need to get a band-aid.â
âOkay.âÂ
You would do anything he said. Sam looked up at you and it was like the air was sucked out of your body. You didnât know what this feeling was, but it intrigued you.
âNo problem. I got a little sister at home. Sarah. Just looking out. You gotta be careful.â
He smiled as he stood up and walked away.Â
You watched him move over to the other boys, forever changed because thatâs when you fell in love with Sammy Wilson.
You spent that last summer in Brooklyn as the unofficial mascot of the Savage Crims, the newest gang on the block. Steve, Bucky, and Sam adopted you and you became scout, lookout, and spy. It was the best summer of your life.
Your mother moved to Los Angeles that fall and took you with her. She started dating more legitimate businessmen, meaning the same type of men as your father, just with generational wealth and privilege.
It was a different world than New York. You went to fancy private schools and learned how to play the game. You were now a âfriendly black hottie,â sidekick to the main character in every scene.Â
But you were smart.Â
As you grew older, you watched and learned and played the part, and soon, you were running the game. By the time you graduated from high school, you were the center of attention, just the way you liked it.Â
Your mother was engaged, and you and she were on the cusp of something sheâd dreamed of her entire life: being iconic.
You started your first two years in college at UCLA, but you convinced your mother that fashion was how you would enable yourself to meet the best type of men, and that Parsons School of design in New York was the place to be.Â
You acted as if you were uninterested in reconnecting with Brock, who your mom thought hadnât contacted you in eight years aside from telling you that your father had died.
You convinced your mother that you wouldnât venture off the island of Manhattan, and she believed you because she was in the midst of applying the full court press on her man.
The truth was, you and Brock kept in touch regularly, and you were eager to see your brother again.Â
And his friends.
So you flew back East in 2012, 10 years after you left, butterflies threatening to fly out of your mouth as you landed at Laguardia.Â
After a few weeks in the city establishing your dominance, you showed up at the boysâoffices unannounced. He knew you were in town, and told you about how successful he was now, with the help of Bucky and Steve.Â
And Sam.Â
You were going to go see just how successful everyone was.Â
And how lucky you could get.
âWho the hell is that?â
Bucky peered at the camera about the buzzer to the brownstone. Steve came over to look as well.
âIt canât be⌠Brock, câmere.â
âWhat is it? Weâre trying to work out this next shipmentâŚâ
Brock looked at the camera as Sam watched his jaw drop from the table.
âWho is it?â
âFuck! Thatâs Bunny!â
Brock backed up as Steve pressed the buzzer. He opened the door to wait for you to climb the stairs.
âStevie!?âÂ
Your excited shriek was muffled as the now beefy blonde picked you up immediately to twirl you around into the loft space.
You stood back, feeling his muscles through his shirt.
âWow! You have filled out.â
âI must have learned from youâŚâÂ
Steve looked you up and down when you heard a roar in your ear.
âBunny!â
Bucky gave you a bear hug to where you couldnât breathe. You pounded his back and punched him in the pecs when he let go. You caught your breath and then turned to Brock, whose eyes were shining.
âGod, youâre grown up. Youâre not my little Bunny anymore.â
âShut up, stupid.â
You embraced your brother, surprised at your emotion. You were choking up, about to sob in his arms.
âI missed you.â
You whispered into his shirt.
âMissed you too, kid.â
You let him go and you dabbed at your eyes. You heard someone clear their throat and looked over to see Sam standing next to you.
âHey Sammy!â
You tried to make your voice light, so as not to betray your feelings. Youâd replayed this moment in your mind a million times.
He was a man now. And damn. What a man. Tall, dark and handsome. But with that same smile.Â
Sam tried to be cool. Brock was right. You werenât little any more. A full grown woman. He tried to not check you out because he knew Brock was watching, but damn. You were beautiful. All over.
âWell? Can I get a hug?â
Sam unfroze himself.
âOf course.â
You seemed to melt into him, your breasts pressed against his chest, his lats seeming to mold around you. He could do this all day.Â
When Sam opened his eyes, he saw Buckyâs raised eyebrow and he released you, stepping back and over to the table to try and pretend that all of his senses were not tuned on you.
âHowâs Sarah?â
Sam smiled.
âGood. You should call her.â
You smiled back
âI will.â
Bucky interrupted.
âTell me all about your socialite world, Ms.Y/L/N.â
You rolled your eyes.
âRumlow âtil I die.â
You locked eyes with Sam.
âWho does a girl have to screw to get a drink around here?â
You joked and the room fell silent.
âNo one.â Brock deadpanned. âAnd youâll wait another year until youâre legal.âÂ
You rolled your eyes.
âYes, like everything is legal up in here.â
It was just like old times: you giving them all hell. Although Samâs hell was different now.Â
Bucky handed you a bottle of water.
âThanks Buck!âÂ
You sat and crossed your legs across from Sam and Brock.
âSo. Howâs things?â
You four talked for hours, ordering pizza from Salâs and shooting the shit. It was almost midnight when they drew straws to see who would take you home. Sam drew the short straw.Â
Lucky him.
You rode in the passenger seat of Samâs BMW, arms folded across your chest, an adorable bratty pout on your delectable lips. Heâd been watching that mouth all night, torturing himself with visions of those in various places on his body. He was getting hard.Â
Sam stifled a moan which he tried to play off.
You jumped a little when he growled at you.
âWhat the hell is wrong with you, little girl?â
You turned toward him, mad.
âFirst of all, Iâm not a little girl any more.â
âYeah, Right.â
It sounded dismissive, but Sam was really just agreeing with you.
âSecond of all, yâall really drew straws to take me home?â
You glared at him as he laughed at your outrage.
âIâm not the little tagalong from years ago. I didnât even need you to take me home. I could call anyone to come get me. To come get this.â
You held up your flip phone and indicated your body. Samâs dark eyes took you in and felt possessive. Holy shit, he was in deep.Â
âIâm sure you got lots of hardheads after you.âÂ
Sam clenched his jaw and looked back at the road as he drove to The Village.
âWeâre busy men, Bunny. We got important work to do. Brock will be working for a couple more hours, Bucky is running the streets, and Steve probably has a date right nowâŚâ
âAt 1 am? You mean a booty call.â
Sam continued, ignoring you.
âBut what will never change is us protecting you. Weâre family, Bunny.â
You pushed his head and he glared at you.
âSame little boys is all I see. Important crimes, you mean.â
You huffed back into your seat, your breasts bouncing in your spandex dress. Sam fought to keep his eyes on the road.
âIâll show you a little boy. Donât try me, Bunny.â
You turned back to him, batting your eyes, but your attitude on 1000.
âIâd love to try you Sammy.â
Sam had the urge to take you by the throat and slide you up and down his dick, but he just squeezed the steering wheel harder, trying to ignore you.Â
âHey Sammy.â
He sideyed you. Your voice was too sweet.
âLetâs go get a drink.â
âFuck no!â
âCâmon, donât be a prude. I drank all the time in Europe this summer.â
âIn case you havenât noticed, this isnât Europe, and I donât give a fuck.â
You sat back in your seat, grumbling and frustrated. He would never see you as anything but little Bunny. By the time you got to campus, you didnât even wait for Sam to park before you jumped out. He caught up with you, long legs gaining ground quickly. He grabbed your arm.
âHey!â
âLet me go!â
You turned around and popped him in the nose by reflex.
âShit!âÂ
Sam held his face and doubled over.
âOh, my damn! Iâm sorry Sammy. Let me see.â
âStopâŚâ
Sam pulled away from you and as his hands moved, blood spattered all over his shirt and the concrete below him.
âOh no. Oh no. Iâm so sorry.â
Sam was moving away.
âJust.. leave me alone. Iâm okayâŚâ
âNo youâre not. Iâm sorry Sammy. Come up to my place. Please. Iâll clean you up.â
Sam opened his watery eyes to see your remorseful face and let you lead him up to your apartment, up three flights of stairs. You took him immediately to the bathroom and you washed him up, giving him a wet washcloth and telling him to lean his head forward, indicating the toilet.
Sam sat down and did as he was told, pinching the bridge of his nose.
You sat on the floor below him and stared up at him, hugging your knees.
âIâm so so so so sorry SammyâŚâ
He looked at you, silent, and continuing to pinch his nose.
You stayed with him for 15 minutes until he stopped bleeding and stood up again, cleaning up a bit more. You felt so bad.
You stared at his shirt as he stood.
âJeez, Sammy, take that shirt off, let me soak it.â
Sam remained silent, but took off his shirt.
You bent over to get some hydrogen peroxide from the cabinet, scrubbed the shirt a little, then soaked it in cold water.
Sam was watching your ass, almost feral at the fact that you were such a brat. You needed to be tamed. But you were Brockâs kid sister. He was so torn.Â
âYou can grab a sweatshirt out of my ââÂ
You turned around toward and stopped mid thought, mind blank at the sight of Samâs shirtless form.
âHoly shit.â
Sam gave you a lopsided grin.
âYou keep sweatshirts in your holy shit?â
You didnât even hear the tease, just licked your lips as you stepped toward him.
âSammy?â
Sam gulped and tried to calm down. But the look on your face was everything at the moment. He knew he probably should have, but he didnât stop you as you entered his space. You reached your hand up to his nose.
âAre you ok?â
âI think so.âÂ
Sam reached up and manually shifted his nose.Â
âProbably just broken for the third time. Been in a couple of scraps.â
Your fingers entwined with his and you brought them to your lips. Tears started to slide down your face.
âIâm sorry.â
Sam wiped the tears from your face with his thumbs.
âDonât cry. Iâm ok.â
He pulled you in for a hug, and then leaned back.
As you looked up at him, he whispered, âSo damn beautiful, BunnyâŚâÂ
Suddenly, he was kissing your face, collecting your salt water with his lips. Then, he pulled away.
âWhat are we doing?âÂ
You began to nuzzle his palm, while your hands reached for his pecs.
