#mobsterau

[mycupoffanfiction]

Hello hope you are having a wonderful birthday week and was wondering if you could maybe do a mob! Bucky where the reader is shy and owns a bakery and he goes around taking money that people owe him and is sweet on her and what not? 💕 love your work

Mob!Bucky x Reader

Hi anon, thank you so much! I hope you enjoy this soft little drabble and it’s what you were looking for. Thank you for reading and for requesting! 💖

Warnings: None, just soft, sweet mobster!Bucky being a huge flirt.

“Mornin’ sweetheart.” The low, soft drawl of Bucky Barnes graced your ears and you turned around from wiping down a table to face the New York mobster. You opened your mouth to say good morning but you always got a little flustered around him. “Morning Mr Barnes.” You managed to get out, giving him a sweet smile. He rewarded you with a lopsided grin as he reached up to adjust the bun in his hair.

“How many times do I have t’a tell you to call me Bucky?” He asked, a deep chuckle rumbling through his chest and the way his eyes creased with amusement, cheeks gaining a slightly rosy tint completely melted you and you could barely string together a sentence to respond. “Sorry Bucky, you- I just get nervous.” You blurted out, immediately snapping your mouth shut and squeezing your eyes closed, internally scolding yourself for being so awkward.

“Look at me, darlin’.” Bucky’s voice softened and you reluctantly opened your eyes to peer up at him. “What is it that makes ya nervous? Is it because I’m-.” Bucky cut himself off. He felt so stupid, of course you were a blubbering mess. It was that time again where every month he’d go around with his boys collecting what he’s owed from the stores he owns and he’d been stupid enough to come by your store on the way back with all of his henchmen loitering outside the front window.

“Doll, you know our arrangement, I promise I just came by to see my favourite baker, no ulterior motive.” He held his hands up in surrender, trying to look as small as possible so you’d perhaps feel a little less intimidated by his presence. Finally, you relaxed enough to meet his gaze properly and Bucky let out a little sigh of relief that you no longer seemed so tense.

“I’m your favourite baker?” You asked quietly, feeling yourself getting a little warm at the admission. “Would there be another reason for our arrangement, doll?” Bucky asked, smiling smugly. “I- well I guess not.” You shook your head. “But the bakery isn’t doing too great and I really-.” Bucky raised his hand to stop you and your words died in your mouth.

“Darlin’, don’t you ever worry about that. I promised you I’d never collect from you, you’re my little exception.” He gently lifted your chin with his fingers, his deep blue eyes softening as he smiled. “I always keep my promises.” He added, just above a whisper.

“Now, pretty girl, please can I have one of everything you’ve got?” Bucky asked, glancing at the counter where all of your goods were on display. “Jus’ make sure t’a double up on those chocolate cream puffs for me, would ya?” He winked and you practically melted on the spot. You nodded and hummed in response, not sure that you could get your words out and you thanked your stars that this time you were nervous because Bucky was making you all gooey and not because he was on his collection run.

As you finished boxing up everything Bucky wanted and sneaking in a little more than double of those chocolate cream puffs in for him, you looked up from the sea of bakery boxes on the counter as you totalled it up. “Is there anything else I can do, Bucky?” You asked, ripping the receipt off the register and handing it to him, knowing he’d wire the amount to you later with a healthy tip on the side.

“There is one more thing.” Bucky smiled, moving around the counter so he could be near you again. “I ain’t askin’ you as a mobster, I’m askin’ you as Bucky.” He made sure you understood that he was being genuine, that it was coming from the heart rather than the mind. Gently, he took your hand in his, his other coming up to rest on your shoulder, his thumb softly brushing against the side of your neck and you gazed up at him, admiring how relaxed he seemed, how soft his smile was.

“I wanna take you out for dinner, jus’ me and you.” Bucky spoke softly as he trailed his fingers from your hand up your arm. You kept his gaze for a moment longer, seeing no signs that he was being ingenuine and he was very much being sincere. “Will you do that with me? You don’t have to, you can say no and we can just continue how it always was, but goddamn, you’re my favourite thing about this city and I’ll be damned if I don’t ask you.” Bucky’s cheeks warmed at his own admission and your smile grew as he spoke.

“Oh and no entourage outside the window this time.” He quickly added, making you smile and let out a little giggle. “This isn’t part of our deal?” You asked. “Not at all, doll, jus’ wanna show some love to my favourite gal.” He winked, leaning in a little closer to you. “Whaddaya say, sweetheart?” Bucky asked, gently running the back of his fingers across your cheek, giving you a soft smile.

“I’d love to, I mean I- yes.” You nervously stuttered out. “Alright, I’ll pick you up tonight at seven, pretty girl.” He winked, leaning in to gently kiss your cheek, lips warm and soft against your delicate skin. “See you later, doll.” Bucky parted from you with a playful smile and a wink. He had it bad for you.

@sweet-bumble-bee @megantje123 @southernbell91 @lancetuckershairgel @scarlett-berserker

[bettercallsabs]

Falling For Crime

A/N: This fic is for @after-avenging-hours August AU writing challenge. This is a Steve Rogers/Bucky Barnes fic, when I originally took on this challenge, I had intended this to be a one shot, but after writing out my story board and all that jazz, it seemed that just wasn’t going to do. So this part is more of a Steve Rogers delio, because he’s very important to the story. So I thought I’d disclose that upfront. Anywho, I hope you enjoy! Tag list is open, so never miss a part!

**Do to technological issues, I cannot use the keep reading tab at this time. **

Warnings: um, Mob Boss? Some swearing.

Word Count: 2.1k

Steve Rogers x Reader x Bucky Barnes

It’s the roaring 20s with a modern twist, in New York City. You have just arrived on the New York scene, and have caught the eye of notorious mob boss Steve Rogers. Little does he know, your heart his pining for his best friend and right hand man, Bucky Barnes. Do you put yours and Buckys life in danger to follow your heart, or do you let the Most powerful man in New York claim his prize?

For years he’s worked hard to build his reputation. After the war, and the death of his father, the Don, Steve had big shoes to fill, and was determined to surpass his father. And nothing drives a man, like expectations to be the best. His determination made him ruthless, and not a man to be trifled with. He built his empire with sweat and blood, and was ruling with an iron fist.

Steve didn’t have time for love, he only had love for his precious Rolls Royce Phantom, and his trusty M1911 .38 super. In fact, the only person who really knew the “real” Steve Rogers was his best friend, Bucky Barnes. Being the most powerful man in New York City has its perks, but it had its risks too.

Until the day you came along. Before you, Steve was focused, cold, heartless. But with you, he was a whole other man. Vulnerable. With you, he was finally able to let his guard down. You were a fantasy he never want to let go of. An escape from his life of crime.

From the moment he laid eyes on you, just a glimpse as he passed you by in his precious baby, he knew. He wanted you and he was going to have you. He would go to whatever lengths to make you his. The streets of New York City were bustling, as you stepped out of the cab. The street was covered in a thin, soft layer of snow, that was quickly melting away. Tucking your encrusted clutch under your arm, you pulled your fur collared coat tight across your body. Looking around, you took in the sights. The hustle and bustle of the city was beautiful. Loud, in contrary to the small town you grew up in out west, but nonetheless breathtaking.

“Miss, shall I take your bags?”

The bellhop standing in front of you, brought your mesmerized mind back to reality.

“Oh Yes, thank you.”

A white car passing by caught your eye. It was nothing like you’d ever seen before. But what really caught your eye, was the man behind the wheel. He was handsome, strikingly handsome. But there was something about him that made him feel, dangerous. When his eyes met yours, for just a split second, you felt your breath catch in your throat.

“Miss? Excuse me, Miss?”

Your driver was waving his hand in front of your face, trying to catch your attention.

“It’s going to be $6.45 Miss.”

“Yes, yes of course.”

You were flustered as you dug through your clutch. You handed the driver a ten dollar bill.

“Keep the change.”

You gave a little smile, as he thanked you for the gracious tip. As you looked to the street, the car was no where to be seen. The mystery man was gone. You felt a bit of disappointment, but something about him being gone made you feel... at ease.

After checking into your room, you sat on the soft plush bed, sighing in relief. Getting here had been exhausting, and you couldn’t wait to get some sleep, but first, a bath.

A white claw foot tub, stood in the center of the rather large bathroom. The water run slow and hot, steam rising off of the filling tub. One foot at a time, you sank into the hot water, bubbles engulfing you. Your body burst with goosebumps as you were submerged in the balmy water.

The calm and comfort sent your drowsy self, into an unintended slumber. One of your arms slipping from the side of the tub, where it was dropped, sent the now cool water splashing into your face, startling you awake.

You quickly hauled your drowsy self out of the tub, hastily drawing your body, before wrapping yourself in a satin pink floral robe.

Taking a seat on the small stool placed in front of the vanity, you began preparing your face, a little powder, mascara, and eyes lined with a beautiful blended black liner, a dash of blush on your cheeks for a hint of color. Sorting through your cosmetic case to find the perfect shade of lipstick, you settled on a dark, yet subtle red. You quickly adjusted your hair into a faux bob, as you glanced in the mirror, making sure you look presentable.

Today was as the first day you were meeting your sisters new husband, and you didn’t want to embarrass your doting older sister. After all, she had worked hard to convince your father to let you come here, the best you could do is put forth your best effort.

Rummaging through your clothing, after a treacherous 20 minutes, you had three outfits to choose from.

‘Am I going for overly classy, trying to hard, or modern?

Resting your index finger across your lip, your stared back and forth between the outfits.

Okay, Louise will disown me if I wear trousers, maybe that’s a little too progressive.

Tossing you trousers ensemble, back into your trunk, you continued on your quest for the perfect outfit.

One down two to go.

You held each dress in front of you as you pondered. The maroon velveteen dress draped nicely over your body, flowy, but snug in the right places. It hung just below your knee, keeping your appearance, modern yet modest. Yes, this was the dress. It complimented your hair and makeup best. Looking at the clock that hung on the wall, you began to panic. You were going to be late. Dammit. You quickly grabbed your coat, slinging it over your shoulders. With one last look in the mirror, you tossed your lipstick into your clutch, and headed down to the lobby.

Sure enough, there your sister stood, her new husband glancing down at his watch. Slowly, and cautiously, you approached the handsome couple.

“You’re late Y/N.”

“I know Louise. Fashion crisis.”

Your sister looked you up and down, her frown turning up into that infectious smile of hers.

“You do look lovely. Oh how I’ve missed you.” She pulled you into a tight embrace. You and Louise had always been close, you were only 13 months you get than her after all.

“Y/N, I want you to meet my husband, Walter.”

“It’s a pleasure to finally meet you Walter.”

“The pleasure is all mine. You’re sister has told me a considerable amount about you. We can get more aquatinted later. As for now, we must go, if we’d like to keep our reservation.”

Wrapping your arm in hers, Louise dragged you towards the car.

“Walt’s parents have great connections, and got us reservations at Delmonico’s! The real Delmonico’s.” Your sister squealed with excitement as you slid into the back of the town car.

The car ride was rather short, when you pulled up to the rather tall building. It’s facade was breathtakingly beautiful.

“Isn’t it just gorgeous?” Louise was trying to keep her composure, but you could tell she was freaking out internally.

“It’s stunning. I can’t wait to see the inside.”

You were seated across for Louise and Walter, at a small table near the middle of the bustling restaurant. You were halfway through your meal, when you saw, you nearly choked on your food.

