#Mob! Sam

[on-the-clear-blue]

Down in the streets of Gotham, in the side alley next to Express Urgent Care run by one Leslie Thompkins and that was funded by the Martha Wayne Foundation was a soup kitchen.

Well...a soup kitchen of sorts. Not in any way official but if you were hungry in Crime alley you knew that the food would be safe and warm...and it was a place where *you* could be safe and warm.

Danny had left a week after his parents found out that he was Phantom, a week after he had seen their grief, the regret and pain in their eyes. The week had been spent in suspense, he knew that they needed to talk about what had happened but neither of his parents were ever able to even start bringing it up before they were sobbing.

Danny knew his parents loved him, thst his father felt soul crushing guilt, that his mother spent hours staring at herself in the mirror, as if she didn't even know who was looking back at her.

And to spare them both, Danny left.

It wasn't hard to do, not when he could turn invisible and phase through walls, a final text to Sam and Tucker to say his good byes (he knew that they would break and tell his parents where he would be going) and a particularly hard hug to leave from Jazz, Danny flew off with only a back pack.

He had traveled across the US for a few months, occasionally snagging a post card from a super store to send off home, paying only when he had the excess funds (Sam's rants about mega rich corporate billionaires let him know just which stores wouldn't miss the few bucks the cards sold for)

He had met up with Dani a few times, when she was in the country, handing him Vlads credit card and telling him to keep it (though he never did) only ever using it to book a room for a few nights at a hotel to clean himself up and sleep in a real bed.

He settled in Gotham after a while, he had briefly stayed in Faucett but that place didn't have nearly enough ecto for him to live comfortably.

Gotham on the other hand? It had everything, cops that don't question why a teen is on the streets, natural ecto up the wazoo and well...a crime rate that would dissuade his parents ever looking for him there.

He had set up a more permanent shelter in an abandoned apartment building (after chasing out the low level drug dealers that were using it) and found that he kinda liked the vibes of the place under the blatant crimes being committed in broad day light.

Sure people could see you getting mugged and look the other way, but if you were still alive and there 5 minutes later, they would come back, hand you something to clean up your now bloody nose and point out the bodega that had the best sandwiches.

It was a sense of community that Danny didn't know he had missed for the many months he traveled.

His first "cook out" wasn't even supposed to be a cook out, his apartment building was mostly wood and he didn't trust himself to not burn it down, so he came outside, setting up a portable stove and setting up a pot filled with some, water to boil up a soup mix.

As he waited for it to come to temp, he saw the group of homeless rubbing their hands together, watching him with curiosity, though that quickly turned to hunger as the smell of the soup spilled out into the alley.

Instead of turning the others away Danny only shrugged, pulled out his spare paper bowls and handed them out, taking a few bites first to show that it was safe to eat.

What followed was a sort of tradition, Danny would come out a few times a day, take out his hot plate and pot and set up a soup, others started asking if they could pitch in, and well...Danny would have loved to keep providing it freely but his food was quickly dwindling.

So his soup got add in, some jerky that Crazy Tom had got tossed in, a few herbs (re:weeds) were added in by Miss O'Connor, and Danny didn't even know where Lady Dimond pulled out some spices from, but he wasn't about to question the her, he had learned never to question where the working girls hid their things.

And it sort of grew from there, who ever was around came by, some came out of their way to share a meal, but it became a meeting place of sorts "Come by the Kitchen at noon, Tom got his hands on some steak! And it ain't even smells bad!"

Sure gangs tried to pull up on the meeting place, tried to intimidate the people there or coerce them into doing something...well that was until the host, some punk teen with hair darker than black and blue eyes that were so light they were white came up, and dished out a heavy handed fist into their jaws and sent them packing.

And so the Kitchen became a safe space, if you were hungry, if you were in danger, come by the little alley way, right next to the Express Urgent Care, the Host will take care of you there, if your willing to share, to stay peaceful with the rest of the gathered people, then you were welcome to grab a bite and relax, because the Kitchen was always safe.

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It would be a few years since the Kitchen started, since people had brought chairs and tables, since an old grill of questionable origin was left out side it, since tarps with only a few holes were hung up to keep the place dry when it rained, since rugs covered the ground and the the alley it was in was swept clean of any needles or cigarette butts.

But for one boy it had only been a few short days since his Mama died, since he had found her cold and dead in the bathroom, a belt tied around her arm and a needle still in her hand.

Jason was miserable, he had stayed with her for the a single day before he knew he would have to leave, the body of his mother would start to decompose soon, so he did what he had too, calling the police with his mother's phone that didn't have a lot of minutes left on it, telling them the address before hanging up and leaving it there so he couldn't be tracked.

He couldn't be there when the cops showed up, foster care would do shit for him, and at least his Mama would be buried, and not left to rot in their bath tub.

So a young Jason Todd, scared, alone and hungry came to the Kitchen, as his mother had told him to many times before, had told him to seek out it's Host if anything ever happened to her...and well...at the very least he would get something to eat...

[moviegremlin]

If I had a flash mob telling me I only had one shot and my outcome decided how they danced I think that would really have an effect on me

[where-is-the-sam-standee]

The Sam standee is in Honeido Tunnel from Mob Psycho 100!

[lightningonatether]

awesamdrittens. dont worry too hard about how those happened

[yaoiwars]

YAOI WARS COMIC #1: LEON GOES TO WORK

[wandagcre]

Thinking about how Mob Moss!Sam would react if the reader asked for a divorce

"I want a divorce," your voice cracks, unwilling to look at sam's reaction.

it's more than enough to mob!boss sam's attention over you. whatever she was doing ��� consider it done and unfinished. she takes a good look at you, her brown eyes piercing on you, never blinking. it's hard to swallow all of the sudden with the thick tension you created.

all you can do is thank that you knew better; to not bring it up while sam was cutting up vegetables in the kitchen or while she was downstairs, throwing punches on the punching bag. you knew she wouldn't hurt you, but the aggressiveness scares you.

if it was a prank:

"is this some kind of joke? i know you have a knack for childish stunts, but that's a really, really, bad one mi amor," sam runs her fingers through her hair. she has a tight smile on, but you could tell its insincerity, a product of her rare nervousness.

you can't take it any longer with your joke. you can't even imagine a life without sam in it — how the woman would completely lose her mind.

"o-of course it is," you let out the breathe you've been holding. your figure relaxes a little, immediately regret ran through your body for pulling this prank. "can't help it. i wanted to see what your reaction would be."

meanwhile, sam was relieved too. she didn't want to be rough with you in a cruel way. you didn't know the scenarios that ran through her mind, all just to keep you. she continues to dress for the day, simply humming in response.

"don't do that again. next time, formulate it in a question, not in a statement." sam coldly looks at you pointedly through the mirror's reflection, internally scoffing at your kicked puppy look.

you easily nod in agreement. "understood."

if it was a genuine proposal:

your lips quiver, "no. it isn't. i'm completely serious about this, sam."

sam remained looking neutral. she continues to button her dress shirt and the silence was eerie. it put you in immediate discomfort, even analyzing her features was futile — no slight twitching, no smile, no nothing. it was like business mode for her. you knew it, so familiar with her gatherings within her inner circle at one of her estates.

then, all of the sudden she scoffs and laughs softly. uncanny for the statement you just uttered. now it had you looking over sam, albeit with reasonable fear.

she sauntered over your way, creasing her ironed trousers as she kneels before you and holding your hand.

"i'd like to see you try, (y/n)." sam grinned, as though it was a challenge. "you... are not only a valuable asset, amor, but you're an extension of what makes me. it wasn't a choice whether you married me on paper or not, you're bound to me—for me—either way." sam chuckled, her palm softly patting on your cheek.

you're frozen and taken aback by her words.

perhaps you should have known that sam would do everything just to keep you in the same place as she were. the illusion of letting you escape is hilarious enough for her.

[missmarveledsblog]

Once in a lifetime kinda deal (Mafia!Bucky Barnes x reader)

Part one: Father dearest what ?

Summary: When the daughter of Tony Stark is in an arranged marriage with her bodyguard's best friend. Another mafia boss James Barnes the two find themselves liking the arrangement more than expected although the life of a mafia boss is never smooth sailing

Warnings: strong language , fast burn , goofy, Tony starks sarcasm , readers sarcastic ass , mafia au , age gap (legal reader 24 , buckys 40s )

To say it was awkward was probably an understatement, what was supposed to be a regular job suddenly went tits up and in a fast way hell she was only doing the job to pay for college . She, as well as three  of her coworkers, sat in some kitchen while watching the rain outside poured down , kids long gone while they waited to be paid . Being fairies for kids parties was fun most times, while other times not so fun especially with some creep of a  dad  was slipping numbers in the straps of their dresses  with a slimy wink was definitely a downside. Another was the owner gave them alcohol while they waited and now she sat with three drunk fairies . didn’t help when they did leave , they could barely stand so she was the one to apologize  only for the father to slip his number and ask her to work his club sometime.  With a a polite rejection ,  she went out to the car , lucky for her it was her uncle to collect them .

“ Hey, have fun girls” he chuckled.

“ they sure did happy ” she rolled her eyes .

“ bad one huh?” he asked.

“ well other than creepy dads and spoiled kids it was a great one” she huffed pullin a sweatshirt over herself.

“ Come on, we get food in them,” he laughed. She ignored their slurred chats with her uncle knowing he was being his gentleman self to make sure they ate  before getting them home.

“ Why do you do this?” Maya slurred.

“ because I want to pay for my own college” she shrugged.

“ but your dad’s one of the richest dudes, and you got hot uncles , happy abd the adonis” Maya whined.

“ Probably because of their gangsters,” Kelly whispered .  She just rolled her eyes knowing they were dying to say it and now with the bravery of the alcohol .

“ ok girls we're here” he called opening the door seeing it was one of the many places her dad was the owner of  pulling off the sweatshirt she ran into the restaurant getting out of the rain .

“ you ok” her uncle asked again .

“i’m fine least they said it instead of tip-toeing” she laughed as the two walked in.

“ no alcohol for them” he called as the waiter walked over to the table as the girl collectively whine. “ i’ll see if your dad’s here” he smiled before leaving her to the other drunk fairies.

“ this place is insane” the girls  giggled and snorted .

“ yeah it’s something” she hummed wishing she went home instead .

“ what can i get you ladies” the waiter eyed them up sleazy grin on his face.

“ some burgers and fries please” she smiled but the man look at her like she asked for his social security and pay check in one.

“ we don’t do that here the denny’s down the road might be more your pace” he scoffed.

“ i always have cheese burgers here and don’t assume from how were dressed ..” .

“ that your strippers trying to eat and run” he snickered.

“ hey her daddy runs this place” kelly stood swaying slightly.

“ sugar daddies don’t count” he rolled his eyes . “ look girls i’m not missing out on actual customers so ..”  He was cut off by the sound of a clearing of a throat.

“ Mr. Rogers,” he gasped.

“ hey stevie happy’s gone see if dad’s here” she smiled as the mans face paled.

“ hey pretty girl” sam walked up .

“ so burger and fries thank you” she turned to the waiter.

“ right away miss stark” he ran off .

“ wow that was so cool” kelly laughed.

“ girls have fun” sam winked making them giggle like school girls .

“ they did  i guess my dad is actually here” she nodded.

“ why am i seeing fairies” a voice called .

“ because pretty girl here works as one for parties duh” sam scoffed .

“ kids parties” she corrected .

“ we could change that for you guys” maya winked.

“ they could i still do kids parties” she laughed

.  “Damn shame” the mysterious stranger smirked .

“ so hows college going” steve asked playfully pushing the man at his side  .

“ kicking my ass but i love it” she smiled brightly.

“ princess  boss wants to see you” happy called .

“ oh great” she huffed .

“ Happy, can you watch them” she pleaded.

“ course i can '' he smiled  as she walked by as the men followed after.

“ so the boss rents out fairies now” the stranger asked.

“ only on Saturdays, '' she called back .

'' So what are  you a sugar baby? '' the stranger asked again .

“ bucky shut up, '' Steve hissed.

“ i’m better than a sugar baby” was all she said before the men nodded.

“ shit is that his wife” she could hear him whisper.

“ new guy shush” she laughed as they walked into the room .

“ my beautiful daughter everyone” she looked as her father stood and they followed .  “ Hey dad , it’s nice to meet you all” she smiled .

“ Are you still doing that kid party thing?” he asked.

“No, I dressed like this for fun” she rolled her eyes .

“ its cute kid, '' Rhodey laughed.

'' Come on sit, happy's gonna bring your friends home” her father smiled, almost too friendly for her liking .

