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Spaceballs 2 was announced!! 🥰

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Hey guys………does anyone wanna draw Darry in this hoodie?

Idk I think he’d rock it personally

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I love the details! I could practically see the sun setting in my mind as I read it! 🥰🥰

7 Summers (QH43)

Prologue: Tough Decisions

Pairing: Quinn Hughes x Reader

Warnings: drinking, allusions to depression/anxiety, allusions to quinn being a jerk (hmm, I wonder if this will be expanded on later...), cursing

WC: 4.7k (disclaimer that the chapters to come will likely be much longer - this is just the prologue!)

A/N: this idea has been living in my head for awhile after listening to 7 Summers by Morgan Wallen (maybe go give it a listen btw!) bc I feel like it is incredibly quinn coded. This will be a multipart series. this prologue is kind of a setup to give some background info on you, the reader.

the warmest of shoutouts to the biggest morgan wallen fan i know, @lovesickhughes, for hyping this up when I shared my idea with her and for always supporting me behind the scenes. much love for you Liv!

As always, thank you for reading & my inbox is always open for your thoughts hehehe <3

March 14th, 2025 - NYC

“What do you mean fired!?” Your mother’s voice was shrill and pitchy over the line, akin to a fork scraping across fine china. It only made your impending migraine worsen.

You take a deep breath–literally take a moment to breathe in through your nose and out through your mouth, warm air expelling from your lips–before responding. After the day you had, the last thing you wanted was to say something you didn’t mean to your mom. She meant well.

“I mean,” you slam the fridge shut, placing a bottle of unopened strawberry wine atop your kitchen island, “They fired me mom. I don’t know how else to put it.” You rifle through a drawer, looking for the wine opener. “I could use the term ‘let go’ if that helps?”

You hear your father scoff on the other end, the sound cutting through your mom’s silent disbelief. The phone is tucked between your shoulder and ear as you struggle to unscrew the cork from the bottle, hands sweaty.

“I-I get that, it’s just…” her voice wavers over the phone, and you can tell she’s choosing her words carefully, “I mean, that’s so sudden! Did they give you a reason?”

Oh, they gave me many reasons. 

“Mostly the usual bullshit,” You huff, finally twist the cork off with a loud pop, “Someone from HR–who I’ve never met before by the way, Kevin,” Your boss, who you thought was your friend, “Didn’t even have the decency to tell me himself–sat me down and gave me this long spiel about how they were having to make some ‘tough decisions’ due to budget cuts.”

You pour the drink, pink and frothy, into a comically large wine glass (the size seemed perfect for this occasion) you had gotten during a game of white elephant at a Christmas party years ago. The memory soured when you recalled that it had been a work Christmas party. 

The silence from the other end of the line encourages you to continue your rant: “They said something about needing to downsize staff–merging departments–all that junk.” You take a break to gulp down some of the wine, sweeter than expected. 

“But then–Oh I’m gonna get mad again.” You set down the glass with a loud clink to take a lap around your apartment.

“Okay okay, well we don’t have to talk about it right n–”

“Then! Then, they told me the company was shifting more of their focus to multimedia content and that since my area of expertise was just journalism–just sports writing–and since we already have so many senior sports writers–that they were having to make some tough decisions.” You repeat that part again for good measure. For some reason, that phrasing had upset you the most. 

“What?” Your mother had found her voice again, “You’ve been with them for 5 years! I mean, you’re practically a senior writer at this point.”

Your walk around the apartment comes to an end as you find your place back at the island, “Yeah well, 5 years is a drop in the bucket compared to some of the other guys.” Another swig of wine followed. 

“I’m sorry honey,” It's finally your dad’s turn to pipe up now, “And you’re right, it is bullshit. It’s not fair. We know how much you love what you do.”

“Love” as strong of a word as it was–was somehow still an understatement. The only thing you loved more than sports was writing about them. Loved weaving intricate narratives about everything from baseball to hockey. It has become your entire purpose–it pervaded every facet of your life, evident by the wine glass sitting in front of you–and now? Well, what were you now?

Suddenly, it was as if your countless years of work–of experience you had sought after–didn’t matter. Countless hours spent in the library and a handful of recommendations from your favorite professors had landed you the internship at your (former) company during your senior year at NYU. And after exceeding everyone’s expectations, they had actually offered you a job at the end of your internship. From there, you had spent an innumerable number of days traveling across New York attending Jets, Nets, Knicks, Rangers, Yankees, Mets, Islanders, Sabres, Bills, Giants, Dodgers, Liberty, and Sirens games. Interviewing players, attending events, and tapping away at your laptop from sundown to sunup. Had sacrificed an ungodly amount of sleep to climb your way up to a respectable position at work. 

But you did it all because you were devoted to your work.

But now? 

A sharp pang in your head halts your spiral, the migraine finally fully setting in. 

“Y/N?” Hearing your mom’s voice reminds you that you haven’t spoken in a few minutes.

“Yeah…m’still here.”

Another beat of silence passes, and you imagine your parents exchanging a look with each other, both of them seated comfortably in their living room as they try to find the right words to say.

“You know you’re always welcome to come home for awhile–”

“Mom.”

“I know, I know but hon…do you have a backup plan? We know you want to stay in New York, but you don’t want to settle for a job you hate–one you’re…overqualified for–just to keep a roof over your head.” Your lips find the rim of your glass before responding, letting more of the wine flow down your throat.

Wait, won’t this just make my headache worse?

“I can’t come back home.” Your answer is short, sharp.

“But we–” your mother’s gentle voice is interrupted by your dad’s more forceful tone: “Y/N, don’t be ridiculous. You said you’ve been struggling to pay rent as it is.” You grip the neck of the wine glass harder as he continues:

“There’s no shame in coming home for a while until you get back on your feet, find another job. Hell, it’ll probably do you some good to be back here for awhile–god knows we haven’t seen you since–what?--December?”

“Dear…” your mom chides your father and it almost makes you smile. Almost.

As much as you hate to admit it, they were right. And as much as you loved your job, you didn’t love the paycheck that came with it. Journalism was a dying profession–apparently even more so than you thought, considering how you weren’t even a journalist anymore.

Now you really couldn’t afford this apartment, couldn’t afford to put food on the table (save for the 99¢ ramen), and couldn’t afford to pay back your mountain of student loans. Your folks were right–you were fucked. 

It’s not that you detested the idea of moving back in with your parents (as embarrassing as you found it). Your parents were loving, supportive of you even from a distance. 

What you detested were the memories that came with home. With the lake. With summers. 

What you detested was the possibility of coming face to face with one of those memories. 

“Y/N,” Your dad’s voice calls out from the phone once more, “Come on hon, just come home.”

A shaky exhale stumbles from your mouth, a few tears slipping out along with it, leaving you thankful you had suggested a phone call and not a FaceTime. 

“It’s not that I’m ashamed or anything,” which was a half-lie–because you honestly were, “I’m scared. I don’t want to see him.”

A long silence from the other end of the line makes you immediately regret bringing him up in the first place. You can almost imagine your parents, huddled on the couch together, exchanging equally surprised looks over the fact that you had even dared to mention him.

They couldn’t remember the last time you had spoken Quinn Hughes’ name.

Your mom is the first one who ventures to speak, “I get that but…Y/N, it’s been years–”

“But he’ll be there. Won’t he? He comes home every summer. I know you two still keep up with his family…” You have to make a conscious effort to speak clearly, willing your voice not to shake. It’s maddening.

Your dad sighs.

“I know–I know it’s…” Pathetic, you think to yourself, “I just…can’t. Can’t risk seeing him.”

“We understand,” Your mother’s voice is firm, more resolute, “I know he is the last person on the face of this earth you’d wanna see. I don’t blame you sweetie! But…you have to be realistic. You don’t have many other options here…”

Instead of replying, you pour the rest of the wine in your glass down the sink drain. You didn’t need to be drunk during this conversation, and the pounding in your head had gotten even worse with the mention of…him.

As stubborn as you may be, you were a realist. And realistically, you could not stay here. Not unless you squatted. Wait.

Could be something to consider. What are New York’s squatting laws?

Okay, stop. Just stop.

You clutch your head, massaging your temples. Take a deep breath. We’re going home.

You can make it what, four–five months without seeing him. Right? Then, he’ll be back in Vancouver. I can find another job during that time…

“My lease is up at the end of the month…” your bleary eyes find their way to the calendar hung up on the fridge. Two weeks. How convenient. 

“But if I see him…”

Your dad sighs, and this time it’s not frustration, but something gentler. Understanding. “Sweetheart, you can’t let that stop you from coming home.” he says firmly. “We’ll figure something out. You come home, take a breath. And we’ll figure it out from there.”

You nod, even though they can’t see it. “Okay…” Releasing your white knuckle grip from the countertop, you continue: “I’ll look for plane tickets back to Michigan. I don’t have that many clothes...I can probably donate some of this…junk anyway. And whatever I can’t fit in the suitcase I think I can just mail back…” You glance around your apartment as if some solution you haven’t previously considered will appear, effectively saving you from having to move home. It doesn’t.

“So, yeah….” you trail off lamely, rub at your eyes. 

“I know this is a tough decision Y/N, but it’s the right one,” Your mom sounds like she’s attempting to hide the slight glee in her voice at the promise of you moving back home. 

There’s that phrase again.

“Yeah, I just…” You could use a million words in an attempt to describe the whirlwind of emotions you were feeling right now, but nothing could possibly come close.

“I’m just tired,” you finally settle on that. Tired. And it's not just about today. It’s everything. 

“We know, hon,” your mom says quietly. “We’ve got you. Just get through the next two weeks, okay?”

You nod, even though they can’t see it. “Okay.”

The call finally ends, after a barrage of encouragement from your understandably worried parents, and the silence in your apartment has never felt so loud. 

Maybe it was the alcohol in your system, or maybe it was the heavy silence pressing in on you, but Quinn floated into your mind once more.

He had a funny way of doing that–even after all these years–at the worst possible moments. He had a knack for that, even after all these years–showing up uninvited, always at the worst times. Holidays. Birthdays. Awkward first dates with guys who were everything but him. Loud nights out with your friends, laughter echoing around you while your mind drifted elsewhere.

You always thought of him when you drank too much. So why did you open that bottle of wine?

You lie down on your floor, the room beginning to feel too small. The plush carpet, tickles your neck, and you try not to think of how dirty it probably is. Staring up at the ceiling, you count the cracks in the plaster–anything to keep your mind from wandering, though it already has.

“Is college scary?” Your voice comes out quiet from beside Quinn, and he has to strain to hear you over the sounds of jet skis and boats zipping across the lake.

The sky was turning the color of old film–faded gold, streaked with a burnt orange at the edges. The lake below caught the setting sun on the horizon, turning it molten.

He scoffs, “Why? You thinkin’ of dropping out before it’s even started?” 

When you don’t answer, Quinn turns his attention to you.

You sit beside him on the dock, one knee tucked to your chest, the other leg hanging loose over the edge, toes skimming the sun-warmed surface of the lake. You won’t look at him–can practically feel his eyes burning holes into your head.

Quinn frowns, nudges you with his shoulder, “Hey, what’s up?”

“Nothing–forget it,” you mutter to him, tracing the warm wood of the dock with your fingertip.

“No, it’s not nothing,” Quinn imitates your gloomy tone, “Tell me.”

You shrug, the movement barely more than a twitch. “It just feels like everything’s about to change.”

Quinn clears his throat, mouth going dry. “That’s ‘cause it is.”

“That’s reassuring, Q.”

“Well–I mean,” He leans back, bracing his palms on the dock, “In like a good way, you know? Sure it’ll be different at first…but this is what you’ve always wanted, right?”

You sigh, so forcefully that it blows a strand of hair out of your face, “Yeah…but now it’s–like–really here. And I’m just–I’m having so many second thoughts and–”

“Y/N,” Quinn interrupts your spiral, “You’re allowed to be scared, but it doesn’t mean you aren’t ready for this.”