“What’s with you Y/N? Eating to quickly, as usual..” Your sister chuckled at your expense. Following you eyes can she too, spotted the handsome man. He was dressed proper, dark navy blue slacks, his jacket tucked behind his arm, exposing his suspenders and ivory colored collared shirt. His blonde hair was slicked back, drawing attention to his vibrant blue eyes, and clean shaven, chiseled chin. God, he was a work of art.

“Don’t even look at him, Y/N. He’s bad news.”

Your sister went back to eating, as Walt offered her a bite of his meal.

“Who is he?”

“That’s Steve Rogers. Notorious Mob Boss. He’s one of the most powerful men in New York. Not one to be trifled with.” Walt explained as he took a bite of his steak.

But you couldn’t look away. Something about him... it just drew you in .

He must of felt your eyes on him, because it wasn’t long before his eyes met yours. They were intense, burning into your very soul, intense. You watched as a playful smile played on his lips. With that smile, you knew you were in trouble.

Blood rushed to your face as you became flushed with embarrassment. Quickly diverting your eyes, you brought you glass to your lips, chugging your fizzy drink, trying to keep your cool. Unsuccessfully that is, when the fizzy drink came dribbling down your chin.

“Jeez Y/N. Are you trying to embarrass us?” Louise and Walt looked at you with judging eyes, as they finished that last of their meals.

“I’m just going to excuse myself to the powder room. I’ll be back in a jiffy.” Excusing yourself from the table, you made your way to the powder room.

Leaning over the sink, you glanced at your flushed face in the mirror. You were absolutely out of your mind.

Get ahold of yourself. He’s a criminal for Pete’s sakes. The most notorious in New York!

You shook your head back and forth a few times, trying to push his smoldering eyes from your mind. Opening your clutch, you pulled out your small compact, giving your face a quick powdering, before heading back to the table. The room attendant opened the door, allowing you to make a quick departure. As you slipped through the door, you were stopped dead in your tracks.

“Hello there darling.” He was leaning against the wall, arms crossed. His eyes looked you up and down, as you took a step back. Your eyes fleeted to the floor, cheeks burning bright red.

“Don’t be shy now, doll. I don’t bite... well, not usually.” His chuckle was melodious, making your skin burst with goosebumps.

“The names Steve, Steve Rogers. What’s yah name doll?”

Taking in a deep breath, you collected yourself. Don’t act like a fool now. Play it cool.

Lifting your eyes to meet his, you offered your hand to him, as he brought it to his lips, planting a soft kiss just above your knuckles.

“Y/N. My name is Y/F/N. Now if you don’t mind, I have company to return to. It was a Pleasure meeting you Mr. Rogers.”

With your most charming smile, you pulledback your hand, preparing to make your escape, but Steve held your hand tight.

“The pleasures all mine Miss. Y/L/N. I look forward to our next meeting, and it will be soon.”

His lips met your hand once again, before letting your your and slip from his, as he winked at you. The blood quickly rushed back to your cheeks. With a faint smile, you fled, back to the safety of your sister and brother-in-law.

What a rush.

Taking your seat back at the table, you took a moment to catch your breath.

“What, were you running a marathon?”

“More or less.” Shrugging, you ogled at the decadent slice of Devils foodcake, that sat before you. Your absolute favorite dessert.

“What’s this for?”

“Well, it is your first night in the big city, and dinner wouldn’t be complete without dessert. And I know it’s your favorite.”

“Oh LouLou, you spoil me so!” You waved your hands, placing one on your chest, as the two of you joked around. Laughing ever so quietly, not wanting to draw attention to yourselves. But you could feel eyes on you, as you peered slighly over your shoulder. You caught a glimpse of the boss in the corner. His eyes fixed on you. Daring you to look away.

A man stepped in front of him, blocking your view to one another. He was tall, his dark hair was slicked back, but messily, leaving some stray hairs, but you could tell it was styled. From his profile, his chiseled jaw looked tense, as his hands were tucked behind the dark navy trench coat, he wore. Something about him, it was different than Steve Rogers... He was intriguing rather than thrilling... Taking he opportunity of his distraction, you returned your attention to your company. You could feel your heart racing in your chest, echoing loudly in your ears, and you tried your best to pay it no mind.

Louise and Walt walked you into the lobby of the hotel, as you said your goodbyes.

“Remember Y/N, don’t wander the streets alone. Ring if you need me. I’ll see you tomorrow afternoon for our shopping escapades!” With a quick kiss on the cheek, and an overly squished hug, you bid your sister and brother-in-law ado.

Lying in bed, you couldn’t help but think of the words Steve had said to you. He was antes to see you again... no, he was going to see you again... just thinking of it made your palms sweaty. You knew he was no good. Bad boy looming with trouble, but you couldn’t help but think, what if. And that handsome mystery man. What was the deal with him? Your mind was racing. The thrill of it all... Curiosity was getting the best of you, and the worst part, you liked it.

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[feather-dancer]

There’s been a bit of a muffin binge lately, the Tales of Arcadia duo are in a different batch whereas these are all over the shot fandom wise. A big thank you to @nightrosebud, @eternalronin, @gothicbot, @bluescarfvivi and @papa-birb-kai who bought ko-fi’s and made all these possible!

[emmejo26]

Short Story

Hi all! Below is a short story I’ve had playing through my head for a while now, inspired by some of the books/movies/Webtoons I’ve been into lately. Now I am in NO way a writer so I’m sure there is A LOT of room for improvement. But I just felt like I just had to get it all down before the imagery left my head. That being said, I would love your feedback and constructive criticism (just go easy on me, I’m new to putting myself out here like this). Thanks! 

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As a member of the Costa’s clan, life for Will had been fairly simple. He was known as The Devil to all that feared him, a lethal predator with no remorse or feeling. Until he met a girl, that is. Tessa turned his whole world upside down and now he couldn’t dream of letting her go. But to be involved with any clan is to have a target on your back. A rival clan, the Volkov’s, sought to exploit this new weakness in Will and kidnapped Tessa. Below is the story of how The Devil got his angel back. 

Hour 1

“She’s gone”.

And with those two little words, my world began to fracture.

Immediately a million what-if scenarios started running through my head.

What if they don’t want to make a deal? What if there is information that we don’t have? What if it’s not who we thought it was?

What if they hurt her?

No. I can’t start thinking like that. It would unravel me. And I needed to be whole, focused. Lethal.

I would find the monsters that took her from me, and I would make them all regret ever touching her.

I would make them all pay. Every last one of them.

“Boss…”, Ryan’s tentative voice breaks me from my murderous thoughts. “What’s our plan?”.

“It’s time to have a chat with our little friend, Nicolai.”

And with that, we head straight to the car.

I’m going to find you, angel. Hold on.

 Hour 48

We’ve had quite the productive chat with Nicolai. Took him a little while to loosen up, but eventually we couldn’t get him to shut up. Normally our methods aren’t so barbaric, but we just don’t have time for our typical finesse. She was out there somewhere, all alone, with only her twisted captors for company.

I’m coming, angel. Hold on just a little bit longer.

 Hour 52

With every last detail triple checked and confirmed by the clan’s database, we finally had a location.

Our plan was simple: send in a small team and get Tessa out. All that mattered was getting my angel out of the hell I’d inadvertently placed her in.

I can’t believe I was so stupid as to put her in danger in the first place. I know better. Being with me is like having a target on your back. I know better and yet here we are. From the moment I met her, I knew I wanted to know more of her. For the first time in years, I felt happy, hopeful. And it was all thanks to her. She made me feel.

One way or another, I will get her out.

Hour 53

Our team was truly small: Ryan, Peter and me. They are only two people I trust with my life. We’d been through it all together. These were the only men I’d trust to do what needed to be done: get her out, no matter what.

The organization that had taken Tessa has been keeping her right under our noses. We knew Volkov Industries was involved but we never thought they’d use one of their own office buildings for their perverse sale of flesh.

The three of us crept silently through the now empty hallways. Having to wait until normal business hours ended had been pure torture. We were so close now. I’m coming for you, Tess.

Methodically, we checked each room we came upon. Our little friend Nicolai had given us the building, but he hadn’t had the slightest idea where she was being kept inside. The minutes seemed to tick by, more quickly than I would have liked. I couldn’t let her sit here, trapped, for one hour more.

A singular thought keeps racing through my mind: what if they hurt her?

It’s that thought followed by the sweet promise of death to those that took her, that propels my feet forward. I would make this right.

For her, I would do anything.

It’s been about 30 minutes since we entered the building, and I’m starting to question our information. Sure, Volkov Industries is a huge complex, but to have been here this long and to have come this far without running into a single sentry is highly suspect.

If Nicolai lied to us about this, I’m going to choke out what little life he has left.

I’m about to signal the boys to stop and regroup when I hear the soft thud of footsteps heading our way. We duck into an empty room and wait for the group to pass. Looks like we found some of our missing sentries.

As they pass, I overhear their small talk:

“Last I heard, he was getting impatient. I think he thought the Costa’s would come for her sooner.”

“I heard that he’s getting so impatient, he might have some fun with her before he sells her tonight! She is quite a looker.”

“Oh! That would really send The Devil over the edge! I wish I could see the look on his face when he finds out!”

The rage that has been quietly simmering inside me for the last two days has now reached its boiling point.

I look to my team and can see the comprehension in their eyes: this group will be the first to die tonight.

A preternatural calmness schools my features into a mask of arrogance as I casually lean on the door frame.

“Looks like I’m about to make your wish come true, boys”, I smile sardonically.

The look of pure terror in their eyes fuels my rage and my body instinctively begins the dance of death, my men following close behind.

We make quick work of the group, each of us moving with precision in this perfectly choreographed dance. One by one, bodies dropped until only one man remained. I regain my composure and stalk over to the lone survivor.

As expected, he cowers in the corner and begins begging for his life. This was the arrogant fuck who had made the comment about wanting to see The Devil go over the edge. Fucking idiot.

We quickly got the man to shut his mouth with the false promise we’d let him live so long as he told us what we needed to know. Again, fucking idiot. The Devil shows no mercy.

Faster than I would have expected, the sentry gave us the location within the building where Tessa was being kept. Being a better man than I am, Peter swiftly puts a bullet in the man’s head. He’s definitely the better man; The Devil would have made him suffer. One look from Ryan reminds me we that don’t have time and I immediately jump into action.

I’m coming, angel. I’m almost there.

 Hour 54

After what feels like an eternity of stair climbing, we begin to hear the sounds of life we’ve so desperately been searching for. By the number of voices we can hear behind the door, there is certainly a large group gathered here. All expecting a show, I’m sure.

If it’s a show they want, it’s a show I’ll give them. It just won’t be the one they were expecting.

Ryan, Peter and I quickly and quietly decide on our next move. We still don’t know exactly where in the room Tessa is being held. Anything we do now could potentially jeopardize her life even more and I refuse to act rashly. Even though every bone in my body is screaming to give The Devil control.

This is it. The time for vengeance has come. They will soon remember how I received my name.

**Power is cut. The building plunges into darkness. A quiet hush fills the room. Three devils enter. And so again begins the dance of death.**

**Gunshots start. Panicked screams now fill the space. Disgusting men with fat wallets try to flee as their bodyguards fall to the ground. The power begins to flicker to life while one devil breaks from the group, unnoticed. Find Tessa. That’s all that matters.**

I am vaguely conscious of Peter slinking off to the connecting room. Good. Find her. Keep her safe. I’ll keep doing what I do best: death.