“ what’s going on? '' she whispered to Natasha Romanoff, one of her fathers favorite co-workers, giving the woman's looks and abilities to get a job done quick and easy and her mothers sister.

“ i’m sorry” was all she said .

“  so you're all here for the partly all of you men have been selected for a reason  , one of you is a suitable suitor for my dearest Y/N  here” she heard the words as clear as day yet it wasn’t like she did at all . she knew it was coming. Most girls in this life were basically sold off  to strengthen the business side of things.

“ Wait tony think about this” rhodey almost spat his drink .

“ I did it’s time” he dismissed him instantly. “ Dad, may I speak to you privately?” she asked sweetly .

“ Of course pumpkin” he smiled as she led the way only for Bruce to open the door .

“ thanks banner” she smiled so forcefully . Once the door was closed she wanted to throw something at her father .

“ What the hell  did you fall and hit your head ? “ was all she could say .

“ Look  I get i blindsided you but it’s all your choice ok , kid people need to know i run tight ship and you're part of that ship” he sighed.

“ What else aren’t you telling me” she looked at him.

“ well it’s peter , he fucked up big time lost a big a shipment” he explained .

“ that why you don’t let kids fucking do this” . “ I know but now I need you to do this for me , I'll make sure you still stay in college and all that good stuff, “ he pleaded .

“ I pick the suitor if I don't like them, it doesn't happen” she said knowing it was only the way she could gain control of the situation .

“done ,  there’s a dress there pep pick it out after she threw a vase at my head” he rubbed the back of his neck.

“ of all my stepmothers she’s my favorite” she smiled sadly knowing why the woman wasn’t here .

“ I'll let you change,” he smiled brightly .

“ kind of you” she scoffed  .

“ Kid it’s either that or Peter pays” he sighed. “ Why do you think i’m doing it ? cause it not for you ” she growled, pulling the dress out .

Steve sat looking around the room pissed off wondering how Tony could do this and by looking at her face she wasn’t expecting it, another thing he knew it was for real . she couldn’t go with any of these men , all animals in their own way especially how Rumlow  was looking at her. That was only telling he would put on the charm but they all knew how he really treated the women in his life , hell the last one found the bottom of a lake more appealing .  He could feel Sam stiffen up as well knowing he and many of the Avengers gang  didn’t like this. They loved Y/N  like a sister or niece and this wasn’t what they wanted for her.  Then like a lightbulb went off in his head he looked to his best friend beside him , He was his own man  nearly  up there with the Starks and he didn’t miss how Bucky froze a little in his spot when he met the stark girl .

“ I need to pull in that favor,” steve whispered.

“ which favor punk” bucky looked around the table he didn’t want her to go with these men they were cruel bastards .

“ when i saved your life , I need you to save another” he whispered.

“ is that why you brought me here?” he arched his brow.

“ no but i mean it works out better this way , come on we can work out details doesn’t need to be a real wedding” steve pleaded.

“ hey I'll cash in my favor too” sam caught on to what they were talking about .

“ Fine, I'll put myself forward as a suitor , she really means this much to you both” he asked as the men nodded.

“ she helped my sister out of a real bad situation , look a girl like her shouldn’t have to do this she a saint amongst sinners” sam sighed.

“ Plus you get in with starks like you want,” Steve added.

“ I'm rethinking that” he shook his head.

“ plus i saw your eyes when you looked at her,” Steve smirked.

“ you need your eyes checked punk” bucky smiled although his best friend wasn’t lying but he felt bad for his lie .

“ Now she agreed gentlemen so let's just have a meal then we can talk another time '' Tony announced taking his seats ignoring the glares from his own men and nat . 

“ What's the deal with it all?” Rumlow smiled.

“ She picks the suitor, it's her choice and her rules” Tony  took his wine . “ If you don't like it, there's the door,” he added.

“ she ok” nat asked.

“ yeah she just changing out of her fairy thing” tony shrugged.

“ i’ll go check on her” nat smiled hand squeezing tony’s shoulder a little harder making the man smile through gritted teeth.

“ malyshka” she asked, coming further into the office.

“ down here” she called laying on the floor.

“ If you want, we can run now. I'll get Bruce to get the car ready” she looked down .

“ And then how will you adopt then?” she looked up at the redhead.

“ doesn’t matter ,  I promised my sister i wouldn’t let you get sold off like she did”she shook her head.

“ my dad isn’t like drekov he’ll let me choose” she smiled sadly.

“ he is a little but look we can go when your ready” the red head mused.

“ i’m doing it nat peter in trouble  my dad’s fault for trusting a kid to do something so big but he’s my brother i have to ” she sighed .

“ well then i’m making sure whoever it is will know the widows will be watching”.

“ i’ve no doubt they will , how is yelena” she asked standing pulling the dress over her head .

“ well lucky she not here is all i can say” she laughed dryly.

“ look i’ll be fine i can take care of myself thanks to you” she winked pulling the black dress over her head .

“ ok he so lied about pepper picking this” she scoffed as the black body con hugged every part of her body .

“ the one she picked out was down to your ankle” nat laughed.

“ hey hand me his jacket there” she called  as she pulled the silver belt off her fairy costume.  Pulling her fathers coat over her it covered her to extent , she look classier then the first choice that was for sure as she pulled the belt around her .

  “ nice job” nat eye appraisingly rake over the impromptu change of attire.

“ well lets do this”she smiled .

“ what are you planning” nat quirked her brow.

“ nothing at all” she smirked as the widow snorted.

He couldn’t believe he was even doing this , he stood in front of tony stark telling him , he was interested in being put into the pool of suitors .

“ I'm surprised I thought you didn't marry barnes” tony asked.

“ a man can change” he shrugged yet their was secret look between the men .

“ i mean business wise he would be the best choice” steve interjected .

“ he’s not wrong but it’s not my choice so i’ll you in” tony nodded .

“ Thanks” he went to walk back to his seat, two men sharing almost a secret exchange .

“ Sit  here , you move” he said as the walker got up .

“ Sir, I could take care of her,” John began.

“ move” tony repeated.  The door swung open and the room went completely quiet  all eyes on her  even though Bucky couldn’t tear his eyes away . She looked like a model or angel or both. He wasn't sure yet only to hear a chuckle from his best friend .

“ don’t mind me using your jacket dad, its a bit chilly ” she smiled sweetly but he could see her testing her father almost willing him to say something .

“ yeah it’s nice on you kid , sharon .. i mean pepper picked great” he smiled forcefully.

“ bingo”she smirking as his  eyes narrowed slightly .

“ You look like a great doll” bucky smiled. “Thank you … sorry i didn’t get your name” she held her hand out.

“ jame barnes but friends call me bucky '' he kissed her hand.

'' So sweets what was with the get up before '' Rumlow called.

“ I work as a fairy for kids' parties so I can pay for my own college fees” she smiled.

“ daddy can’t pay, ''he snorted.

'' Daddy could buy the whole college but I wanted to be independent in my own way, learning the world around you helps' ' she smiled sweetly yet her grip on the knife suggested otherwise. “ i mean most of the people put on a front for you guys it hard to read them but when you do what i do you find a lot more under the surface” she added. “ i like that , what do you do in college doll” bucky asked.

“ she is a business and law major” tony cut in actually sounding proud.

“ nah girls belong at home this modern shit fills their heads with crap” rumlow laughed. “ i think it’s great y/n’s smart as hell” steve smiled proudly.

“ i agree with rogers” clint winked .

“ good thing im a women and not a girl then “

“ so doll what’s the fairy business like” bucky smiled.

“ kids are great well sometimes it’s the parents that suck , i mean i think the dad today thought he was getting lucky getting the girls drunk but happy came and got us” she nodded her grip relaxing on the knife.

“ speaking of happy informed me they got back safe” her father smiled.

“ good lets eat i’m starving” she called as the same waiter from before came in hands shaking as he placed the food down .

“ would you like anything else ma’am” he asked a tremble in his voice.

“ nah we’re good thank you” .

“ what was that about” her father asked.

“ nothing misunderstanding” she shrugged.

“ exactly i learned my lesson sir” he squeaked as she nodded. “ fine go” he wave his hand. 

“глупый идиот

(silly idiot)”she giggled as nat laughed.

“он безобидная кукла

(he’s harmless doll)” bucky smirked.

“ stop talking russian darling it’s rude” her father hissed.

“ you don’t speak it , none of you?” she asked as they all shook their heads.   She looked down at her phone to see message from steve “ lift home with me” . she gave him a quick nod before turning her head to listen to the stupid stories of the men around her. It was an hours later most of the men starting to slur words and braver with their words and praises making her uncomfortable even her father could see it.

“ time for you to go” he clapped his hand.

“ i’ll take her i haven’t drank “ steve stood . “great thanks rogers entertainments coming anyways” tony smirked as the women walked in half dressed in next to nothing .

“ now the real show is here” rumlow smirked . “ i’m going to head off too” bucky stood just as a woman went to sit on his lap .

“ let me walk you out”her father smiled .   she only glared at her father seeing the rest of the so call entertainment walking by .

“ don’t get any of these pregnant pepper wouldn’t be happy” she scoffed .

“ pepper is coming too” he rolled his eyes.

“  ok was nice meeting you bucky” she said shaking the mans hand before heading out to the car barely looking at her father .

“ i’ll see you later” steve nodded before he followed.

“ you passed test one barnes” was all tony said before walking back into the room as they all cheered. 

She sat in the car looking down at her hands the brave front breaking  once she was out of her fathers presence.

“ look i didn’t know that was happening i would of warned you” he said just as the car opened and the two men  getting in .

“ i know stevie” she smiled wiping her eyes. “ we have a plan  one everyone’s happy with” he said .

“ wait i’m getting in “ a voice called

“ natalia” bucky nodded.

“ ok as i was saying  you still need to marry someone but this way your safe and well yeah” he said .

“ whats the plan” she sniffled as nat took her hand knowing she was being too strong.

“ you pick bucky” sam smirked.

“ you’ll get your own room in my place , continue college all you need to do is come to events and stuff with me” he smiled softly.

“ why you helping” nat asked.

“ because these punks begged me and i hate the whole marriage business thing” he sighed.

“ so whats the catch” she asked.

“ none , having a wife and part of your dads business helps me and well you don’t end up a slave for those assholes in there” he explained.

“ steve how much do you trust his word” she asked.

“ with my life it’s why i suggested it” steve promised.

“ sam?” .

“ same as steve , look pretty girl its bucky or Rumlow” sam sighed.

“ i’ll text my father” she nodded. “ leave it till tomorrow ,make it look like its not a plan” bucky nodded.

“ well  boys for this you got the trust and business with the widows” nat smiled .

“ another thing  you have to let me pay for your college” bucky added.

“ i like my job” she lied.

“ i mean if you wanna be fairy you can but i pay for your college” he shook his head.

“ oh i got invited to breakfast at yours so i guess i’ll see you in the morning too” he winked . nat watched the two before she smiled looking at steve in the mirror two sharing a knowing smirk of what would unfold.

“ no mistresses in the house if you do that do it in hotel” she added.

“ i don’t do mistresses doll” he said she almost believed him .

“  you gave up the whole playboy thing right?” nat asked making the girl beside her head spin .

“ i did  got sick of the show , you done your research romanoff” he chuckled.

“ i make sure my niece is  safe” she shrugged.

“ speaking of Yelena going to have tony’s balls for this” steve chuckled.

“ oh that’s a long line trust me” nat rolled her eyes.

“ So why are you agreeing to this?” Bucky asked.

“ You can tell him princess,” Steve nodded.

“ My little brother , well he is not actually my brother but he is , my dad took him in as a debt repayment when he was like two  , I was six  anyways my dad trusted him with a big job that well has us in this mess” she sighed. “ Wait parker? He like a child wait again how old are you” he asked.

“Twenty four  ” she shrugged.

“ oh great midlife crisis marriage” bucky sighed ignoring how good the sound of her giggles were to his ears.

“ well lucky the marriage is for show huh old man” she winked .

“ already busting my balls” he teased.

“ oh this is gonna be good” sam chuckled .

Once nat brought her up making sure she was ok , she sat looking around her room probably last she would see of it knowing her father would rush the union once decided. Stripping the remains of her clothes she sent her boss that she was leaving  the job.  Before she jumped into pair of shorts and sweatshirt on pulling out her textbooks  laying them all around the bed . steve and  sam all asking how she was so she sent them a selfie of her studying ,  she looked down to see an unknown number ringing.

“ you’ll get a bad back studying like that doll” she couldn’t help smile at the familiar voice. “ well mr barnes how in the word did you get my number” she chewed on the pen suddenly the words on the page were not as interesting .

“ i may of saw the selfie and felt left out” he teased .