You glance at him then, finally, eyes searching his face for something solid to hold onto. He’s not smiling, not teasing you like usual. He’s just… there. Steady.

You hum thoughtfully, and Quinn watches as your eyes follow a boat cutting across the water like a knife, leaving ripples in its wake. His attention lingers on you for a moment, watching how your eyes squint to take in the scene before you. Watching how the sunset threads through your hair, setting it aglow with fleeting light. Watching the steady rise and fall of your chest, seemingly at ease now.

“Seriously,” Quinn finally adds, and you can hear the smile in his voice, “You’ve worked your ass off too much not to enjoy this.” Quinn places his hand atop of yours that rests on the dock, warm fingers wrapping around you. 

“When did you get all wise and mature?” You murmur, side-eyeing him with a small smirk.

“Isn’t that like…my thing?” Quinn replies, as smug as ever.

That makes you laugh, loud and real, leaving Quinn to smile.

A comfortable silence stretches between the two of you, interrupted only by the sound of the water rippling against the wood of the dock.

Quinn’s hand is still on yours.

“I don’t want some things to change.” You whisper, turning your head to finally meet his gaze.

His blue-green eyes find yours, expression shifting into something serious, almost unreadable. Your throat tightens. 

“Some things don’t have to.” Quinn whispers back. His voice is soft in a way only he can be. And you believe him.

You shake your head in an attempt to rid yourself of the unwanted memory, the carpet itching your neck again.

“Fuck this,” clambering to your feet, you survey the apartment that you’ve called home for 5 years. 

Two weeks. You had two weeks to pack up your entire life and move it all back to Michigan. 

Might as well start now, you figured, glancing at the clock–9:43 p.m.

After all, there were worse things to dwell on.

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April 23rd, 2025 - Vancouver, BC

Quinn’s apartment is dark, illuminated only by the screen of his phone, displaying his mom on the other end, hundreds of miles away. As Quinn’s season had drawn to a close, their calls had only picked up with frequency, as though Ellen could sense that he wanted–needed–an outlet.

“So have you started packing?” She asks, half-joking. 

“I’m actually all packed up,” he breathes, voice tinged with sleep. 

“What!?” Ellen turns her full attention towards her eldest, “Luke just got home yesterday!”

His youngest brother had already returned home amidst round one of the Stanley Cup Playoffs after an unfortunate injury in game one against the Hurricanes. With both of his brother’s home for the summer, Quinn felt like there was nothing left tethering him to Vancouver. The sooner he could get home, the better.

“Yeah, well…” He runs a hand over his face, pulling at the skin of his eyelids. A bad habit. “With the season I had, I just wanna be home already mom.”

Quinn closes his eyes for a moment, and can practically hear the lapping waters of the lake back home in Michigan. 

He doesn’t just want to go home, he needs to be home. 

Ellen gives him a look, laced with understanding and sympathy that Quinn can’t see, his eyes still closed. “I know Quinn…”

His silence stretches on, and Ellen can tell he doesn’t want to linger on the topic any longer, not eager to relive his own chaotic season.

“Well, you’ll never guess who’s home righ–”

“Up-Up-Up!” Jack’s voice cuts through his mother’s, cutting her off. Quinn raises an eyebrow. How long had he been there?

“Who’s ho–”

“Hey Quinny,” Jack grins, suddenly appearing from his hiding spot. “Did you see that trade rumor about Petey? Guy’s about to be on the moon the way people are talking.”

The absurdity of Jack’s sudden outburst was enough to make Quinn forget what he and his mom had been talking about. In any other circumstance, trade rumors would be the absolute last thing Quinn wanted to talk about–it was different coming from Jack. Quinn exhales a short laugh despite himself, the weight in his chest loosening slightly. “No, what now?”

“Some Canucks blogger swears he’s going to the Rangers during the off-season. Insane, right? That like…defeats the whole purpose of…well, you know.”

Quinn just chuckles, runs a hand over his face again. Ellen gives Jack a look, imperceptible to Quinn from over the phone. 

“Don’t tell him.” Jack silently mouths to his mom, angling the phone screen away from his face for just a moment. Ellen gives a slight upturn of her head, as if to say she understands–though she doesn’t–not really.

Why wouldn’t Quinn want to know Y/N was in town?

Ellen had spoken to Y/N’s mother a few weeks ago, had caught her during an early morning walk in the neighborhood. As the two strolled on, Y/N’s mother had let it slip that her daughter would be moving back home. Then, the flood gates had opened, and Ellen had become privy to Y/N’s newfound unemployment fiasco.

Her mom was quite the talker.

In all honesty, Ellen was somewhat looking forward to your return. She hadn’t seen you in–what, seven years now? The girl who had grown up alongside her own children as the summer’s went by, her life unfolding before her eyes–just across the street. She had watched Y/N and her eldest son’s friendship grow and change, swell and settle into something unspoken by the time they hit seventeen–something neither of them had ever really named. But Ellen saw it. They all had. Even Luke, oblivious as he was as a child, had once asked, “So, are they, like… a thing or not?”

But that was a long time ago. And things had changed. 

Ellen shifts her focus back to her eldest, watching the subtle way his features soften with Jack's easy distraction. He looks tired, in a way that isn’t just physical. Worn in the soul.

Jack is still talking–doing his best to keep Quinn’s mood light. It’s working, in the half-hearted way younger brothers always manage to. Quinn even smiles, briefly.

Jack’s ranting finally trails off, a comfortable silence settling over the family. 

“Well, I know it’s late there,” Ellen takes the phone from Jack, reluctant to end her call with Quinn but wanting him to get the sleep he clearly needs. “We’ll let you sleep, and we’ll see you soon! In…?”

“My flight is scheduled for the end of the week. I’m coming in on Saturday.” 

“Perfect! Lukey and I will pick you up from the airport.” Jack pipes up, leaving Quinn’s field of vision once more to disappear into some corner of the lake house.

He just sighs, too tired to argue.

When the call finally ends, Quinn is plunged into the darkness of his apartment once more, the low glow of the city peeking out from behind his curtains. He’s alone. Really alone, and the silence is almost too much for him. 

The apartment is still, and not in a peaceful way. It’s the kind of still that feels heavy. Like the air itself knows he doesn’t want to be here anymore. Quinn settles further into bed, runs a tired hand over his face again, then lets it fall limply to his chest.

His duffel bags are lined up neatly by the door, already zipped shut. There’s nothing left in the fridge but half a protein shake and a jar of pickles he hasn’t touched in months. The season ended some time ago, but it still feels like he's stuck on the ice–skating in circles, going nowhere.

His teammates were either home or already on vacations with girlfriends, wives, fiancées–people waiting for them. People to miss them. Quinn’s only company had been an empty apartment, his own anxiety, and now the echo of his mom’s voice trying not to sound too worried.

He feels like he’s been holding his breath since October.

The season had ended in a blur–early, disappointing, and loud in all the wrong ways. The press, the expectations, the weight of a captaincy that felt more like a cage than a crown. Quinn smiled when he needed to. Said the right things. Held it together. But the cracks were there.

Quinn finally closed his eyes, letting the darkness settle over him as he imagines the lake–the way the breeze smells like pine and freshwater and a little bit like childhood. He thinks of Jack, Luke, his parents, the handful of friends they had invited over the years to spend summers with them. And then, just before sleep tugs him under, he thinks of her.

She'd lived just across the street–always there, every summer, like muscle memory. She had a way of slipping into his thoughts when he was too tired to guard them. When his defenses were down and his heart too full or too empty to fight it.

He doesn’t know if he dreads the memory of you or quietly waits for it. Maybe both.

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“Alright,” Ellen’s voice echoes throughout the house, prompting Jack to sheepishly return to the kitchen,

“What was that?” She asks, her tone dripping with suspicion.

The middle child reappears with a not-so-innocent grin on his face, followed by Luke, who was oblivious to the conversation that had just taken place.

“What was what?” Jack feigns innocence. 

“Why didn’t you want me to tell Quinn that Y/N is back home?”

Luke shoots Jack a look, eyebrows raised.

“It’s a long story mom…” Jack sighs, looking to his younger brother for assistance.

“Well, good thing we’ve got all the time in the world!” Ellen turns back to her meal prep, urging Jack to continue.

Luke opts to stay quiet, continuing into the kitchen. He opens the pantry in search of a snack that will surely spoil his dinner, all while carefully avoiding eye contact with his brother. Jack sighs and rolls his eyes. Typical.

“Okay well,” Jack huffs, leaning against the counter carefully, not putting too much pressure on the arm attached to his still-healing shoulder, “We don’t know the full story but…you know they used to be inseparable? Like every summer, attached to the hip?”

Ellen hums in acknowledgment, her knife slowing on the cutting board. “Of course I remember. I practically raised that girl alongside you boys.”

“Right, well…” Jack pauses, trying to find the right words. “Luke and I are like…99.9% sure that something was going on between those two. Like… more-than-friends kind of thing.”

His mom doesn’t miss a beat, “Obviously.”

Jack beams, “Yes! Obviously–thank you!”

Luke snorts from inside the pantry. “We all knew, Jack. It wasn’t subtle.”

“Anyways,” Jack continues, “You remember the party we had here for Quinn–the summer he got drafted? He said Y/N couldn’t make it because she had some orientation to go to at NYU?”

Ellen looks up now, brows drawn and nodding.

“Well, I texted her about it after–just to tell her we missed her–and she was here! In town! She said Quinn didn’t invite her–and even told her–Mom get this–he told her NOT to come!” Jack is practically vibrating from recounting the drama. 

He would never admit to it himself, but Jack Hughes was a gossip.

Ellen fully halts her cutting, a frown gracing her features now. “What? That doesn’t sound like Quinn.”

“No,” Jack agrees. “But apparently it’s what he did.” Y/N had no reason to lie about such a thing–nothing to gain. But the thought of Quinn doing that to her of all people? It was inconceivable. 

“And then everything else just went downhill from there. Y/N tried to keep in touch but Quinn just ghosted her–stopped talking to her I mean.” Jack continues, more bluntly, “I mean, he didn’t call her–didn’t apologize. Didn’t ask her to visit him, didn’t offer to visit her. It’s like…after that last summer ended, he just decided it’d be easier to pretend she was never here.” Jack finally finishes, letting Ellen digest his words.

Luke finally speaks up, mouth full of a granola bar, “I’d bet that’s why she hasn’t been back since.”

“Uhhh, yeah! Ya think?” Jack shoots back in a mocking tone.

Ellen doesn’t respond right away.

One hand resting gently on the edge of the counter, the other clutching the knife a little too tightly. Her jaw tenses ever so slightly, and for a moment, she looks like she’s weighing something. Measuring what to say next.

“I didn’t know,” she finally says. It’s quiet, more to herself than to either of her sons. “I thought maybe… they just drifted.”

“Yeah, well,” Jack mutters, sinking into one of the kitchen stools, “I don’t think she had much of a choice but to drift.”

The kitchen feels too quiet now, despite the clatter of Ellen’s knife against the cutting board and the low hum of the fridge. Jack drums his fingers on the counter, restless energy buzzing just under his skin.

“I still think it’s a bad idea,” he mutters. “Telling him now.”

Ellen pauses, giving him a look. “So what, Jack? You want him blindsided? Walk out on the dock and–boom–there she is? That’s worse.”

“And how do you think Y/N would feel?” Luke adds.

Jack opens his mouth, then closes it again. He hates that they’re right. Hates even more that he doesn’t know what is right anymore.

Luke finally finishes his granola bar and dusts his hands off. “I mean, maybe they won’t even see each other. She’s only here for a little while, right?”

“No,” Ellen says quietly, depositing the chopped vegetables into a bowl. “She’s not just visiting. She’s moving back. At least for now.”