I drown out their screams and keep moving forward: aim, shoot, aim shoot, reload. A never-ending cycle, sure to continue as long as The Devil lives.

With the lights now back up and running, I can fully see all that we’ve done. There were more people here than we anticipated. Most of the suits have managed to get out by now but we were able to take out a few. I don’t see the bastard that orchestrated this sick sale, though. He must have gotten out. Or maybe he wasn’t here at all, just a master puppeteer controlling his many puppets.

But we’ll find him. The Devil always finds them in the end. 

I don’t linger long on that thought, I just keep shooting, almost as if in a trance.

Until I hear her, the voice of my angel.

 Hour 55

“Will.”

I’ve just dropped yet another body when my eyes lock with hers from across the room. I can’t bring myself to look away, even to assess if she’s been hurt. To my surprise, I see no fear or disgust in her eyes. Just…relief? Concern?  

She let’s go of Peter’s hand and begins the slow walk through the room. Our eyes remained locked.

I watch in awe as this angel steps gingerly around the fallen bodies and pooling blood, as if she were merely walking around rain puddles.

Peter and Ryan have started the process of weeding out those still alive and ending their misery.

After what feels like an eternity, Tessa finally stands in front of me. Now that I can see her clearly, I find no trace of repulsion in her features. Surely this angel must hate me for all the death I’ve dealt, for the monster inside me…

She gently extends one of her delicate hands, keeping her eyes on mine, and softly whispers, “Let’s go home.”

Home.

I nod slightly, still in awe of this beautiful angel, and take her outstretched hand as I lead her from the mausoleum Ryan, Peter and I have created here tonight.

A brief nod at my team tells them it’s time to leave. We will deal with the repercussions of this night tomorrow, and we’ll come up with a plan to take down this whole organization.

Until then, I will tuck my angel safely in my arms and chase away any nightmares that may plague her sleep. I will keep her safe, for as long as she’ll let me.

My angel, my Tessa.

[nyrastark-archive]

How about a mobster Au?

Sorry this took so long! I just haven’t had much inspiration. I might expand on this some time.

- Ciel has inherited the crime empire from his parents and has great plans to take over London’s criminal empire.

- Sebastian is pretty much exactly like normal Sebastian except he’s a human. He’s famous in the underworld for his great skill with throwing knives.

- Tanaka used to serve as Vincent’s bodyguard before he got too old. He still functions as a butler but he can still kick some ass when he needs to.

- Nyra sings at a restaurant in neutral territory. She is a great source of information and often spies for Ciel. She rarely meets with the young crime lord as he usually sends Sebastian in his stead.

-Nyra also breeds the attack dogs that Ciel loves. She found a way to safely breed wolf-dog hybrids. She doesn’t sell them to anyone but Ciel.

- Nyra’s husband was a cop who found out about her shady dealings and in a fit of rage, killed their daughter. She killed him as well and has still not gotten over it. She is very distrustful of cops.

- After every mission with Sebastian, Nyra comes home to find some form of gift that reminds her of Norway. Reinroses, krumkraker and Julekake.

- Grell is a cop that no one is sure if they’re straight (not about their sexuality) or crooked.

- Ron is the stereotypical doughnut loving cop who just wants to get the job done so he can go party.

- William is a straight laced cop who wants nothing more than to see Sebastian behind bars. He sometimes wonders if he’s the only one who actually cares about catching criminals.

- Yanmei is an oriental belly dancer at one of Lau’s many gentleman’s clubs. She and William are in close contact; in exchange for information on various criminals he pays her money that helps keep her, her three sisters and her brother off the streets.

- William once personally showed up at the club to meet with another contact and in order to keep suspicion off him (because he is so obviously a cop), Yanmei gave him a surprise lap dance. It was an interesting and embarrassing night for both of them.

[tcxastough]

@nightwontlast For many years now, Diamond City had been under the control of a particular gangster : a cruel, ruthless man with a cool smile & a mean streak. Word lately had been that he was looking for a mechanic.

【🔧】— And wouldn’t you know it, that was exactly the man that the former scribe had been hired to take down. She had made it no secret that she was a genius with machines and computers alike, hacking the terminals through the doorways and unfastening the bolts and screws on appliances to crawl into vents and other crevices to avoid combat with most of the gangsters in the shackled base of his. 

        She was still just one woman, however, and was eventually caught, outnumbered, and beaten severely before one of the higher ups decided that their boss should hear about it and decide her fate. She was dragged into his office, then kicked in the ribs before they left, two of them standing in front of the door should their boss need anything.

[theparadoxicalfox]

You walk down the street in the early morning, each breath carrying just enough of a bite to remind you that autumn is approaching. There’s the scent of freshly baked bread and the distant rumble of an automobile a block over—then one of the newsies steps out, waving his cap in your direction. You stop, and return his smile.

“Did you hear?” the young man exclaimed, “There’s a new alternate reality fic coming out this weekend! It’s set in this very city, Boston, of all places! And, of course, in 1923. Guess they couldn’t think of a better year.”  He replaced his cap and struggled, for a moment, with his armful of papers before passing one to you.

Thanking him, you glance down at the headline, and skimmed the first sentence. Then, with a cheery grin, you flip the young man a coin and continue on your way.

That’s right, you heard it here first, folks. There’s a 1920′s fic coming out soon with your favourite youtubers as the main cast! If you want the scoop before everyone else make sure to drop by the authours’ blogs: @trulymightypotato, @randomringwrites, @lowat-golden-tower, @thatoneperson98122, @angstphilosophy, and @theparadoxicalfox. And of course, this wouldn’t have come about if it wasn’t for the wonderful @neko-puff, whose stream was where it all began!

[thewizardofrp]

ok meme time: morgash verse opinions on our all our ships / AUs, DISCUSS! most domesticated / most likely to burn something (or several things) down / kinkiest / fullest worldbuilding / best plot twists / least likely to traumatize their kids / most likely to traumatize their kids / most tragic / softest

Most domesticated - MobsterAU! Monty and Gus / Rhys and Oliver / Bo and Silas

Most likely to burn something down - Silas and Bo / Jack and Jane

Kinkiest - Oliver and Rhys

Fullest World Building (so far) - Rhys and Oliver / Leo and Kazem

Best plot twists - Monty and Gus

Most likely to traumatize their kids - Jack and Jane / Monty and Gus / Bo and Silas

Most tragic - Leo and Kazem / Rhys and Oliver

Softest - Leo and Kazem / Monty and Gus

[lisinfleur]

For 5CW:Ubbe Maybe a MobsterAU where the reader is a vigilante (like the Green Arrow maybe) determined to take down Ragnar and all his sons but ends up falling for Ubbe

This will be juicy! Thanks for the request!

[mycupoffanfiction]

His Favourite Gal: A Bucky x Reader Mobster AU Fic Part 1

An eventual mob!Bucky x Reader fic 

Part 1  Part 2  Part 3  Part 4  Part 5  Part 6

The reader begins working as a waitress at Bucky Barnes’ favourite club in town. Little does she realise that working on mob territory owned by the infamous King of New York, Bucky Barnes, comes with it’s quirks as the reader is slowly pulled into the mobster life.  Warnings: None for this part, mostly platonic fluff. 

Word count: Approx 2500

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Exiting through the doors of the bar you worked at, you trudged down the street. Putting your jacket hood up as the rain started, you began your cautious night time walk home. You’d had another gruelling day; your boss was relentless and you were close to quitting and finding a new job. Seeing a group of drunks ahead of you, you decided to take a different route that was slightly longer. It took you through mob territory, but at least it was owned by the King of New York, Bucky Barnes, who made it his objective to keep the people safe.

 Rounding a corner, you walked towards the most prestigious club in town, Stark’s. It was a huge gentlemen’s club owned by Mr Barnes himself, it was mostly famous for it’s casino and the fact it was Bucky’s favourite joint in town. Passing one of the tinted windows of the club, you paused when you saw an advert for a job. Inspecting it a bit further, you realised it was for a waitressing position, which was exactly what you were doing now. You pondered for a second before deciding fuck it and grabbing the advert and heading inside.

 Upon entering, you were met by a bouncer, who immediately took in your form and realised you were clutching the advert from outside. He silently moved to pat your down, which you relucantly allowed. “Go to the bar, speak to Natasha.” He finally spoke, gesturing to the bar in the centre back of the main room. Giving him a quiet thank you, you walked through the club, feeling very out of place in your casual work clothes as you passed men in suits chancing it at the casino. As you approached the bar, a red haired woman approached from the other side and looked you up and down with a slight smile on her lips. “Hi, I saw an advert outside for a waitressing job.” You started to explain, but she cut you off, waving her hand at you. “You sure? We haven’t had many applicants since this place attracts… well unwelcome mob families.” Her smile never faltered as she spoke. “I’ve got nothing to lose.” You spoke politely, letting the corners of your mouth curve upwards, eliciting a smirk from her. “Natasha.” She spoke her name, holding out her hand to shake. “Nice to meet you, I’m (Y/n).” You took her hand and shook it.  “Follow me.” She stepped down from the bar and waited for you to join her.

 You followed her into a back area of the club and stayed close behind as you passed through a maze of corridors. Natasha stopped at a doorway and snatched the advert out of your hand. “You’ll do great.” She smiled. Confused, you watched her knock on the door and open it slightly, poking her head in and talking to someone, although the door obstructed what she was saying from being heard by you. Natasha backed away and opened the door widely and gently pushed you into the room.

 You froze as the door closed behind you. Here you were in your wet leather jacket and casual bar waitress uniform, tired as anything and probably looking like a right mess after your shift, stood in front of a large wooden desk. Behind it was none other than Bucky Barnes himself and to his left was someone you recognised as Steve Rogers, his business partner and brother. “(Y/n) is it?” Bucky asked, smiling gently up at you as he relaxed in his chair. His hair was long and hung loosely around his face, framing his handsome features. His jaw was peppered with thick stubble and his eyes were a piercingly deep blue. He was intimidating, but you felt a friendly air about him. “Yes sir.” You nodded, finding your voice, realising it came out far weaker than you had intended. “Take a seat, (Y/n).” Steve spoke up, moving forwards and pulling out the chair in front of the desk for you.

 Sitting down, you nervously wrung you hands, you had no idea you’d be meeting the King of New York himself! Maybe this was a bad idea. “What makes you want to work here, (Y/n)?” Bucky spoke gruffly but kept a slight smile on his face as he studied you. “I work as a waitress at a bar down the street, sir. I guess I wanted a change of scenery.” You fumbled with your words. “You realise this place isn’t exactly cut out for ordinary folk, right?” Bucky leaned forwards, resting his forearms on the desk. “You have a family?” He asks, Steve settling next to Bucky and watching you as you shift nervously. “No, Mr Barnes.” You shook your head. Bucky spares a glance at Steve and then back at you. Steve nods and then stands again. “We don’t have many people applying here.” Steve remarks. “Perhaps we should take a moment to consider-.” He continues, but before he can finish, Bucky raises his hand to stop him. “You’re hired.” Bucky smiles, relaxing back in his chair. You look at him absolutely stunned, you’d just been hired on the spot after being in his presence for all of about two minutes, they barely even knew who you were. You knew they would likely do an extensive background check on you anyway. “Come to the club tomorrow night, seven o’clock sharp. Wear all black. Report to Natasha at the bar. Don’t worry about your current job.” Bucky rattles off quickly as if he had the entire thing planned in his head. “Thank you, sir.” You give him an appreciative nod. “Mr Barnes is just fine, doll.” He smirks before Steve steps forward to see you out.