“  steve?” she asked.

“ i asked your dad for your number too” she could hear his grin in the phone.

“ for a selfie of me in my dorky state” she laughed.

“ hey what can i say dorky chicks are needed” . “ well if that's it ,  i need to dork it out some more big test coming up” she giggled .

“ oh talk dirty for me baby” he joked his laugh taking over .

“ good night barnes” she snorted.

“ good night doll” he chuckled .  she could help the  flush to her cheeks  could she blame herself no  , not at all man was sex on legs and knew it.

“ Y/N” She could here the sadness in his voice.

“ hey petey come on” she called place  her phone down what she didn’t know was she hit the hang up  button .

“ m’sorry i got you dragged into this , maybe if i talk to dad i could sort it out  , i’ll work for whoever” he started pacing the room .

“ hey it’s ok look dad prick for even getting you to do such a big job , where was i when this was decided” she asked .

“ ballet classes or maybe away with the fairies” he teased .

“ ok funny boy look shit head i got it sorted well steve does so what i want you to do in return is be a kid not deal with this shit just to prove something to dad cause you don’t have to now like a good big sister i seen you got into MIT so if i do this you gotta do that for me” she hugged him unaware of the third party listening in on the phone.

“ please don’t tell me it’s rumlow” peter asked.

“ nah definitely not this guys nice and not just nice front but he seems like a good guy” she nodded.

“Good guys in the mob?” he arched his brow. “ hey their not all ass grabbing alcoholics” she winked making him chuckle.

“ you think dad would let me go MIT” he asked .

“ i’ll talk to him tomorrow at breakfast when you meet bucky”she smiled .

“ looking forward to it doll” the voice called. “ you know it rude to listen to a private conversations” she said as her face heated up . “ hey kid i’ll talk to your dad too bye doll” he called making her hang up and throw herself into her pillow.

“Was that him?” peter squeaked.

“ uh huh” her voice muffled .

“ whats got you smiling” steve walked in .

“ she really loves that kid huh?” bucky shook his head.

“ peter of course he’s good kid not made for this life , his folk owed money but couldn’t pay stark went to pay them a visit and well took the kid as payment mainly because they weren’t able to look after him cared more about drugs turns out that night the dad went on rampage snapped on the drugs and killed a bunch of people” steve shook his head.

“ did you know she did ballet” he asked .

“ course i did , drove her most her lessons makes her feel closer to her mom” he arched his brow but he wasn’t blind he could see it on his best friend already smitten .

“ is the big bad barnes crushing on his soon to be wife” steve teased.

“ nah just nice to see caring souls in this line of work is all” he shrugged.

“ So you are asking Stark for her number?”.

“  i asked stark to arrange it once she tells him yes its a done deal” bucky shrugged ignoring his friends looks .

“ you already asked” steves eye widened .

“ actually stark rang me and i asked him to arrange it after she says yes” he smirked.

“ you  think maybe you should tell her this or maybe everything else you failed to mention in the car” steve looked around the room knowing it wouldn’t be a secret for long.

“ look let's just get this breakfast over, I'll tell her tomorrow.” he sighed, making himself a drink .

“ you know i can read you like a book jerk '' Steve chuckled. “ hell even nat spotted it '' he added.

“ i don’t know what your talking about punk it’s just business' ' bucky winked .

'' oh that poor bastard, '' Steve chuckled as his friend walked out the room .

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I'm so normal about Everlasting Trio-

Based on the HC of Danny being a beacon for animals that are related/symbolise death or bad luck.

[sameore]

"The Remaining Piece (The Fourth Entity)".

And what if Doey the Doughman... was more than the three subjects used for an experiment?

So, here is a fanart of Doey! A character many might have found quite attaching with his friendliness.

And honestly, finding something original to draw (and write) about him has been quite... challenging! (Well, there are so many cute fanarts of him all over the Internet!)

Yet, I didn't want to just give a "mainstream" interpretation.

So I've spent awhile trying to elaborate my imagination, and interpretation over this character. 😆

Well, the fanart also turned out to be... somewhat spooky! ÔO But, isn't Poppy Playtime supposed to be a horror game, after all?

But first, here are three random facts:

1) I have to admit I used to think "dough" was pronounced "dahff" in English, till only recently! (Well, considering this isn't my first language, I guess there is still something to learn... :')

2) Ahh, yeah. This fandom definitely helped to move on from previous things that used to consume me mentally.

3) Uhh ohh, wait a minute. HIS HAT IS BLUE?! (Why have I been thinking of it as black...) Ôo

Buttanyway!

Writing this whole thing has taken awhile (to think and rethink). 🤯

Just think a major part of what you are about to read has been already written weeks before I started working on this fanart! (There have been times when I just found it "cringe" and wanted to delete a big part of it! But, I just ended up thinking it would be a waste if I did, so... here it is anyway)

*Disclaimer: This post contains trans related references and some nerdy stuff, so don't read the following text if you feel uncomfortable around this type of subjects. However, if you're interested, be my guest. (To read at your own discretion)

To begin with,

A fun fact about the "fourth entity" is that what inspired me was my new knowledge about… anglerfish! (Thanks, Facebook I guess!)

I'll let you check, if you're curious enough... but I just found this interesting scientifically speaking. It might seem somewhat "horrifying" from our human perspective, though. .-.

Well, while obviously (and thankfully) the context is quite different, I just kept the idea of the big creature living with tiny subjects incorporated into it.

But, one thing that remained unclear to me was if the humans' consciousness was actually still living inside of Doey… or if they were plainly dead and just a part of them were used?

(I might sound silly, but...as I was reading the fandom Wiki pages of the subjects used for the experiment, I was reading "deceased in 1993" when Doey was born. And it seriously confused me! 😅)

Well, I guess if you take a look at the three humanoid heads showing up after Doey transformed to chase the protagonist (aka "the player"), you might notice they looked pretty much similar (which technically would be strange if the subjects initially looked different, and weren’t even the same age to begin with), so… my guess would be that those heads may not have been part of their actual bodies, but just the phantom “embodiment” of the subjects’ personalities used to make Doey. Doey also seemed to keep their memories at a certain extent.

These bits of personalities didn't seem that fusional, but quite distinctive.

They seemed to interact with one another (Doey started arguing with "himself" before chasing the player, for instance), but Doey has been referring to himself as "I" and not "We" throughout the game. (scratches his head)

A) After some thinking, perhaps we could assume their human bodies had been killed, but their consciousness kept living somehow inside Doey (there is a note in the game written by another patient who mentioned waking up in a body that wasn’t hers, which might also apply to the other experiments? Anyway, it seemed to be part of Dr. Sawyer's ambition: transferring consciousnesses into bodies).

B) Another interpretation could be that eventually... their consciousness was never transferred, but Doey kept a "phantom" part of their personalities and memories, a bit like a copy (which might look like some sort of personality disorder from outside, as the switch between them might be drastic and conflicting). Doey would then NOT be the humans per se, but he would have somehow internalized a part of their personalities.

(As bits of memories would have been injected into Doey, he might sometimes sound mature, but he would also have childish "patterns" that would stick to him throughout the years: for instance, he was crying for his parents to go home as Jack would have... while technically, the events happened over a decade ago!)

✔ In both cases, you could still imagine the concept of the fourth "entity", being more or less the dough per se (it would have directly emerged from it, unlike the three other entities that came from the human subjects). Perhaps an extra part and/or the conductor, that would make Doey... actually be Doey, identify as Doey, behave like Doey?

✔ However, in the first case (A), I would imagine this fourth "entity" would be more strictly separated from the three "living" subjects, while in the second (B) it would perhaps be more like a different personality amongst the four (?)

As I was discussing this with someone IRL, we were thinking: if the three subjects are typically represented by the fan community as yellow (Jack) 🟡 , orange (Matthew) 🟠, and red (Kevin) 🔴, this fourth entity could be concretely represented by the color blue of Doey 🔵.

Regardless, I guess the game might just be open for interpretations with its mysteries! And that's also what makes it interesting?

(Or at least, I hope they will leave some mystery in the next chapters, so this universe remains open for different interpretations! :')

-

Pumpkie: Hey Sammy, you made a fanart about Mommy Long Legs before this one, right? Do you also consider we could think of "Doey the Doughman" as two versions: the conceptual version, but also the result of the Bigger Bodies Initiative?

Sam: Absolutely! Doey, as the conceptual version would just be... a jolly, friendly dough creature, working as one single individual I suppose. He would be pretty much clueless about the experiments in the factory, as he wouldn't have been there, nor would he have gone through any trauma.

Whereas, as the result of the Bigger Bodies Initiative, you already know the story: to our current knowledge, three subjects were used, and he happened to be the result of this experiment in Playtime Co.'s labs. He has interacted with the protagonist (player), and the other characters in the game.

Now, I guess the note incorporated into this fanart actually applies more to this... latter version. As for the drawing... I guess it can apply to both? ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

(Well, it doesn't mean you can't think of Doey as his conceptual, original version in the 50s, and headcanon him however you want! It might actually be more flexible as the character's backstory remains unclear... aaaand, honestly, you might as well be less annoyed by the angry part of the fan community)

Pumpkie: Yes, as complex as it seems, what you wrote indeed seems to... apply more to, you know, the Bigger Body version of Doey. And, I can't help but notice you mentioned anglerfish as a source of inspiration!

While I guess the tiny anglerfish that "fused" into the big one are like the subjects incorporated into Doey's dough, could you imagine the dough's inner organs could be female? You know, because if I'm correct, the big anglerfish are fema-

Sam: Uh oh… alrigh', alrigh'. First, I indeed talked about internal organs. Because, you just simply... can't see much from outside (not at first sight at least), he looks very "neutral" and can change his shape anyway (at least at a certain extent).

Now, if there were (let's say) something similar to internal female organs in some sorts, and the consciousness of the three subjects still lived inside of him, would they necessarily notice this specific detail? Only the "dough" would know, perhaps... as these organs would be constituting it/him per se.

Nevertheless, wouldn't the dough, as the fourth entity, communicate with the living consciousnesses? And at which extent?

Conversely, if what's left inside were just three "phantom personalities" existing amongst the four, I guess you could imagine things a tad differently: either Doey would know... either he wouldn't. (I guess it would also depend if these organs would "affect" his life at some point, remain dormant or not, etc.)

Anyway, I’d assume he would have a funny karyotype. Perhaps XX, or... XXX? (Typically called "X trisomy", but considering Doey is one of a kind anyway...)

Pumpkie: And what if it was XXXX?

Sam: Wow, that’s a lot of X, Pumpkie! Three BIG X is already a lot, but four...

And where would that fourth X come from, anyway? ÔO

Pumpkie: I dunno... I'm toying with you, but what if there were an impostor?

Sam: Errrrr... if you really want to have four X, I mean... that DNA sequence could come from an external agent? This "extra" X you would like to add, anyway...

Now, if the karyotype was solely made out the three subjects, one might have had a chromosomal irregularity? (And not the usual XY, which could only give three X)

We could also imagine one of them was born a girl (XX), but wouldn't it be a bit... I mean, to my knowledge they were pretty young... and yet, not the same age.

At the same time, I've seen trans teenagers, so I guess it's not such an irraaaaational thought, if one was indeed at least a teenager before the experiment. (Is it reasonable to imagine at least one of them might have been a transboy..? 🤔)

I guess in Playtime Co., they might also have changed the name of some orphans in their files after all, and kept some details more confidential. (Once again, there is room for your imagination!)

I wouldn't think of Jack though, considering his context.

Alongside, Kevin had behavioral issues but good physical abilities (according to the tests he had passed), while Matthew wasn't "gifted" physically but more mature apparently. I thiiiink Matthew was the oldest, though (if I'm correct).

Anyway. That's a lot of thinking!

For now, I'll rather focus my interest on the possibility of the "dough", functioning as a fourth entity. :')

Pumpkie: OK, Sam. I'm a bit puzzled, but knowing you enough... with all of what you said previously, do you think we could headcanon Doey as a trans man, then?

Sam: That's a bit complicated concerning Doey... I guess it really depends on your viewpoint. But, perhaps at least a part of him?

Perhaps the dough as an entity per se, I guess? If we assumed it/he was "born" with inner female organs, but identified as a man. We could, maybe, put it up this way.

 ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

You could also think of the "dough" as the true Doey, and the three subjects (or phantom personalities) as something extra, incorporated into him?