âStop thinking so much, SammyâŚâ
âThinkingâs what got us into this..â
You nodded.
âDâyou know how long Iâve been thinking about this?â
Your eyes followed your hands as they traced his chest, then his sternum down to his happy trail. His stomach clenched at the sensation. He was too far gone.
âHow long?â
âFrom the first time someone tried to be with me sexually. I never really wanted to, I mean Iâve messed around, I can suck your soul out, but Iâve never wanted anyone inside of me.â
You were tracing his hard on outside of his pants, your face upturned now.
âAre you trying to say thatâŚyouâreâŚâ
You nodded again.
âYou were always in the back of my mind, Sam. I only want you.â
Sam tilted his head downward and captured your lips in a kiss, as though it were inevitable.
You both drew back and then your lips crashed together again, your bodies pressed up against each other urgently.
The kiss was everything you ever imagined and everything Sam didn't know that he wanted. Your hands went for his belt buckle. At that moment, Sam placed his hands on your arms and pushed you away from him.
âWe canât do this.â
You nodded, stepped back and took a deep breath.
âYouâre right. Youâre one of my brotherâs best friends. No need for you to pop my cherry or anything.â
You two stared at each other. Then you licked your lips. Sam cocked his eyebrow, trying to restrain himself from the animalistic urges your filthy mouth gave him.
âYou little brat.â
Sam grabbed your neck to pull you close to him. He reached down to pull your skirt up and he rubbed your ass like he was trying to shine it. He then put both hands on you to spread your cheeks apart. Your wetness was evident in the sound. You buried your face in his chest, embarrassed.
âSounds like you really want this.â
For once in your life, you were speechless, and Sam reached down and angled your head up so he could look at you.
âI need you tonight Sam.â
You kissed him again and tried to get on your knees. But Sam stopped you and led you over to your bed.
âYouâre the queen right now.â
You pulled off your dress and stood there in your bra and panties as Sam pulled you toward your bed to lay beside him, his hand caressing down the side of your body.Â
He moved his fingers over the lace of your bra to find your nipple, and when it was discovered, he pinched it to see your reaction. The way your eyes closed halfway and your mouth opened was everything. He reached behind you to expertly unhook your bra and looked down on you.
âYou're so beautiful.â
And he dipped his head running his tongue around the edges of your areola, making your nipple rock hard against his breath. Then, he started sucking in earnest, his huge hand going to tweak and play with the other. You threw your head back in earnest, the feeling in your cunt growing with each pull of his mouth. You started moaning.
âYou mean to tell meâŚ. That no one has ever⌠had the pleasureâŚâ
Sam asked the important question between having his mouth on you. He couldnât get enough.
You shook your head and furrowed your brow. It was taking you out of the moment. Sex was just a means to an end for you up until now.
âI suck them off, and theyâre satisfied. Sânot a big dealâŚ.. Ahhhhh.â
Sam stopped what he was doing to look into your eyes.Â
âIt is a big deal, Bunny. You deserve everything.â
Sam tenderly kissed your lips as he pulled your panties off, and then returned to your breasts. Tears slipped down your face to the pillow beneath your head as he finally parted your legs. His hand, led by his long middle finger slid down your wet, wet folds to play in your slick.Â
âMmmmmm. Thatâs that shit I like.âÂ
Sam rumbled in his chest, and the vibrations reached your nipple, causing you to arch into his mouth and hand. Samâs fingers worked your clit and you could feel it get hard and plucky. You heard the sloshing wetness of your arousal. So did Sam. He pulled off to look at you again.
âYou ever play with yourself?â
The look on his face was part possession and part genuine concern.
âOf course. But not this gooodddddâŚ. Shit Sam. I just hit it and quit itâŚ. Fuckkkk that feels good.â
Sam was plucking your nipple with one hand and rubbing your clit in expert circles with the other, watching the ecstasy on your face as you neared your peak.Â
âCâmon for me now. Cum. right here in my handâŚYesâŚ. Thatâs a girlâŚâ
It hit you like a ton of bricks.
âHoly mother ofâŚâŚssshhhhhhiiiiittttt! Sam! Fuckkkk fuck fuck fuck!â
You tried to grab his hand to move it away, but he was strong. Oh so strong. He didnât stop.
âSam⌠I⌠Sam stop..I can'tâŚâ
âYou can, and you will. Take it. Youâre tough. You can take it.âÂ
You convulsed as your pulses slowed down and you tried to relax.
âThatâs a girl. Just give it to me. Let me have it. Love that shit. Youâre beautiful right now, you know that?â
You calmed under his praise and got into the groove of his pleasure.
Samâs fingers started exploring you, one of them sliding easily inside you, so he added another, but when he reached the second knuckle, you clamped down hard.
âShit, Bunny. Youâre so so tight.â
Sam looked at you with lust and you could feel his cock throbbing against your thigh, his precum making a mess.
âThought that first one would have loosened you up. Looks like you need at least one more.â
Your eyes grew wide as he slid down your body, fingers still inside you, but now his mouth clamping around your clit, which was still sensitive. Your knees closed around his head and he pried them off with one hand.
âTake it Bunny. You deserve.â
It was the last thing he said before he destroyed your soul with his mouth. He licked and sucked and lapped, and his fingers slid inside you and curled the spark of pain muted by the fireworks behind your eyes as you came harder than you ever had in your life, including a few minutes earlier.
âHnnnnh, hunnnnnnhh. SamâŚâ
He was kneeling up now, grabbing for his pants and a condom. When you saw the foil packet, you stopped him.
âNo Sammy. Wanna feel you.â
Sam raised his eyebrow.
âMom put me on the pill when I was 13. Itâs like a vitamin now. Iâm good.â
Sam nodded and his thumb went to your still vibrating clit as he swiped his head in your viscous slit. He managed to pop his thicker-than-you-thought head inside you, but you yelped in pain as he tried to slide in.
He leaned down, arms on either side of your head as you clutched his shoulders.
âYou good?â
You nodded, tears in your eyes as you smiled.
âI want it, I need it. Give it to me.â
Sam looked at you, shook his head and smiled.
He slid inside you slowly, seeming to grow wider and longer with each inch that he gave you. The burning between your legs was soothed by his praise and tender kisses on your forehead.
âThere you go. Feels so so good for me Bunny. Youâre doing so good. I canât believe this⌠Make me wanna cum already. This pussy is so tight. And so good. Better than Iâve ever hadâŚâ
Sam relaxed you, and you began to enjoy that he was taking you apart. When your moans matched his thrusts was when he started to give it to you, his will power waning.
You were the epitome of desire.
He hiked your leg above his hip so that he could dig deeper and his thumb found your clit again.
âOne more Bunny. Just one moreâŚâ
He felt you flutter around him and he gripped the base of his cock.Â
âSammyâŚ.â
âYes⌠oh⌠fuck yesâŚ.â
âOhhh! Ah!â
Your cream gushed around him as you came and Sam grunted and let go inside you.
âFuuuuucckkkkkkkk aahhhhhhh ahhhh. Fuck!â
Sam felt like he his balls would never empty and he slumped on top of you, feeling your arms snake around him to hold him.
âMmmm⌠Sammy.â
He could hear the smile in your voice. He leaned up off of you and kissed your nose, looking into your eyes.
âAre you okay?â
You smiled at him and Samâs heart was gone. You had it locked up.
âBetter than okay.â
He kissed you again.
âStay right here.â
He went to the bathroom, coming backwith a washcloth and tenderly cleaned you up. You heard the bath running.
âYouâre going to be sore.â
âYes. Iâm going to feel you for a week.â
Sam grinned and you saw his cock come to life. You smirked and gingerly moved ot get out of bed.
âJoin me in the bathtub Sammy. Wanna try the wet and wildâŚ.â
Sam was hypnotized by the sway of your ass.
He didnât think of the implications of what just happened. Heâd had a taste, and his hunger was voracious. He just wanted you.
And that would become a problem.
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Criminal (70215 words) by SleeplessMidnight26 Chapters: 32/32 Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Rape/Non-Con Relationships: Steve Rogers/Tony Stark Characters: Steve Rogers, Tony Stark, James "Bucky" Barnes, Obadiah Stane, Happy Hogan, Matt Murdock, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Nick Fury, Clint Barton, Thaddeus Ross, Sam Wilson (Marvel), Brock Rumlow, Alexander Pierce, Jack Rollins Additional Tags: Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Tags Contain Spoilers, Alternate Universe, Alternate Universe - No Powers, Mpreg, Implied Mpreg, mafia, Top Tony Stark, Mob Boss Tony Stark, Organized Crime, Crimes & Criminals, Drug Use, Drug Dealing, Prostitution, Bisexual Tony Stark, Gay Steve Rogers, Smut, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff and Smut, Protective Tony Stark, Protective Bucky Barnes, Bottom Steve Rogers, Artist Steve Rogers, DarkTony!, Dark Romance, Dark Tony Stark, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat Summary:
Steve Rogers, he works as a waiter in Manhattan, but lives with Bucky in Brooklyn. Heâs lived with Bucky for years, being the only closest family they only have each other. Buckyâs got a new job for a few years now that he doesnât tell Steve about. His job to protect his little brother is to shelter him from what he can.
That is until Steve meets Tony Stark. Steve falls head over heels for this man that he waited on at the restaurant. Soon enough they start dating. But Steve finds out later that Bucky works for Mr. Stark and that Tony doesnât have a typical office job like he thought. Now heâs involved with New Yorkâs biggest Mafia boss Mr. Stark. Right where Bucky didnât want him to be.
@sleeplessmidnight26 đ¤Šâ¤ď¸ I love this!!!!