 Your first few days working at the club go smoothly. It’s an interesting learning curve, working with people in the higher society, but one you didn’t mind so much. You didn’t gain such unsavoury attention working in the club as you had at the bar. There were no wandering hands, no harsh words thrown your way and as far as you were concerned, for now at least, your bosses were fair.

 It was the following week when you turned up to work when Natasha rushed up to you. You’d arrived ten minutes earlier than your usual shift to prepare, which had become part of your routine. “(Y/n) thank god you’re here!” Natasha exclaimed, grabbing your hands and yanking you behind her. “Why is something wrong Nat?” You asked, trying to keep up with her as she ushered you into the back room where the employees stored their personal items. “Mr Barnes has been hounding me for the past hour to get a waitress for him this evening but we’re running short.” She explained as you opened your designated locker and threw your bag in. Shrugging off your jacket you looked at her with confusion. “I can take Wanda’s shift so she can serve him.” You thought it should be easy enough, right? Hanging your jacket on the hook in your locker, you close the door and turn to Natasha’s attention. “No, (Y/n), he wants you to serve them tonight.” Nat shook her head frantically. “Me?!” You spoke a little louder than you had intended, your voice reverberating off the walls of the room. “Yes! God, please just go into their room and talk to them, they’ve been waiting longer than I wanted them to.” She huffed. “You could have called me, I would have come in earlier, Nat.” You frowned a little as you fumbled with your waitress apron, tying it roughly around the back and shoving your notepad and pen into the pockets at the front.

 Nat quickly ushered you down to their private dining room and you quietly let yourself in. In the middle of the room was a large round table with around ten men sat around it. In the middle, facing you was Bucky, to his left Steve and to his right was another man you didn’t recognise. “Ah, (Y/n)!” Bucky enthusiastically greeted you. You tried to hide the slightly flustered look you knew you had as you approached the table. “Good evening Mr Barnes, gentlemen.” You nodded, smiling sheepishly as you looked around the table. You had a few polite hellos and nods from them. “Are you waitressing us tonight, (Y/n)?” Steve asked, sitting forward and flashing you a million dollar smile. “I am, Mr Rogers.” You nodded, lifting you notepad and pen. “Allow me to introduce everyone.” You learned the man on Bucky’s right side was named Sam. You realised quickly the people who sat closer to Bucky were closest in friendship to him than the others, those closest to him consisted of Steve, Scott, Clint and Sam.

 Bucky motioned you to come and stand next to him once they were all done ordering food and drink. You stood where he’d pointed to and he turned in his seat to face you. You felt your cheeks heat up with a blush as Bucky smiled up at you. “Is that everything, Mr Barnes?” You asked. “Not quite, sugar. Add whatever you’re having to the list, it’s on me.” He grinned at you. “I – uh, sorry?” You asked, a little confused. “Bucky wants you to order yourself some food and drink and eat with us, (Y/n).” Steve sensed your confusion and was quick to help you out. “Are you sure, Mr Barnes?” You hesitantly locked eyes with him and immediately broke eye contact. “Absolutely, please eat with us, doll.” Bucky’s voice went soft as he cocked his head, pouting a little, making you melt a bit. “As you wish, Mr Barnes. Thank you.” You smiled at him, speaking softly before jotting you meal on the notepad and rushing out of the room.

 You immediately bumped into Natasha as you made your way to the kitchen. “He wants me to eat with them.” You blurted out before even making your presence known. “He what?” Nat frowns. “Mr Barnes wants me to order my food and drink and eat with them.” You repeated, more calmly this time. “Christ, (Y/n).” She looked at you wide eyed. “What, he doesn’t do that with the other waitresses?” You question, ripping the order out of the notepad and handing it to the kitchen staff. “He’s never done that before.” Nat admitted, gaping at you a little. “Are you sure?” You surely couldn’t be the only one he’s ever asked. “I’ve worked here every night for three years, (Y/n) and not once has he ever requested that.” Nat almost laughed at how unbelievable it was. “I’ll get someone to call for you when the food’s ready. Let me get their drinks together.” She immediately leapt into action, snatching the drink order from you.

 You waltzed into the private dining room with a large round tray balanced expertly on one hand. The glasses on top gently clinking together as you walked, swaying your hips slightly. Handing out their orders, you took your drink last. You noticed quickly that all the men around the table had shifted and there was now an empty seat next to Bucky. “Come and sit with me, doll.” He patted the empty chair. Steve hopped up to pull it out for you and you obliged, plopping yourself down in the chair and turning slightly to face him. You didn’t want to assume you could speak unless spoken to, so you politely kept quiet while Bucky noticeably studied your face. “Tell us about yourself, (Y/n).” He smiled, sitting back in his chair as he picked up his drink and took a sip.

 “Well, I’m from Brooklyn. My parents passed several years ago, I had to leave college to process the accident. It was horrible.” You realised you dwelled a bit too long on the death of your parents and immediately moved the conversation away from the subject. You did appreciate the soft look on Bucky’s face as he listened to what you said, almost like he felt sorry for you. Before you could continue though, Bucky rested his hand over yours and squeezed gently. “I’m sorry, (Y/n), truly I am.” He spoke just above a whisper. “Thank you, Mr Barnes.” You gave him a tight lipped smile. “Bucky, call me Bucky.” He patted the back of your hand gently. “Are you sure, Mr Barnes?” You asked. “Yes, we’re surrounded by family, no business partners today, so we’re on first name basis, alright?” Bucky gripped your hand again. “Alright, Bucky.” You nodded, mirroring his smile.

 You told him more about yourself, your interests, hobbies, about your apartment and your neighbourhood. How your dad had taught you how to sock a guy if he attacked you, although the times you had been approached by shady men you clammed up before you even got the courage to make the back off. As the evening drew on, you became comfortable enough to share a few jokes, which elicited chuckles and laughs from even some of the most scary looking men around the table. One of them, Drax, who was terrifyingly huge and angry looking clapped his hand over his chest and roared with laughter the first time you told a joke, which completely took you by surprise. What surprised you more was how easy it was to make Bucky laugh and play along with your antics.

 By the end of the evening, you had spent hours talking with Bucky and his men and had warmed up a lot to them, especially Bucky and Steve. They might look intimidating and have a rather scary line of work, but the two of them were soft and charming on the inside, showing you a side to them you were unsure anyone else in the club was allowed to see.

 Finally taking your leave, long past the end of your shift, you made your way to the locker room to collect your things. As you exited the room, you were met by Clint, one of Bucky’s closer mob family members. “Boss is requesting your presence, (Y/n).” Clint said softly. “What do you mean?” You tilted your head in a questioning fashion. “Wants to make sure you get home safe.” He clarified. Nodding, you followed Clint out of the back door and down to a large black SUV where the door was held open for you by Clint. Sliding in onto the plush seats, you realised quickly you weren’t alone in the car. Sat comfortably next to you were Steve and Bucky, smiling across at you as you shifted in your seat.

 The ride home was comfortable and a welcome occurrence since the walk would have been long and potentially dangerous at this time of night. After dropping you off, the car waited outside of your building until they saw you safely enter the building and the door shut behind you.

You spent some time replaying the evening in your head, realising you were smiling to yourself when you remembered that Nat had said no one had ever been asked to dine with Bucky and his family. It brought a blush to your cheeks as you settled in for the night and awaited the next time you could waitress for them again.

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Hi thanks for reading! I have written several parts to this story, I’m not sure how many I will do in the end, but it’s looking to be around 4 or 5! Feedback is always welcome. It’s my first time posting a fan fic on here and I love mobster Bucky.

[bettercallsabs]

Falling For Crime 7

A/N: Surprise! I hope you enjoy. Tag list is open, so never miss a post!

Warnings: ummm, it’s a mob fic? Some fluff, some angst. 

Series Masterlist 

In the past few weeks, you found yourself spending more and more time with Steve. The two of you usually had breakfast together daily. you’d cook, as he sat in the kitchen keeping you company. Over breakfast you began to learn a lot about Steve. His favorite foods, music, books. It became more prominent over time, just how smart Steve actually was. You has always assumed he was more of a muscle and power, kind of guy, but your were quite wrong. Steve had such a flourishing business, not only because he was ruthless, determined, but because he was organized and logistical. 

The more you got to know Steve, the more you genuinely liked him as a person. You hadn’t seen Bucky for weeks, and it worried you. You wanted terrible to ask Steve about him, but  you were still working up the courage to ask...not knowing was getting the best of you.

“A Wednesday off? Are you sure?” You set the plates loaded with food onto the small kitchen table. 

“Why not doll? We deserve a break don’t we?” 

Steve looked down at his plate, his eyes widening with hunger. “I’m so glad packaged  bacon exists now.” Steve muttered as he took a piece of bacon from the plate, staring at it in admiration, before shoving the entire piece into is mouth. “With you’re cooking, I’m going to gain 40 pounds.”  You chuckled, taking your seat across from Steve, cutting into your codfish cake. 

“You workout too much for that. Now, Stop working out... and you surely will.” Thoughts of a large bellied Steve flooded your mind, a wide smile spreading across your mouth as you giggled to yourself. 

“Well, I better keep up the workouts then.” Steve said in between bites. “So, what should we do today doll?

“Not to sound cliche,” you paused, taking another bite of your codfish cake. “but a walk in Central Park seems like a dream. Now. that the snow has melted and the flowers are in full  bloom, I’d really love to see it. And Bucky had mentioned this delicious ice cream cart that pops up around this time of year. Do you know of it?”

“Can’t say that I do, doll.”

 “Maybe we could ask Bucky? I haven’t seen him in a while and-“  Steve stood abruptly from  his chair, the silverware clashing against the ceramic plate.

“Not today doll, he’s busy.” His tone was evasive, giving no further information on the subject. An awkward silence hung in the air, as you both waited to see he would speak first. 

“Best get ready. I have a few things to sort before we leave. Thanks for breakfast.” Steve’s demeanor was cold, as he left the kitchen in a huff. 

In that moment, it became exceedingly clear that Steve knew exactly what had transpired between you and Bucky. 

— 

Walking the path through Central Park, you felt transcended into another plane. The foliage was so green and lush, flowering with beautiful shades of pinks, violets, and reds. 

“It’s so beautiful here Steve. A little blip of paradise in the center of the city.” You danced and swayed, enjoying the light breeze as it caressed your bare legs. 

Steve watched you with adoring eyes, completely mesmerized by your free spirited nature. “It is beautiful, just like you.” You felt your face flooding with heat. Even after all of this time, his compliments made you flustered. 

Steve reached out for your hand, intertwining your fingers in his. 

“I want to show you something.” A mysterious tone playing in Steve’s voice. 

You walked for what felt like hours, the anticipation of surprise causing you patience to be nonexistent.

Approaching on the grounds of small castle, your mind was baffled. Your jaw dropped, A castle in the middle of Central Park? The stone structure was surrounded by lush grew foliage and an assortment of bright colored flowers. It was truly a sight to behold. 

Releasing your hand from Steve’s grasp, you walked forward, into the miniature courtyard.

“This.. this is amazing. This architecture- wow.” 