Anyway, there is a character in Poppy Playtime who's non-binary: a Nightmare Critter called Poe. So, why not after all? I don't know... 🤔

But, you know what? Come to think of it, Doey somewhat reminds me of the logo of “Trans Gentlemen Art”. He kinda fits to be honest. T__T Look at this little hat and... the blue stains. That logo isn't that recent, but... now I find this comparison actually funny. :')

Pumpkie: Oh. That's right: that's somewhat inky... aaaand I dunno, those arms kinda remind me of a scarecrow?

Sam: ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Pumpkie: Well... now I start getting why you found some interest in this character. There are things that might feel familiar...

Talking about art and inner organs, there is that one detail in your fanart...those things, there. What did you draw? It looks like there is something inside of him.

Sam: Good point, which I almost forgot! 😃 (chuckles)

Yes, those are organs inside of him you can slightly see by transparency...

Not regular human organs per se, but they might have a flexible consistency (they probably carry DNA though, and might have grown out of the dough): basical things that enable Doey to be alive at least. As for the dough’s opacity, this looks like a smol detail in the game, but here is this fun screenshot of it. :’)

He is trying to sneak his head first into that crack on the wall.

Another thing is: I guess he can retract his teeth? ÔO

Pumpkie: Ohh, right: he's got sharp teeth!

Sam: Yeah, at first I thought it was just a thing in the fanarts, as in: people like to imagine him with those while he is in his "basic" form, but then I found out it was ACTUALLY in the game.

Pumpkie: Ah, right, the fan community... You have been in the official server, haven't you? Do you plan to share this... you know, interview, this post in there?

Sam: Errrrrrrrrrrrrr, you know, after some thinking.... I'd rather not. Perhaps the artwork, but not the whole publication? 😅

As I have been observing some reactions, I just decided I might just want my peace after all. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Pumpkie: Sounds fair.

Sam: Anyway!

That was a lot of... talk over that Big Dough Baby (phew!)

I hope you enjoyed it (I wouldn't have the confidence to call these "theories", but at least "headcanons" or "potential perspectives of representation"? :')

As for my future art projects, I don't know yet, as this one happened to be... the last of my current list! But, I might as well take a break. I've been going out less these past weeks... and my body would probably thank me for seeing the sunlight, and make it exercize some more.

(I'm also a human on my own, after all! And have to take care of my physical health, I guess! :')

Take care, everyone! 👋🏻

[neonovember]

Agape

Mafia!au x Steve Rogers

CHAPTERS:

summary: your escape to Brooklyn was harboured by secrets and a harrowed past, left abused and betrayed, you accepted your destiny of being swallowed by the crowd. Until the King of New York showed up in front of you and wanted a piece of you for himself.

a/n: never stopped thinking about this series! it has been over a year since like last update but I'm finally starting to fall back into it. this chapter is definitely a mouthful, and hopefully clear up some things about the reader. (and anyone still reading this story..thank you.)

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The soft rush of the diner during midday rings familiar to your bones. The squeak of your fading sneakers against the linoleum floors, the fast paced beats coming from Frank's speaker, the chatter and noise of patrons-the ring of the door that still quickens your heart. 

Things have changed however, when you had pushed through the back door into the small break room to shove your things in the rusting metal locker you feel it. 

There was less of the rushed movements and haggard sighs from your coworkers, the burnout that could only ever be outlined in your features when you live paycheck to paycheck. The air of the diner had been filled with the frustration of working under a boss who’s greed and incompetence left most new hires to leave the next day.

A boss who now is manning the register, boredom outlined through her features as she lists the specials on display in the glass of the diner shelves. And it seems this change has not come gradual, as Clementine rushes into the breakroom, her face twisted in glee.

“Oh you’re finally back!” She grins.

Clementine doesn't wait before wrapping her hands around your midsection, bringing you tight against her chest as she squeezes you enough to rattle the emptiness of your chest. 

The unexpected embrace leaves your arms limp at your sides that Clementine ignores, her warmth enough for the both of you.

It takes a moment after she pulls away, for you to blink back the bitter taste of the years that had gone by without a warmth like this and refocus your eyes on her. 

Her face is animated as she rambles, her words getting caught here in there, rushed and jumbled as they try and escape her throat all at once.

“Hey hey, Clem. slow down” You chuckle, shaking your head when she nods quickly and takes a breath.

“You saw it right?” Clementine says after catching her breathe

“Saw what?”

“Mare?”

“Oh. At the register huh? I thought I walked into the wrong restaurant. Some place with benefits and annual leave” You joke, as Clemetine shakes her head.

“You’ve missed out on a lot. She’s been..around more, and not in the usual domineering over your shoulder kind of way. A couple days ago something just shifted, she just shows up one day without a smoke in her mouth and wearing fuckin’ work safe boots and takes over Ellis at the counter” Clem eyes widen, the swear coming out a little clunky. Like the profanity was the only way to emphasize how unnatural it was.

And it was, Mare had never once stepped past the laminate flooring that separated the office and the stained yellowed concrete that outlined the entirety of the diner. Yet now she was falling back to tier one of food service? 

“What do you think made her suddenly start..workin’ again” You reply, straining your voice to sound curious.

You weren't stupid, you knew managers like Mae didn't suddenly develop altruism overnight. You grind your jaw in frustration when the familiar feeling of Steve nudges at your mind.

“Don’t know, maybe someone called HR or something? She seemed a little shaken up when she came in that day too” Clem shakes her head as if pushing away a thought.

“But I'm not one to kick a gift horse in the balls. It’s about time we got something good hm? After what we had to suffer with for months, I’m glad to say my belief in a higher power is restored once again” Clemeinte muses, tying her hair into a tight bun before sweeping back the flyaways.

“You have got to know that doesn’t sound right Clem. Besides, doesn't it feel..” You murmur, scratching at your elbow nervously. 

“What?”

“Like wrong? Something scared her enough to-”

“To actually work? To take care of the people she pays? How long have we wished for something like this..to actually be treated with some dignity and respect. In a city like this it's easy for people like us to just be thrown away and replaced. Someone out there cares, honey, actually cares. Can’t you see that?” Clem replies, a hopeful glint in her eyes as she looks towards you.

It takes all of you not to prod further, nodding with a thin smile at the way her body buzzes with the change. It’s different and it takes you a moment to recognize it for what it is, hope.  Clementine was good, too good for this city. She made peace with this abruptness the only way she could, it wasn’t her fault Steve had slunk his way into your life like peated sludge.

You wouldn't be the one to take that away from her.

You swallow the heavy weight of Steve in your mind. You’ve grown familiar-it was strange how he had not even existed to you weeks before, and now, now it felt his presence followed you everywhere.  

She was right, as much as you hated the feeling of being watched and looked over, Steve was the only one to genuinely make a difference in this place. Your mind twists with conflicting feelings of being grateful that Steve helped out Clem and your diner, and the uncomfortable all consuming presence he had.

She reaches for your hand, and you quell her awaiting gaze with a squeeze of it. Moving to dab a bit of lip balm onto your lips before moving past the swinging doors into the awaiting bustle of the diner.

The rush of orders, customers and Frank's loud barrelling voice shouting out profanities numbs your mind to the thoughts that haven't stopped bludgeoning your mind. The gut lurching nausea of your husband and Rumlow hadn't left though, slinking to the back, dormant and waiting.

You wait a lot these days. And it tears at you all the same.

You crave to forget, forget about what you had done, forget that you were never going to have a piece of a life that was yours. But you settle for the afternoon rush of school kids and construction workers who leave equal amounts of mess, noise and spillage as they leave.

You’re wiping down a table in the back corner of the diner, dipping your washcloth in the lukewarm murky water as you slide the cloth over condiment and soda stains. You press your elbow into it, humming gently as you give yourself a moment of reprieve, content to the detachment of service work. 

Crawling onto the diner couches, you reach from pieces of napkins and straw covers when you spot the stiff leather of new boots that haven’t yet been broken in. Mare waits for you to raise your head, moving from the seat to stand across from her.

When your eyes glide up to meet her gaze you let out a breath at the face looking back at you. Deep indented circles line her under eyes, her hair falling out of the rushed pigtail behind her, her lips are thin pulled into a permanent grimace. 

In all your time here, which wasn’t long by any measure, you had never seen her like this. Mirroring the same hunched exhaustion Clementine, Frank and you had.

But her eyes, her eyes twitch as they barely meet your own. Tiredness edged into the faded colour of them, but that isn’t what she comes to you with. Her eyes dart behind you, past the rows of booths to the frosted windows that blurred waves of foot traffic and the city above.

You knew that look-you lived it-the nervousness that pulls at your fingertips, the checking and the surveying. 

The wait

She was scared, the familiar paranoia is leaking from her into the linoleum floors as your gaze widens. Had Steve done that? Whispered into her ear in that voice of his, heady like molasses and terrifying.

“Mare?” You mumble, stepping forward to try and close the gap between you two. 

Her mouth opens and closes, tongue curved like she was about to say something, your eyes flicker to the shake in her hand that has you reaching for it. She flinches, pulling away as she straightens her back, the look of trepidation falls from her face as she swallows.

“I wouldn’t be asking you this if there was no one else. I know- I know I said that before, and thank you for coming in” She replies

You furrow your eyebrows, taken back by her apology, you felt the vibration of the strings that moved her mouth in her words.

Beginning to shake your head, the tip of Steve's name leaves your mouth before she shakes her head and you nod slowly.

“You need me to close up?” You reply instead

Her eyes brighten, nearly jumping at the request before she folds into herself again.

“You don’t have to, I can catch the later train” Mare begins before you let out a sound of disapproval.

“You’ve been here since opening, I got it.” You quickly fill 

Relief floods through her, eyebrows smoothing as her shoulders slump back.

“But..”

“I want to, I need the distraction. I’ll tell him that” You whisper the last part, hand on her arm. Her eyes fall to your fingers, but she doesn't pull away this time. Nodding softly before murmuring where the diner keys are and the last of the deliveries that needed to be put away.

The sun dips into the honeyes horizon as the hours tick by, you give one last nod to Mare as she hesitates before leaving through the back door. Frankie is in the back, sweeping up the last few potato peels and scraps off the greased floor.

Crouching as you place the last few specials into the white bleached box, you hear Frankie and Clem weave through the restaurant to find you. You turn as you catch them, wiping flakes of pastry from your fingers.

“Get home safe” You motion to the inky darkness that blanketed the city now.

“Don’t worry, Frankie’s walking me to the train” Clem replies, readjusting her bag on her shoulder as he grins beside her.

“Left you a sandwich in the back. Running around all day I know you haven't eaten” Frankie throws a thumb to the kitchen. Your stomach grumbles audibly at the mention, as you wince as he laughs.

You smile then, a real one. You let Clem press you into the second hug today, this one tighter than the last that has you letting your body fall into it.

“Don’t work too hard, some stains never come off” Clementine mumbles, and you blink at her words. If only she knew.

You wave your goodbyes, as they exit through the front doors, locking it up after them.

The list of all the things you needed to do before closing shop ring familiar in your mind. It provides a healthy distraction from the darkness outside as you sweep, mop and count the last of the change that clings back into the register.

You feel him before you hear the leisured foot falls of his shoes, no doubt shining brightly against the stained floors despite the yellow hue of the lights above. The hairs on your back stand, and you swallow forcibly when he taps against the door methodically.

You pause for a moment, before turning around from the safety deposit box the envelopes of the day’s cash was stored.

The office is already too small, cramped in it’s walls and the meek desk and chair pushed into it, but Steve swallows the space. You forget how large he is, until the wide expanse of his chest stretches across the threshold of the doorway. 

Blocking the light that floods from the hall, the hardened edge of his shoulder leans against the door frame as he watches you.

“How long have you been standing there” You let out after your eyes scan the familiar draped fine tailoring of his suit.

He considers you for a moment, the curled honey locs of his hair pushed back and falling out.

The air tinges with the faint smell of blood you recognise, but it fades quickly with heady smell of him.

“Long enough”

Your mind falls back, hadn’t you locked up? You were sure of it, right after Clem and Frankie had left.

Steve cocks his head

“Backdoor sweetheart. Somethin’ you should’ve made sure you keep locked” 

“To keep men like you out” You grunt out without thought, your eyes widen at your words. Steve’s mouth quirks to the side, seemingly entertained by your little misstep.

“Yes, to keep men like me out” Steve nods to your surprise, the voice darkening.

“What are you doing here?” You reply

“Taking you home. It’s late, too late” Steve mutters disapprovingly, eyes glancing towards the thick darkness that coated through the diner windows.

“I wanted to close up” You say suddenly, the thought of Mare facing the brunt of Steve pushing into your mind.

Steve looks back to you, “I’m sure you did. You’re too forgiving for your own good”

You shrug your shoulders, he was not wrong. But it felt like pulling teeth to be anything else, saying no felt like pushing against a brick wall. Have you always been like this? Or did your husband change you? 