That lands heavier than anything else so far. Luke’s eyes widen and Jack’s head snaps up, “What!?”

Ellen nods, solemn. “Her mom told me. She lost her job in New York and can’t afford her apartment now. She’s staying until she figures things out.”

Jack lets out a low whistle. “Shit.”

Luke looks between the two of them, brow furrowed. “So… they are gonna see each other.”

Ellen leans against the counter, folding her arms. “Eventually.”

The three Hughes fall into silence. Not the kind that’s comfortable. 

Jack stares out the window, where the cul-de-sac is illuminated by street lamps, a soft glow spreading through the neighborhood and mingling with the setting sun. Your house sits across the street, as it had for years.

“Quinn doesn’t even say her name anymore,” he says quietly.

Ellen just sighs, eyes following her son’s which rest on the house across from them. 

Summer hadn’t even started yet, and it was already shaping up to be one that everyone would remember. For better or for worse.

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Captain’s Bet:

Quinn Hughes x Amanda ‘Trouble’ Hamilton

Summary: Quinn broke up with his girlfriend and to get him back on the saddle, Brock and Lizzie try to set him up with Brock’s childhood best friend, who’s known for being trouble thinking that maybe some chaos in Quinn’s life will help him get over his ex. The friendship starts a little rocky, but eventually the fine line of love and hate is crossed when they make a secret bet between the two to get their friends off their backs about dating and trying to change Trouble’s view on love.

Warnings: mentions of cheating, bad past relationships, accusations of being a slut (male/female- we do NOT slut shame here), relationship started as a bet, messy break up, unhealthy coping mechanisms, cursing, suggestive comments and scenes.

A/N 1: heart breaker oc, I will NOT write smut. Inaccurate hockey descriptions (I’m trying, I’m still new to the hockey world)

A/N 2: if you don’t like this fic, I don’t really give a fuck. This is for myself and I won’t be bullied or whatever by some anonymous asshole. If you got something to say, say it with your chest.

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Captain’s Bet:

Quinn Hughes x Amanda ‘Trouble’ Hamilton

Summary: Quinn broke up with his girlfriend and to get him back on the saddle, Brock and Lizzie try to set him up with Brock’s childhood best friend, who’s known for being trouble thinking that maybe some chaos in Quinn’s life will help him get over his ex. The friendship starts a little rocky, but eventually the fine line of love and hate is crossed when they make a secret bet between the two to get their friends off their backs about dating and trying to change Trouble’s view on love.

Warnings: mentions of cheating, bad past relationships, accusations of being a slut (male/female- we do NOT slut shame here), relationship started as a bet, messy break up, unhealthy coping mechanisms, cursing, suggestive comments and scenes.

A/N 1: heart breaker oc, I will NOT write smut. Inaccurate hockey descriptions (I’m trying, I’m still new to the hockey world)

A/N 2: if you don’t like this fic, I don’t really give a fuck. This is for myself and I won’t be bullied or whatever by some anonymous asshole. If you got something to say, say it with your chest.

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I sat on the barstool at the island in the kitchen at the Boeser household.

I held my hand to my head trying to put pressure on the appending headache I was sure to have along with scrapes and bruises from my tumble to the hard concrete.

Liz gave me a friendly smile as she handed over an ice pack and pain meds.

The smile quickly turned into a smirk when Brock finally sat down beside me as Elias took the other seat.

“So,” she drags the word out, playful and knowingly, “I heard you met Trouble today.”

“I wouldn’t call it ‘met’, but okay,” I popped my shoulders, moving the ice to my other hand to let the other warm up.

“Well she pranked you, which in Trouble language means she likes you,” laughed Brock, patting me on the shoulder gently.

“Oh so this is playground bullshit, should I pull her pigtail next time I see her? Maybe push her down the slide,” I sassed, brows cocked in question.

“No, but usually she’s really shy when meeting new people or anyone in the league.”

“Why?”

“Trouble knows what she looks like to the community and doesn’t wanna play to that standard.”

Lizzie hands each of us at the island a cup of coffee, turns away and gets creamer and sugar from the fridge and cabinets before placing those on the counter too.

“What standard?”

The trio rolled their eyes at my question. Brock grabs the creamer and pours some into his mug and offers Elias and me the container.

I take it from his hands and pour a little into my own mug, and look at Elias before giving the creamer to him.

Lizzie places out plates and nods to the stove, where she’s prepared a buffet of breakfast foods for us.

She makes her own plate before sitting down on the other side of Brock.

He leans over and kisses her cheek as a ‘thank you.’

“Blonde hair, blue eyes, and hangs out with hockey players… do the math Huggy,” sassed Brock, taking a pull of his coffee.

I popped my brow, opening my mouth to comment when Liz beat me to it.

“Please, Trouble is anything but a puck bunny,” replied Lizzie, shaking her head as she laughs.

Brock stands and makes his own plate, Elias following his lead and doing the same.

“I know that and she does too, but Trouble doesn’t want to get seen as one. Once the media and fans see her with us then the rumors and all that fun shit will start.”

“Is that why we’ve never met her, until today I mean,” asked Elias as he scooped up some eggs and put them on his plate.

Brock nods, taking the spoon from him and adding eggs to his already hefty plate.

“I keep telling Trouble that the team would love her, but she just doesn’t want the drama and ridicule that comes with being a friend of someone famous.”

Brock sits back down after grabbing forks and lays two on the counter, one for Elias and the other for me.

Elias takes the silverware and sits in his spot at the island again.

“I thought she said that she’s been to games before? How’d she sneak up to the family box without being seen,” I questioned with my brows popped.

“Trouble doesn’t go up there, she’s in the crowd with Lizzie,” Brock pops a shoulder as he takes a bite of his eggs.

Liz nods, takes a pull of her coffee before speaking, “Yeah, when I can convince her to come to the games she’s right by my side in the crowd with either a funny sign or a fathead of him to get Brock’s attention.”

“We see him skate over to you and always thought that the woman next to you was a fan,” laughed Elias.

“Hiding under plain sight,” nods Brock as he takes another bite.

I stand and make my way over to the plates and silverware to grab some breakfast.

“Plus we don’t really post with her and we respect her wish on being left out of pictures and tags.”

I settle back into my barstool and take a bite, nodding my head in understanding. Elias hums his agreement as he drinks his coffee.

The couple share a smirk before Lizzie turns to face me as best she can given the wall her husband is.

“Maybe if a certain someone, I don’t know, say a Captain of a hockey team were to ask her, she’d go support him from the family box?”

The blond idiots laugh at her blunt proposal.

I popped a brow, “No, she’s your guys’ friend, you ask her.”

Lizzie sighs loudly, “C’mon Quinn, you're her type! She’d have a really hard time saying no to you!”

“Yeah, she would, Trouble can’t say no to guys that look like you,” added Brock with a laugh.

I laugh as I shake my head, “Absolutely not. I don't see that happening you guys. Can we talk about something else now?”

The couple sighs loudly, as if disappointed, but lets us change the conversation to anything other than Trouble. I saw the look exchanged between Brock and Lizzie and knew that it would come up again.

But I was determined to shut the idea down. There was no need to hurry and find a new girlfriend, not after how badly the last one ended.

I wasn’t looking, I didn’t want another relationship either. At this point it would just be a rebound, a mistake that can only end in heartbreak.

Even if I really did like her, it's just too soon anyway. Trouble’s a nice girl, someone I can maybe see something starting with, but it’s not gonna happen.

And if something did and it ended badly, then Brock and Lizzie would have to pick sides, something that I don’t want to happen and I’m sure neither does she.

I shake my head to clear those thoughts.

I need to focus on the season, that’s what’s important right now, not my disastrous love life.

After we ate, Brock, Elias, and I helped Lizzie clean the leftovers and put away dishes before we sat in the living room and watched film of a recent game.

Hours passed and it was lunch time, Lizzie offered to make us something but Elias and I declined.

I had things to do back at my apartment before the day was over, so I said my goodbyes and left.

When I arrived back home, I put my duffle away and threw myself on the couch.

I thought back to this morning when I met Trouble and what Brock and Lizzie said, about me being her type.

I’m not saying Trouble’s not unattractive, but I’m the wrong guy if she wants to stay out of the spotlight and the puck bunny image.

I mean, really, I’m the absolute worst guy for that.

I’m captain of the team, my brothers and I are always in the media.

She’d have to be a ghost not to be seen with us and that’s not fair on either of our parts.

Why am I even worried about this, nothings gonna happen. I think, rolling my eyes.

The whole night is spent trying to come up with ways to make her hate me. I know this will put a crack in my friendship with Brock and Lizzie, but so will Trouble and I dating.

If we end up together and break up, they’ll have to choose and I don’t wanna be the reason for that.

And if that bonehead Brock can see the obvious attraction we have for each other, then everyone else can too.

Damn it!

The next morning was Hell to say the least. I got maybe an hour or two of sleep while my mind ran scenarios on several different things. The most of which were of her and this morning.

Looking back now, I can’t help but laugh. It was a good prank, I’ll give her that. Jack and Luke would be on the ground rolling if they saw or heard about it.

As I get ready to go to the arena, I’m hoping that Brock or Elias hasn’t told the team about my meeting Trouble. I can take the chirps from both of them, but the team will be on my ass for months.

Or until they badger Brock enough and meet her themselves. Which could take a while the way he tells it. Trouble isn’t willing to be in the limelight yet, or at all.

When I get in the locker room, I can tell by the smirks on their faces that they know. Rolling my eyes as Brock jogs to me, slapping a hand to my back and laughs.

“So I told the team about the little prank Troubs pulled yesterday,” he pointed out.

“Couldn’t tell,” I sassed, nodding my head as he laughed again.

“Oh don’t be like that Huggy! It’s just a harmless prank,” he jested. Patting my back playfully as he went back to his own cubby to get ready for practice.

I rolled my eyes, setting down my duffle roughly and started getting ready myself. As soon as my skates hit the ice, my mind focuses on what coach wants us to work on before our next game.

It only lasts a few minutes as we’re all gathered around Tocchet as he explains what drills we’re doing and breaking off into groups to run them that the chirps start.

At first it’s just Brock and Elias, but the others join in too when they see that I’m getting frustrated and getting me out of my game.

All through the rest of practice anytime any of the guys were beside me they would let a chirp out.

‘Ooo, you missed that easy shot, mind somewhere else Huggy?’

‘What’s going on in that head of yours? Thinking about someone special?’

And a lot of other things that distracted me from being my best. At the end of practice, Tocchet took me aside to talk about my performance today.

Tocchet has his arms folded against his chest, brows furrowed as a disappointed look crosses his features.

“Hughes, what was that? I’ve seen you hit that pass perfectly a thousand or more times, what’s going on in that head of yours that's causing you to miss the easiest plays? You better clean up your act before our next game, otherwise you’ll be on the bench watching,” coach sighs heavily, patting my back and ushering me to the locker room.

As soon as I entered the guys had smirks on their faces, I glared at each one of them. When I’m at my locker I start taking off my equipment, throwing them roughly into my duffle bag.

My anger clouds my eyes, making me jump a little bit in surprise as an arm settles onto my shoulder. Glancing to my side to see the man that caused this chaos in the first place.

Brock’s lips are pulled into a smirk, brows raised in humor as he watches for my reaction. I rolled my eyes, shrugging off his arm and continued to shove my gear into the bag.

The blond chuckles, patting me on the back in good nature. When I’m done packing up my things, storming out and to my car, throwing my bag in the backseat and taking off in a rush.

Losing my focus over a girl isn’t something I do and getting my ass handed to me by Tocchet wasn’t a habit I wanted to get used to. The radio blares as I drive, trying to get my mind off of her.

I wish Brock never introduced us. Then I wouldn’t be so distracted and could keep my head in the game.

The chirps from the team getting to me more than they should’ve. Before I know it, I’m parking in my apartment complex, running a frustrated hand through my hair and down my face, letting a heavy groan pass my lips.