“Care to take a look inside?” 

“Can we really?”

Taking your hand back in his, Steve smiled as he coaxed you into the Castle. You felt like you were living a fairytale. How had you never known this was here? After touring the castle, you thought it couldn’t get any better. Today had already been a dream come true, and so much more. 

“Close your eyes.”

“What? Why?”

“Just do it, doll.”

Closing your eyes, you squeezed them tightly shut. Your heart raced in anticipation, as you racked your brain for what was in store. What the hell was Steve up to?

“Open your eyes.” Slowly opening your eyes, your jaw dropped. A plaid blanket, topped with a picnic basket, a bucket of ice chilling a bottle of champagne amongst its cubes, surrounded my a field of yellow and pink tulips. 

“Steve...” you could barely speak his name as you choked back tears.

“Do you like it?” Steve’s voice was different... he sounded, vulnerable? 

“Steve, this is absolutely beautiful.” He smiled at you. For the first time ever, his smile was pure, as it spread to his sparkling blue eyes. 

“I’m so glad you like it.”

“Like it? No, I love it! Seriously, this is like nothing I’ve seen before.” 

Sitting on the blanket, you enjoyed a unique cheese and fruit platter, as you and Steve talked and laughed amongst the tulips.  This was really one of the most amazing days of your life. 

“People actually like this cheese?” You crinkled your node at the look and smell of the blue cheese. “It’s smells horrendous.”

“My father loved the stuffed. Me? Not so much.” Steve laughed as he chucked the cheese out into the field. 

“Today’s been lovely Steve. An absolute dream.”

“I’ve really enjoyed myself today, with you.” Looking down at his watch, Steve looked back at you with a giddy grin. “I just have one last favor to ask.”

“For you, Anything.”

“Stand right here.” Steve helped you to your feet, as a placed a soft kiss on top of your hand. “And close your eyes.” This time you didn’t question him. Closing your eyes, you took a deep breath in and out. 

“Okay, open them.” 

Your breath caught in your throat. Your hands shot to your mouth, gasping, as you looked down at Steve, who was knelt on one knee, a dark maroon velvet box, resting in his hand. You tried to speak, but you couldn’t form a single word, your entire self was aghast. You were overwhelmed with an assortment of emotions. A part of your was horrified yet thrilled. 

“Doll, these last few months have been, well, anything but ordinary. Since you first caught my eye, standing in front of that hotel, I been so enamored  with you. You have filled life to me again. Brought me happiness I never thought I’d feel. You’re a my dream come true. Miss Y/F/N, will you do me the honor of becoming my wife?” 

Tears stung your eyes, as he flipped the box open to reveal the most extravagant ring you had ever seen. The shield style band was adorned with a large, old European cut diamonds, that shimmered in the fading sunlight. 

You didn’t know what to say, Steve made you happy, he went out of his way to keep you in New York, shown you a life you could have only ever dreamed of... a flicker of Bucky flooded your mind. Bucky... no. Bucky is just a friend, you told yourself. He could never be more, and you knew that. 

“Yes!” You managed to squeak out.

Steve swooped you into his arms, twirling you around, until you both collapsed to the ground from dizziness. 

Steve gazed at you lovingly, holding your face in his palms, his thumb lightly brushing against  your warm cheeks. 

“I love you y/n.” The words were like honey as the spilled off his tongue, making your heart skip a beat. Before you could respond, his lips enveloped yours in a sweet kiss. 

“I love you too Steve.” The strangest part of saying those words, was you meant it. 

“Ahem, boss, sorry to interrupt the moment, but you summoned for me?” You looked up to see to see a familiar face  standing a few feet from where you laid, wrapped in Steve’s embrace. Bucky.

“Bucky.” You felt all of the color leave your face as you looked up to him. His usually happy blue eyes were sullen, making your heart sink in your chest. Moments ago you felt beyond elated, but now... all you felt was guilt. 

“Ah Bucky you made it. I wanted today to be absolutely perfect, so I brought Bucky back to find that ice cream you wanted to try. Did you find it Bucky?” 

“Yes boss. He’s here now, just over the bridge.”

“Perfect! shall we?”

Hopping to his feet, in an overly chipper mood, Steve pulled you to your feet, planting a quick kiss on your lips. You felt strange kissing Steve in front of Bucky, making your stomach churn. 

“Congratulations I’m your engagement. I hope you to will be happy together.” Bucky didn’t meet either of your gazes, as you congratulated the two of you. Something in his voice sounded... bitter and angry. 

“Oh, you saw all that?” Steve acted surprised, but something about his words didn’t seem right... “Thanks Buck. I really appreciate it. Ready to get some ice cream, and start our venture homeward?” 

You couldn’t contain your excitement. You were a sucker for ice cream, and if it was as good as Bucky had been boasting about, you couldn’t wait to taste it.

“Most definitely!”

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Sitting onto your bed, grabbing the candle stick phone from the end table, you quickly phoned for your sister. 

“Hello?”

“Walt, I need to talk to Louise immediately! It’s an emergency.”

“She’s in the bath now. I can have her phone you back as soon as she’s out.”

“Please do. And don’t forget to relay the urgency of it! If I have to wait much longer, I might burst.”

“You could tell me if you would like.” 

“Oh Walt, you are too kind. But if I told you before LouLou, she’d sure kill us both. Now, tell her to hurry her bath. Thank you Walt.”

Hanging up the phone, you fell back onto your bed. You truly did feel as if you were mere seconds from bursting. 

Your tried to busy your mind for the time being by reorganizing your closet. You began sorting through your dresses, organizing them according, to length color and fabric. After you completed that, you tasked yourself with sorting your footwear. 

When the phone rang, you tossed the pair of heels on your hands, and bolted for the phone. 

“Hello? LouLou? Is that you?”

“Y/n, what’s so important that I cut my bath short?”

“LouLou! Steve proposed! We were in the gardens of the castle in Central Park- thanks for telling me about that castle by the way, not- but he proposed! And the ring-“

“Slow down! Christ! Let me process a moment! Now, he what? He proposed? Are you serious? Y/N, I swear if you’re making fun right now-“

“I’m not, I swear! I’m being honest.”

“Well, what did you say?”

“What?”

“Oh my goodness Y/N! Don’t be daft! Did you say yes?”

“Yes. Yes I said yes.” The line went silent for a moment, causing your heart to race even more. 

“LouLou?”

“Sorry, I was screaming. I’m excited for you! We are meeting for breakfast tomorrow. 9am sharp. I want all the details!" You shrieked with joy, pleased to hear your sister have a pleasant reaction to the news. 

“Sounds great. I love you LouLou!

“I love you to sissy! Congratulations. And I’ll see in the morning. Try and get some sleep, will you?” 

“I will try my best.” 

“Talk soon.”

Hanging up the phone, you felt a giant weight lifted off your shoulders, until you remembered... your parents... 

Shit. 

—-

“Let me see it one more time.” 

Holding out your hand, Louise took it in hers as she gawked over the rock on your finger.

“It’s so beautiful. I’m envious. That must have costs thousands of dollars! More than my house! You’re so lucky y/n.” 

Pulling your hand back, you hunched in your chair. “I’m just worried about mom and Dad. They seem to like Steve enough... I don’t know.”

“Im confident they’ll support it. Steve has the means to keep you safe, and give you the best life... I think. I mean you haven’t been caught up in any of the...” bringing her time to a whisper, your sister leaned in closer to you before finishing her sentence. “Mob business? You aren’t a criminal now, right?”

“Absolutely not!” You may have been engaged to a criminal, but you differently weren’t one... were you? 

——

Knock, knock. 

“Hey Steve, can I come in?” You stood in the doorway of his study, as Steve sat behind his desk, papers sprawled before him. Looking up from his work, he greeted you with a smile. 

“Of course doll. come, take a seat. Would you like a drink?”

“Yes. I could definitely use one to settle the nerves.” Steve poured two glasses of whiskey, neat, as you took a seat. 

“What’s got you so worked up doll?”

“My parents... I’m nervous of how they’ll react... to this.” You held up your hand, gesturing to the ring.

“Don’t fret doll, I already talked to them.” Steve said nonchalantly, as he handed you your drink.

“You what?”

“I asked for your father’s permission before I asked you, doll. So you needn’t worry your pretty little head. They were more than happy when we spoke. Although, I’m sure your mom is dying to hear about the proposal.” 

“Oh god, you’re right. I’m going to go call her. I’m taking my drink!” You took a long sip from your drink before taking a stand and heading for the door. “Thank you Steve.”

“You’re welcome doll.”

——

3 weeks of being engaged to Steve may have been the craziest time of your life. Telling your family was by far, the easiest of all. Everyone was seemed so happy for you. Except Bucky. On the night of yours and Steve’s engagement party, you caught Bucky’s side glances towards Steve. They way he looked at him scared you, made you fear for Steve’s life. 

As Steve mingled amongst friends and colleagues, you grabbed Bucky by the arm, pulling him aside, out of sight. “What the hell is your problem, Bucky?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, y/n.”

“Like hell you don’t. The way you’ve acting, rude to me, and I’ve seen the way you look at Steve.” 

“I don’t have time for this y/n, please get out of my way.” Bucky moved to get around you, but you stepped in front of him once again. “Bucky please, just talk to me.” You gently placed your hand on his forearm, begging him to talk with you. 

“I love you. And Steve, he.. he ruined everything..” You didn’t know what to say, the proper way to respond. You mind was raising trying to put the pieces together of what was just said. Bucky... how could... he loved you? He was just joking, he couldn’t possibly love you... He cup your face in his hand, stroking your cheek softly with his thumb. God, you missed his touch. 

“Y/N. I love you so much, you are the most beautiful thing in the world to me . You can’t marry him. I-“

“Bucky Stop.” The tears stung your eyes as they began to trickle from your eyes, as you removed his hand from your cheek, taking a few steps back from him. This man, standing before you... you loved him too. But you also loved Steve. Your heart began to ache, your emotions playing in all different directions. 

“Doll?. Turning hot on your heels, Steve now stood before you. “Y/n, what’s wrong?” His attention now diverting to Bucky. “You just don’t like to listen do you? When did you become so uncompliant?” Steve was uncannily calm, and it terrified you. Now, you feared for Bucky’s life. 

“Steve, I asked to talk with him, it wasn’t his fault. He tried to walk away, but I wouldn’t let him. I just wanted to know why he’s been away so much. I know it’s because you guys are still seeking vengeance on my assailants.  I can’t thank you enough for that. You work so hard to protect me, and take care of me. It’s one of the things I love most about you.” Linking your arm in his, with your free arm, you wiped the tears from your face. “Let’s get back to the party. Everyone is here to see us after all.” You could feel Steve’s body beginning to ease, against yours, as you made your way back into the ballroom area. You stole a quick glance at Bucky as you and Steve walked away, a single tear falling slowly from his eye. 

I’m so sorry. 

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A Brothers' Business

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by AchillesLament (11Mydesign11), You_Are_As_Alone_As_I_Am

The Raki-Graham brothers, Adam and Will, had amassed quite the lucrative business together. Will did most of the physical things, and Adam was the boss. He was the brains of everything - not that Will lacked in that area, no, he was cunning too, but it was more that he enjoyed getting his hands in their business. There was something intimate about it.

Will a new rival gang - the Lecters - throw a wrench in their business, or will the four men find a way to come together?