#steve rogers#tony stark#james bucky barnes#brock rumlow#mpreg#mob boss tony stark#bisexual tony stark#gay steve rogers#fluff and smut#crimes and criminals#mafia
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#travis pierce howlett#can't blame travis one bit yup yup#JM is one of MY favs oop đł I'll keep my mouth shut about him delightfully sitting on Travis's face before knotting Travis again đ¤#no but the way they would share similar chaotic energy >>>#literally his fav toxic alpha#idk what's better his fav alpha personal mercenary or some sort of mob boss alpha situation#altho Travis having his own mercenary Logan hates like Logan hates Joe and Brock is mwuah mwuah mwuah
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i need to stop my brain from creating more AUs does anyone know how to do this
#its not my fault#they're in vegas#how could i not be thinking abt mob boss au#fred/brock#nfl rpf#BRAINWORMS
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Iâve considered this now. Sam wouldnât like it at first but heâd 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 theyâre all not just terrible for the kids but nasty af!
Steve would be terrible at it, he canât cook to save his life and he would be too nice to all of the kids-writing down all their complaints as if itâs 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 Iâve got in my head of him threatening people with whisks and potato mashers
Without further ado, I present to you for your lunch time terrorâŚ
Lunch Lady Brock RumlowâŚeternally angry and wonât 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 Iâm 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 usđĽ°
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! â¤ď¸
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protector
summary | the moment bucky fell in love with you
pairing | mob!bucky barnes x fem!reader
warning | angst, arranged marriage, age gap, insecurity, violence, fluff ending
word count | 1.5k
You didnât know anyone in that room. Staying flanked to Buckyâs side, letting him parade you around the room as he talked with the other men he did business with. It wasnât no secret about what Bucky did, it was how you married him.Â
Being the only child, and along with being a girl, your father wanted someone to pass down his business to, though offering it to you first, declining immediately because you couldnât be a part of the mob, Bucky was next pick.Â
Bucky came from his own lineage, his own family wealth, already the boss of his family business and now the head of yours. After getting married, you moved into his family estate, far from your father and mother, but having the little words of encouragement from your mother made it a little better.Â
âIf he ever hurts you physically or mentally, his reputation be damned, Iâll get you out of there.â
Bucky was the opposite of what you expected, he was respectful towards you since the wedding, making sure to put your comfort first even though your marriage was purely transactional.Â
Your parents' relationship was the same, but your mother grew to love your father, and the way he worshiped her made her safe. You wanted that one day with Bucky.Â
Giving a small smile to all the people you passed, there were a few men murmuring to each other about your relationship, some of the women glaring at you, all the same looks you received once you were married.Â
It wasnât no secret Bucky was handsome, powerful and wealthy, the whole package to women in the room, and they were envious, a little jealous.Â
Buckyâs arm was around your waist, squeezing you occasionally, reminding you that he was still looking out for you. Coming up to a group of men, Bucky slid his hand away from you, shaking the hand of everyone.Â
âAnd you all know my wife.â He smiled, reattaching his arm. Smiling behind your champagne glass, you just nodded, glancing over each other before your eyes widened.Â
Brock Rumlow.Â
Brock was originally supposed to marry you, but once your father heard about what he had done to a business partner's daughter, he cut ties with him. You remembered Brock in your fatherâs office, the two of them yelling back and forth, hiding behind a pillar, seeing him storm out the estate.Â
Looking out of the corner of his eye, Bucky noticed how you tensed you quickly, looking down at the ground, keeping that in his head, he whisked the two of you away.Â
âWhatâs wrong?â His voice was rough, turning so he could fully look at you.Â
âItâs nothing.â You shook your head, not wanting to ruin his night. Bucky just looked at you, but you kept up your wall, âItâs fine, I just thought I saw something.â
Bucky knew you were lying but he wasnât going to demand you to tell him, just nodding, âYou tell me anything if somethings wrong, I donât care.â
You just nodded, agreeing with him.Â
Sitting down for dinner, happy that the two of you had a table to yourselves, but seeing as everyone was looking at the two of you, mostly you, waiting for your next move, like they were waiting for you to do something wrong.Â
âDonât worry about them.â Bucky whispered, âTheyâre just envious of you.â
That made you calm down a little bit, finishing up your dinner, making your way towards the stage.Â
Watching Bucky walk up, you smiled, clapping loudly for him. Standing on the edge of the room, you stayed out of eyesight from everyone, well almost everyone.Â
Brock had been watching you since the moment you walked in with Bucky. He knew it was you that messed up the arrangement, watching as Bucky came in at the 11th hour, taking all of it from him.Â
âWell, well, finally alone Mrs. Barnes.â Tensing up at his voice, you tried to get away from Brock, not being past enough, him grabbing onto your upper arm dragging you away.Â
âLet me go!, stop!â You tried to yell but it seemed like Buckyâs speech was ending, and as everyone started to clap, it canceled out your plea for help.
âShut up, you bitch!â He shoved you against the wall, cornering you. Turning your face away from him, your arm starting to bruise, tears starting to cascade down your cheeks. âYou ruined my life!â
âWhat?â You didnât understand what he had been saying. Scoffing, Brock brought his hand to your face, smacking you across the face. Letting out a gasp, your hand instantly came up to your cheek, cradling.Â
âBUCKY!â You tried to yell, some sound coming out before Brock covered your mouth. You knew what he was capable of, your eyes wide, pleading for him to let you go.Â
âYou know,â He smirked, his other hand slowly creeping up your leg, âI always wanted something from Barnes, his fortune, but I think I got a better prize tonight.â
Before anything could go further, Bucky had been looking for you since he was on stage, remembering where you were standing, seeing how you were gone. Scanning the room again, he saw how Brock was also gone, assuming the worst.Â
Ending his speech early, he darted off the stage, making his way towards the back of the gala, hearing you call for him.
âBUCKY!âÂ
Eyes wide, Bucky followed the sound of your voice, running down one of the empty hallways, seeing you at the end of it. Seeing red, Bucky stormed towards Brock, shoving him off you, slamming him into the wall.Â
âYou piece of shit.â He spit at him, his forearm pressing against neck, Brock gasping for air, âYou think you come here and mess with my wife.â
âCâmon Barnes, she was asking for it.â He smirked. Buckyâs eyes hardened, stepping away from Brock, before swinging a punch to his face.Â
You gasped, your hands covering your mouth, not knowing what to do, if you should pull Bucky off him or go call for help, both a bad idea.
Standing there helpless, you watched as Bucky punched Brock til the point he was unconscious.Â
Standing up, wiping the blood from his nose, Bucky turned back to you, seeing the two bruises on you.Â
âAre you bleeding?â His hands were soft on your cheek, caressing the bruise carefully, not wanting to hurt you anymore.Â
âNo.â You whispered, âBut it hurts a lot.â
Saying nothing more, Bucky wrapped an arm around your shoulder, bringing you to the car, forgetting about the gala all together.Â
âWe canât leave.â You protested.Â
âYour hurt, nothing is more important.â He stated, leaving no room for you to argue. Letting you hold his hand the entire way home, your thumb slightly moved over his bruised knuckles, touching it softly like he did when he held your cheek.Â
Driving in the estate, barely bringing the car into park, Bucky was already out the door, coming to your side, bringing you into the bathroom.Â
Pulling out the first aid and medical equipment he had, setting you up on the bathroom counter, Bucky rummaged through it all.Â
âNothingâs gonna make it go away.â You whispered, not wanting to get him mad, âItâll go away on its own eventually.â
You didnât know what caused it, but watching him freeze, his head still looking down, you heard him let out a sob.Â
âBucky.â You said cautiously. Looking up at you, tears now in his eyes, Bucky couldnât help but apologize.Â
âIâm sorry.â He choked, âIâm so sorry.â
Wrapping his arms around you, Bucky cried onto your dress, his head pressed against your chest. Not really knowing what to do, you slowly cradled his head in your arms, running your hair through his hair.Â
âItâs okay.â You whispered, pulling him away from you, wiping away his tears. âI never told you about it and you were protecting me, thatâs all I could ever do for you.â
It was like a lightbulb in both of your heads had clicked, looking into his eyes, before looking down at his lips before looking up at him again. Bucky seemed to have the same idea, slowly leaning in.Â
The kiss was soft, your hands still on his face, slowly moving your lips in sync with his. Pulling away, you rested your forehead onto his, smiling softly. That kiss was the first one since you were married and had been better than you imagined.Â
Letting out a watery laugh, Bucky stood between your legs, his hands on your waist. âI wanted to do that for so long.â
âReally.â You whispered, you always thought Bucky never really thought about a romantic relationship with you.Â
âAnd I know that we havenât really been a married couple, and I didnât want to pressure you into anything, letting you take the first steps. I know that I wasnât your first choice, but I promise you, I will always make sure youâre okay, you are my number 1 priority, I didnât marry you for your fatherâs chair, I married you because I knew that I could see a family with you.â
Smiling, you caressed his cheek, sighing softly. âI love you.â
Bucky always believed that he didnât have a heart, he didnât have any love in his body, never imagining heâd be married let alone being married to one of the most wonderful women he had ever met.Â
âI love you too, my love, with my whole being.â
fin.
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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.
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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.
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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.
âHow may I help you, gentleman?â His deep voice reverberated across the room.
âTheyâve got her, boss,â Sam stated evenly, ice dancing across each word. Bucky was on his feet in an instant, staring down the mean in front of him.
âWhat?â 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.
âThey 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-â
Before the words could finish leaving Steveâs 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.
Buckyâs 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,
âWill you let them know that we are all present Stark? That seems to be what they are waiting on.â He spoke, his tone even and calm causing everyone to share looks as Tony patched in the audio.
âAfternoon Barnes.â 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.
âLooks like you are starting to slack, she was an easy grab.â 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.
âSuch a shame, I donât understand why you would let such a pretty little thing out of your sight.â
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 didnât 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,
âI believe she has a few things to say to you, James.â 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.
âYeah, I got some things to say alright. If you aint here in the next hour, Iâm gonna be walking home myself. I got a mare due any day now and these asswipes didnât bother to close the cattle gate after they got me so now all the cattle are probably running amuck stressing out poor Parker.â
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.