You feel that it was something innate, your need to please everyone, to let things just happen to you. You were yoked to this detrimental good you carried the moment your soul was uttered into existence.

Steve's gaze flickers, and you link your fingers together at the realization of being watched. You spent so long blending into their background, unconsidered, minute. But with Steve it felt all he could do was watch you. 

Unrelenting and filtering everything else around you as it stuck to your turned face.

“Where are Sam and Bucky?” You say, after the silence fills the space between you two again.

“Out. Doing some work for me” Steve grunts, voice murky as he weaves through your answer diplomatically. Steve was good at giving you just enough information, keeping you in the dark and too deep simultaneously.

You collect your things from the locker room, swinging your bag across your chest while Steve follows you wordlessly. You take one quick sweep of the diner, before fishing out your keys and locking the back door. 

The hum of a car has you turning your neck into the alleyway behind the back door as you spot the outline of Steve's car that seems to blend into the pitch darkness. It matches him perfectly, dark, silent and more expensive than your entire life.

Steve is by the passenger side, hand gripping the curved window while he waits silently for you to get in. It’s different to when Bucky or Sam picks you up, and you feel the intensity of it as you slide into the leather seat. 

The car door closes, the air inside cut short as let out a shaky exhale. Watching Steve move to the driver side with ease. He barely spares you a glance, the engineering roaring to life as he pulls out of the Diner’s alleyway and into the city streets.

Your bag is sat on your lap, you grip and fiddle with the straps nervously as the flash of skyscrapers and traffic light illuminate the walls of the car. He slinks past traffic and main roads with ease, eyes almost glazed over like the city was etched into him, following the road ways to your apartment like he had been there countless times.

Unease prickles you as you realise he had, possibly even before you had known about him. Before he had strolled into the diner those weeks before, before you fell into his palm and the dizzying spiral.

You don’t feel the fear you had grown accustomed to with your husband however, it’s different, familiar in a way you can’t explain.

As you drive through the bridge that separated the boroughs, to the side of town that was darker and more decrepit than the city centre you think back to Bucky and all that he had confronted you with yesterday. 

Steve and his secrets, the life he lived now born from what was before, you bristle when you remember. 

Bucky's thinly veiled anger when he talked about your husband, about what he had done. To Steve. How could Steve be in a car with you, drive you home, vow to trust him when your own husband had obliterated any sense of love he had? 

He had killed her, took Steve’s fiance or what she was without thought, all for this world. To be granted power and control and he had found it, maybe that was Steve's endgame. The thought morphs before you can take hold of it, until it blares in your mind, hot in your ear.

Was this retribution? An eye for an eye? Would he remove you from your husband in the same quickness as she was?

You hear Steve call your name, eyebrows furrowed and it takes you a second to realise your hands are shaking, wrapped tight around your bag.

“Stop it”

You can barely think, swallow, you give a pitiful exhale as an answer.

“Whatever your thinkin’, don’t.”

“Steve” You plead, his knuckles whiten against the steering wheel as he slows. The streets are vacant, no sound of any traffic or wheels behind or infront of you.

“He killed her. He killed her” You whisper horrifyingly, hand coming up to cover your mouth.

Steve closes his eyes, you see his tongue press against the roof of his mouth. He opens them, the blue hues like glitter against the dark around him.

“Bucky told you”

You nod, turning your body in the passenger seat to face him. “How can you even agree to be around me knowing what my husband did? To- to your” You mumble, not knowing what to say, how to say it.

“It was a long time ago” Steve replies, his voice is soft. Careful.

Your eyebrows crease as you shake your head fervently.

“That matters?” You reply incredulously

“Time brings perspective. It changes things.” Steve hums

“Changes what you want. You don’t think I could have tracked him down and taken his head for what he had done?”

You swallow, Steve's eyes tracking the moment. No doubt

“Why didn’t you?”

“Revenge is something juvenile, it feels good in the moment and then you’re left with the real world. To survive in this life is to think ahead, that’s all it ever is. Thinking, and planning and waiting”

You knew that word intimately. Waiting.

You fall back onto the seat, 

“I think too much” You mumble out

Steve shakes his head “It saved your life”

“You know more than what I wanted you to, but that isn't your fault. You lived the way you could, that is something I cannot say for a lot of people. Surviving the way you did, most of my men wouldn't” 

Steve's words surprise you, the defined nature of them. He believed it, most people wouldn't call it survival. You don't forget Rumlow’s words, how they had sunk their way into you, even Sam and Bucky had that silent reservation. 

She was the one who married him, what did she expect?. 

“Who was she? To you. Bucky said..” You begin, words trailing off when Steves gaze hardens

“Bucky only knows what I tell him.” 

He scratches at his jaw, no doubt considering what information to leave out when he weaves through your question. 

“It was brash, rushed and quick. Thought we could elope and run to goddamn nowhere. A town where no one would know my last name.” Steve shakes his head. 

“Fucking foolish. I asked her to marry me without a ring and the clothes on my back after my father set me down. Told me it was time.” 

“Time?” You interject

“Time to be a made man. Time to take over what he left me with, what would be mine” 

“You didn’t love her?” You ask, careful with your words but it doesn’t hit Steve in the way you thought it would.

“There was love there, but, it was always something else. Retribution, revenge against my father. We both knew what it was and what it wasn’t. It was beyond us, just childish meddling to escape the inevitable. We both needed each other-”

“Like how you need me now?” You’re caught off guard by the bristle of your voice. You didn’t mean it, but it came out heated anyway.

Steve looks up at you with a cock of the head.

“Margaret wasn’t the love of my life”

Margaret. He said her name with the same detachment as kicking a rock off his path. 

“But they murdered her anyway. He murdered her anyway.”

“Yes he did”

There’s a flash of something that passes through Steve’s hard demeanour. Something close to guilt and sadness. You’re caught off guard by the emotion of it. Every assumption you form of him changes with the next word that comes out of his mouth. 

His eyes glaze, thoughtful, you see the smooth curves  on him that come out edged now as he speaks. He still held her death as a causation of him.

“Am I set to the same fate Steve? Am I going to be murdered by my revenged obsessed husband? By this world?”

There’s a tick that appears in Steve’s jaw at your comment, his eyes cast low.

“No, you aren’t. But I can’t promise that if you keep things from me-”

You can’t help the laugh that falls out of your mouth.

“You want honesty? Is that what this is, Steve? Are we going to pretend like we know each other” You reply, confused.

Steve's gaze hardens at that. You’re taken back by the mix of anger that flashes through his eyes. 

“I know there are things you don’t understand. There is so much you don’t know-”

“Then tell me!” You reply harshly. Steve sighs, grinding his jaw as he parks the car, the view of your apartment complex against the windshield.

“It’s better this way” Steve replies curtly, you don't wait for him to reach your side of the door as he gets out, pushing it open roughly as you stomp towards your apartment.

You were going to drown with everything you knew and everything you didn’t, couldn’t he see that?

Steve calls out to you roughly, but you ignore him. The elevator to your apartment is occupied so you twist to the staircase that leads to your floor. You hear him behind you, steps quiet but you can feel the warmth of him at your back.

You open your apartment door, shouldering in and attempting to slam it behind you. The shine of Steve’s shoe stops it, his broad shoulder side stepping into your home.

“You don’t close doors in my face” Steve replies, voice devoid of emotion as he shuts it behind him.

He was incredible, marching into your home like he owned it and chastising you.

You drop your bag on the counter of your small kitchenette, opening cupboards and rifling through to find the recognised brown stained glass. 

“Do you want one?” You bristle to Steve without looking up.

“No” 

You miss the way Steve's gaze hardens as he watches you, it's rough and uncontrolled, how you set down the glass and pour the liquor without thinking, itching for the burn to coat your throat and make you forget.

You down it quickly, reaching to pour yourself another greedily before Steve wraps his enormous hand around the neck of the bottle

“I think that's enough” Steve grunts, you try to reach for it and he shakes his head. Moving to your living room window and dropping the bottle down. It crashes, the sound vibrating through as a cat shrieks close by.

Your mouth hangs open as he appears in front of you again in a flash. You’re mad now.

“Oh fuck you! You lied to me Steve! You keep lying to me!”

“I never lied to you”

You ignore his reply in favour of the buzz humming anger you feel coursing through you.

“You lied to me after I thought you were the only thing- god-I was so goddamn stupid, how did I ever think”

“I did not lie to you” Steve repeats harsher, stepping closer

“What about Rumlow huh?”

“What about him?” Steve grunts

“He told me the truth! About what you want, why I’m here”

“And what did he say huh? Tell me, what do you think this is?” Steve’s eyes darken, crossing the threshold in two long strides to press close to you.

Your throat dries up as he grinds his jaw expectantly.

“He told me to put out. So that you could be done with me” You grunt, blinking back the bile and fear that day erupted in mind.

Steve's eyes blink, one twice, you see his hand twitch, furling and curling into a fist.

“He is nothing, a soldier for hire that would say and do what he wants without care. You don't know anything. You are just naive and-”

“You don't tell me anything!” You scream out frustratingly. You wanted to pull your hair out.

“You want to know? Huh, is that why you came to my office with all my men fucking ogling you?”

You shake your head dismissively “Fine. Yes, and you still give me nothing. You have to give me something, anything about why I’m here and why you need me-”

“You don’t know yourself!” Steve cuts you off, his loud booming voice taking up your entire apartment. Bouncing off the tattered carpet and the peeling walls. It stumps you into silence as your mind reels to catch up.

“…What?” You whisper, gone is the anger that had filled you before, all that’s left is the wait. Again. Waiting for him.

Steve shakes his head, muttering in a language you don’t quite understand. Wiping a hand down his face, his blonde hair tousled and out of place. 

“You have absolutely no idea about who you are, who you are in this life” Steve replies, eyes flickering to the skyline of the city that peeks through the buildings outside your apartment.

“Steve..what do you mean?” Your words creak out of your mouth without air

“You’re right, you have been lied to, doll. You have been lied to by that fucking husband, and your goddamn father-”

“My father? What-how do, what do you know about my father” You hadn't thought about your father in years. In moments only in grief and bitterness. He had died long before you could fit his outline into your mind.

Silence. 

It's different, what he says now. He jitters a little, mind jumping as he tries to clear his head. Steve never faltered, he never let human error, the misstep leak from him and stain the prisms he had created for himself. You had sunk your fingers deep, clutching at his ribs and his lungs and his goddamn vocal cords, and now the road he had taken you on crumbles underneath him.

“Steve” You plead, fingers taut into a fist. Fingers and vocal cords, tugging and pulling and retching him to speech.

“Your husband isn’t the one that tethers you to this life underneath our shoes, your father is. And whether or not you want to believe it, you were meant for this. It’s in your goddamn blood” Steve rasps, brushing against your chest as he leans in, his eyes trailing across your face.

“But, my-he's gone.” You shake your head furiously, search Steve's face to find the lie. You know already that he isn’t, blue eyes boring into yours. “My father he was-”

“He fell in love, and all good men always end up dead that way” Steve spits out bitterly.

“No, no Steve”

“Yes. Your grandfather carved his place in the underground. Parts of the city even I can’t reach, and it would have become your fathers too. So now it is yours. No matter how hard your father had tried to shield you away from it, this life has a way of making sure you receive what you are owed one way or another.”

Steves feels almost guilty at the wave of nausea that takes over you, this is why he didn’t want you to know. But you ran him ragged and god almighty it felt like you controlled his very mind.

He steps forward when your body pulls away from him, your fingers coming up to press into your temples and you shake and blink and look at him wide eyed.

His body is turned into you, fingers curling and uncurling like the very space between you both physically hurt him.

You don’t lean into him and he doesn't move further, finding yourself at stand still as the air seems to hang onto your shoulders.

You did not know your grandfather, catching only slivers of memories from your childhood about a man with shoes like Steve and cufflinks that came one afternoon, the day your father died and your world had splintered into two. 

You would not see him again, and you felt that was purposeful now.

This is what you had wanted, wasn’t it? To know? To rub out the waiting that filled your mind every passing day you were kept in the dark. 

Your life is no longer governed by linear time, just in moments. Moments like now, where the past was held by people you didn't even know a month ago, pieces and parts of you that should have been yours. Instead you find them spilling out onto the small tiled floor of your kitchenette.

Your father, your father. Your lip trembles when you try to piece him together, you feel his warmth in your mind, safe and all consuming but that is all that he left you with. You can’t picture his face, the slope of his neck, the lilt of his voice. But his blood runs through you now, and no matter how inconceivable it was, Steve was right, you knew what lineage meant in this world.