Words: 6751, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Series: Part 1 of SpaceDogs Mobster AUs

Fandoms: Hannibal (TV), Hannibal Extended Universe - Fandom

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Categories: M/M

Characters: Hannibal Lecter, Will Graham, Nigel (Charlie Countryman), Adam Raki

Relationships: Will Graham/Hannibal Lecter, Nigel (Charlie Countryman)/Adam Raki

Additional Tags: Hannibal Extended Universe, Hannigram - Freeform, MobsterAU, Adam still has asperger's, Hannibal Lecter is a Cannibal, Brothers, No Incest, Angst and Fluff and Smut, Manipulative Hannibal Lecter, Possessive Nigel (Charlie Countryman), Sassy Will Graham, Boss!Adam, set in New York

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His Favourite Gal: Part 2 A Bucky x Reader Mobster AU Fic

An eventual mob!Bucky x Reader fic

Part 1  Part 2  Part 3  Part 4  Part 5  Part 6

The reader begins working as a waitress at Bucky Barnes’ favourite club in town. Little does she realise that working on mob territory owned by the infamous King of New York, Bucky Barnes, comes with it’s quirks as the reader is slowly pulled into the mobster life. Warnings: Platonic fluff, slight anxious reaction, descriptions of anxiety, flirting, mentions of a creep, but little detail.

Word count: Approx 4300

Hi! Thank you all for the great feedback and lovely response on the first part! Let me know if you want to be tagged for the future parts. Also thinking about writing some mobster!Bucky oneshots, let me know what you think! Enjoy!

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As the nights went on, you continued the routine for several days of waitressing Bucky and his mob family, becoming fast friends with them. You didn’t want to assume you were friends, since Bucky was your boss after all and you still tried to keep an air of professionalism to your evenings with them. When it reached the weekend though, you entered work to realise another waitress had been coined for the job of waitressing Bucky and his family for the evening and you’d be lying if you weren’t a little upset by that.

 You spent the evening waitressing the other visitors of the club, occasionally glancing around to see the girl who was tending to Bucky that evening going between the private dining room and kitchen, but never spending more than a few minutes at a time in their dining space, waiting patiently outside of the door to be called. This gave you a little warmth to your heart when you realised Bucky had only invited you for drinks and food and the other waitress was not getting as much attention.

 On the third night of this occurring, you mindlessly wiped down a table and paused as you saw Nat approaching. “(Y/n), I need you to go and serve Barnes.” She announced. “Why what’s wrong? I thought someone else was waitressing for them.” You thought out loud, you couldn’t help but sound a little bitter, circling the towel one last time around the table you were cleaning. “He asked specifically for you. I need you to swap shifts and take care of it, please (Y/n).” She plead; it wasn’t like she needed to though. You knew it was bad, but you’d drop everything to spend time with Bucky and his mob family. Nodding, you set down your cleaning supplies and walked straight for the bar to pick up their drinks, taking note that there was eleven drinks instead of ten, which was their usual number.

 You entered their private dining room, the chatter amongst the men immediately quietening as Bucky stood quickly from his spot. “(Y/n)! Doll! Are we glad to see you!” He exclaimed, beaming at you from across the room, his arms open in excitement. A few chuckles and reactions from the men around the table made your heart warm. You smiled shyly and giggled a little as you approached the table, handing the drinks out. You realised quickly that the eleventh drink was for you, Bucky had ordered your favourite in anticipation of you taking over the waitressing for the evening. “Come and sit, doll.” Bucky motioned for you to sit by him as the other men chatted amongst themselves. “I missed ya, sugar.” Bucky couldn’t seem to shake the ecstatic grin off his face. You giggled and blushed as you sat down next to him and took a sip of your drink. “I was starting to think you didn’t want my company, Bucky.” You fluttered your lashes, perhaps a little too flirtatiously and wondered where the hell you just found that confidence and if you hadn’t crossed any lines by doing so. Bucky chuckled and patted your knee gently before sitting back in his chair. “Nah, he missed you (Y/n), wouldn’t shut up about you the past few nights.” Sam sighed, as if exhausted by the whole thing. “I missed waitressing for all of you gentlemen.” You looked up shyly at Bucky, giving him a sheepish smile and quickly hiding your features by taking a slow sip from your drink.

 Bucky sighed contentedly, shifting to sit sideways on his chair to face you fully. “How ‘bout a deal, doll.” He began, pausing for a breath. “Be our private waitress from now on, I’ll even pay you extra, have you driven or walked home each night. Our visits just weren’t the same with the other waitresses that got assigned to us the past few nights.” Bucky patiently waited for your response. It was a sweet deal, serve them and only them, bask in Bucky’s company each evening and have a pay rise and a safe way home each day. It sounded like perfection. “You have yourself a deal, Mr Barnes.” You smirked, raising your glass to his and clinked them together before you both took a sip of your drinks. “You’re really something, sugar.” Bucky murmured, giving you a broad, sweet smile that you were convinced he reserved for you, although you knew that could just be wishful thinking.

 As the nights went on, you became closer to the mob family. Your job didn’t really even feel like a job, you spent most evenings sitting on Bucky’s righthand side where he gave you his full attention for the evening. The only thing you really had to do was serve their food and drinks when they ordered and the rest of the time you enjoyed your free drinks in their company each evening. You’d even been asked by Bucky to give him your phone number, for business purposes, of course.

 A week later, you were preparing to leave for work in an hour when your phone buzzed. Looking down at the screen it was a text from Bucky.

Hey doll! How’s my favourite gal? Dress up tonight, real fancy. Got some business partners eating with us. You’ll have to speak to us formally but I promise we’ll enjoy a casual evening like usual tomorrow night. See ya later sugar, Bucky x

You would be lying if being called his favourite gal or the little kiss at the end didn’t do things to you. Your heart raced as your nimble fingers typed a reply and you changed your plans to try and look as knockout as possible. If you couldn’t have a casual one with Bucky’s attention, perhaps you could still keep his attention by dressing up for him.

 You entered the club as usual at the beginning of your shift dressed in a sleek, black dress, sticking to the colour code of the club. It hugged you in all the right places and looked damn good on you. You did your hair just right and put a little more effort into your makeup than usual. As you entered the private dining space, you realised half the table, the half that faced away from the door was full of unfamiliar men, presumably the business partners Bucky was meeting with. On the other side of the table with Bucky and his closest men. Bucky paused, nudging Steve in the side as you made your appearance and he looked across at you with wide eyes.

 Approaching the table, you greeted them all politely, addressing them all formally and taking their orders. You took the opportunity to flash a few looks and smiles at Bucky while you were at it. Throughout the entire evening his eyes were constantly on you as you went in and out of the room, bringing in their orders and clearing the table. Being a formal meeting, you did have to wait outside before Steve sent you an alert on your phone for your required attention.

 As the evening went on, the businessmen left, leaving only Bucky’s men in the room. Bucky insisted on staying, making everyone leave and requesting that Steve and Clint wait for him in the car while he enjoyed one last drink alone. Although he wasn’t going to be alone. You entered the room with a drink for both him and yourself and you carefully sat down next to him. “When I told you to dress real fancy, I wasn’t expecting this, doll.” Bucky began, a smile playing on his lips. “You don’t like it?” You asked, feigning offence and pouting playfully. “No, I don’t actually.” He said bluntly. “I love it, sugar.” Bucky all but growled. Was he flirting with you?! Surely Bucky Barnes wasn’t interested in you like that. Still you took the compliment and blushed furiously.

 “How was your day doll?” Bucky asked, hoping to keep a light conversation and make the most of his last drink of the night. “It was okay, I suppose. I went on a lunch date, the guy turned out to be an absolute…” You trailed off, unsure that Bucky would like it if you swore around him. “Asshole?” He finished for you. Nodding, you took a sip from your drink and sighed. “Doesn’t deserve ya, doll.” Bucky concluded, patting your knee gently. “I can’t seem to find anyone. All the guys I meet are rude assholes, they only care about one thing and once they get it they drop you.” You sighed, quickly realising you were going on about your personal life perhaps a bit too much. “Sorry, I shouldn’t talk about that kind of stuff.” You cleared your throat. “Nonsense, (Y/n), we’re friends, right? You can tell me anything, doll.” Bucky nudged you gently. Throwing him a little smile you realised how close you and Bucky had gotten over the past few weeks and how much you loved his attention. “So, what made you pick out this number tonight?” Bucky asked, motioning at your beautiful dress. “You said to dress real fancy, so I wanted to impress.” You smiled shyly at him, you of course were not going to tell him that it was part of your attempt to get his attention and you tried your best to hide your blush by looking down and letting you hair fall down around your face. Bucky was quick to reach forward and tuck the loose strands behind your ear. “You look stunning.” He spoke softly, his eyes locking with yours and for a moment you felt nothing but contentment as you gazed at him.

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The next day went horribly, you’d overslept past lunch and when you went to the market for your weekly gorcery shopping, you’d been uncharacteristically clumsy for a waitress and dropped your bags of groceries everywhere. On top of that, you went on a date that turned out to be awful and the guy showed up already drunk calling you all sorts of obscenities when you tried to make conversation. And just to make your day that much worse, as you tried to wiggle out of your date, the guy drunkenly shoved you into a wall and somehow you came out of that scuffle with a huge bruise on your upper arm. You hoped your shift wouldn’t be so dramatic, and if it was, that the drama was not focussed on you.

 Trudging into work, sporting your new giant bruise, you quickly got ready to serve Bucky tonight when Clint barges into the locker room unannounced. Clasping your hand over your heart, you lean into your locker as you stare at Clint. “Jesus, you scared the shit out of me.” You gasp. “Sorry (Y/n).” Clint chuckles softly, taking a step closer to you. “Last minute change of plans, boss has got a dodgy client dining with him tonight, told me to warn you of his wandering hands.” Clint informed you, wiggling his fingers at you before perching on the bench in the middle of the room. “Great.” You groaned under your breath, scrunching up your nose at the thought. You shrug off your jacket and shove it into your locker, grabbing your apron off the hook. “Shit what happened to you?” Clint stands up immediately, inspecting your arm, reaching for it but left his hands hovering like he was unsure if he should touch you. “I went on a date.” You shrug, tying your apron on at the back. “Do all of your dates end like that, with you getting hurt?” Clint asks, raising a brow and peaking his voice in an attempted joke. “Apparently in more ways than one this time.” You roll your eyes, shoving your notepad and pen into your pocket and glancing over at yourself in the mirror, fluffing your hair a bit. “Is it that bad?” You cringe at the sight of it. “No, your hair looks great.” Clint replies, somewhat oblivious to what you meant and stands next to you, looking in the mirror at you. Giving him a light nudge, you scoff. “The bruise, Clint.” You roll your eyes for what felt like the hundredth time today. Clint pauses, making a face. “Eh, it could be worse.” He responds. That didn’t exactly fill you with confidence. You mutter a quiet thanks before leaving the room and walking down the hall to Bucky’s dining room.

 Entering the dining room, you’re surprised to see that it’s only Bucky and Steve sitting opposite the client Clint had warned you about. Instantly you felt awkward as everyone turns to look at you, the room falling silent. You watch as Bucky’s eyes instantly trail down to your bruise and shoots you a questioning look. “Good evening gentlemen.” You tried to inject your regular amount of pep into your voice, but you’re well aware you sound no where near as cheerful as usual, so you plaster a smile to your face, which you’re sure Bucky and Steve know is just about the most fake smile you could muster. You assume your usual spot next to Bucky to take their orders but spare a glance over at the client in question. There’s something odd about the way he’s moving in his seat. You shrug it off and take off to get their orders ready.