âI got the location of the camera Buck,â Tony calls out from behind the computer, âItâs only a few blocks away, in that old warehouse on the junction of 5th Avenue and Bakers Street.â
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 âthwang!â 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 âI just got the blood out of this shirtâ.
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,
âBy 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. âCause 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 Iâm whooping your and everyone else in that room's asses.â
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.
âIt looks like she had them after all.â Bucky muses as they enter the elevator. The other men nod in agreement as Sam then says, âRemind me to never piss her off.â
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Indecent Proposal (15)
Summary: Your boyfriend wants to be part of their empire. You are the pawn heâs 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.
âWhat do we have here?â He dips his head and smirks. âI see you didnât waste time, Ms. Y/L/N. So, the rumors are true. You moved on really quickly, huh? Maybe we should investigate your boyfriendâs death again and dig a little deeper this time.â
âI told you; he wasnât my boyfriend when he died,â you try to not sound too scared. âScott and I parted ways on good terms. We just didnât work out. Please just leave me alone. I have nothing to do with what happened to him.â
âI donât believe a single word leaves your lips,â Brock sneers. âThey instructed you well. Youâre a damn good liar. I wondered why they are so interested in you.â He dips his head to look you up and down. âYour cunt cannot be the only reason. Do you have a connection to the mob, orâŚâ
âDetective,â Steve steps in front of you, blocking Brockâs path. âWhat brings us the pleasure of your presence?â He has a dangerous glint in his eyes when he looks at Brock. âDo you need diapers or a pacifier?â
âI didnât take you for a diaper lover,â Bucky steps behind Brock. âNo kink-shaming, Detective but this is not the right store to buy you stuff. Itâs for babies only.â
âWhat my polite husband tries to tell you,â Steve sizes Brock up, and narrows his eyes, âis that if you donât stop harassing our wife, you will regret that you were born.â
âIs that a treat?â Brock cocks his head to glance at you standing behind Steve. âYou know that Iâm a cop, right?â
Steve crosses his arms over his chest and straightens his back to look even taller.Â
âNot a treat, Detective,â he says lowly. âItâs a promise.â
âHow about we call our lawyer and your boss,â Bucky nearly growls. âI bet theyâd love to explain the law and your job to you again. I donât think that harassing a woman at a store is in your job description.â
âI bet he believed Y/N was alone,â Steve curls his upper lip. âMaybe you would rather be alone with me.â His features darken, and he drops his eyes to the badge in Rumlowâs hand. âWe could have so much fun.â
âMaybe heâs scared of being a bottom,â Bucky snickers behind Rumlowâs back. âHeâd look good with a collar around his neck, donât you think Stevie.â
âIâm not one of your boy toys,â Rumlow sneers. âYou 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.â
âWell in that case,â Bucky leaned closer to whisper the words, âyouâre a very brave man for messing with our girl while we are in the middle of shopping for clothes for our baby.â
âSomeone might call it suicidal,â Steve adds. He puffs his chest and stares Rumlow down. âWe hope you have a wonderful day, Detective. Maybe we can continue our conversation another time.â
âWe are terribly sorry, but there are more important things we need to take care of today,â Bucky steps closer to you to wrap his arm around your shoulders, offering protection. âIf youâd please excuse us now, Detective.â
âWait, Iâm not doneââ Rumlow huffs. He can only watch you; Steve and Bucky walk away. Youâre trembling and breathing is harder as you are scared to hell and back.
âYou need to breathe for me, doll,â Bucky whispers as he guides you toward the entrance. âWe will drive home and come back later.â
âI shouldâve planted a bullet to his brain right there, in the middle of the store,â Steve grits out. âHow dare him to even look at our girl!â
âYou called me your wife,â you sniffle and wipe your eyes. âBut we arenât married, and I donât think thatâs legal. I meanâŚyouâre already married to Bucky and Iâm justâŚâ
âYou are our wife,â Bucky stops you from doubting your role in your relationship. âWe will have a nice ceremony. You can wear a pretty dress, all white and innocent.â He purrs and nuzzles your cheek. âOnly for me to rip the dress off your body.â
âBuck,â Steve clears his throat. âWe will plan a wedding later. For now, we need to take care of Y/N. And laterâŚâÂ
He doesnât 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 troubleâŚ
âRomanoff, leash your dog and keep him away from our girl or we will put it to sleep,â Steve spits while talking. He yells loud enough to make his husband flinch. âHe talked to our girl in the middle of a store. Rumlow is out of control!â
âIâm not his mother nor do I have control over him,â Natasha bites back. âI covered your crimes for years. Iâm loyal, and you know it. Itâs not my fault Rumlow wonât stop sniffing around. Heâs like a dog with its bone.â
âYouâve got one last chance to stop him. If not, we will take care of him,â he says, and steps closer to Natasha.Â
âI canât,â she sighs and shakes her head. âItâs too much to ask for.â
âDonât act as if you are doing us a favor. We pay you well and make sure you are safe for years,â Steve points out.Â
âI did you more than one favor,â she argues and points at Bucky. âHow many times did I save your ungrateful asses from getting arrested?â
âAll right, well, let me rephrase that, then,â Bucky says and gets his gun out. âYou 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.â
Natasha blanches. She swallows audibly, feeling like a lamb among wolves. So far, Steve and Bucky treated her like an equal, but sheâs close to losing their protection and the money she got used to.
âIâll try,â she sniffs. âGive 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.â
Bucky nods, and hands Natasha an envelope filled with money. âYou have a week,â he says. âWe want to continue this fruitful business relationship. Donât fuck this up.â
âHey, he wonât hurt you, or get close to you, doll,â Steve softly speaks to you while his husband tugs you into bed. âWe promise to take care of him.â
âThe detective working for us will help us,â Bucky hastily says. He doesnât want to tell you that they already planned to get rid of Rumlow if Natasha doesnât find a way to make him stop.
âHe scared me, is all,â you whisper and snuggle into the pillow. âI believed he would arrest me, or you.â
âNo one will part us, Y/N,â Steve says. âAnd no one is brave enough to tryâŚâ
Part 15.2
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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:Â 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 Buckyâs 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,Â
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 oneâs to call, they were like family to the mob,Â
When you were just five your parents hid you and your brother in the closet, when they were executed in cold blood,Â
Buckyâs father who was the right hand man in the mob your parents worked for found the two of you,Â
They knew they couldnât risk putting you and your brother in foster care so he took you both in as one of his own,Â
You grew up in the mob, but you were never a part of it, Bucky Now Steveâs 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,Â
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,Â
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,Â
âGood morning doll.â He saysÂ
You smile at him as you walk towards him,Â
âGood morning.â You smile up at him since he is taller than you, and built like a brick house.Â
You however are small and petite, He always tells you that you need to eat more.Â
âDo you know where your dimwit brother is I havenât seen him all day.â He saysÂ
You shake your head,Â
âHeâs been dodging me.â You say with a sigh,Â
âThatâs odd.â He grumbles,Â
âIâll take the sunflowers by the way.â He saysÂ
You chuckleÂ
âYou donât need to buy something everyday you know.â You laugh
âSure I do, your my little sister after all.â He saysÂ
You giggle
Giving him a bouquet of sunflowers,Â
âBesides I just put them in Steveâs office anyway.â He saysÂ
You roll your eyes,Â
âHow romantic.â You sayÂ
âSmart ass.â He saysÂ
You giggle,Â
âIâll see you later alright, stay out of trouble.â He says kissing your forehead,Â
âIâll try.â You giggleÂ
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,
âJeremy? Where have you been?â You ask rushing over to him, You see his face is badly bruised and blood,Â
âOh my god what happened?â You say checking his face,Â
He grabs your hands, in his large hands.Â
âWe donât have much time, You have to know I tried to reason with him.â He says in a panic
âWhat are you talking about?â You asked a bit worried,Â
âI need to hide you and quick.â He says taking your hand, dragging you in the back of the shop,Â
âYour not making any sense.â You say worriedÂ
âI got in to deep Y/N! they are coming after you for collateral!â He saysÂ
âWhat?â You stop in your tracks,Â
âIâm so sorry I didnât mean to bring you into this.â He saysÂ
Suddenly you hear the bell to the store chime a bit roughly meaning someone yanked open the door with a lot of force.Â
âOh Y/N, I know your hear, your big brother told us exactly where to find you.â You hear an familiar voice, Brock is someone familiar to you Steve has had run ins with him a few times.Â
You look at your brother horrified,Â
âH-How could you-â You began,Â
âI donât have time to explain we need to get you out of here.â He says dragging you out the back only to be met with two big men,Â
Your brother blocks you from the,Â
âGoing somewhere?â You hear from behind you. You see Brock smirking at you,Â
You can feel your heart pounding against your chest,Â
âHello Y/N beautiful as always.â He says smirking at youÂ
You glare at him,Â
âWhat are you doing here?â You ask as you glare at him,Â
âI think your brother already explained to you the details.â Brock says smirking at you,Â
He tries to grab you but Jeremy blocks you from him,Â
Brock sighs snapping his fingers where two of his goons jump him, punching and kicking him to the ground,Â
âNo, No stop Iâll go just leave him alone!â You yell, he motions for his goons to stop, Jeremy stands you hug him,Â
âGet Steve,â 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,Â
You knew Steve however he had everyone from the police to attorney's in his pocket,Â
He will turn Brockâs operation upside down to get you back, You knew that for a fact,Â
One of Brockâs men place a handkerchief to your nose and mouth, You struggle but still breathe in the fumes and you fall into a deep sleep.Â
Jeremy ran as fast as he could to Steveâs mansion, The men at the gate knew him since heâs been in Steveâs crew for a few days, He runs to Steveâs office where he is having a meeting with Bucky and Sam, all the men look in his direction,Â
âDude do you know how to knock?â Sam saysÂ
âIâve been looking for you all morning where have you been?â Bucky says glaring at him,Â
Bucky was tired of his excuses, He was only letting him in Steveâs crew for a favor to Y/N but all the men stop when they see his condition and the pure panic on his face,Â
âWhat the hell happened to you?â Sam askedÂ
Steve just sat at his desk slightly annoyed,Â
âThey took her.â Jeremy saysÂ
Everyone in the room freezes,Â
âThey took, Y/N.â He saysÂ
Steve stands up, stalking over to him, Steve towers over him glaring at him,Â
âWhat did you do?â Steve asks in a menacing voice,Â
It was no secret that Jeremy always brought his problems to your doorstep,Â
âIt was Brock and his men.â Jeremy saysÂ
âThatâs not what he asked you.â Bucky says glaring at himÂ
Jeremy froze,Â
âWell?â Sam saysÂ
Steve lost whatever patience he had left grabbing Jeremy by the collar.