Steve had tried to run for it, your husband had killed for it, and you would be born into it in every timeline and universe. 

You had thought you were a victim in this world, pulled from the streets like a hostage and thrown into a room and clothes that did not fit you. A bystander brought into this life through matrimony rather than blood. 

You wondered why your husband had been so adamant in marrying you, you were plain, unassuming. It wasn’t love that guided him, no, you were a chess move. Another insurance to his power and kingdom that any heir of his would swallow up an even greater part of the world. 

He would take from you, your name, your father, the very birthright owed to you. 

An anger fills you as your past connects with your present, it's a strange thing. This small inking feeling of hunger that lines your insides. You welcome it, feel the tug of its vibration through your fingers as you think back to all the times you were pressed under your husband's thumb.

It’s dizzying, the way Steve's words have changed what you know about yourself so quickly. It’s the same hunger that clicks the confusion and displacement you had felt all these years into place.

And when you look up Steve's eyes seem to glint under the overhead light, like he knew. Knew the feeling, knew the change that occurred in your mind. His head falls to the side as he blinks, fists relaxed from their cramped curl.

You hadn’t planned on Steve, not in his unrelenting chase of you, not the way he had irrevocably changed your irate escape from your husband.

You remembered you had wanted to go up to Alaska, when you pulled together enough savings. Far enough away where the cold ate at anything worth trying to drag back, it was useless, you were tied, it was blood against snow.

This world would find you again and again and again until you grew familiar under the maelstrom.

“Thank you.” You don't need to continue, Steve understands it. 

You attempt to put away the now empty glass and other things left on your kitchen counter has your head spinning. You grip the wall with a grunt as your head spins, stomach twisting with alcohol and Steve's words.

“Why..why can’t I remember all this? My father, the past, anything” You grunt, frustration grinding away at you. 

Your memory is so hazy, even more when you try to piece together the past Steve tells you that belonged to you. It’s like an oil spill each time you sift through the hole in your mind where it should be.

Steve hardens in a blink, face going blank and eyes as dark as pitch when he tears his eyes away from you.

“You need to sleep.” Steve replies instead, and it’s not until he says it do you feel the lead of your limbs tug at you tiredly.

You open your mouth, and Steve eyes flicker back at you from his gaze towards your bedroom.

“Can..can you stay tonight? Please” You whisper the last part and Steve's eyes go half mast, his eyelashes brushing against the curve of his cheek.

“I wasn’t planning on leavin’” He grunts out, voice heady with something you want to wrap your fingers around.

You nod before moving silently through your home, Steve remaining against the kitchenette counter as you shred your clothes and change into something that wasn’t stained and greasy. When you poke your head out your bedroom door, Steve is already eyeing you.

“I’m afraid I don't think I can find anything for you to sleep in” You murmur, your face pulling into a frown at his suit that did not look easy to move in let alone sleep.

Steve shakes his head dismissively, “Don’t worry about it” and begins to shred his suit tie. He folds it over your chair neatly, and you can’t tear your eyes off of him as he turns from you and slowly unbuttons the cufflinks of shirt. The tinge of blood staining the collar is faded, a pinky grey as you recall its smell in the diner. 

You cut your eyes away when he begins to turn,

“I’ve got to make a phone call. I’ll be outside, okay?” Steve waits for you to nod, before slipping out of the apartment door. There's a small crack, and if you walk a bit closer you can probably make out his mumbles.

Steves turns his body from your apartment door, eyes straining down the poorly lit hallway of your apartment complex in silent scrutiny. 

While this side of town wasn’t half as bad as the neighborhood Steve has dealt with, it was still dicey. You hadn't noticed, or maybe you had and had grown accustomed, to the beady shadows that scurried at every corner and alleyway. 

It wasn’t safe for you here-it wasn't where you should have to live-but Steves reconciled only because of your fierce ownership of the one thing that was yours, entirely. 

You were strong, so goddamn resilient it stumped him at times. It causes him to grind his jaw and grip his phone too, swiping his tongue across his teeth as he remembers what your husband had done to you. That same hunger for blood shoots through his veins, the one that had been so hard to stave away when Rumlow had cornered you on the balcony. 

He wanted to paint the windows red with him then it itched his gums. And he would get the chance, he promised himself that at least, when you were back home and safe.

Flickering through the small contact list, Steve presses the familiar number of the long blond haired nordic. Thor picks up in two rings, the sound of booming music, and clinking bottles filtering through the receiver. It was nearly 2 am, and yet the other half of the Odinson charter seemed to buzz with bleary eyed glee.

“Rogers, didn’t think you would take up my invite but alas there is alcohol and enough women for us both”

“That’s not why I’m calling” Steve sighs, dealing with the Odinsons was tiring, and he only did it when it was necessary.

“I know. But you don’t usually call when you know I’m no longer talking business. And this late too” Thor replies, the sound of the nightclub slowing down as he moves to a more secluded area.

“Rumlow” Steve grunts

“He seems to be a bit of a problem huh?”

“He come to you?”

“Some of my men came back with a little surveillance. Last I heard he's gone AWOL though. Hasn’t been on the streets, or in my club for that matter.”

“Think he ran?” Steve muses, he called Thor to try and locate the mercenary, not find out he disappeared.

“Mmhm, that or.. he’s laying face down in the Hudson” Thor replies, Steve had felt the smile that pulls at his face through the phone. Thor had spent years as a butcher, and only when Loki had shown back up had their father passed on the mantle. That sort of hunger for removing bodies doesn't leave no matter what half brother comes back for a family reunion.

Thor agrees to keep an eye out, attempting to persuade Steve to come down for a second time before reconciling. In all the time they had known each other, Steve had never indulged in the debauchery their type of work had gifted them. It didn’t stop him from asking him every time however.

Your hands are wring together, twisting nervously when Steve slides through the crack in the door back into your apartment.

“I’ll make up the couch for you. I think I have some winter blankets somewhere in the hallway closet” You mumble before Steve's stern gaze stops you.

“No” 

Your eyebrows raise at the anger steeped into it, “Steve, I’m not letting you sleep on the rotting carpet”

“Why can't you just let yourself rest?” You try to shake the uneasy feeling that fills you with his words, feeling bare and self conscious as you wrap your hand around your stomach.

“I..” The words die in your throat and Steves swipes a hand down his face, sighing evenly as he moves to you in two long strides.

There is no amount of protest that can stop Steve from wrapping an arm under your knees, the other bringing you to the stiff planes of his chest. You can’t speak, stunned as he moves easily down the corridor, stealing a hesitant glance up to his face as he watches you. His face is still, muscles taught like the effort of holding himself back from-what- you don’t know burned through him.

He pauses at the threshold of your room, tracking his eyes across the strewn sheets of your bed.  

You didn’t know where to put your hands, your own proprioception off kilter as you stayed limp. Steves seems to know, his grip on your gentle and featherlike, like he knew he’s too big body crowded you. Muscle stretching and pulling against the sweetness of your belly and curved hip.

His chest caves in, ribs beneath the rippled muscle of his stomach inhaling the tinged air between you. Your mouth is slightly open, swallowing as you try to decipher what face Steve has unearthed for you now. The moment seems to stretch on, the one that sits between you, you don’t know why you latch onto it, wanting time to stretch on so you could have this. 

You don’t even know what-this-is but it startles you how familiar it rings. Like your body knew something your brain did not, the gap in your mind intercepted with the memory your body held.

Steve’s eyes fall to half mast, and they no longer have the dark pouring ink you had grown used to. It wasn't desire, no, it was something entirely different. An emotion you hadn’t been on the receiving end of in a long time. Something ripe and heavy and wanting.

“Come back with me. Please” It’s the first time Steve has begged for anything in years. Somehow you know this.

You watch his eyebrows twist, and you flutter your eyelids considering it. You gulp when you think about Rumlow and your husband knowing where you live and you nod. 

Steve's shoulders fall at your acceptance, and it's the last thing he shows you, closing up his mind and his thoughts while he pushes through the cracked space of your bedroom door before carefully placing you onto your bed.

You turn quickly, trying to find words, a quip, anything to still rapid beat of your heart. Steve is already gone before you can think of it, the door shut gently. You don’t hear his footfalls until a moment later, like he had stood by the door.

Sleep finds you before you can try to understand why.

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Love Beyond Limits - Chapter 8

Mob!Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader

Steve Rogers x Friend!Fem!Reader

Sam Wilson x Friend!Fem!Reader

Warnings: SOA, Mob AU

(In over all them, mentioned at one point)

Word Count: 1,493

Summary: Y/n gets to officially meet Steve and Sam. Bucky's best friends. And both have some more serious things to tell her.

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“So I invited Sam and Steve to come join us. Is that okay?” Bucky planned to introduce her officially to two of his closest friends. They were going bowling and it seemed like a good time to have them meet her. Of course they had seen her and knew of her but a face to face meeting has not occurred yet.

“Of course. So I get to meet your friends today?” Y/n asked, smiling at the prospect of meeting his friends that he’s talked about so highly of.

“Two of my closest, yes.” He nodded, enjoying her excitement about meeting Steve and Sam.

When Bucky had picked her up and told her two of his friends were joining Y/n was excited and nervous, which she was syre was how Bucky felt meeting Wanda and Pietro. “Well you met two of my closest friends so only fair.”

“Yeah, yeah.” Bucky rolled his eyes playfully as he parked outside of the bowling alley. Their bowling alley.

He did notice Sam and Steve park not to far away. Of course they had followed, for they always do but Y/n didn’t know that they were always close by just in case and for now he’d keep it that way. They had discussed beforehand that Bucky would take Y/n inside and Sam and Steve would wait a few before entering and joining them.

“Afraid they’ll embarrass you?” Y/n teased nudging his shoulder.

“They’ll try.” Bucky grumbled as he got out of the car and walked around to open her door, before they headed inside.

“Hey fairs fair. When you meet my brother I’m sure he'll embarrass me.” Y/n told him honestly as they got in line to get shoe’s and a lane.

Her statement warmed Bucky more than he could ever express. She had plan’s of him meeting her family. That meant the world to him.

After they got their assigned land and shoes Bucky and Y/n got their bowling balls and sat down to change into their bowling shoes. About 5 minutes later two men approached their lane area.

“So this is the girl that's caught our grumpy Bucky’s attention?” Sam spoke up first, already getting on Bucky’s nerves. Steve smiled at Sam’s teasing of their friend. It was no secret that since Y/n came along Bucky wasn’t as broody to anyone that was close to Bucky.

“This asshole is Sam and the quiet one is Steve.” Bucky introduced them.

“Hi, it’s nice to finally meet both of you.” Y/n smiled, reaching out to shake both of their hands.

“You're telling me! Its been a while. We hear all about you but this guy just keeps putting off introductions.” Sam exclaimed, getting his fill of starting to tease his friend.

“It’s nice to formally meet you Y/n.” Steve smiled, greeting her back.

“Likewise.” Y/n nodded at him.

“So are we doing team’s or single?” Sam clapped his hands together ready to beat them all.

With that they started bowling all the while Steve and Sam got to know Y/n and shared stories of Bucky. And Y/n got to know them.

After her turn she went to sit by Steve while Sam and Bucky argued over  bowling balls by the lanes.

“He smiles more since he met you.” Steve spoke up feeling the need to let her know about the impact she’s had on his bestfriends life and mood.

“I’m sure it’s not just me.” Y/n looked at Steve and she was shocked by his words.

“No, it is. I’ve known Buck since we were kids. I’ve never seen him this happy and it’s all been since he met you.” Steve told her further. He had truly never seen Bucky so happy and Steve knew it was this woman. From what he’s seen from before and from today getting to know her for himself, Steve truly could see how she really did care about Bucky. Steve approved of her the more he got to know her.

“Well, he’s made me happy to.” Y/n smiled bashfully and glanced towards Bucky's direction.

“He talks about you a lot. You’ve brought a light to him that I haven’t seen in a very long time. Thank you.” Steve smiled and gave her a nod of appreciation.

“He’s brought a light back to me to.” After everything that had cast a dark cloud over Y/n for so long, Bucky had cleared the storm over her with his light.

“I hope you both last a long time.” Steve didn’t mean for it to sound ominous, he just meant he hoped she’d stick around even after Bucky reveals the darker work they do to her in the future.

“I don’t plan on going nowhere.” Y/n stated strongly, she had no plan of leaving Bucky. And she felt Steve needed to know that.

“Even when things get tough?” All Steve wanted to do was kind of prove himself right that Y/n would stick around when she was let in on the illegal side of business.

“I dont scare easy.” Y/n told Steve, looking him in the eyes. If she was scared easy she would’ve never lasted as long as she did in Charming.