 The next time you enter the room, you bring in a trayful of drinks, setting it down you serve Bucky and Steve first and then personally bring the client’s drink to him, giving you a chance to eye him a little. Something about him just doesn’t seem right to you. You walk behind him and chance a worrisome glance over your shoulder to Steve as a way to silently let him know something doesn’t seem right. You exit the dining room and wait by Natasha’s bar for the food to be ready. “Rough day?” Nat asks as she pours a drink and slides it across the bar for a customer. “You could say that.” You heave sigh, leaning against the wall behind her. You make polite conversation with Nat for a while, but your mind keeps jumping back to the client in the dining room.

 You’re pulled from your thoughts when Nat all but slaps you on the shoulder. “Christ (Y/n), the kitchen’s calling for you.” You utter an apology before swinging into the kitchen, swooping up the tray of food and rushing it to the dining room. You enter and serve Bucky and Steve, all the while carefully looking up at the guy opposite you. When you take his plate over to him, he gets a bit handsy, hooking his arm around your waist a pulling you close, you internally groan as you look down at him, resisting the urge to slap him. But then you notice something odd. Something that seems out of place, but you can’t be sure. So, you play along, much to Bucky and Steve’s displeasure. Running your hand over his chest, your fingers make contact with his exposed skin where his shirt is udone at the top, sliding slightly into the open gap and you can see Bucky tense at your actions in your peripheral vision. You manage to get a much better peak into his shirt while the guy is distracted with looking you up and down. Swallowing down the pit in your stomach at the way he’s looking at you, you take in a long, slow breath and in one sharp movement, you reach into his shirt, grip something and yank it out, throwing the black wire down onto the table. You push away from him and sheepishly glance across at Bucky and Steve who gape at you, and then Bucky’s expression turns to one of rage.

 You see Steve mouth a few curses as Bucky leapt to his feet, forcing his chair back. The client hops up and goes for you, but you dodge him quickly. Bucky hits him from the side like a freight train and tackles him into the wall with a deafening crunch. “(Y/n).” Steve says your name sternly but you raise your finger to your lips as you rush to the table. Running your fingers on the underside of the wood, Steve stops and watches you pull out a bug the guy had planted under the table. Bucky reaches for it, immediately crushing it in his metal hand while he held the guy down with his flesh hand. You suddenly feel a pang of panic and bolt from the room, rushing down the corridor to the bathrooms and you lock yourself in feeling your breathing getting more intense.

 Bloody hell, what if you just fucked that all up? What if you just fucked everything up? Will Bucky be angry at you? Sure, you found a wire and a bug, but interrupting the meeting like that might have sent things more sideways than they would have been if you’d just intervened at the end. Clutching your face in your hands you force a breath into your lungs and start to try and calm yourself down from the possible impending doom. God, why did today have to be so ridiculous? Letting out a shaky breath, you hear the rush of footsteps in the corridor and then the bathroom door is flung open. “(Y/n).” Steve breathes your name as he walks in. You decide against hiding and stumble out of the cubicle, afraid to make eye contact with him. “Come on, let’s get you to the office.” He puts his hand on your back and steers you out of the room, leading you through the hallways to Bucky’s office.

 Perching on the armchair, you have a million thoughts swirling in your head and your anxiety increases as you begin to overthink and over react to the situation. “Are you alright?” Steve asks, leaning up against the front of the desk, placing his hand on your shoulder. You nod and swallow thickly. As if sensing your uneasiness, Steve moves to be right in front of you and puts his fingers under your chin, forcing you to look up at him. “Bucky isn’t mad at you.” He spoke clearly and enunciated every word carefully. A string of breathy okays leave your lips as you calm yourself further.

 Your heart rate instantly spikes as the door to the office is flung open and the door slams against the wall, leaving you wide eyed and heaving for breath. “Jesus Buck.” Steve frowns, nodding his head at you dramatically before clutching at your shoulders in an effort to calm you. You hear Bucky sigh and he walks into view, stopping in front of you and waving Steve out of the way to take his place in front of you. “You alright?” Bucky places his hand on your knee. All you can do is nod after practically having cardiac arrest. “Sorry I interrupted your meeting.” You say barely above a whisper. “Are you kidding me?” Bucky raises his voice slightly before realising he’s being too loud with you and instantly softens his approach. “That was great, (Y/n)!” He exclaims, raising his voice again. “How did you work out he was wearing a wire?” Bucky asks. You take a second to compose yourself and you lock eyes nervously with Bucky. “He was acting weird, moving strangely, I kept an eye on him and I thought I saw him possibly planting the bug while I was serving your drinks. Then when he got handsy I noticed something in his shirt and realised he was wearing a wire too.” You explained nonchalantly. Bucky does nothing short of gape at you and then shoots Steve an impressed face.

 “Steve.” Bucky says his name in a gravelly voice, but nods towards the door and Steve quickly leaves the room. Bucky looks back at you again and reaches up, trailing his hand over your arm. “What happened, sugar?” Bucky asks softly, brushing over the bruise, making you wince a little. “I went on a date. The guy shoved me around a bit when I tried to leave.” You decide not to hide the truth from Bucky, knowing it’s likely impossible to keep secrets from him, especially how his slate blue eyes somehow manage to get you spill everything without him having to push you for it. “Asshole.” Bucky growls. “He didn’t deserve you.” Bucky says bluntly. He lets out a sigh and then reaches for your hand. “Let’s go and have a drink, just you a me, doll.” Bucky waits for you to agree and then he pulls you along with him.

 You would be lying if you said you didn’t like the feeling of your hand in his as he walks you down the hallway. His hand is calloused but the skin on the back of his hand, while it’s peppered with scars, is silky smooth and you have to stop yourself from running your thumb over his skin. You knew this was purely a platonic situation and you begin to tell yourself your boss would never see you that way. He’s your boss after all and more importantly, the King of New York.

 Bucky takes you to a different private room this time, it’s much smaller than the usual one, the table only meant for four to six people rather than the usual twelve seater you’re used to seeing. Clint pokes his head in and Bucky asks him to grab you both some drinks. “Our usual room is having a sweep, gotta make sure there’s no more bugs in there.” Bucky felt the need to clarify his decision of taking you to a different room. “What did you do with your client?” You ask, pulling out the chair opposite him, but before you can sit down, Bucky pats the seat next to him, insisting you sit beside him. “Drax took him to lock up.” He replied simply as he got up and pulled your seat out for you, which was normally Steve’s job. “Someone else will take care of him, if that’s what you’re wondering. I tend not to partake in getting my hands dirty with that sort of stuff, got bigger things to worry about.” Bucky explains, shooting his signature smirk at you that has you melting next to him. “But, I’d like to reward you for your excellent observational skills today.” Bucky says almost teasingly and you begin to wonder what on earth he has in store for you. “You stopped some important information from being leaked, I owe you.” Bucky grins. “Tell me what you want, it can be anything sweetheart.” And there it is, the way he tilts his head forwards and lifts his gaze to captivate you turns you to mush as every thought and feeling exits your brain. You start to feel awkward when you realise you’ve been staring right at him completely silent and looking flustered for far too long and you turn away, trying to hide your blush. “No, no, that won’t be necessary, but thank you.” You squeak out. “Don’t be modest, doll. You deserve something, anything, name your price.” He chuckles to himself, leaning on the table and trying to get your eye contact again. “Please?” He says quietly, his voice gravelly and deep as his hand trails up your arm. Letting a slightly shaky breath exit through your lips, you gain the courage to look him in the eyes again. God he knew exactly how to get through to you. “How about I list some things off, since it’s so hard for you to think of anything, hm?” He suggests, leaning a bit closer to you. Just as you’re about to say something, the door opens and Clint strides to the table with two drinks before leaving the two of you alone again. “Clint isn’t a very good waiter.” Bucky scoffs playfully. “He’s not as graceful as you.” He gently takes a strand of your hair and twirls it in his fingers. You are wrapped well and truly around his little finger and he knows it. “Or as beautiful as you.” He continues to list off, moving even closer to you.

 You can feel his warm breath fanning against your face now and your heart quickens as you notice just how close he is. “Maybe I can offer you more money?” Bucky suggests. You shake your head, eyes locked onto his. “A car?” He tries again, resting his hand on your upper thigh, gently gripping it. You shook your head again, completely captivated by him. He hummed and narrowed his eyes playfully. “How about…” He drawls, giving you his lopsided smile. He moves in a little more, scraping his stubble against your soft cheek as he leans in to whisper in your ear. “A date?” You feel yourself burn bright red and when you don’t respond, he retracts just enough to see your face and he cocks his head to side, signalling you to react. You choose not to trust your voice and you nod at his suggestion. He hums in satisfaction as his smirk graces his lips again, the deep rumbling noise of his reaction sent waves of excitement through you when you realise you’re almost pressed up against him. Taking in a shaky breath, you feel his hand slowly trail up to your waist and he holds you gently at first, before pulling you flush against him. You put your hands on his chest to support yourself and he looks down at you with that smouldering face you’ve only seen him put on for you. “Let me take you out tomorrow for lunch, how about that, doll?” Bucky speaks softly and quietly but the roughness of his voice still makes it through in a deep rumble. “I’d like that.” You finally manage to get out, somewhat breathlessly. “I’ll pick you up at twelve, wear something real fancy.” Bucky tells you before leaning in and planting a delicate kiss on your cheek. “Drink up, sugar. Clint will take you home after this, alright?” He swiftly changes the subject, smirking at you as he studies your face, enjoying how he’s visibly affected you.

 As soon as you get home and practically stumble into your apartment, you collapse onto your sofa and began to wonder how the hell that just happened. Bucky Barnes had just asked you on a date. Bucky Barnes. Maybe your day wasn’t so bad after all.

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Good lord, mobster Bucky makes me weak.

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Falling For Crime 3

A/N: this was supposed to post yesterday, but I appearently don’t know how to use tumblr. Instead of queuing for Wednesday, I set it for Sunday... my bad. Anywho, Steve’s back and he’s more tantalizing than ever. Wink wink. Now, I know somebody of you’re are wanting more Bucky, but you have to wait. The build up Is in full swing, and we are just getting started. So just be patient and bear 🐻, lol, with me here, it will be oh so worth it. Anywho,  Enjoy my dearies. Tag list Is Open, so never miss a post!

Steve Rogers x Reader x Bucky Barnes

Warnings: um, it’s a mob fic? Lustfullness. Gasp. 

Word count: 2.5k

It’s the roaring 20s with a modern twist, in New York City. You have just arrived on the New York scene, and  have caught the eye of notorious mob boss Steve Rogers. Little does he know, your heart his pining for his best friend and right hand man, Bucky Barnes. Do you put yours and Buckys life in danger to follow your heart, or do you let the Most powerful man in New York claim his prize?  

Part 1 / Part 2 

 Your head was pounding, as if a toy wooden hammer was being tapped again your head repeatedly. Trying to open your eyes made it worse, tenfold. Groggily, you lifted your heavy head from the soft down pillow. As you sat up, your stomach burned, bile slowly rising in your throat. Dashing to the bathroom, head hanging into the wastebin, you vowed to never drink again. after all, drinking was prohibited.