âWhat did you Do?â He askedÂ
âI- I uh gambled... More than I had, And He took her.â Jeremy said,Â
âYou what!?â Bucky saysÂ
Steve holds up his hand Stopping Bucky, Steve glares at him,Â
âYour sister gives you to many chances,â Steve says as he glares down at him,Â
He shoves him to Sam,Â
âGet him the hell out of here.â He saysÂ
âW-Wait Y/N She need-â He began,Â
Steve glares over his shoulder at him, making him clam up as Sam drags him out of the office,Â
âWe need to find her, Who the hell knows what Brock is doing to her.â Bucky says in a worried voice,Â
Steve growls,Â
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,Â
âHeâs probably got her at the Docks,â Bucky saysÂ
Steve nods,Â
âGet everyone ready, Brock has been a thorn in my side for far to long anyway.â Steve saysÂ
Your heavy eyelids slowly flutter open, It was dark,you smelled a musty smell, You try to move but realize you canât, Your hands are tied behind your back as you sat on a chair.Â
âGood morning sunshine.â Brock says smirking down at you, You just glare,Â
One thing Bucky and Steve always taught you no matter what never show fear.Â
âLets talk about your friend Bucky shall we?â He says with a smirk
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VB is allergic to women (Iâm light hearted abt this atp but alsoâŚ.im not) Triana wouldâve been sick on drums in my alternative universe where Triana and Dermontt show up to New York. Now ik what youâre thinking, what about Helper? donât worry heâs still in the band but I think heâs all the electric sound/synth/keys.
Shallow Gravy explores different sounds of rock (Hank canât stick to one thing while Dermontt is very particular about staying in rock none of that âpop bullshitâ) (I love pop but ik Dermontt would hate it) and I think yes Triana is goth but I think thereâs 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 isnât 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 doesnât 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. (Iâm 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.
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The Rules
Summary: One shot AU. A mobsterâs 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 âBuckyâ Barnes (at age 21, then 25), OFC (named), OFCâs 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."Â
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.Â
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.Â
He ordered a CaffÊ 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."Â 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. Â
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) â 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 â 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 â 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 â 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.Â
"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.Â
"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.Â
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.Â
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.Â
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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.Â
"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.Â
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.Â
"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 maĂŽtre dâ 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.Â
"Good, you're back," he said. "I've paid the bill. Let's go to a club."
"I wasn't finished."Â 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.Â
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:Â 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:Â Yeah, now you'll be a good mob wife.
Tia:Â 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.Â
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.Â
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.Â
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?"Â
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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sugar and vice, pt. 8 [mob!tasm!peter x fem!reader]
summary:Â This is quite possibly the worst idea she's ever had.
words:Â 3.9 k
warning: mob-typical violence, bang bang shoot shoot, whump. hurt/comfort. descriptions of medical emergencies, hospitals. drug use. coersion. kidnapping. gore. blood. toxic/yandere!peter (maybe, sorta), negative self talk, shameless forced proximity trope. âonly ten one bed oopsâ trope, imprisonment. slowest burn. a dash of questionable and/or morally grey intentions. extremely toxic relationships.
this is a darker, messier version of TASM Peter.
18+. youâre responsible for your own content consumption. but that being said, if you don't know anyone who ever stayed out past midnight for a Harry Potter release party, then maybe you should wait to read this.
Back to Part 7.
Part 8
Honey had been lost in thought all morning. Her stomach felt like it was twisted into a pretzel. Anxiety gripped her. And she hadnât even been in Peterâs presence for the last two hours.Â
Instead, she carefully loaded the dishwasher, playing Tetris to try to fit the items in just right. She hated when things were packed unevenly. She almost lost a job as a grocery bagger because of it. Everything had a place, and it felt so relieving to find where they fit.Â
This had been her third attempt at loading the dishwasher. She should start it soon. Then she could get to work on taking apart and cleaning the espresso machine. Although she was fairly certain that sheâd been the only one that had ever used it.
She felt her muscles lock up as Peter entered the kitchen from the side door. This time, he wasnât alone. Eddie Brock, or one-way cupcake guy as she referred to him, followed him in. The men looked tense.Â
Peter looked like he was sweating, which was odd given the chilly temperature outside. His hair had lost itâs form and was more of a wild mess, having been ravaged by fretting fingers. He tugged at the knot of his tie, shifting around like his shirt was too itchy. Honey instinctively attempted to avoid his gaze, but it was unnecessary. It was as if he refused to look at her.
âSomethinâ came up,â he announced to the whole kitchen. She glanced around just to make sure his only audience was her and the kitchen appliances.Â
He slapped his long fingers across his mouth, scratching his beard. âI, uh, I-I gotta go into the city for a bit,â he explained, only making eye contact briefly. âTake care of some stuff.â
She dug a thumb into her palm, nodding wordlessly.Â
Her heart raced faster at the thought of what heâd take care of, and whether or not it involved assassinating an elected official. She also considered how strange it was to receive information about his schedule. He was checking in with her, telling her heâd be gone. How oddly domestic.Â
âUm, look, Eddieâs gonna stick around, make sure youâre okay,â he explained. The other manâs head snapped up, shooting a stunned glance at Peter. Clearly, it was news to Eddie.
âYou serious?â Eddie groaned. âIâm a babysitter now?â
Peter glared at him, and the other man dropped the attitude. âIâll send Milesâ along tonight,â the boss countered. âIâm sure you can hold out âtil then, yeah?â
He gulped hard. Peterâs eyes were burning through him. âRight.â
Honey stood quietly, watching the interaction between the two men. She thought about speaking up, arguing that she didnât need a babysitter. But after everything, she just wanted to be as far away from Peter and his âbusinessâ as possible.
As if he could hear her thinking too loudly, Peter turned to her next. He leveled his gaze towards her, eyes dark as night. âYou good?â he asked. She nodded quickly, squirming under his sight. He stared right into her soul. âGood,â he said softly, after a pause. He hesitated, focused on her with a tense, suspicious look.Â
âBe good,â he added.Â
His voice was soft, but the comment was dangerous. It was a warning. It loomed over them with a threatening presence, like a swirling, funnel poking out of a midsummer wall cloud. She bit her lower lip as he turned on his heel and rushed out, his commandment cast down like a god.
Then he was gone. Out of sight. But both of them felt a chill in his wake, as if his gaze was truly omniscient.
Hours passed. If there was one thing Honey was not great with, it was too much time. Too much time allowed her to think. It allowed her to stew. Obsess over the same thoughts, dragging them through her brain until the edges were sharp enough to slice.Â
She rested on her back on the couch, staring up at a book in her hands. Good Bones by Maggie Smith. She had read it before. Most of it. Almost made it through to the end. Typical.Â
She was forced to delegate herself to short stories and poems. Long novels were too difficult to follow. Sheâd get too caught up in the details and end up reading the same page over and over. It made English class her least favorite subject, which confounded her mother since supposedly she spoke English.
She thought about Maggie Smith and how Professor McGonagall really was the unsung hero of the Harry Potter books, which she hadnât read. Not that this Maggie Smith was the same. She knew that. Or she thought so. Probably.
And that was it. Sheâd lost her place again. Sighing heavily, she slapped the book closed.Â
Sitting up, she peered over from her position on the sofa to see Eddie rummaging through the refrigerator.
âWhatcha lookinâ for?â she called.
âSomethinâ to eat,â he grumbled. âGuyâs probably a millionaire, doesnât he have anything besides Lunchables in his fridge?âÂ
âThereâs some stuff for a saladââ
âI donât need a salad,â Eddie grumbled to himself. âI need food. Meat. Wings. Like... 49 wings. Or churros, maybe.â She raised a brow at this. Eddie pulled open the freezer door, no doubt spotting the pint of ice cream. âVictory!â he cheered beneath his breath, withholding an elated fist-pump. He pulled open the carton, grabbed a spoon, and dug in like a man starved. Skipped the bowl and ate straight out of the tub.
Curious and bored, she wandered over to the kitchen and sat across from him at the bar. The sounds he made while he ate reverberated in the kitchen. It was disgusting, to be honest.Â
He could feel her eyes on him. Judging. âYou wanâsome?â he stared back at her, annoyed, ice cream dripping from his mouth.
âNo,â Honey replied, wiping the offending look off her face. âIâm... Iâm good.â It also bothered her that he was eating directly from the carton. It bothered her that he expected her to want to share. That would be like licking the same spoon. He was already halfway finished with the carton, however, so it was likely there wouldnât be anything left to argue over.
âSo...â Her voice trailed off, pleasantly trying to fill the silence. âHow long have you been in crime?â
He stopped mid-bite. âYouâre, uh... new here, arenâcha?â
She blushed. Always an outsider. It shouldnât have bothered her that she didnât fit in, but it did. âIs it that obvious?â she responded, somewhat offended. âHow dâyou know? I could be a mobster. A mob-lady.â
âOkay, first of all, nobody says that,â he scoffed with a smirk, good-natured about his teasing. He dropped the spoon in the empty carton, leaving it on the counter. She eyed it. Expectantly. And also, conversely impressed.Â
âDonât you get brain-freeze?â
âGotta big appetite,â he answered idly. Belched. âPardon.âÂ
She watched the beefy man wipe his mouth with the back of his hand. She studied him curiously, just as she did at the party. He was the hardest to figure out. Heâd kept to himself mostly. Talked to himself, too, she noted.