I changed gears to park, got out and grabbed my bag, walked to the elevator and pressed the button to my floor. As the elevator dings as it passes each floor, I rest my head against the back wall, looking up as if an answer is there on what to do about this situation.

The elevator stops, opening and leads to the hallway. I absentmindedly walk to my apartment, unlock the door and head in. A plan brewing to get them off my back about everything, my ex, Trouble, playing like shit at practice today.

I need to get her to hate me, or at least dislike me. Brock and Lizzie will stop trying to push us together if they see that there’s nothing between us. I’ll be rude and distant, avoiding her and ignoring Brock’s not so subtle ways to get us closer.

The next time I see Trouble, which will most likely be a setup by Brock’s hand, I’ll put on a show, teaching him to stop meddling in my life.

I don’t need this, what I do need is to stay focused. Which is difficult with those two scheming up plans for Trouble and me.

Brock makes me feel like I have to constantly be watching behind my back, ready for anything they might try and throw at me while I’m not looking.

I’m already tense from the pressure of being Captain and having to guide the team to get better in hopes to get a place in the playoffs this season.

This added stress doesn’t help, it makes things worse. My mind keeps switching from thoughts about the game, Trouble, and my ex so much I feel like I’m getting whiplash.

Throwing my bag somewhere near the door as I walk to the couch and plop on the cold cushions, running a hand through my disheveled hair, groaning.

My phone dings from a text, sitting up and turning on the screen to read the preview.

Brock: Hey man, I was just poking fun earlier. I didn’t mean to upset you. I thought you’d get a kick outta it and give us shit back…

I think for a moment, not really angry about the chirps, but the situation at hand. Taking the time to read the message again before opening the app and answering him.

Brock: Hey man, I was just poking fun earlier. I didn’t mean to upset you. I thought you’d get a kick outta it and give us shit back. No hard feelings? Some of the guys are going out for drinks later, you in? It’s the usual place.

Quinn: I’m not mad, just have a lot on my plate right now. The only thing keeping my mind off of everything that happened with my ex is hockey.

A night out might help clear my head a little, help me relax and get ready for tomorrow. I get off the couch and make my way to my bedroom, walking to the bathroom attached and starting the shower.

Before jumping in the stream of water, I reply to Brock then set my phone on the counter.

Quinn: drinks sound good, what time?

I turn on some music on Alexa and open the curtains, stepping in. The hot water almost immediately relaxes my tense muscles. The shower isn’t long, maybe ten minutes before I get out and wrap a towel over myself.

I’m halfway dressed when my phone lights up with a text from Brock.

Brock: Cool see you around eight.

Drying my hair with one hand as I thumbs up the message, finishing getting ready for the night.

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Wicked Intentions 30

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Stark!Reader // (Seriously close) Steve Rogers x Reader // Clint Barton x Reader // T’Challa x Reader.

Credit: Huge shout out to @ml7010 for all the help, pushing, hyping up, putting up with my changes midway through. If it wasn't for this peach, y'all never would have gotten this series or nearly as far as I am now.

THE END!!

Months later

“She’s not going to,” Peter mutters.

“She is.” Howie groans.

“We’re all going to die.” Clint sighs.

“Think you’re getting a bloody wedding too.” Steve looks at Clint.

“Chaos is going to freak.” TC sips from his glass.

“Hi.” The girl with light brown hair, in a low cut, tight green dress. She bats her eyes up at Bucky.

“Hi.” He chuckles, sipping from his glass.

“You’re James Barnes, right?” She pulls her bottom lip in slightly.

“I am.” He nods.

“Do you think her swing out reaches her belly?” Howie snickers.

The girl looks down as if they were talking about her.

“I’ve always wanted to meet you. I saw you fight at The Ditch, last year. You were,” she blushes, biting her bottom lip, “mind blowing.”

Thinking her play on words is hot.

“So is his dick.” Y/N steps up next to Bucky.

“What?” The girl pales instantly.

“Hi.” Y/N smirks, tipping her head watching the girl.

“Oh hi.” She smiles a lot softer at Y/N.

“I’m Y/N Barnes.” She introduces herself to the girl, before turning into Bucky, her side view unmissable, with the round shape she’d taken. “James’ wife. Pregnant with his son.” Her tone flat, and cold, as she stares at the girl.

She nods slowly, looking between the two of them.

“I’m Abby Hammer.” She smiles.

“Hammer?” Peter swallows.

“My dad’s Justin Hammer.” She smiles sweetly.

“Didn’t your dad try to fuck my mom, and ended up getting his ass kicked by my dad?” Y/N asks bluntly.

Abby presses her lips together, nodding slowly. “Our parents have history.”

“Hit on my husband again and we can repeat history.” She grins at her. That cold, dangerous, devil grin she has.

Abby stares at her for a moment, before she looks at Bucky. “My mom fucked his dad; we can repeat history if you’d like.” She looks Bucky over slowly.

Y/N’s tongue pushes her top lip up, before she grins. “So, both my parents beat down both your parents. Let’s start a new tradition.” She brushes a curl back.

“You’re very pregnant Smalls.” Peter touches her elbow.

“Don’t worry, Pete.” She smiles. “Your mom might have fucked his dad, but you’re going to get your ass stomped by his sister.”

Abby looks confused, Bucky nods, looking past Abby. Becca behind her.

“What?” Abby turns, meeting Becca’s fist, straight to the nose.

“I need cake.” Y/N lights up, hands on her belly. Bucky chuckles, as Becca wails on Abby, he slips his hand to the small of her back.

“Cake you shall have then.” He leads her away.

“It’s traumatizing how easy she just switches up.” Howie shakes his head.

“Your sister is just traumatizing in general.” Clint snorts.

“I think it’s getting worse with the pregnancy.” Peter sighs.

“Our nephew can be here anytime soon; his mother is making all of us nervous.” Steve chuckles.

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Three Years Later

“Buck, can you grab Tony’s blankey?” I ask, coming down the stairs.

“Got it.” He calls back.

James Jr hurries into the front entrance. Looking like an exact copy and paste of his father.

Dark hair, bright winter blue eyes, only he’s got my mischievous grin. Filling out from baby to toddler.

Bucky enters from the kitchen, holding Anthony.

“Is your mother sure about having all the kids?” He asks.

“She raised the twins, I think she can handle her grandsons, besides your mom will be there too and maybe Frankie.” I smirk, pulling open the front door.

“Here mommy.” James hurries to hold my hand, as we go down the front steps.

“What a sweet boy.” Leaning down to give him a kiss.

“Me!” Anthony squeals, making me laugh. Bucky steps closer, letting me kiss Anthony.

“We really did have momma’s boys.” Bucky looks between his sons. I snort, opening the door of the car for James, scooping him up.

“Cause they had a chance of being anything else, look at their father and uncles.” I laugh.

Bucky pauses, thinking about this as he puts Tony in his car seat. “I want to be offended.” He sighs.

“But like normal I’m right.” I smirk at him. He rolls his eyes at me, smiling.

Once James is in and buckled in his car seat, I close the door. Bucky steps into me, chuckling, hands around the large belly I’d grown.

“I’m obsessed with the mother of my children. That counts for something.” He grins, leaning down to kiss me.

“Better be, I’d hate to have to beat your ass.” I laugh into him.

“I married Satan.” He sighs, shaking his head.

“You knew that from the beginning.” Lifting a brow at him.

“Mmm, since the day you walked into Saints.” He kisses me again.

Opening the car door for me.

Stepping into my mothers, Stacy is ogling over TC’s new baby boy Lucah. His other son, River excitedly showing him off. His wife Storm, hurries over to steal Anthony, they’re besties.

Clint’s daughter, Evie is in my father’s arms.

Wanda is passing Mya her daughter off to Winni. She’s not far behind me in her pregnancy only she’s having a boy this time.

Gwen sets Mae down, she tetters but stays upright, James rushes for her. His favorite cousin.

Becca enters just after, with Howie, and their twin boys. Ben and G.

Steve has Sarah over his shoulder as she squeals with laughter.

“The new generation is going to be something else.” My mother smirks next to me.

“That girl gang is going to be unstoppable.” I laugh, looking over at her.

“I asked you this before but I’m wondering if you’re still for it. Is she going to head the table as well?” She looks down at my belly.

“Without a doubt.” I smirk at my mother.

“She’ll have hella power behind her if anyone wants to deny her.” Howie laughs, joining us.

“Who needs boys. Look at the girl mafia we made.” I cut my eyes around the room.

“They’re going to put the fear of God into grown men.” Bucky slips his hand over my belly.

“Just like their mothers.” George winks at me as he stoops picking up G, George Jr.

“They have all been blessed by Satan.” Clint kisses my cheek quickly.

“We have a table meeting.” I look to my mother.

“Of course, leave them, we will have the best of time.” She assures me.

“Call if anything goes wrong.” I tell her.

“You call if you go into labor.” My father sasses.

“We can handle the children; you hurry up and add the next Queen to the mix.” Winni winks at me. Laughing we leave the house, heading to the same warehouse, our fathers had started in.

I laugh, feeling a tightness in my side, the others heading in, Howie pauses looking back at me.

“Smalls?” He watches me.

Locking eyes with me he nods, coming over he grabs my hand, letting me squeeze. He chuckles, walking me towards the doors to the room. Peter waiting outside for us. Watching us, we have a silent conversation.

“Let’s get this done with.” He nods, pulling the door open as I let go of Howie’s hand. Stepping into the room, the sound of my ankle boots echo.

“Hello gentlemen.” I smirk at the table. Bucky on one side of me, Clint on the other, Steve down from him, TC in his fathers’ place, Peter and Howie stand behind me.

------

16 years later

Kicked back in the seat at the table, Bucky smirks at me from across the table. The doors open, revealing our children.

Dark hair falls in waves, winter blue eyes, and a face that makes grown men nervous.

Audrey Barnes-Stark.

Her head held high, the daughter of the first woman to head a mafia table. To form her own female mafia. With a right hook and upcut blessed by Satan, and her father.

“My daughter gentlemen.” I smirk, introducing her.

Her eyes cut around the table, a dark smirk on her lips. She lifts a brow, sass rolling off her.

“Hello gentlemen.”

The five girls behind her watch the table.

Her brothers on the edge, watching.

Lucah, her fiancé with them.

Locking eyes with winter blue eyes, he winks at me once more. I smirk, kicking my heels up on the edge of the table.

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Wicked Intentions 29

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Stark!Reader // (Seriously close) Steve Rogers x Reader // Clint Barton x Reader // T’Challa x Reader.

Warning: Violence. Language. Bullying. Girl Fights. Name Calling. Degrading Comments. Angst. Degrade of Woman (to a point). Criminal Life. Illegal Shit. Fights. Alpha Males. Stalking.

A/N: This is a Bully Romance. High School setting. Mafia Family Life. Woman are on a lower level than males in their world. Just a heads up. This is the third installment of the series. Bad Intentions, Cruel Intentions, and Wicked Intentions.

Credit: Huge shout out to @ml7010 for all the help, pushing, hyping up, putting up with my changes midway through. If it wasn't for this peach, y'all never would have gotten this series or nearly as far as I am now.

Kitty attempts to run, snatching up a handful of her hair, I slam her down on the floor. Eddie is attempting to push himself up, I kick his arms out from under him, kicking him in the ribs.

Someone rushes in.

He stops in the doorway, looking at the scene before him, holding his phone.

“Don’t just stare, grab her!” Eddie demands.

“Pietro is on the phone.” He swallows, holding the phone out.

“Put it on speaker.” I smirk.

“Shut up. Tell him I’ll call him back.” Eddie snarls, attempting to get up again.

“Take another seat, bitch.” Kicking him back down.

There’s a faint yelling we can hear, the man holding the phone looks nervously at the phone. Putting it back to his ear, he flinches away.