You spent the majority of your morning lounging around, feeing like death. By the afternoon, you felt a tad more human, and decided that I nice long soak would do you some good. As you ran the bath, watching it fill with steaming hot water, you washed off smudged eyeliner and the remnants of last nights night out, off your face.

You sank deep into the rose water bath, as Leadbelly played on the Victrola in the background. You hummed along, as the warmth seeped into your body. Legs crossed, your feet dangling on the edge of the tub, you hummed along with the melody.

A loud knock at the door, startled you. As you your legs slipped, your head hitting the tub before greeting the water. Water had spilled in every direction. You hurriedly made your way out of the tub, wrapping your dripping naked flesh, in a plush towel.

Another knock at the door. This time it seemed more urgent, less spaced out knocks.

“Just a moment please!” You yelled in the direction of the door, as you dashed around the room, to make yourself decent. Throwing on your favorite lavender silk slip, you tided your satin robe over top. Your wet hair, clung to the back of your neck, dampening the collar of your robe. Out of breath, and disheveled, you answered the door.

Where you expected a bellhop, A tall handsome figure stood before you. It was Steve.You felt your face flush. You were fresh out of the bath, only draped in robe, hair askew, and looking like death. Perfect. This was just prefect.

“Steve...” your eyes dropped to the floor. Just looking at him made your stomach flutter. He leaned his toned body against the door frame.

“Just checking in on you doll. You were pretty tossed last night.”

“I’m fine. Just a little sickly, and genuinely, this time!”

His hand gripped your chin, as he checked over your face. You could feel yourself beginning to blush, as your body ran hot, at his touch. A wide smile spread across his lips, flashing those miraculous perfect white teeth. Stepping away from the door, he returned with a rolling cart, topped with a silver serving cover.

“Eat doll. It will help. I’ve got to split. But eat. You’ll thank me later.” With a wink, he was closing the door behind him.

You collapsed onto the ottoman that sat in front of your bed. Pulling the try to you, you removed the lid to reveal a burger and fries, and a slice of Devils food cake. The first bite of fries made your stomach sing. He was right, it did help. A lot.

Louise finally answered your phone call, on Tuesday afternoon. She agreed to meet for lunch at the knickerbocker hotel at noon. You took your time preparing yourself for the day. As you fiddled with your hair, indecisive of how to style it, you thought back to your phone call with your sister. When she spoke, her voice was off... she seemed... nervous and a bit tense. It made you a tad nervous for your sister luncheon.

As your car rolled up to the hotel, you stepped out of the car, realizing you’d worn the wrong shoes. A thick layer of snow covered the sidewalk, crunching beneath your heels.

Once inside the hotel, you spotted your sister standing just in front of the restaurant entrance. Peeling your coat from your body, you slung it over your arm as you made your way toward her. You greeted one another with a hug.

“Shall we go in?” You nodded, as you followed your sister into the restaurant. Once you were seated at your table,  drinks ordered, you finally let yourself relax.

“Thanks you for finally talking to me again.”

“I’m sorry I freaked out like I did. I was just, really worried about you. I’m so glad to see you’re okay.” Your sister looked down, clearing her throat, before continuing. “So... how was it?”

“It was actually kind of fun. I met some new people and...” your lowered your voice into a lull of a whisper. “I even had booze!” You laughed devilishly, as you relived the nights festivities in your mind.

“Y/N! What were you thinking?”

“We’re only young once LouLou. Might well have a little fun.”

Louise shook her head as she rolled her eyes at you.

“I actually called you out today to have a serious talk y/N. After having a talk with father, we believe it’s in your best interest to find a husband that’s not a criminal.”

“Louise, you can’t be serious?”

“I am perfectly serious Y/N. You can’t keep roaming the streets of New York unwed. And our father can’t continue to support you financially here forever. It’s about time you grew up.”

Your jaw dropped. This was a whole new side to Louise. She’d always been bossy, yes, after all she was the older sister, but this... this was a whole new level for her.

“I don’t know what to say...”

“I’ve arrange for you to have dinner tonight, at the ritz, with a friend of Walt’s. His name is Robert Jefferson, and he has a good reputation around here. Walt and I have put our neck on the line for you here, so I expect you to be on your best behavior.”

The look on Louise face was pure seriousness. As much as you wanted to defy her, you didn’t want her anymore upset with you. Although, you didn’t always see eye to eye, you knew she had your best interest at heart.

“Alright. Alright. You win Louise.” Much to your dismay, you agreed to the evening dinner.

The rest of lunch with Louise was awkward and tense. You both exchanged casual conversation, she asked how you liked New York, you asked about her home life, Walt’s job, but nothing truly meaningful to either of you. You felt relived when you slid into the back seat of the car. Laying your head back against the seat, you let out a deep sigh. You just wanted a nap, and a stiff drink.

Staring at a closest full of dresses, you didn’t know what to wear. How is it, that whenever you have a place to be, you never have anything to wear? You didn’t know anything about this man. Was he conservative? A man who liked classic women roles? Was women in pants too progressive for him? Ugh. You didn’t want to made a bad first impression, your sister and Walt did go through a lot to get you this date, even if you didn’t ask for nor want it.

You decided to play it safe, and settled on a long sleeve navy blue silk jersey dress. You kept your makeup simple and tasteful.

Stepping out of the elevator, you made your way toward the doors, but not before you spotted a man in a dark suit. A hat covered his usually dark disheveled hair. You stopped in front of him, as he folded the news paper he had been reading, laying it down beside him.

“What are you doing here Bucky? Spying on me?”

“Boss heard you had a date with someone that wasn’t him. Sent me to keep an eye on the situation.”  

“How did he... nevermind. I forgot you gentlemen are perfect stalkers. Tell him that bud out of my affairs. This date is important, and I don’t need you or him messing it up, okay?”

A devilish smirk spread across his lips. It was the first time you’d ever seen him smile, and it was intoxicating.

“You really are a feisty one, aren’t you now Miss Y/L/N.”

As he rose from his seat, this tall frame looking down on you, you gulped, taking a step back.

“I... I have to go. Please don’t follow me.”

You hurried your way out of the hotel, knowing full well he was going to listen to you.

The snow that coated the city sidewalks  had been shoveled away, leaving thin patches of snow and ice. In your rushes state, you hadn’t taken into account the conditions you were entering, as your left foot slipped from under you, sending you hurling toward the snowy side walk. Where you expected hard ground, you were met with strong arms , that were wrapped tightly around you. Bucky. His face was close to yours, his lips just inches from yours, so close could feel his hot breath dancing over your lips.

The fleeting feeling of his arm, as he pulled away from you, made your heart sink. You felt safe In his arms, a feeling like you’d never felt before.

“I.. uh.. thank you. That could have been a disaster.”

“You better be more careful Miss Y/L/N. I won’t always be here to catch you.”

“ I thought you were my professional stalker?”

“You better get going, don’t want you missing that important engagement of yours.”

helping you into the car, you held onto his hand longer than you should have. Your cheeks began to blush as he cleared his throat, looking down to you hand, as your fingers were still wrapped his. Letting go quickly, you scooted further into the car, to attempt to hide your embarrassment.

“See you around Miss. Y/L/N”

“Please, call me Y/N.”

He gave a send off signal to your driver, who put the car into drive, sending you on your way to a date you weren’t looking Forward too.

Robert was casually handsome, but rather boring. He drawled on for ages about his business in the banking world.

“It’s rather fascinating really. You wouldn’t think being a banker  would be so rewarding, but it truly is.” He said between bites.

“It does sound interesting.” You replied with false enthusiasm.

“Walt has told me quite a bit about you. Now that we’ve finally met, you really are quite charming.”

“Why thank you Robert. You’re too kind.”

The dinner seemed to drawl on for ages. You were so uninterested in the whole ordeal, that you opted out of dessert, in hopes of ending it sooner. Robert walked you to your car, as snow fell on the dimly lit city.

“Thank you for dinner Robert. It was delicious.”

You held out your hand to give him a thank you handshake. He cupped your bare hand in his both his hands, giving it a tight squeeze.

“Thank you Miss Y/L/N, for joining me tonight, I had a lovely evening.” You give him your best smile, as he planted a quick kiss on your cheek, catching you off guard.  

“I should go. Thanks again Robert. Enjoy the rest of your evening.” You slid into that backseat of the car, giving a final wave as your driver took off into the night.

Yawning, you made your way into the hotel lobby, drowsy from such an uneventful date, you hadn’t even noticed the man leaning against the wall near the elevator.

“You’re just going to ignore me like that doll?” You were startled, nearly dropping your clutch.

“Jesus Steve! Scare a lady, why don’t yah.”

His chuckle was music to your ears, as he leaned closer into your personal space.

“You should be more observant doll. I’ve been waiting here awhile.”

“What? Why?”

“Just checking in you doll. How was your date?”

“Terribly uncomfortable, and boring, to be quite honest.”

“If you only went out with me doll, you wouldn’t have to suffer.”  

He was incredibly close to you know, hips brushing against your waist as his thumb stroked your cheek. He took your breath away.

“I-“

“You know I’m right doll.”

His lips brushing against yours made your head spin.

“Steve, we can’t-“

“Now doll, you know we can.”

When his lips hit yours, your entire body shivered with lust.. Each kiss was filled with a passionate heat, his soft lips tantalizing you to be his, a flick of his tongue beckoning you to open up to him. As you opened your mouth to him, You becoming completely lost in him. His mouth tasted like the sweets you always craved, and you couldn’t get enough. Every kiss becoming more ravenous, as his fingers entangled in your hair. Your arms instinctively wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer into you. You never wanted to let him go.

When he pulled away, your head was fuzzy. You had forgotten how to breath.

“Steve...”

“Y/N...” he was out of breath, as he whispered your name. It was the first time he’d ever used your first name, and so intimately. What was he going to you?

“You should probably go, before I lose control.”

His beautiful blue eyes were swimming with lust, desire. And you felt the same. You didn’t want to  go upstairs. Your curiosity was getting the best of you, yet again.

“I don’t want to go...”

his left arm rested above your shoulder, his body hovered over yours, as he leaned on the wall to support his weight. His lips rest fractions of an inch from yours. The heat of his breath grazing your already swollen lips. He swept his thumb over the length of your lower lip, making your breath catch in your throat.

“I’ll be a gentleman tonight doll.”

With that enthralling smirk you liked so much, he took a few steps back from you, placing his suit jacket over his arms. Flutters rose in your chest, as you watched him leave the hotel.

What the hell just happened?

Sitting in front of your vanity, you stared at the face of a woman you weren’t sure you knew. You had just shared a kiss... an extremely passionate kiss, a lustful kiss, with the most dangerous man in New York City... and you liked it.

The lipstick you had worn that night was smudged in every which direction, as you examined your freshly kissed lips. Swollen and red, they were sensitive to the touch, as you traced over them with your finger tips. You’d finally had your first kiss, and it was more than you’d ever anticipated. You we’re hungry for more.

Washing away the makeup from your face, you felt the lust from the evening beginning to fleet away, as rational thought returned to your clouded mind. Panic began to ensue, as you thought of what was at stake here. Your freedom was one step closer to being null and void. God, if your father ever caught wind that you were kissing hardened criminals in the lobby, you were done for. But behind all of that panic, all of that worry, you were beginning to realize, you loved the brush with danger, and you wanted more…

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I posted a very odd little thing for Mobster!AU yesterday that woke me up two days ago and I had to write it.

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