“Yeah. I thought so.” Steve sent her a smile. He knew by the look in her eyes and the conviction in her voice that he was right about her.

“You thought so?” Y/n raised a brow intrigued that he had already thought about this subject and her response to it.

“I think you’ll stick around. I called it, I truly believed that and I was right.” Steve told her honestly, leaning forward and resting his elbows on his knees.

Y/n studied Steve for a long moment before she felt her lip’s twitch up and a smile formed on her lip’s. She reached forward to grab her glass and took a sip of her drink. “I like you Steve Rogers.”

“Likewise Y/n Winston.” Steve let out a laugh, reaching forward and drinking from his own glass.

“We’re gonna be good friends.” Y/n felt that they’d have no problem getting along.

“Yes we are.” Steve nodded in agreement.

“What are you two talking about?” Bucky asked, walking back over towards where Steve and his girl were sitting and talking.

“Nothing concerning you.” Y/n teased as he walked right over to them.

“Oh really?” Bucky raised his brows in amusement.

“Come here, Y/n/n. Your turn girly.” Sam called her over, motioning with his arms waving her over.

Y/n laughed and stood up heading over to Sam to bowl her turn, but not before kissing Bucky on the cheek as she passed him.

Once she was over by Sam, Bucky took her seat next to Steve. “What’d you talk to her about?”

Steve laughed at Bucky’s protectiveness over Y/n. He found it endearing. “Just told her that she makes you happier than I’ve seen in awhile. Promise.”

“Hmmm Hmm.” Bucky hummed, he didn’t believe that was all they talked about but he also couldn’t deny his friend's statement either.

“You're really good at this.” Sam stated watching as Y/n bowled a strike.

“Well me and Bucky come here often. Muscle memory.” Y/n shrugged waiting for her ball to come back up.

“He’s falling in love with you. He may not have said it yet but I can tell.” Sam told her in a quieter voice so Bucky wouldn’t hear him.

“I’m falling in love with him to.” Y/n told Sam shyly admitting what she had felt happening for a while.

“Look, he doesn’t let people in easily so please try not to break his heart.” Sam glanced over to make sure Bucky wasn’t listening. Sam didn’t want Bucky to get his heart broken after opening it for the first time so deeply. Sam didn’t believe she’d break Bucky’s heart but he wanted her to know that he didn’t let people in easily or often.

“I won’t. I know how that feel’s. I’d never do that to someone.” Y/n told Sam honestly, and Sam could tell she was speaking truthfully by the look in her eyes.

“Good, good. And I’m sorry you’ve experienced that. I’m not trying to intimate you or-”

“You're just looking out for him. My friends did the same for me when he met them. I get it. Our friends are our family.” Y/n cut him off, she understood where Sam and Steve were coming from. Y/n knew Wanda and Pietro did the same. Bucky and her considered their friends their family and you protect your family.

“We are going to be great besties.” Sam smiled, wrapping an arm around her shoulders with a huge smile on his face.

“Over my dead body!” Bucky called having heard Sam’s declaration of friendship to his woman. Which caused the other 3 to laugh.

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Blood in the Water - Fresh Meat

Hello lovelies! It's been a very long time, I have been working on something entirely different in my personal time, hopefully one day soon I can share it. In the meantime, I got the itch to take a break from my project and have been wanting to revisit this little AU for some time now!

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Series Summary: Spin-off to All is Fair. Mob syndicates are yours and your partner's specialty. They don't call you the Sharks for nothing. There is blood in the water in New York City, not only is know Mob affiliate Steve Rogers missing, but the two other Mob bosses died in a huge shootout last year. It is up to you and your partner to uncover the truth, but not all is as it seems.

Series Warnings: 18+! Mentions of blood and violence, bad language words, smut, manipulation, gaslighting, death, trauma, please follow the warnings for each chapter. There are chapters with brutal and dark themes, please read at your own discretion, warnings will be before each chapter!

Chapter warnings: Actually this is pretty much warning free, alluding to mob dealings and some language.

Pairing: Mob!Buckyx FBI Agent!reader

Word Count: 1712

“White.” 

The deep timber of Bull’s voice pulls you from your trance, gaze falling back onto your phone.

“Yeah, I’m here.” Your gaze flickers back up the building towering over you. The clouds above wash over it in a dull gray. 

You straighten your fake press badge clipped to the belt of your skirt, today you were Joey King, senior investigating reporter for the Daily Bugle.

“You’ve got this. It’s just another case, kid, treat him the way you would any other mafioso.”

Except this is the head of the Rogers family, you thought. Taking a deep breath you release through your nose, you ask, “You on site?”

“Never too far away sweetheart.”

Good. Without a goodbye you hang up the phone slipping it into your messenger bag as you make your way into the building. 

A friendly redhead looks up from the front desk, soft green eyes sparkling when she smiles in greeting. 

The name on your badge falls from her lips, “Mr. Barnes is in his office ready for you. Please just follow me.”

You nod as she slips out from behind the desk leading the way, “It’s Ms. Maximoff, correct?”

She nods, “Yes, but please call me Wanda.”

You return her smile, “Of course. Have you worked for the Howling Commandos for long?”

She keeps her smile, but a glimmer of mistrust flickers in her eyes, “For long enough.”

“So you know Steve Rogers?”

A flicker of sadness shone in her eyes, “Yes.”

You sweeten your smile, false sadness flickering in your own eyes, “It must be really hard on all of you, with him missing. I couldn’t imagine…” placing your hand to your heart, you play the concerned reporter quite well.

Her smile doesn’t meet her eyes anymore as she knocks on the door next to her. “It is.”

A gruff ‘come in’ sounds through the door.

Wanda clears her throat as she swings the door open, greeting the man at the desk, again your name falls from her lips.

“Thanks Wanda, that’ll be all.”

She nods, backing out of the room, the door closing with her.

Your attention shifts to the man as he rises from his desk to shake your hand, “It's nice to finally meet you Ms. King.”

His eyes graze over you, taking in every detail from your stilettos, to the black skirt with the badge and wine red button down, finally meeting your eyes again. 

His eyes don't linger on you like you’d half expect them to. As far as the ladies in the city say, Barnes has never shied away from a woman he found attractive. You had hoped to exploit that detail, but it seems that little bit of intel was false… or you weren’t his type. Either way, he would play into your hands like they always do.

Your smile is saccharine as you take a seat in front of his desk, pulling a notepad and pen from your bag, “I could say the same, James Barnes, you are a hard man to get ahold of.”

He’s very business-like, from his tailored suit and polished shoes to the oh-so-fake smile that's plastered on his face. There isn't a hair on his head that's out of place, that in and of itself is a glaring redflag. 

He sighs as he sits back in his chair, hands clasped on his desk, “I’m a busy man, the business doesn’t run itself. So, what can I do for you?”

Busy. You couldn’t help but wonder what all his business entailed. Did he look the part of the Mafioso? Yes, but that wasn’t enough for a warrant or a judge. If looking like a mafioso was enough to warrant jail time, most corporate men would be serving time. Not that they didn’t deserve it for other reasons… 

“What are your thoughts on the events from this past year?”

“Events?” confusion laces his tone.

Your eyes flicker from your notes to him, he looks bored, emotions hidden behind a well-worn mask.

 “The killings, Mr. Barnes. The attacks on your businesses, do you think they have a connection to Mr. Rogers being missing?”

His brows raise, he chuckles lowly, 

“Attacks? The warehouse fire was ruled as a gas leak. As for the other businesses, I was told the police had picked up a group of teenagers causing havoc on that side of town. And if I remember correctly, more than just our businesses were affected.”

Your brows furrow, but you nod, “Speaking of business, has Mr. Rogers’s disappearance affected dealings with other companies?”

“Howling Commandos Shipping Company has continued to operate the way Steve would run it. Profits are rising and there is no shortage of work Ms. King.”

“I can see that in the stock market, Mr. Rogers’s company is at a record breaking high…” you tap your pin to your lips, Barnes’s eyes follow the movement and linger just a little too long; gotcha. “It must be easy for you to take over the business, you and Mr. Rogers were like brothers, I’m told, you must know all of his business practices.”

His eyes flick back to yours, “I was his right hand for many years, I’d say I knew him best.”

“Yes I thought you would. It must be difficult coming into the office without him… Is that why you were not on the list of suspects in his disappearance?”

His smile tightens, “That Ms. King would be a question for the police. And if that is all, I really must get back to work, as I said, I am a very busy man…”

Your smile falters, his answers are too easy; rehearsed, you need to throw him off kilter. “You are right Mr. Barnes, I do apologize. You must be endlessly busy… being that your previous boss went missing, I would say you have more responsibility and more power than before.”

There is a slight tick in his jaw, but he remains quiet as you continue, “Would you say your boss’s disappearance has…” you tap the pen to your lips, again his eyes linger there, watching as you bite your lower lip, “Well, it looks like you've had good fortune, would you say it has been beneficial to you, Mr. Barnes? Mr. Rogers’s disappearance, that is.”

Aside from the tick in his jaw, he keeps his composure well, his two thumbs tap against each other as he debates his answer. He swallows, “Tell me, Ms. King, why did you take this story.”

The deflection didn’t surprise you, you had done your research, knew what buttons to press, heard the talk amongst the other detectives, unsightly criminals, knew the Right Hand of the mafioso head when you saw one. You personally had flipped many loyal rats: offered them less jail-time, a way out or anonymity, and they ate out of your palm.

“Mr. Rogers was a well-known pillar of the community. New York deserves to know the truth behind his untimely disappearance.”

A smirk lifted the corner of his mouth, “How long have you worked for The Bugle?” 

You sigh, “This is an interview for you, Mr. Barnes, not for me. My information is on the Bugle’s website, but if you must know, I’ve worked there for five years.”

He tilts his head, “Forgive me, I like to know who I am talking to… You’re a little young to be a senior investigative reporter, no?”

“I’m good at what I do. And it seems you should research those you let into your office beforehand.”

He nods, a glint of something flickers in his eyes, you can't place it, but it makes your stomach churn. “Some advice then,” he stands from his desk, placing a hand on either arm of your chair. Tantalizingly close, you take him in coolly, you hadn't noticed earlier, but his left hand glinted in the light. Instead of flesh it was dark glittering metal with thin strips of gold. 

Craning your neck you meet his gaze, “I suggest you drop the story, kid. It's a dead end, and better to quit now before it gets you into trouble.” 

His eyes don't match his words, they are bored, not a glimmer of threat. A smile pulls at your lips, “I find that the stories most claim are dead ends, tend to be the most interesting. If that is a threat, I don’t scare easily, Mr. Barnes.”

He huffed a laugh, licking his lips, “Wasn't meant as a threat, Ms. King, merely some professional advice.” he pulls away, moving toward the door. 

Sighing you roll your eyes before rising to follow him. You stop short of the threshold, “You may be a busy man Mr. Barnes, don’t make the mistake thinking you are the only one. You didn't answer my questions.”

He leaned against the door, a single brow raised, “No, I guess I didn't. Then again, I agreed to see you, not answer your questions.”

Pursing your lips you nod, “So it seems… Well, I offer a bit of professional advice then, I suggest declining an offer to interview, instead of wasting someone’s time.”

“I’ll take that into consideration, Ms. King.”

You eye him, letting the ire fill your gaze, “Good-day, James Barnes.” without another word or looking back you can feel his gaze burning into your back as you make your way down the hall. 

A younger man with brown waves passes you, a bright smile on his face that falters slightly when he sees what you can assume is Barnes glaring at you from behind.

Out onto the busy sidewalk, you let your shoulders relax a little as you hail a taxi. You settle into your seat as the clouds that had rolled in from the harbor finally crack open and drench the city.

The whole interaction hadn’t been completely useless, it did shed some light on who James Barnes was. Which questions he answered, which he didn’t, how much information he offered, and what he omitted. James Barnes only solidified your suspicions, Howling Commandos Shipping Co. was only a front for their mafia business. Steve Rogers had been its head, and one thing was glaringly clear, Steve Rogers was not missing. Not in the traditional sense of the word.

Settle in James Barnes, this is only the beginning.

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[chalkdraws]

Sam and Mob perhaps

[bigtreefest]

Chapter 1: Digging For Gold

From: You Catch More Bees With Honey Series

Pairing: Mob! Bucky x Farmer! Reader

Summary: Bucky doesn’t always have to personally negotiate his business dealings, but what happens when one of them insists they’ll only deal with him? He heads out to the country to get it sorted, of course.

Word Count: 2,167

Content/Warnings: light mob themes, mentions of misogyny/ Bucky’s attempt at it, fem reader with minimal descriptions, minimal use of y/n, use of a pet name (Honey), Sam and Steve teasing Bucky and Bucky having none of it. Content below the cut.