“He knows we have her.” He looks to Eddie fearing flashing in his eyes.

I lock eyes with the man, a slow grin spreads over my lips. “Run.” I whisper.

He drops the phone, bailing out.

“There’s still time to kill you.” Eddie speaks behind me.

Fuck.

Turning in time for him to hit me, stumbling back.

--------

“Pietro?” Wanda answers.

“Eddie’s holding her at Brock’s old dealing house. It’s an abandoned place on the edge of West side.” Pietro explains.

“Send the address.” Bucky barks storming out of the waiting room.

TC is behind him, Steve and Clint jog to catch up. Howie and Becca hurry after.

“Buck,” Becca hurries to catch him.

“What?”

“You didn’t hear what Pietro said.” She attempts to catch her breathe.

“She’s in the abandoned house.” He snaps.

“He said he could hear her kicking Eddie’s ass, on the line.” Becca smirks at him. Something in him settles, calms, but not enough.

“That’s my wife Becca. She might hold her own, but over my dead body will I not protect her.” He rips the door open to his car.

“If you think I wouldn’t kill someone for my own sister, your brain dead.” She rolls her eyes, getting into the back.

“No offense but she’s my baby sister.” Howie smirks over the roof of his car. “Bet we beat you there.” Looking to TC who smirks getting in the passenger side.

“Howard, you might be a Stark, but you don’t drive like my wife. She’s the only one that can outrun me.” He gets in, pressing the start button, his car roaring to life.

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Pushing off the left behind table, rushing at Eddie. We fall to the floor, instead of hitting him, I slam my thumb into his knife wound, there was a small chance it started to close if he’d gotten it sewn up. But it wasn’t fully healed.

Weak spot.

He screams; I apply my knee into the wound on his side. Putting my weight into the pressure.

“I took down every fucker working for you, did you really think you of all people could take me down?” I laugh at him.

This time I slug him in the jaw, he’s stare gazed and confused.

“Bitch!” She grabs me by the hair, dragging me up.

“Oh, I’m going to kill you.” I grit through my teeth, grabbing her fingers in my hair, I pry them off. Straightening up, she snickers, looking too cocky. Her eyes over my shoulder, shifting to look, Eddie’s five guys are watching me.

Fuck.

Sucking in a breath.

Eddie laughs from the floor.

“Outnumbered this time, bitch.” Eddie pants heavily.

Someone clears their throat.

One of the five looks behind him, he’s met with a fist.

“Wrong wife.” Bucky looks down at him.

I smirk; my husband always finds me.

One of the five swings at Bucky, Clint cross hits him instead. A fight breaks out, Becca cuts between, charging at Kitty, she slams into her, throwing them over the table to the floor.

Eddie’s up, Howie dodges his swing, nailing Eddie with a hit to the ribs.

Clint’s attempting to take on two, a few steps forward, Clint takes a blow, stooping over. Winding up, his nose shatters, blood splatters.

The other swings for me, Clint body checks him, taking him to the floor. Someone jumps on Howie’s back, together they crash into the wall.

Eddie moves to step away, only to get cold cocked by Bucky, he bounces back, stumbling in his swing, Bucky shoves him.

Planting my feet, pulling my elbow back, Eddie stumbles, straightening up, sucker punching him in the mouth, he fumbles backwards.

Buck winds up, decking him in the eye, snapping Eddie’s head back. He staggers on his feet, slipping my hand from my pocket, I snap it open.

Letting him stumble into me, metal slips into him like butter. He gaps at me, mouth open, shock on his face.

“You came for my sisters, my fathers,” I whisper in his ear, hand on his shoulder. Other hand holding the knife in him “you thought you could take me down? I am Satan, you fucked with the wrong one.” Pulling the knife out and plunging it back in.

He gargles and gasps. “Tell Brock and CK hi for me.” I whisper softly.

“Bitch!” There’s fumbling, wood scrapping. Shoving Eddie to the floor, leaving my knife in him.

Kitty is running for the door. Becca and I rush after her. She doesn’t make it far, TC steps into the house, his hand closed around Kitty’s throat, walking her backwards.

Pietro steps in behind him.

“Late to the party.” I sass, licking the blood leaking from my lip.

“See you’ve been holding your own like usual.” He chuckles.

“He’s dead.” I shrug, looking back at the dinning/living room.

Pietro nods. “I expected nothing less, when I heard, you tell someone to run.”

“And run he did.” Steve snickers behind me.

“Smart boy.” I turn smirking at him, he winks at me.

“Boss?” TC grinds out through his teeth.

“Kill her.” I grin at him when I turn back.

“What!?” She gasps; TC squeezes harder. Shifting to face her, a dark smirk on my bleeding lips. Tipping my head to watch her.

“All you had to do was listen that first day, and look at you now, close to death.” I mock her. “Only you will die, unlike your threat to me.” I shrug.

“Y/N?” Becca asks, looking to me.

“If you can live with it, yes.” I lock eyes with my favorite color of blue. She nods; she wants it. “TC take baby sister with you.” I nod.

He agrees, letting go of Kitty, Becca cold cocks her. Knocking her out, she falls limp in TC’s arms. He heaves her over his shoulder.

“That hit looked like it had some blessing in it.” Clint chuckles.

I wink at Becca as she moves to follow TC.

“You got this?” Howie asks, stepping up next to me.

“Go with your wife. I’m fine.” I assure him.

“I’m going to fuss over you after this.” He reminds me.

“Meet you at the hospital.” I nod.

“Gwen’s room?” He asks as he hits the door.

“Gwen’s room, what?” I look at him confused.

“Nope, not me.” Howie panics bailing out after his wife.

I turn looking at the room, they seem to flounder. Clint looks like a fish the way his mouth opens and closes. Steve looks like he has brain freeze, something like pain on his face as he thinks this over.

“Gwen’s having the baby. That’s how we realized you were missing.” Bucky explains, stepping over Eddie.

“A baby. So exciting.” Pietro nods. “Go, I’ll deal with this.” He assures us.

“Pietro, welcome to doing business with the Stark, Barnes, Rogers, and Barton’s.” I pat his shoulder. He lights up for a moment.

“It’s going to be a wonderful partnership.” He smiles.

“You fuck us over, and I’ll do worse to you, before I send parts of you to your father in prison.” I pat him once more before smiling.

He looks to Eddie and back to me, nodding. “Understood.”

“Let’s go before Gwen has that baby and decides to hunt us in the woods like Brock.” Steve nudges me forward.

Bucky slips his arm over my shoulder as we leave the house. “Get you checked over too.” He kisses the side of my head.

“Yeah, checked too.” I nod, resting my head on his shoulder.

-----

“Stacy Chaos Stark.” Gwen slowly hands the baby girl over.

“Oh Gwen.” I laugh softly.

“We’re going to get Gwen some food, you need anything?” Peter leans down kissing the side of my head.

“I need breadsticks, and a big, big, orange soda.” I grin at him.

He chuckles, nodding. “Got it, Smalls.”

“We’ll be back. A nurse is going to come check you over. Don’t go anywhere.” Bucky leans down kissing me softly. He looks from me to Stacy, a smile on his lips.

The boys leave, and a nurse comes in, checking Gwen’s machines. Before she can leave, I stop her with a hand on her arm.

“Yes?” She smiles down at me.

“How early can you find out your pregnant?” I ask.

Gwen, Wanda, and my mother stare in shock.

[callmemana]

SECRET SWITCH BLADE BITCH!!!

Wicked Intentions 28

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Stark!Reader // (Seriously close) Steve Rogers x Reader // Clint Barton x Reader // T’Challa x Reader.

Warning: Violence. Language. Bullying. Girl Fights. Name Calling. Degrading Comments. Angst. Degrade of Woman (to a point). Criminal Life. Illegal Shit. Fights. Alpha Males. Stalking.

A/N: This is a Bully Romance. High School setting. Mafia Family Life. Woman are on a lower level than males in their world. Just a heads up. This is the third installment of the series. Bad Intentions, Cruel Intentions, and Wicked Intentions.

Credit: Huge shout out to @ml7010 for all the help, pushing, hyping up, putting up with my changes midway through. If it wasn't for this peach, y'all never would have gotten this series or nearly as far as I am now.

“What do you mean she’s missing!?” Gwen grabs Peter by the front of his shirt, yanking him. “If this is one of your god awful stupid fucking jokes, I’m going to put you next to your father!” She whines, in pain.

“Since when do you think my jokes are awful and stupid?” Peter asks, looking shocked.

“Grow up Peter, you’re not funny!” She shoves him away, dropping against her pillow exhausted and miserable. “Get your baby out of me!” She yells at him suddenly.

He steps back from arms reach of her.

“We’re going to go help look for her.” Becca assures Gwen, holding her water cup up for her.

“No, no,” she sits up, attempting to push the blankets back from her “this baby just has to wait.” She nods; Pepper is pushing her back into the bed.

“Gwen, babies don’t do that, they don’t wait. Think of Miss, no patience at all. Your time is now theirs.” She covers her daughter in law back up. “You will not find Miss; you will have this baby in the parking lot.”

“Howie,” she whines softly.

“I promise Gwen,” he steps closer to her, his first mistake “we will find her.” He strokes her hair back from her face.

Gwen grabs him by the hair, yanking him even closer.

“You find her, alive! Before I have this baby!” She yells suddenly. “Or I will push this baby out and I will hunt you like Brock in the fucking woods, Howard!” She shoves him away.

“You just let that happen?” He looks to his wife.

Becca looks from him to Gwen. “I’ll help her.” She shrugs.

“Jesus.” Howie mutters.

“FIND HER!” Gwen suddenly screams, wiggling in pain, making them hurry from the room.

------

“You did this,” shaking my head “from the beginning.”

“Since your fucking brothers, stepped into something they had no business being in.” He sneers at me.

“Brock was a dealer.” I whisper to myself. “CK worked with someone else at the table, higher up than him, but lower than me.” Pressing my lips together. “Sina was with Brock, CK needed someone to split me and James up.”

“Not really CK, but sure.” Eddie admits with a shrug.

“Sina worked for you.” I blink at him.

“Everyone in the West side does.” He smirks at me, dark and deadly.

“I’ll give you props Eddie,” I smirk leaning back on the metal post “you did real good on whoever it is you have watching me at Saints. That’s the only thing I haven’t been able to piece together.” I shrug, crossing my ankles.

He perks up, cockiness filling him. Just as I knew it would.

“It’s been right in front of your face this whole time.” He chuckles. Headlights move across the ceiling, before going out. “Ahh, just in time to show you to your face.” A car door closes nearby.

Swallowing hard, while his attention is turned, I work the zip tie against the edge of metal. Hearing heels on the destroyed hardwood floor.

“Oh good she’s awake.” Kitty stands in the opening of the dinning room and living room where Eddie and I are.

“You ballsy cunt.” I grin wickedly at her.

“All you had to do was listen on that first day. Now look at you. Close to death.” She laughs, shrugging.

Death? My eyes hit Eddie’s he looks less sure about this.

“That first day.” I grin. “Looks like I run the league huh, bitch.” I smirk at her.

This pisses her off, she charges at me, kicking me in the ribs.

Coughing I laugh at her.

“Damn called it like it is, you ain’t in my ballpark, you’re just a hand in the pants throw away.” I laugh, rolling from one side to the other, working on the other side of the zip ties around my wrist. Eddie smirks in the dark, behind her back.

“You just couldn’t learn your fucking place.” She leans down slapping me. I pause, licking my lips.

“Not a single one of my boys wanted your worthless ass.” My voice a threat.

“I found someone who does want me.” She tosses her hair back. “And I’m going to stomp you down, like your mother did mine.” She spits in anger.

I laugh loudly. “Which one?”

“Your mom’s little bitchy best friend.” She snarls at me.

“Fuck I love Winni.” I laugh, hauling in a deep breath. This time she punches me.

-------

Wanda paces as she waits, phone ringing.