Eddie stepped up to the counter, reaching into his coat pocket. He pulled out a tiny glass vial filled with some kind of oregano, opening the jar and sniffing it. He reached into the other pocket, retrieving a small packet of beige paper squares.Â
It occurred to her suddenly that what was in the jar was probably not oregano.Â
Curiously, she watched him pack the delicate cannabis flower into a round metal tin. He twisted the lid, causing it to spill out into a fine, green powder. Meticulously, he tapped the pulverized plant into one of the wrapping papers, lining it up perfectly.
Heâd peek up at her every once in a while, biting back mild irritation that she was watching him hawkishly, like they were at a Hibachi restaurant. Once he was finished wrapping and sealing the joint, he reached into his pocket and retrieved a lighter. Lit up. Inhaled deeply. Blew out a pillar of smoke, body and mind relaxing.
She ogled, eyes wide. That would explain his insatiable appetite, she thought.
âYou want a hit?â Eddie offered, taking the joint from his lips and reaching it out to her.
âOh,â she blinked owlishly, staring at the burning bud. âNo. No, I donât do drugs. I-I mean, I havenât done drugs.â
He raised an eyebrow, unimpressed. âWell, good job just sayinâ no, Nancy Reagan.â She blushed, biting her lip. Eddie course-corrected, softer, âWhat I meant is âdo you want to try it now?ââ
Eyes like saucers, she stared at the joint like it was a giant, twisting roller coaster she was about to board. âI shouldnât,â she answered shyly.
Eddie shrugged, putting the joint back in between his lips. âOkay.â
Stuttering, she added, âNot that I donât appreciate the offer! Itâs just⌠sometimes, I getâlike my brain is moving really fast and I thinkâif I⌠yâknowâ what if I wig out, like I start seeing things, and start ranting and raving about being abducted by aliens?â
âWere you abducted by aliens?â He said it seriously, with a full measure of concern.
She blinked. âNot that I am aware...?â
âYouâd know.â He took a long drag. âSo youâre sayinâ you get anxious? Worried about it makinâ you more anxious, or paranoid. That all depends on the strain. In my experience, it has the opposite effect. Helps me relax.â
âHow does that work?â
âMy anxiety, or the strain?â
âBothâŚ?â
âDifferent strains produce different effects. Depends on the strain and your brain chemistry.â
âI didnât know there were different strains. Like different typesâis it like an organic versus not organic thing? With pesticides and stuff? Is that bad? Do you use pesticides, or are you all-natural? I mean, not you, but your weed⌠um, farmer. Is that more expensive if itâs organic? Like⌠farm-to-table?â
Eddie let out a long billow of smoke. Red eyes taking stock of her. Reading. Pondering. âIâm also a nervous eater,â he answered.
She nodded, mouth forming an O in response.
They gazed at one another for several seconds, before she added, asking âWhatâs your take on those Danish butter cookies they sell in those round metal tins?â
He took another puff. âThe ones that look like rings taste the best.â
Her eyes lit up, filled with renewed fervor. âRight?! I know! Everyone says Iâm crazy and says they all taste the same.â
âBullshit.â
âExactly! Thank you!â she heaved a huge sigh of relief, which was utterly inappropriate for the situation to anyone outside of her own head.Â
âThe rings are my fourth favorite cookie type. Maybe my third.âÂ
Her head tilted. âWhatâs your favorite?âÂ
He blew out another pillar of smoke. âPeanut butter.â
Her eyes darted over to the pantry door across the kitchen. Sheâd taken full stock of the contents the morning she made breakfast. The tiny smile on her face faltered for a just moment, her wheels spinning.
There it was. Her way out.
Her eyes drifted back to Eddie, as he enjoyed another drag. She licked her lips, and tried to steady her voice.Â
âI can make some?â she replied, with a glimmer of hope in her voice.
Eddie froze. His eyes wide.
Peter was out of control. He couldnât even remember how he got there. It was like teleportation. He blinked and was somewhere else.
Chest heaving, sweat beading at his brow, he only had a vague idea of where he was. A warehouse near the East River. He could smell it. He had less of an understanding of what he was doing there.Â
It wasnât until he saw the looks on the faces of Miguel, Noir, and Hobie did he begin to suspect that something very bad had transpired.
âChrist, PeteâŚâ he heard Miguel mutter beneath his breath.
Peter followed his line of sight to see a broken, barely-breathing body at his feet. Broken in the sense that it was no longer shaped like a human. Instead it was a crimson-coated mass, a wheezing, sloppily-folded lump of bloody clothes.Â
Blood was everywhere. Soaked the concrete. Coated the inside of Peterâs nostrils. Splattered across his black leather shoes. His breath hitched at the sight. Gaze trailing to his sticky hands, clutching a twisted tire iron. Warm viscera dripped from the end.
He shuddered, finding it hard to breathe. Like he was drowning. Like blood coated his throat and lungs. Tiny droplets ran down his face like raindrops on a window pane.Â
An inhuman groan left the pile of broken man at his feet. Not inhuman in the sense that heâd been born an animal, but in the sense that anything resembling a human had been beaten out of him. He was no longer person-shaped. His being alive was a cruelty at this point. Every ragged breath was a curse.
Peter stepped back away from the destroyed body, tearing onyx eyes from the sight. Seeing the way his men stared back at himâ horrifiedâ monsterâ psychoâ parasiteâ maniacâ infectionâ was equally sickening. He pried each of his fingers away from the bent iron, uncurling the twisted metal from his grip.
âPut âem out of his misery,â Peter ordered coldly, swallowing back bile as he stepped away from the body.Â
Dazed, he drifted towards the entrance of the shipping terminal as if awakening from a dream. His legs were made of concrete. His head throbbed. Needles pierced his eyes. His stomach twisted and gurgled, and similarly drowned by nausea.Â
A single gunshot rang out from behind him and echoed off the metal siding of the surrounding containers. The noise made him wince, the sound causing physical pain that was like taking a cheese grater to his brain. He hissed in agony, and at the same time he relished in it. Wanted more of it. Needed it.
âBoss,â a breathless voice called out to him, stirring him from his haze. He looked over to see Felicia standing next to him, a pensive look on her face. How did he get outside? When did it get dark?
âJust get off the phone with Miles,â she said.Â
He tilted his head curiously. Whatever dread in her eyes wasnât directed at him or his actions, and that surprised him as much as it terrified him.
âItâs your girl,â she grimly informed him. âSheâs in an ambulance.â
Just like that.Â
Cut to black.
This was not a good plan. Not the worst plan Honey had ever come up with (there was that time she tried cutting her own bangs right before the Eighth Grade Graduation Dance), but it was certainly near the bottom. Impulsive, haphazard, and not well-thought out in the least, it was also fairly on brand.
Those were the things she thought as she was being wheeled into the emergency room of Indian Head Mountain Medical Center. Through red, bleary eyes, she caught a glimpse of a sign with the hospital logo and letters spelling âWoodstock, NYâ underneath it. That answered one question. Sort of, since she was unaware of how much time had passed in the ambulance.
It had taken about 30 minutes to locate and assemble the ingredients into plump, doughy, peanut buttery balls. She enlisted Eddieâs help to roll the dough, and showed him how to use a fork to make hash marks. He was both delighted and mesmerized by the action. Soothed, even.
His eyes were bulging with excitement as she explained that they were ready to go into the oven. (In reality, she wouldâve let them chill in the refrigerator for about 2 hours and it secretly burned her up inside to rush the process and do a halfass job.) Any more waiting, however, and she was afraid sheâd lose her nerve.
When Eddie took the first bite of one of her delicious peanut butter cookies, his eyes rolled up in his head with delight. Soon a big, dopey grin widened his face. He savored and swallowed each bite, drifting into a little slice of heaven. Seeing reactions to her treats had always been a rare highlight of working in the service industry. She loved it.
They were good cookies, she noted, her only complaint being she wished sheâd had added more nutmeg.Â
About 4 minutes after taking the first bite, her lips began to tingle.Â
Within 20 minutes she was a heaving, coughing, snot-covered, teary-eyed mess on the floor, slipping into anaphylactic shock.
Eddie handled it wellâ
whattheshit are you shittin me are you playin stopplayinrightnow sweartogod is this a joke did fuckinjohnnystorm put you up to this fuuccck i am way too high toofuckinhigh for this shit ohmygoddontyoudieonme donât you fuckin die heâllfuckinkillme are you playing tellmenow holyshitfuck
âas far as she could tell. Up until she started losing consciousness.
Once the epinephrine kicked in, she quickly lamented an unforeseen flaw in her plan. She hadnât anticipated the amount of time it would take the swelling in her face to wear down.
âYouâre almost there, honey, just stay with us,â a nurse reassured her, glancing down over the edge of the gurney railing to look her in her bloodshot eyes.Â
Whatâs with the nicknames? she wanted to ask.Â
Instead, she informed the nurse of her real name, and her current address, and her health insurance provider, who her emergency contact was, her blood type, and the small detail about being kidnapped by a mob boss.
She divulged all of that information, despite her tongue being the size of a soda can.Â
As such, it sounded more like, âadf meklp mef nii viin kehhaaaf nigh euh maa yahah gung an aire gaa hilla maaahuhhââ
âJust relax,â the nurse replied sweetly, cutting her off mid-sentence. âTry to save your breath, okay?â
Okay.Â
This wasnât working. She was running out of time.
It took roughly 25 minutes for the additional antihistamine booster to kick in. Her vision had cleared and her breathing had returned to normal. Within the first 30 seconds of being left alone, she rose from the hospital bed, quietly switched off her machines, unhooked her IVs, and slipped away.Â
Four minutes later, in a different wing outside of the emergency room, she spotted a group of nurses exiting what appeared to be a break room. The rows of lockers inside confirmed her suspicion. She pulled open each unlocked locker door. On the tenth try, she found a gym bag.