Author’s Note: Well here it is— my first fic publication! I literally never write, but I’ve felt so motivated to get this down. Idek how I wrote this many words bc lord knows I’m not doing the same for school. Anyway, I digress. I hope you all enjoy. Comments, suggestions, asks, and reblogs are soooo appreciated!! Dividers by @firefly-graphics

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Bucky was used to being turned down at first. In the fact, he was used to being turned down two, three, four times before getting his way. He always got his way, until it came to you. He had been trying to seal this deal for what was going on months now. Usually by his fifth ask, his clients got some sense into them, and in this case, sense means a threat of lead through the heart by a henchman. But that hadn’t phased you at all. If anything, it encouraged you to keep pushing back. A real piece of work, this girl was. Each time someone went to negotiate, they came back with their head hung low, sending in their boss to deal with her next as she had requested. Just for that cocky bastard to leave and come back doing the same. Why were they giving into your requests? They couldn’t help themselves when you had that convincing way about you, and neither could Bucky, even if he wanted to deny it to everyone around him. After months of asking for the next boss, you had finally reached James Buchanan Barnes: the head of his mob. Known for his ruthless nature, no one had ever come out of a deal saying ‘no’ to him. If they said no, they didn’t come out of the deal, simple as that. No one had seen his soft spots, and his buttons weren’t to be pushed. Too many had found out the hard way. The only one who could get away with it was his best friend who had known him since childhood Steve. More like a brother, and his only family left, at that. But it looked like he had a soft spot for you, letting you get away with dismissing these meetings, which is exactly why he needed to go himself: to show he wasn’t soft. To show that he could close the deal and his men lacked discipline when they fell to your kind charm. He’d go to this meeting and then wash his hands of the issue, making the deal he decided he had wanted months ago. He got into the back of his black town car and shut the door, directing the driver to start the long journey to the farm.

As he sat in the car, he wondered why the partition was up, as he heard singing faintly coming from the other side. He pushed the button for it to come down, to be greeted by a familiar pair of blue eyes that belonged to his best friend Steve and the back of Sam’s head.

“Oh heyyy boss. Fancy seeing you here,” Sam said keeping his eyes on the road and turning down the radio.

“Where’s Gio?” Bucky barked back.

“Oh calm down. He’s home relaxing with his family. Sam and I gave him the day off. Figured you’d need our help,” Steve said with a small shrug.

Bucky grumbled to himself something about being the boss while Steve and Sam exchanged a quick glance in the front seat before Sam spoke up again.

“Listen Boss, she’s already been through both of us. Obviously we can’t tell you how to succeed, but we can tell you what to expect going in there.”

“Plus we can remind you what we’re really here for and give you back-up none of us had the luxury of” Steve interjected, “the fact that you’ve waited this long shows you’ve got a soft spot for her, and we can’t afford to push this deal back any farther.”

Bucky knew that. He knew it was coming down to the wire “First off, I do not have a soft spot. Not since I was little, and you know that. I’d have anyone else’s head for even thinking such a thing. And second, if it’s so easy, why couldn’t you two have sealed this deal last month when you went, then? Huh?”

At that, Steve snapped his mouth shut and Sam kept his head forward, not daring to glance back at the mob boss whose jaw was clenched with anticipation.

“That’s what I thought. But go ahead, speak now or forever hold your peace, because when I go in there, I need to come out with a deal.”

He’d never let anyone besides his right-hand and number three men know how on edge he was for this meeting. He looked out the window hoping for the best and that his hard outer persona wouldn’t crack today as Sam and Steve started with their briefing.

When Sam pulled off of the pavement and onto the dirt driveway, Bucky’s eyes absorbed the rolling hills and abundant trees. It was beautiful, but nothing like his city. He enjoyed the tight spaces and routine rigidity of concrete. This was a different world. Her land was sprawling, far further than the crop fields sat. Acres for the cattle to graze and others that laid fallow. It was built over old mines. That’s why he wanted it all: for the tunnels. It would be so much easier to store and move his product, cutting transportation time and having discreet underground facilities if he could just strike a deal, but he’d finally met his match without even meeting her yet. A woman just as stubborn as him, but opposite in every other way.

Sam pulled up in front of a beautiful farm house. Modest, but chic and well cared for. Leaning against one of the posts that framed the front porch was her. Hair hidden under a cowgirl hat, well worn from work-filled days and in a flannel shirt, jeans, and boots showing even more mileage than the hat. Bucky looked out the window and let out a deep breath.

“Wish me luck, boys”

They both just nodded. A more than sufficient acknowledgment in their line of work. Bucky opened the car door and his red bottoms crunched the rocks beneath his feet as he sauntered over to her.

“Ms. Y/L/N. This has been a long time coming.”

“Indeed it has. Good to see you Mr. Barnes. And please, call me Y/N.” Her voice twanged.

Then she flashed him that smile, ugh how he hated that. She wasn’t even trying, but it made him feel an odd warmth that started deep in his chest. One that almost made it seem like it made his heart melt a little. A heart that was stuck in an ice age for as long as he could remember. Still, he couldn’t budge. He had to set an example for his men. How could he push an agenda he couldn’t fulfill? His thoughts continued to race as he stepped up to the bottom of the wooden steps leading to the porch. Not a good start with her literally having the high ground.

“Do your drivers want to come in? I don’t mind gettin’ them some refreshments while we chat.” She offered kindly. How was she so smooth? Bucky glanced back and Steve and Sam gawked at you though Steve’s window. Bucky made a mental note to have that tinted more so no one could see them embarrassing him and themselves in the future.

“No. They’re fine.” Bucky coldly, borderline spat back. “And you can call me by my name, as well, if we’re not doing last names. That’s mostly what I do with those I work closely with”

Bucky wanted to have a firm hand in these business dealings, but he wasn’t a total monster, plus, he knew in most cases, the more comfortable a client was, the more likely they’d give up benefits, sweetening up his own end of the deal. See? He was still working on wrapping you around his finger. He had this down, even if Steve and Sam didn’t think so. At least, that’s what he tried to convince himself as you nodded with a soft smile on your face and led him inside.

Bucky followed you past a living room, flanked by a functional and methodically laid out kitchen. That gave him a better idea of who he was working with: someone who meticulously planned their work environment. Someone who cared for every aspect no matter how small. Everything had a place and made sense. Nothing unnecessary was present and it seemed ergonomic, yet modern and classy, like everything about you. His gaze lingered as long as he could until he had to pull his head forward to continue following you down the hallway to your home office. Once again, practical and functional, with a few papers strewn around a laptop and your other useful desk features. You had everything you needed in arm’s reach, no need to tuck it away in drawers if you were constantly using it and you kept it organized enough that it wasn’t a stressful mess. You gestured for Bucky to take a seat on the couch across from you as you sat in your desk chair and flashed him a smile. Ugh there was that smile again, and this time it got him good and he couldn’t help but dopily smile back, not even aware of what his body was doing.

“James” oh how he hated when you called him that. Sure, it was his formal business name, but the way you said it made him grimace. Yeah, it sounded beautiful from your lips, but its use meant your weren’t close. And that’s all he wanted. Was for you to be close. Up against him, on top of him, engulfing him, drowning him. And he would happily accept that fate. Heck, he was drowning right now in these thoughts about you, but he clawed his way to the surface and shook his head to refocus as you said his name again, noticing his attention had drifted in favor to a blank stare at your lips. He knew with that slip-up, he had to regain control and take charge.

“Listen Honey, you’ve essentially been exterminating every guy I send in here and I don’t like it. All you are is sweet but somehow you’re turning down this deal like a bitter old man would” His sudden stern and almost condescending tone was a huge juxtaposition to the wonderland face you had noticed moments ago. You didn’t like that one bit. Being an independent woman who ran a successful business, you were used to men trying to stomp on you until they had their way. You didn’t stand for it with all of Bucky’s underlings and you weren’t going to stand for it now. You’d regain control and keep your calm demeanor, because you’re that much better than all these other mediocre men in business you dealt with all too often.

“First off, James. Let’s not get into extermination or pesticides. That’s far too complicated of an issue for right now, especially if you don’t understand the simple terms I so graciously asked you for. And if you wanna call something honey, you better be referring to my beehives on the south side of the property. Now, I just want to talk to you so you can see where I’m coming from” you said was a sickeningly sweet smile. He could see it didn’t reach your eyes, still filled with fire and not backing down. But dang if your tone still didn’t match the new nickname he’s given you. Sweet and thick. Bucky for the first time found himself listening to demands from another. He settled down into the couch cushions as you pulled out the contract you’d drafted yourself.

Bucky raised his hands in surrender. “Alright, fine. By all means, let’s get down to business. I wanna see what’s been giving all my men such a hard time that you’ve had to come directly to me.”

Bucky leaned forward to grab the contract from your hands. He flipped through the pages, most of it was identical to what he’d drafted, besides you inflating the numbers. He could handle that, but the last line he saw made his neck muscles go limp as he dropped his head.

“James Barnes will work and stay at the farm for one month’s time, uninterrupted, to learn the gravity, value, and hard work associated with operations.”

He should’ve known, but what was one month? If he was going rn use the mines, he may as well see all the land and livestock that could be affected if things went awry. He’s been doing this job for years, anyway. Maybe he needed the break. He’s sure Steve could control everything else, right? He wouldn’t have waited so long for this deal had he not needed the mine shafts. Your smooth voice broke him out of his thoughts.

“So… what’ll it be, James?”

He looked up at you through his lashes with a smirk you couldn’t quite read as you returned your own smirk, knowing what this meeting meant. Knowing that he wouldn’t have come in person unless he really wanted to make a deal happen.

“Sure Honey, whatever you want”

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[sautetheshroom]

Forgive me. I wrote this when it was late and I was tired.

Despite all of the everything cTubbo has ever gone through, one of the more disturbing things he thinks he’s been told was from cWilbur.

It was in Pogtopia, before Tubbo’s execution. Wilbur was angry (he often was), down the deep end of a bout of paranoia. Technoblade didn’t want to deal with his shit and Tommy was off hiding somewhere, pretending everything was fine. So, Tubbo took calming Wilbur down into his own hands.

Wilbur told him to fuck off or he’d turn him into glue.

Tommy laughed about it later when Tubbo told him. Hell, Tubbo laughed too. But it stuck with him, and for a couple reasons.

One: Wilbur said it completely seriously. It’s haunted Tubbo knowing that, on more than one level, he is certain Wilbur meant it when he said it.

Two: It was such a specific threat for Wilbur to throw at Tubbo. To throw at one of the few hooved people he knew.

Three: It was those two things together with the fact that Wilbur was one of the closest people Tubbo had to family. At least, Tubbo saw him that way. Coming from any other horrible person on the server, it wouldn’t have stuck. But it wasn’t some random asshole. It was his family.

It wasn’t Wilbur telling him to fuck off and making a joke in poor taste.

It was a member of his family telling him that he didn’t trust him, didn’t care about him, and didn’t see him as an equal.

The roasted chevon comments Wilbur tossed his way only a few short months later probably didn’t help how he looked back on that comment, though.

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Small thought, what would mob boss sam react/do if reader ever got seriously hurt by somebody or kidnapped? Sammy going on a rampage for sure 😭

oh for sure, i think this will basically unleash the most brutal and relentless form of sam. you being her most treasured and her safe haven, it's obvious how her sanity depends on you. she won't even let other people ogle or flirt with you by the slightest and chooses to give them an immediate death sentence. it only says that she'll have a horrifying episode from you being forcefully taken apart from her 😭

sam will most likely pull all her string of connections to be properly armed, storming to the place you're held in once she got it pinpointed, not even caring whether it was a trap or not, all because she's thinking of you. she'll be reckless enough to ignore her own consigliere's advice, bringing concern to the family she's in because she's risking a whole multitude of organization and operations within - just for one person.

ALSO i think (i haven't mentioned this but) it's perfect that tara is her consigliere because sam wouldn't trust anyone else other than her own blood who had experience the same tradition and upbringing as hers. after all, the rest of the family doesn't give a fuck about anything else but the work that is brought in and climbing up to the hierarchy. so she ends up listening. (much to everyone's relief!)

her sister would say something like "are you out of your mind? this carnage isn't doing anyone good - that includes you, sam. only one result comes out of this and that heavily implies your death. you're not immortal. (y/n) is barely going to survive either way with that headspace of yours!" and that ultimately pushes her to sober up because tara is right, sam needs to strategize - quickly and smoothly as she can. then, sam will make sure as hell to enjoy mutilating the person who kidnapped/hurt you.