“Little Sister.” He purrs into the phone.

“Not now, Y/N is missing.” Wanda cuts to the chase. “Eddie took her. She’s been kidnapped. Can you help us find her?” She pauses.

It’s silent for a moment.

“I’ll call you back.” He growls.

“Pietro that didn’t answer my,” Wanda protests.

“I’ll Call You Back!” His voice raised, making Wanda pause. The line goes dead.

“Anyone else get a cold chill?” Sam wonders.

“He had to take her somewhere close by.” Buck paces the small waiting room. “Couldn’t have gone far, he’d want it to be perfect for when she wakes up.” He speaks out loud.

“We burned his warehouse down, so what’s left?” Becca asks, watching him.

“Who worked for Eddie?” He stops, looking at the lot of them.

Everyone shifts looking at Sam.

--------

I laugh, spitting blood at Kitty, my lip busted open.

“When I get out of this, I’m going to kick your teeth down your throat.” I grin at her.

“You won’t be getting out of here.” She flicks blood from her hand.

Leaning my head back, fingers feeling how worn down my plastic is, easy to snap.

“You know, there’s something that still lingering in my mind.” Licking my lips.

“What’s that?” Eddie smirks, settling back in his chair.

“If Kitty is your bitch, what’s that make Cassandra Kasady?” Grinning when Kitty whirls around, looking at Eddie in confusion. Eddie looks ready to kill me.

“Who the fuck is Cassandra?” Kitty snaps at him.

“CK’s sister.” I answer for him. “Eddie is helping his mom get revenge on me, in trade for marrying Cassandra and getting the family back on the table.” I grin, when they both glare at me. “So, wait, I thought you were in my ballpark, Kitty?” I sass.

Eddie’s chair flips back with the force of him standing, storming towards me. He grabs me by the neck, pulling me to my feet. Zip ties breaking, letting my hands fall to my sides.

“Such a nosey ass cunt, no better than your fucking father.” He speaks through his teeth, in my face.

“Shit.” Kitty whimpers.

“What?!” Eddie snaps looking over at her. Grabbing the front of his shirt, I sidestep, yanking him downward, smashing his face into the metal pole.

He crashes to the floor, holding his head, he rolls to his back. Kitty stumbles back a few steps.

“Wrong bitch.” Dropping my jacket to the floor.

[callmemana]

Wicked Intentions 27

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Stark!Reader // (Seriously close) Steve Rogers x Reader // Clint Barton x Reader // T’Challa x Reader.

Warning: Violence. Language. Bullying. Girl Fights. Name Calling. Degrading Comments. Angst. Degrade of Woman (to a point). Criminal Life. Illegal Shit. Fights. Alpha Males. Stalking.

A/N: This is a Bully Romance. High School setting. Mafia Family Life. Woman are on a lower level than males in their world. Just a heads up. This is the third installment of the series. Bad Intentions, Cruel Intentions, and Wicked Intentions.

Credit: Huge shout out to @ml7010 for all the help, pushing, hyping up, putting up with my changes midway through. If it wasn't for this peach, y'all never would have gotten this series or nearly as far as I am now.

Buck calls again, nothing.

Jogging down the hallway, he steps into the hospital room, housing their fathers, his mother sitting with her husband.

“James?” Tony looks confused.

“Where’s Y/N?” He sweeps his eyes across the room.

The three exchange a look.

“She hasn’t been here since this afternoon.” His father watches him.

“No.” He swallows.

“What’s going on James?” Tony attempts to sit up right.

“No, she was coming here. TC was bringing. She’s been here for at least an hour.” He checks his watch. “She told me, she texted me she arrived.”

“Kid,” his father is sitting up.

“She told me she was coming tonight, but she never arrived. I assumed things took longer at the warehouse.” Tony explains.

“Where’s my wife?” A chill rips through him, swallowing hard as the pit in his stomach opens, feeling like a gut shot.

“Winni, unhook me.” His father demands.

“George,” she swallows.

“Hand me those shoes.” Tony waves a finger at the shoes next to the chair beside his bed.

“Now hold on.” His mother demands.

“Winni, she’s missing.” His father’s voice shakes.

“Trust me I know that George,” she warns him “I’ll go with Bucky, we’ll check the parking lot, you two get discharged now. Call Pepper and ask her if Y/N is with them.” She orders around.

“She’s not, Gwen’s having her baby, everyone but Y/N and TC are here.” Bucky informs them.

“NURSE!” Both fathers start yelling.

“Call the boys, we need to look for their car.” His mother touches his arm, together they leave.

Puling his phone out, he hits call.

“Where the fuck is Chaos, Buck?” Clint asks.

“Meet me at the entrance, now. Bring Steve.” He demands, hanging up as they round the corner. He stops, seeing a nurse watching them.

“Ma,” she pauses looking at him “who the fuck is that?” He nods towards the nurse watching them.

“Theresa Pryde, why?”

“Kitty’s mom?” He looks down at his mother.

“Yeah, why?” She blinks blue eyes up at him.

“She leaked my marriage.” He cuts his eyes back to the nurse, who is now looking at the computer screen in front of her.

His mother stays rooted to the spot. He moves starting to leave the nurses station, his mother cuts through the opening, Theresa looks up just in time to see his mother cold cock her. Knocking her out of the chair. His brows snap up, staring in shock. She swaps from kicking to stomping on the woman on the floor.

His mother is leaning down when Steve and Clint join him, watching.

“Is Mom,” Steve blinks.

“Ah huh.” He nods.

His mother drags her up off the floor, slamming her face first into the edge of the desk, once, twice, letting her hit the floor again.

“Did she just,” Clint whispers.

“Yup,” Bucky nods.

His mother takes a deep breath, pulling her shoulders back. She looks down at the woman on the floor.

“Count your blessings Cunt, I have something more important to do. But if I find out you had a hand in my daughter in law missing, I’ll curb stomp you in the parking lot before I end your pathetic life.” She spits, running a hand through her jet black hair.

“Chaos is missing?” Steve breaks first, looking shocked.

“Search the parking lot.” His mother waves them off.

The three of them take off running. Stumbling out of the doors, each looking around. Pushing off in different directions, rushing through the parked cars, looking for TC’s truck.

“Buck!” Steve calls, he and Clint lock eyes, running in the direction of his voice.

TC’s truck is parked, cold to the touch.

“Fuck.” Buck looks around. Something rattles in the bed, the cover blocking the bed of the truck from view.

Clint pulls the gate down, exposing a tied up, beat up TC, looking relieved to see them.

“What in the fuck.” Steve asks, reaching in, ripping the tape off TC’s mouth.

“Eddie!” He pants loudly at them.

“What?!”

“He attacked us, they took her.”

The pit in his stomach bottoms out, he stumbles, holding on to the side of TC’s truck, leaning forward he throws up in the parking lot.

---------

“The fuck do you mean the beginning?” I think at him, the edges of my vision blurry still.

He chuckles, kicked back completely relaxed. “I really thought you were a whole lot smarter than this, you still haven’t put the whole picture together?”

My brain feels slow, almost foggy like.

“You know Wade’s dead.” I comment, thinking out loud, nodding slowly.

“Watched you do it too.” He tisks at me.

“Well, he had it coming for touching my family.” I cut my eyes to him, in the dark he thinks he’s hidden, but I watch as he swallows hard, nervous.

“Not the first guy you killed though. You’re getting rather used to it.” Eddie comments a faint humor in his voice.

“Well Brock fucked around and found out. Left me no other option, it was him or me.” I shrug a shoulder. “Though I do have to give him credit, at least he was willing to get his hands dirty, shame he worked for CK who was nothing but a little bitch.”

“I’m more surprised you didn’t kill Sina.” He chuckles. “That wasn’t very bad bitch, touch what’s mine and die, of you. Leaving her breathing like that.”

Shrugging again, covering the movement of my wrists, finding a sharp metal edge on the base of the support. “Really? I think it’s hilarious she has to look over her shoulder for the rest of her life, because she’ll never know if or when I come for her.” Smirking in the dark.

“You sure about that?” His head tips to one side.

“I killed Brock, James killed CK, Ben’s really just a pussy, she has no one to protect her anymore.” I pause instantly.

“That so?” He grins, leaning forward suddenly.

“Wait,” my eyelashes flutter for a moment “James messed around with Sina, who was Brock’s girl.” My lips barely moving, my eyes unfocused as I think. “Brock wanted James to pay.” I nod. “James and I got together. Ben Reilly worked for CK, who wanted me,”

My head tips slowly to the side, thinking hard.

“Someone wanted to take me down, for my power, and with the table.” I swallow. “Brock and CK wanted the power I have. I was promised to James; they tried to ruin me.” I blink a few times. “You and Wade tried to tell my fathers to call off my promising.” My head comes up, staring at Eddie in the dark house.

“My, my, took you long enough.” He chuckles.

“It was you,” I breathe, chills ripping through my body.

[callmemana]

Oh shit! 🤯

Wicked Intentions 26

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Stark!Reader // (Seriously close) Steve Rogers x Reader // Clint Barton x Reader // T’Challa x Reader.

Warning: Violence. Language. Bullying. Girl Fights. Name Calling. Degrading Comments. Angst. Degrade of Woman (to a point). Criminal Life. Illegal Shit. Fights. Alpha Males. Stalking.

A/N: This is a Bully Romance. High School setting. Mafia Family Life. Woman are on a lower level than males in their world. Just a heads up. This is the third installment of the series. Bad Intentions, Cruel Intentions, and Wicked Intentions.

Credit: Huge shout out to @ml7010 for all the help, pushing, hyping up, putting up with my changes midway through. If it wasn't for this peach, y'all never would have gotten this series or nearly as far as I am now.

Darkness, silence but for the crickets chirping. And the sound of bone-on-bone contact.

Wades on something like round four with the guys. Only he’s not winning. My eyes flick to Bobbi, Wanda, and Becca pouring gas around the edges of the warehouse. Looking back to the fight, Peter winds up, cold cocking Wade, sending him stumbling backwards, into Steve. Who shoves him back, straight into Clint’s waiting fist.

Like a fucked-up game of hot potato, I snicker to myself.

Bucky plants his feet, elbow back, Wade stumbles, turning. Buck’s fist makes direct contact, taking Wade’s feet out from under him, flat on his back.

“Who had Bucky for the final knock out?” Peter sighs, nudging Wade with his foot.

“Damn.” Howie, Clint and Steve grumble. Shoving cash at Bucky, who chuckles.

“Who did you put your money on?” Bucky pockets the money.

They shift, slowly looking over at me. I smirk, flipping them off.

“Yeah, smart.” Bucky nods, smirking to himself.

“Ready?” I ask the guys heading out of the warehouse, I follow with Bucky hand in hand. As we step out, TC pours across the opening, handing me a book of matches as the girls join the guys.

Striking several matches I set the book alit. Dropping it on the pour lines, watching it catch instantly. Racing down following the fuel, eating it up, burning bright and grabbing on to the warehouse siding. Stepping back, Bucky’s arm slips over my shoulder.

“Should we go home?” He looks down at me.

“You go. I want to go see dad.” I pat my palm on his chest.

“I can go with you.” He nods.

I reach up kissing him softly. “Go home, I’ll be with TC. I’ll see you when I get back.” I promise.

“Alright, but we’re going to talk about a rematch in that chase.” He chuckles, kissing me again.

“Accept that loss baby, I’m just a better driver than you.” I smirk at him.

His eyes roll, but he kisses me again.

“Keep me updated on Gwen.” I point at Peter. Who nods, checking his phone again.

“Should be anytime now.” Peter sighs, shaking his head slowly.

“I can’t believe she’s about to have that baby.” Clint shakes his head.

“Feels like it was just yesterday, you all thought I was pregnant and were having a melt down outside the bathroom.” I snort, rolling my eyes at them.

“Now Bucky’s trying to get you pregnant.” Steve snorts.