Seven minutes later, she jogged through a back door of the hospital, wearing a pair of menâs joggers that were 10 inches too long for her legs, and an equally oversized NYU hoodie. The real treasures were the cell phone and wallet she was now in possession of.Â
She was bursting with energy, and it wasnât just from steroids.Â
The act of escaping a safe house, then escaping an emergency room, then stealing a strangerâs possessions, made her feel not as bad as she wouldâve imagined. If she was being honest with herself, she felt pretty good. Better than good. Somewhat invincible. There was a humming buzz beneath her skin, blood rushing and pumping through her body. A flush in her cheeks that hadnât ever been there before. Her heart fluttered like a hummingbird.
It probably wasnât the epinephrine either.
â911, what is your emergency?â a female dispatcher said through the line. Twenty minutes and a mile and a half later, she was at a payphone near a bus station.
Whatâs the emergency? she thought. What is the emergency?Â
What a loaded question.
A cute boy she had been flirting with at work turned out to be a murderous, mafia ringleader, and had kidnapped her, held her prisoner in his luxury mountain retreat in the Catskills, and had recently divulged to her his plot to kill the Mayor of New York City.
Yes, she needed help, alright. She needed UNICEF. The Red Cross. The Salvation Army. The U.S. Army. Every army, all of them, right now. Send everyone.
âMaâam, I need you to slow down. Just tell me where you are,â the voice on the other end replied.
Oh, shit. She said all that aloud?
She shuddered, finding it hard to breathe. Like she was drowning. She had only a vague understanding of where she was. Her brain and mouth were moving out of sync.Â
Eyes darting around, frenzied, expecting to find Peter standing behind her.Â
Not Peter, perhaps, but some roughneck caricature of a goon wearing a long overcoat and a fedora. Or a caricature of Peter wearing a long overcoat and a fedora. Would it be the monster, or her friend? Would he be Prince Charming or Scarface?Â
More terrifying, what if he was actually someone worse?
She paused, considering with worry. âNo, listen to me! You need to get to 1630 Revello Drive, Apartment 2B, in-in Long Island City. Please!â
âCan you tell me your name?â the voice asked. She stopped her lips before any more words could come out.Â
The ghosts of Peterâs story haunted her mind, sending shivers down her spine. Without another word, she hung up the phone, staring at it like it had cursed her.Â
Peter was... troubled. Without a doubt. Emotionally dysfunctional, possibly. Batshit crazy, for sure. But was he wrong to be paranoid?Â
More terrifying, what if he was actually right?
A disheartening dread settled into her bones. Her limbs felt heavy, like they were made of concrete.Â
She needed to get home. Fast.
Four hours and 45 minutes later, after two buses, three trains, and the setting of the winter sun, she was standing across the street from the apartment building at 1630 Revello. She shivered in the freezing air, but not from the temperature. The quiet outside was nothing in comparison to the cacophony inside her mind.Â
She hated coming to this street.
The windows on the southern corner of the second story had its blinds closed tight. Warm light illuminated them from behind. She chewed her lip anxiously, trying to simultaneously talk herself into moving forward and running in the opposite direction.Â
The thought of the horrible fate suffered by Nasrin and Leyla compelled her to move forward. She inhaled sharply, trying to calm her racing pulse, and exhaled slowly. Took a step forward into the street. And another, and another, and another. Each one building confidence that she didnât have before. Each one a reminder of where she had been and how far she had come.
Forward. Always forward.Â
Forward.Â
Until the tires of a black Chevy Tahoe screeched to a stop an armâs length in front of her, nearly hitting her. Stunned by almost having been run over by an SUVâpay attention to what youâre doing, stupid girl â her feet rooted to the ground. Indignation quickly took over, as she glowered at the vehicle furiously.Â
âWatch where youâre goinâ!â she barked with a tone she wasnât used to hearing coming from herself. Her chest puffed up, and she felt like sheâd grown half a foot in stature.Â
The driver of the vehicle, a dark-skinned man in his 30s, with his curly hair styled neatly into a short fro, simply glared at her through the window. She shot daggers at him with her stare. The newfound boldness she possessed suggested she should drag him out of the vehicle and give him a piece of her mind.Â
Until the rear door opened.
The man that emerged rendered her motionless. Rendered her useless. Helpless. Heart pounding. Muscles locking in place. Throat seizing up. Anaphylaxis all over again.Â
She couldnât run. She couldnât scream. The monster she fought so hard to escape had found her.
âHeya, sweetheart,â her husband sneered, tone dripping with malice. âLong time, no see.â
Continue to Part 9
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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 iâm 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.
Wordcount:Â 1,268
Warnings:Â Big Angst, Guns, Character Death, Drugs?, Some Domestic bliss, then obviously Brock, pregnacy, If forgot anything let me know please!
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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 couldnât 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 heâd 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, Buckyâs 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. âWhat's going on?â He asked me to sit beside her.Â
âFirst lilâ 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.â She stressed.Â
âWeâre fine and safe, shouldnât that be all that matters?â He tilts his head.Â
Y/nâs lips pulled up slightly. âIf only it were that simple, I donât just take care of only you I and our kids with what I do, I take care of my menâs 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 Yorkâs filled with druggies, and people on the stress, but when theres and out break it gets ten times worse for both populations.â She explained what other extra duties she had as a leader in the mob. âThatâs 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.â
Bucky nodded, now understanding the importance of what she had done back home. âAll I can say is donât stress too much.â 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 sheâd 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 sheâd acted as if she never said anything. He couldnât understand how she did it.
As they both laid in bed, Buckyâs arms naturally found a way on Y/n. âIf 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.â He smiled, as he held her closely to him.Â
âIâll try but no promises.â 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.Â
Y/n paced in the office that used to be Buckyâs dads, when he was a kid. She spoke in a demanding harsh whisper, at whatever unfortunate soul. âWeâve got to figure this out, I-we canât move places at the moment Andy.â She huffed, clearly her anxiety raised, along with anger. âWhy? Thatâs not your business at the moment, I donât know if he has the phone tapped. Throw him off or something. He canât find us not right now, bye Andy.â She slumped into the chair behind the desk, sweat appearing on her forehead, her breath picked up slightly.Â
Bucky came up, taking her hand in his. âItâs gonna be alright.â
âBrock knows where we are, and I donât think that we can leave at the moment because I am nine months pregnant, and soon enough I could give birth.â Y/n explained.Â
âHe canât access the island with anything other than a boat, we're fine.â Bucky reassured her. She nodded, knowing she could be overthinking this. âLetâs get back to bed.â
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. âMaybe a line went out.âÂ
âNope, just me.â Y/nâs 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, Brockâs jaw clenches visibly, when he finally takes in all of Y/n. âYou could have had a good life with your husband and kid, why are you causing more trouble than itâs worth.âÂ
âBecause you would kill more than you would ever help with whatever that shit is.â She hissed at him.Â
Brock lifted his gun focusing on her chest, she had no way to defend herself, ironically the one time she didnât 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 didnât come so she opened her eyes looking around. âGet out!â She looked to where the voice came from, Bucky who was lying on the floor with a bullet in his chest and stomach. âLeave Y/n!â He said the best he could.Â
Her legâs 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. âWhereâs Mr. Barnes?â One of them asked, she just shook her head. âTake her to the mainland. Iâm going to go up there.â
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. âY/n!â Brock Yelled form not too far from them.Â
âGo, get to the Airport, and go home, or somewhere safe.â 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 theyâd 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 wasnât 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. âEveryone except Andy, leave.â Her voice turned cold and stern.Â
Andy stayed behind like told as all the other men filtered out. âSee what you meant by you didnât want to leave, now.âÂ
âIs he okay?â Her voice sounded desperate, and had a yearning interlaced.Â
Andyâs shoulders tensed. âHe, along with Brock and his men, werenât there when they got to the island, Y/n, Iâm sorry.â
She just nodded. âGo figure out what's next, I'm staying in New York, until this finishes up.âÂ
âWhat if-â
âI donât care Iâll kill Brock Rumlow if thatâs the last thing I do, even with my baby in my stomach, he killed my husband, Iâm taking every part of his legacy possible, by the time this finishes, no one will even remember his name.â She spoke with passionate rage. âGo get me my information Andy.â 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 Yorkâs 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
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Alix slams the car door much to Julietteâs dismay and she makes a faint grunt of annoyance. Juliette follows after her into the building before them. Itâs one of their hideouts gifted to them by Peggy when sheâd made the original agreement. Peggy claimed that no one would be able to find them there and they would be safe to lay low.Â
âPlease donât slam my door, itâs new.âÂ
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.Â
The stress of being in New York wears into Alixâs shoulders and she hunches more than before, hiding her true size. Compared to her siblings, sheâs small but standing at just over 6 feet, she dwarfs most other Lycan women. Sheâd used it to her advantage when she came up through the ranks but she wouldâve 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 didnât stop her from fighting tooth and nail for the title of pack leader even if it is her familyâs 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.Â
âYou knowâŚâ she trails as she moves her hand further up Alixâs thigh.Â
âGet your fucking hand off of me.âÂ
Juliette doesnât answer or comply. Alixâs 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.Â
âDonât ever fucking touch me. I wonât hesitate to tear you apart limb by fucking limb, you slut.â
Tears well in Julietteâs 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.Â
âDid Peggy give you anything yet?â
âUhâŚâ she sniffles as she wipes at her face and digs into her jacket for her phone, âTheyâre going to Bucharest.â
âYou already told me that.â âOh Iâm sorry. He only took the Rogers, Yelena, and Natasha with him so theyâll 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.â
Alix lets a deep breath of frustration, âShe can take her advice and shove it up her ass. Get John and Brock ready. Weâll leave in two days.â
âI reallyâŚâ
âI donât care what you think, just fucking do what I said. God Iâm getting so sick of everyoneâs back talk.â
Juliette swallows another hopeless cry and rapidly fires off messages to the pack, ensuring that theyâll be ready for the inevitably bloody fight that is going to happen.