My head tips, lips pushed together. “Boy have times changed.” I shake my head.

“Keep an eye on her.” Bucky points at TC as I head for his truck, Bucky walking towards his car.

TC smirks, pulling the door open for me. “Always.”

Stepping into the house, they head for the kitchen. Finding Gwen attempting to reach something on a top shelf.

“I got you.” Peter chuckles coming over to help.

“Thank you, I can’t outreach my belly anymore.” She sighs, looking down at the swollen belly she has housing their child.

“Well, that was going to catch up to you no matter what.” Howie snickers.

“Oh.” Gwen breathes, holding her one side.

“What?” Howie and Peter yell at the same time.

“I’m not sure. I just had a pain.” Gwen shrugs, going back to her snack.

“You breathe wrong, and they panic.” Becca snorts, pulling a water out.

“They won’t be much better when it’s you.” Gwen laughs.

“Y/N’s first.” Becca laughs.

“Wait, what?” Gwen looks at her confused.

“Bucky is trying to knock Chaos up.” Howie shivers, bothered.

Gwen pauses mid bite, staring into space.

“Life flash before your eyes too?” Peter chuckles.

“Peter,” she sets her bowl down.

“I mean she won’t be that bad, but it will be weird to see Smalls cry over small things.” He chuckles.

“Oh my god.” Becca blanches.

“We’ve seen her cry before.” Howie assures his wife.

“No, you idiots!” Becca yells. “Look down!” She points to the floor.

“You spill something?” Peter looks to his wife.

“Her water broke you fucking morons!” Becca yells.

“What!?”

“MOM!”

“Did you just scream for your mom?” Becca stares at Howie.

“Don’t judge me!” He yells.

“Oh god, I’m so glad Y/N has to do this first.” Becca shakes her head.

She shoves Peter out of the way, grabbing Gwen’s hand. “We need to get to the car.” She assures Gwen, who shuffles along with her.

“Feels like I peed my pants.” Gwen groans.

“Howard Stark, get it together. Get her hospital bag.” Becca snaps at her husband.

“Right!!” He runs from the kitchen they are slowly exiting.

“Peter towels!” Becca yells at him next. He panics running from the room.

They make it to the hallway, when Pepper comes down the stairs.

“Why is everyone screaming?” She asks.

“My water broke.” Gwen looks up panic in her eyes.

“Oh my.” Pepper nods, coming over to get the door for them. “I’ll call the others on the way.”

Peter and Howie come running after them, bags in hand, towels flung over their shoulders. Becca shakes her head, looking at Pepper who is snickering to herself. Gwen just sighs, resting against the side of the car.

“Someone call Smalls!” Peter yells, shoving things into the back of the car. Howie is laying towels in the front seat for Gwen.

“I’ll call her, help your wife into the car.” Becca laughs. Stepping back, pulling her phone free.

Pulling into the hospital parking lot, I reply to Bucky’s text letting him know we just arrived. TC gets out first, I assume to get my door. I hit send and push my door open, before TC can. Slipping out, my phone rings. Becca flashing on the screen.

Moving to swipe and answer, a blow from the side hits my jaw. Sending me crashing, phone falling, bouncing on the parking lot pavement. Rolling quickly trying to get my bearings, Eddie leans over me, grinning like a sadistic monster in the night.

“Not so untouchable now.” He laughs, placing a white cloth over my nose and mouth. Struggling against him, becoming too weak and heavy. My eyes roll back, nodding off.

--------

My head heavy, a headache starting, my mouth dry. Lifting my head it falls back hitting something round and metal. Groaning, blinking my eyes open, confusion washes over me.

Sitting on the floor of an abandoned house, I’m zip tied by the feeling of it to a structural support, to keep the second floor from caving down. Glancing around, Eddie is watching me, seated in a wooden chair, waiting.

“Where the fuck am I?” I blink at him.

“The beginning bitch.” He grins at me.

My stomach sinks.

[callmemana]

I love this so much!! 🥰🤣🤣

Wicked Intentions 25

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Stark!Reader // (Seriously close) Steve Rogers x Reader // Clint Barton x Reader // T’Challa x Reader.

Warning: Violence. Language. Bullying. Girl Fights. Name Calling. Degrading Comments. Angst. Degrade of Woman (to a point). Criminal Life. Illegal Shit. Fights. Alpha Males. Stalking.

A/N: This is a Bully Romance. High School setting. Mafia Family Life. Woman are on a lower level than males in their world. Just a heads up. This is the third installment of the series. Bad Intentions, Cruel Intentions, and Wicked Intentions.

Credit: Huge shout out to @ml7010 for all the help, pushing, hyping up, putting up with my changes midway through. If it wasn't for this peach, y'all never would have gotten this series or nearly as far as I am now.

“Who the hell could have known?” Peter demands, pacing the living room of the apartment, Bucky and I live in.

“There’s no chance anyone saw us.” Bucky growls, pacing as well.

“What the fuck does it mean, a source?” Becca scoffs, holding the paper.

“TC?” I ask shifting to look at him standing off to the side.

“Yeah?” His eyes lock on to mine.

“What did Ben say?” I rest my chin in my hand, elbow on the arm of the couch.

“What does it matter what Reilly says?” Bucky scoffs.

“Shhh James.” I hush him.

“She really just shut you up.” Clint looks around surprised.

“I’ll punch you.” Bucky warns him.

Clint lifts his hands in surrender.

“Said, someone papered the school in the front page. He said he asked Sophia, she said she heard it from her mom, who works at the hospital.” He nods slowly, watching me.

“Mmm.” A slow smile creeping across my lips.

“I can feel that god damn smile in my bones.” Howie comments.

“Should try having it look you in the eyes.” TC looks away from me quickly.

“Becca,” I coo slipping off the couch.

“Coming Sister Dearest.” She coos back, hurrying off the couch as well.

“Where are you going?” Bucky wonders, watching us head for the door.

“If you can’t put two and two together, baby. I married the wrong man.” I smile sweetly at him, pulling the door open, TC hurries after us.

It’s silent in the room for a moment. “Oh Fuck!” They yell, jumping into action, racing after her and Becca.

It’s lunch time when Becca and I stroll into Saints. Becca snaps her gum, pulling her hair up into a ponytail. Pulling my hoodie off, I hand it to TC, flipping my hat backwards, settling it on my head again. Without pause we walk through the lunchroom.

“Oh shit.” Wanda jumps up, leaving Sam scrambling after her as we pass their table.

Amora and Kitty sitting at a table, oblivious and unaware.

Dropping down into the spot next to Amora, snapping my gum, I grin at her.

The table stops, freezing up. Becca shoves another girl to the floor, taking her seat next to Kitty. She gets up, hurrying away from us.

“Sup?” I flash a fucked-up smile at them.

They exchange a look quickly. “Hi?” Amora squeaks.

“Got something to say?” I wait, watching her, staring her down. She shakes, licking her lips quickly.

“No, I swear.” Her head shakes quickly.

Kitty stares back.

“We heard you got married last night.” Kitty so boldly comments.

“Bucky knock you up?” She smirks; Amora looks like she wants to die on the spot.

I laugh, Becca grins.

“Oh, you got balls, bitch.” I point at her, grinning.

“That’s not a no.” Kitty’s nose crinkles at me.

“Go.” I cut my eyes to Amora who instantly dips, without hesitation.

“So, you are the source.” Becca nods watching her.

Kitty shrugs, tossing her long brown hair over her shoulder. “Maybe you people need to be more careful of where you have personal conversations.” She spits like a snotty teenager.

Licking my lips, I nod slowly. “You people, meaning what?”

“You fucking Stark’s.” She spits at me.

Running my tongue along the inside of my teeth, dragging my bottom lip in, I spit my gum at her. She screams in shock, flinging her hands around to find it.

“I’m a Barnes now, cunt.” I snarl at her.

“I’m a Stark.” Becca hisses at her. She leans slightly away from Becca.

“Whatever both of your stupid little families.” She scoffs, rolling her eyes as she straightens up.

I sniff, nodding, leaning back slightly. Standing up, I grab hold of the left behind lunch tray. Without pausing or missing a beat, I swing, cracking her in the face with it. Kitty falls into Becca who shoves her.

“Hey!” Amora steps forward.

Wanda clocks her, without pause. Dropping her to the floor. Becca’s up, her foot swings through, nailing Kitty in the ribs. Foot coming up off the floor, I slam it down on Kitty’s shoulder, slamming her into the floor.

“Need a reminder of who the fuck I am, bitch?!” Stomping on her again as she cries out. Becca kicked her harder this time. She screams out.

“You think you’re on a level of payback?” I laugh, dropping down to a squat to look at her. She whines in pain. “I’ll curb stomp you in front of the whole school if you so much as ever fucking roll your eyes at me again. Speak of my family, my husband, or me again and I’ll chase you through the woods before I kill you and bury you where you won’t be found.” I smirk at her.

Standing up, I pause looking down at her again. “Oh, and just a reminder, I run the table now, you’ll never be promised, your daddy will never make another deal, and your mother will be shunned.” I smirk at her. Swinging my foot through, I kick her in the head.

“Why didn’t you just banish her?” TC wonders.

“Now what fun would that be?” I grin at him. We move to leave, finding the guys standing in the doorways. “Oops.” I pull my lips in, staring at my husband and brothers.

TC laughs.

“I thought we promised no violence today.” Bucky sighs, arms folded over his chest watching me.

My mouth opens and closes just as fast.

“If I say yes to adventure sex, will that make this go away?” I smile sweetly.

“Oh god.”

“No, no.”

My brothers turn around leaving.

“Did you ever say no?” Clint looks confused.

Bucky laughs, shaking his head at me.

“That’s not a no.” I point out, moving towards him. Following the way my brothers went.

“We haven’t been married 24 hours, and you already broke a promise.” He throws his arm over my shoulder.

“I’ll be good for a month.” I throw out.

He laughs, so do the others with us.

“Shut up, I can be!” I huff.

“Going to need more than adventure sex and behaving.” Bucky shakes his head, grinning.

“Oh man, you’re going to ask for a baby.” I pout.

TC chokes on his laugh.

Clint pauses, causing Steve to run into him.

“Hold on, wait, what?” Steve stumbles after us.

“Oh good, you first.” Becca laughs.

“For what?” Howie asks as we join them at the main doors.

“Bucky wants a baby.” Clint blurts out in shock.

Howie and Peter exchange a look.

“That’s not going to calm her down.” Peter shakes his head, shoving the door open.

“Pregnancy hormones are going to have us all fearing for our lives.” Howie cringes.

Bucky laughs, I shrug, he wasn’t wrong.

“You should probably fear for your life in general with me.” I admit, skipping down the stairs with Becca falling into step with me.

“You didn’t say no.” Bucky laughs, watching me head for my car.

“I didn’t say yes, either.” I point out, shrugging as I grin at him.

“Want to make a bet?” He smirks at me.

“Yeah,” I pause grinning at him “catch me if you can, and I’ll say yes.” Holding up his car keys in my other hand, my keys in hand. Opening my car door, I slip in. The look of shock on Bucky’s face as I start the car. Pausing as I pull out of the parking spot. I toss his keys through the open window; he fumbles to catch them.

“But you can’t keep up at this point.” I smirk, slamming down on the gas, peeling out.

Becca cackling in the passenger seat. The guy’s hurry towards Bucky’s car, but I’m already on the main road, pushing 60mph. I wink at Becca, grinning as I palm the wheel, taking a left. She grabs the handle, laughing.

[callmemana]

I mean… Bobbi is hot and a badass bitch 😏

Wicked Intentions 24

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Stark!Reader // (Seriously close) Steve Rogers x Reader // Clint Barton x Reader // T’Challa x Reader.

Warning: Violence. Language. Bullying. Girl Fights. Name Calling. Degrading Comments. Angst. Degrade of Woman (to a point). Criminal Life. Illegal Shit. Fights. Alpha Males. Stalking.