âMs. Sunny! Ms. Sunny!â Wyatt calls out to her as he bounds across the vast gardens of the Bucharest estate.Â
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 thatâs even possible) at the sight and quickly got up to take them from the boy before Bucky saw.
âOh honey, we donât pick these flowers remember? Theyâre very special to Uncle Buck and he wouldnât be very happy to know that you picked them without asking,â 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 theyâre special. She pretends to bite back her response and acts as if she hadnât meant for her to hear before âgiving inâ 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 Buckyâs 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 doesnât bother to look at the human as she lies out of everything she knows about Celeste and Bucky, mostly because she doesnât want to see the shock of betrayal that is undoubtedly stretched across her face.Â
Peggy draws her tale to an end with a small smile and fake look of sadness to Sunny, âIt 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.â
Sunny stares forward with a stunned look on her face, unable to even begin to process the story sheâs 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, âIâm just a replacement.â
Peggy places her hand on top of Sunnyâs, âOh no I wouldnât say that. You may look like Celeste but you are your own person and Iâm sure Bucky loves you for you.â
Sunny rips her hand away and shakes, âHe loves me?â
âWellâŚâ Peggy starts but is interrupted by Yelena whoâs being chased after by Wyatt.Â
âJesus, does this kid have an off switch?â 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.Â
âIs everything okay?â
Sunny shakes her head as she snaps out of her trance, âI need to see Bucky, where is he?â
Yelena pushes off of the table, âI think heâs inside, do you want me to take you to him?â âNo,â she says abruptly and marches off towards the house. Yelena takes her seat and looks to Peggy for an explanation but sheâs no help and has given her whole attention to her son.Â
Sunny pushes open the french doors that lead into a living room of sorts but Bucky is nowhere to be found. Faint menâs laughter rings out and she follows it like a bloodhound on a trail all the way to the other side of the massive house. Sheâs 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.Â
âDraga,â Bucky sighed when he saw that itâs just her, âHow are you?â
âSteve, get out. I need to talk to him, alone.âÂ
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.Â
âPeggy told me about Celeste,â she whispers with pain etched deeply in her voice and across her face.Â
He takes a deep breath as he rubs a hand down his face, âWhat did she tell you?â
âEverything.â
âEverything,â he repeats while he leans against a window seal that overlooks the very garden where it all happened.Â
âWhy didn't you tell me?â
He takes a moment before answering, âI didnât want to scare you.â
She scoffs at his excuse, âBut telling me that youâre strigoi was fine? This âcrossed the line though?âÂ
âI can see where I messed up,â he barely offers, voice devoid of anything but just underneath the surface he yearns to hold her and make things better.Â
Her own voice isnât up to par with his and it creaks as she tries to get out any words at all, âI trusted you. I donât even know how I feel about you but I trusted you. I let Yelena go for you because I thought I could trust you.âÂ
That catches him off guard and his jaw tenses as his emotions begin to take over.Â
âYou did what?âÂ
âRight before I called you, Yelena and I broke things off.âÂ
His tongue pokes at the inside of his lip and he finally looks at her to see what heâs 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 sheâs been through. He can see the fatigue in her features and in her physical state. Since getting to Bucharest, sheâs barely taken care of herself, granted itâs 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.Â
âCome here,â 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 itâs been in years. Heâs foregone any sort of luxury attire and instead lives in t-shirts with jackets and jeans.Â
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 doesnât, staying just outside of his reach.Â
âCome here,â he whispers again, leaning to graze his fingers against her arm and to catch her. She takes one small step forward and itâs 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.Â
He lets her use him as a comfort object although he knows she doesnât truly want him. She would take comfort from anyone or thatâs 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.Â
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 itâs beyond tempting for him.Â
âIâm not her,â she finally says.Â
âI know.â
âSay my name.â
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.Â
âSay my name, Bucky.â
âSunny,â he says shallowly as if there is no air in his lungs.Â
âMy name,â she emphasizes as she drops his hands to her neck and repositions hers on his face.Â
âDonât do this to me doll,â he warns as he tries to pull away but she refuses to let him.Â
âBucky, my name.â
The whine in her voice makes his lungs constrict and he feels her lip ghost over his.Â
Before she fully pressed down into his, she asks him again to say her name and he complies this time, âY/N.â
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 heâs been dreaming of. Sunny leans into him and his hands catch her waist so they donât 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.Â
âY/N,â he whispers against her fingers as she trails them down his face.Â
âBucky,â she whispers back.
âY/N.â
Her smile grows softer the more he says her name, not her nickname but her name.
âWhat did you mean by âdonât do this to meâ?â she asks as she continues to trace over his features.Â
He chuckles while dropping his head so he doesnât have to look at her when he answers her, âYou already know.â
âNo I donât,â she says whilst drawing him up by his chin, âWhat did you mean?â
âRemember what I told you that night?â he sighs, letting the vulnerability consume him against his better judgment.Â
She nods, her finger trailing across his lips and poking at where his fangs disappeared into his gums.Â
âIâm weak when youâre around,â he tells her and kisses the tip of her finger.Â
âBecause of Celeste?â
He shakes his head, âItâs you, itâs always been you.â
âWhat did you tell her?â 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.Â
She doesnât even flinch, instead offering him a sweet smile, âWhat are you talking about?â
âYou know exactly what Iâm talking about, now tell me what you said to Sunny.âÂ
Peggy shrugs her shoulders and waves to Yelena who is being chased around by Wyatt.Â
âYou told her about Celeste didnât you?â
She shrugs again, looking at him from under her lashes, âShe was going to find out sooner or later. It was only a matter of time.â
Steve scoffs in disbelief, âThat wasnât for you to tell. Why would you do that?â
âLike I said,â she said, more defensive than before, âShe was going to find out sooner or later so I sped up the process.â
âI hope you realize what this means for you.â
âAnd what exactly does this mean for you?â she hisses, spinning around to face her husband, âYouâll pick your friend over your wife? The mother of your child?â
Steve shakes his head before walking away, neither confirming nor denying her assumption.Â
The minute heâs 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 Sunnyâs and Buckyâs room.Â
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Day 10 Halloween Party (Colby Brock) FEM!READER
Y/NâS POV
Tonight was the night of the annual Trap House Halloween party. This year, it was hosted by my friends Sam, Colby, Coery and Jake.
Currently, I was stuck on what costume to wear for the party. I knew Devyn and Coery were going as a pair of ghosts. Jake and Tara were going as Chucky and Tiffany. Sam and Katrina were going as Emily and Victor from Corpse Bride. That left Colby and myself. Knowing Colby though, he was going to match costumes with Brennen. Those two were inseparable.
Eventually, I decided on a costume; a flapper girl from the 40s. Grabbing the beaded fringed green dress, I slip it on before taking the black gloves and putting them on as well. I then took the black headpiece and necklace before putting them on. Once I was ready, I went downstairs, grabbed my keys and headed out.
Upon arriving at the party, I could immediately see Halloween themed lights illuminating from the windows. The faint sound of music also reached my ears as I got out of my car and made my way inside.
âY/N! You made itâ
Looking over, I see Sam waving me over, causing me to grin as I walk over to greet him.
âHey Samâ I give him a warm smile, âYea, well, I almost didn't. Couldn't decide on which costume to wearâ I added.
Then Katrina walks over to me and Sam.
âY/N hey girl I love your costume.â Katrina said, wrapping her arms around Sam.
âThank you and I love the Corpse Bride coupled duo you both got going on.â I said then I walked off to see everyone else. I was Devyn and Coery as well as Jake and Tara. I walked over to them.
âHey guys love the costumes.â I said as I walked over to them.
âY/N!!â They all said.
So I started to talk to them. While I was talking to them I noticed Brennen and his brother Jake both dressed as Pirates.
âHuh?â I thought to myself. âI guess Brennen decided to match with his brother this year.â I added. âTHAT'S a surprise.â
I finished talking to the group then I headed off to the kitchen to see what they had for food. When I walked in I saw Colby dressed as a mob boss. I decided to mess with him so I walked over.
âHey stranger, fancy seeing you here.â I said to Colby walking next to him.
Colby looked over and saw me and the look on his face was priceless.
âWow Y/N you look beautiful.â Colby said.
âThank you, you're not so bad yourself.â I said. âBut also you copy me with the 40s look.â I added playfully punching him in the shoulder.
Colby made a shocked face.
âWhat?â He said. âMe, copy you never.â He added.
We both started laughing then we unofficially became a duo for the halloween party we had some many people come up to us and asked if it was planned we obviously said no but I knew a little part of colby wanted to mess with people. We continued until the party died off at which point I was shit faced and couldn't drive home. To be honest I don't remember much other than waking up in Colbys bedroom in nothing but one of his shirts. I panicked and ran out to where I ran into katrina.
âKatrina what happened last night?â I asked her.
âWell the short of it is that you and Colby decided to have a drinking contest and Colby tapped out but when he did you were so drunk that you held onto Colby the whole night to which you finally confessed your feelings for Colby and then kissed him and you were getting ready to leave but the guys had stopped you and Colby let you sleep in his room while he slept on the couch and he had asked me to change you into one of his shirts and we left you alone for the rest on the night.â Katrina said
I sat and listened to all of that in embarrassment then I saw Colby and walked over to him.
âColby about last night.â I said âI'm sorry if I had embarrassed you in front of everyone by confessing my feelings but I wasn't lying.â I added "I actually do like you and I hope that doesn't change anything between us.â I said as he stood there I was so scared of how he was gonna react but he actually kissed him.
We kissed for a minute then pulled away.
âI was waiting for you to say something.â Colby said with a smile then we kissed again.
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