A/N: This is a Bully Romance. High School setting. Mafia Family Life. Woman are on a lower level than males in their world. Just a heads up. This is the third installment of the series. Bad Intentions, Cruel Intentions, and Wicked Intentions.

Credit: Huge shout out to @ml7010 for all the help, pushing, hyping up, putting up with my changes midway through. If it wasn't for this peach, y'all never would have gotten this series or nearly as far as I am now.

“Smalls.” My brothers call down a hall. Hurrying down towards them, I push Peter out of my way, stepping into the room. They’re both in one room, set up in hospital bed.

“Miss,” my dad coughs, wincing. Standing in the doorway of the hospital room, tears running down my cheeks.

“Daddy,” hurrying towards his bed, crawling into it with him. He’s pulling me close to him, tucking me in.

“Oh now,” he mumbles into the top of my head “I’m alright.”

“Liar.” Sniffling into his chest covered in a hospital gown.

“Nah, just some bumps and bruises. I’m still kicking.” He kisses the top of my head.

“Careful love,” a nurse bustles in “he has a couple cracked ribs. Be gentle with him.” She smiles softly at me.

“Anything else?” I sit up, wiping my eyes.

“Some stitches, a good concussion, and cracked ribs.” She rattles off, checking his monitors.

“And my father in law?” I ask, looking at George, Becca in bed with him, Bucky sitting on the edge with them.

“Fracture of his collar bone, some stitches, and a good concussion on him too.” She peeks at his monitors as well.

“Thank you.” Nodding, brushing at tears still running free.

She pauses, smiling softly at me. “Honestly I’m just glad it wasn’t you again.”

“You and me both.” My father rubs his hand down my back.

“Could you tell my family to come in?” I ask as she heads for the door.

“Of course.”

A moment later, Peter, Howie, my mother and Winni are closing the door behind them.

“What happened?” I ask, lifting my chin, tears still falling.

George nods slowly and my father winces with a breath.

“Eddie and Wade were waiting for us.” My father explains.

Using my knuckles to brush tears away I nod. “What did they say?” I sniff.

“Eddie wanted us to call off the promising between you and James.” George sighs.

My brow dips, blinking a few times. My head tips slightly.

“What?” Peter speaks up.

“Wanted us to tell them the promising was off.” George nods.

“Wade wanted me to force you to step down from the table, have one of the boys take your place, as it should be.” My father adds.

“The fuck?!” Both my brothers bristle behind me.

“Call off the promising for what?” Bucky growls.

“They didn’t say. Just that we were to force you two to split up. That you couldn’t get married.” My father shakes his head.

Nodding my head slowly, Bucky sits seething. Checking my phone for the time.

“We have a little under two hours before sun rises and it’s daylight.” Cutting my eyes up, Becca nods, agreeing.

“What do you want to do?” Howie asks his tone of voice like steel.

“Let’s take a drive boys.” I slip off the bed.

“Smalls.” My father stops me. “You know the one rule we have.” Brown eyes watch me.

“Don’t worry, daddy. I know better than to kill someone in broad daylight.” I wink at him, leaning in to hug him once more before heading for the George, I do the same hugging him tightly.

Heading for the door, our mothers settle in to wait with their husbands.

“Want us to call the girls?” Peter asks.

“No, let them rest. Best we leave Gwen out of things till she has that baby.” I pull the door open; TC is waiting in the hallway, Steve and Clint standing with him. “Where did you two come from?” I pause; the others just as surprised.

“TC called.” Steve pulls me into a hug.

“Thanks for showing up.” Howie and Clint slap hands.

“Who needs matching DNA to be family. We built our own in this bitch.” Clint chuckles, hugging Bucky.

“Let’s take a drive boys.” Slipping from Steve’s arms. Becca falls into step with me as we head down the hallway.

“So, think it’s official none of us can have a normal wedding.” Howie chuckles.

“Hey.” Peter scoffs.

“Dude, you had a quicky wedding.” Howie points out. Peter shrugs in away agreeing with his twin.

“Y/N stabbed a guy at your wedding.” Steve snorts.

“Twice.” Becca laughs.

“Our dads get jumped the night of Y/N’s wedding.” Peter lets out a humors scoff. We pass the nurses station, heading for the exit.

“Do you Stark’s just have bloody weddings?” Clint wonders.

“Barton, I will fuck your girl before you get to marry her.” I warn with a small laugh as we step out the doors.

“I mean you don’t have to ask me twice.” Bobbi is leaning on the side of Clint’s truck, grinning at us.

“Wait, what?” Clint pauses.

“Bobbi?” I laugh.

“Let’s do some fucked up shit, Chaos.” She smirks, pulling open the door to Clint’s ride.

“Are we skipping over the fact you said you’d fuck Smalls?” Clint looks around confused.

“Dude, don’t open that door, you don’t want to go down the road.” Steve laughs, patting him on the shoulder.

“She’s got good taste.” Bucky snorts, leading me towards his car.

“Oh god.” My brothers whine.

With a sassy shrug of my shoulder, I wink at Bucky slipping into the passenger seat.

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Stopping on the road of Eddie’s warehouse. We sit and watch for a moment.

“What do you want to do, Smalls?” Peter asks on speaker phone, sitting in TC’s truck with Howie and Becca.

Watching the warehouse, I smirk slowly.

“Daddy always said daylight leads to witnesses. Not today boys.” I settle back, putting my foot up on the dashboard.

“We’ll see you after school than?” Clint asks.

“Let’s meet at the house, discuss things.” I tell them, knowing everyone sat on speaker phone in separate cars.

“See you then.” Together we leave, knowing full well we’d be back.

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Stepping out of his truck, shoving his bag up his shoulder. Someone approaches too quickly from between cars. Dropping his bag, he spins, grabbing them by the neck, slamming the body into the side of his truck.

Ben Reilly panics, hands up in surrender.

“I was told to report to you.” He babbles, breathless.

“Why are you sneaking around to do such a thing?” He snarls at him.

“I wasn’t sneaking. I just was in a hurry.” Ben shakes.

TC watches him for a moment. “What do you need to tell me?”

Ben swallows hard. “It’s all over the paper, someone papered the school with it.” He holds up a folded front page. TC snatches it from him, letting go to unfold it, scanning the page.

‘Stark and Barnes married in the secret of night’ The collum goes on about how a source told the writer all about how the two got married in the secret of night, only to have their magical night ruined by their fathers being attacked hours later.

“Fuck!” TC backs up a step. “Who is the source?” He demands.

“I don’t know. I’ve been asking.”

“Your girl?” He lifts a brow at Ben.

“No, she said she heard about it from her mom.” Ben admits.

“Her mom?” His brow drops down now.

“She works at the hospital, apparently a lot of the nurses were talking about how they heard the two got married last night.” Ben swallows.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” TC whispers to himself.

“What do we do?” Ben wonders, looking nervous.

“You, run away before I pound you into the parking lot. I deal with this, bitch.” TC spits. Ben rushes off.

Pulling his phone from his pocket he swipes a few times opening the group chat.

TC: ASAP EMERGECY MEETING

Chaos: Apartment, now.

The others ding in with ‘on the way’

[callmemana]

Wicked Intentions 23

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Stark!Reader // (Seriously close) Steve Rogers x Reader // Clint Barton x Reader // T’Challa x Reader.

Warning: Violence. Language. Bullying. Girl Fights. Name Calling. Degrading Comments. Angst. Degrade of Woman (to a point). Criminal Life. Illegal Shit. Fights. Alpha Males. Stalking.

A/N: This is a Bully Romance. High School setting. Mafia Family Life. Woman are on a lower level than males in their world. Just a heads up. This is the third installment of the series. Bad Intentions, Cruel Intentions, and Wicked Intentions.

Credit: Huge shout out to @ml7010 for all the help, pushing, hyping up, putting up with my changes midway through. If it wasn't for this peach, y'all never would have gotten this series or nearly as far as I am now.

“Damn Tony married two kids, got a grandbaby coming in months’ time. You Stark’s are busy.” George laughs as they exit the car in the warehouse parking lot.

“Married both your kids off in less than 48 hours of each other, Barnes.” He laughs back.

“That girl of ours is something else, I tell you.” George chuckles, nodding.

“Just you wait and see.” Tony grins, pulling open the side door of the warehouse, together they step in.

Dimly lit, meant to be empty but for the two of them. They’d only come tonight to check the logs, having missed the day of shipments due to the wedding.

A familiar, eerie click out of place with their footsteps.

Cold metal pressed to the back of his head.

“Problem boys?” He chuckles, slowly turning around. George smirks in the dim lit doing the same.

“You have one.” Eddie chuckles.

“Looks like you didn’t learn your lesson.” George chuckles.

“Miss is going to be real disappointed.” Tony snickers.

“She’s going to kill him.” George laughs.

“I’m not scared of your daughter.” Eddie sneers.

George and Tony exchange a look. “Why you lying to us and yourself, Eddie?” George chuckles.

“Everyone fears her. She’s unstable and ruthless.” Tony snorts. “Your own daddy gets nervous around her.” He laughs.

“My father isn’t scared of anyone!” Eddie blurts out, breathless.

“He knows we know his father, right?” Tony looks to George.

“Does he think we’re senile?” George lifts a brow.

“He must have us confused.” Tony nods.

“Shut up old man.” Wade pushes harder on the gun pushed to the side of George’s head.

“My son in law is going to rip you limb from limb and beat you with your own parts.” Tony glares at him.

“He’s not your son in law yet.” Wade bites out at him.

Tony and George snort at the same time.

“Cut the promising off. Y/N doesn’t marry James, or I put a bullet in your head.” Eddie warns.

“She steps down from the table, and a man takes her place like it’s supposed to be.” Wade snarls.

Tony pinches the bridge of his nose, snickering to himself.

George has a hand over his mouth, trying to quiet his laughter.

“What’s so funny, fuckers?!” Wade demands.

Tony laughs for a moment. “You two. You think we can call off the promising?”

“You’re the fathers, you’re head of the table. You can do it!” Eddie snaps.

“These new age boys are stupid.” George laughs, loudly.

“Daddies didn’t teach them enough.” Tony cracks up.

“Us tell Chaos what to do?” George slaps his knee as he bends laughing harder.

“Call off the promising.” Tony laughs harder, his hand on George’s back as they burst with laughter.

“I can’t, I can’t breathe.” George gasps between words as he laughs.

“Oh shit, that’s funny.” Tony wipes his eyes, still chuckling.

Wade and Eddie exchange a look.

“James and Y/N aren’t promised to each other. They’re engaged. Of their own choice.” George straightens up, glaring at them, his voice no longer filled with humor but darkened.

“Call it off.” Wade growls, stepping closer.

“Better pull that trigger, bitch. My son is going to break you in half.” George smirks in Wade’s face.

“Tell her it’s over, Stark.” Eddie pushes the barrel against the side of Tony’s head harshly.

Tony grins at Eddie. “You better do something worth it; my daughter is going to rip your skin from your body and make your bones do the cha cha.” He warns.

“She ain’t shit.” Wade snaps.

“Nah,” George’s lips curl “you just can’t handle a woman in charge. Make your dick limp, knowing she’s bigger, better and more powerful than you’ll ever amount to be. Feared by all and more dangerous than a man.”

Wade’s jaw clenches.

“Cutting my daughter down won’t make your dicks bigger boys. But it will piss her off to the point she cuts you into pieces and mails you in parts back to your mothers.” Tony flashes a cocky smirk at them.

Eddie swings the gun back, cracking Tony in the side of the face. Wade hits George in the head.

----------

The ringing comes from both sides. Both of us start moving, confused. Hitting ignore I drop back on the bed, yanking the blanket up to my chest, rolling back over. Buck grumbles about something, settling back in. It’s a moment of silence, before the ringing starts again from both sides.

“Why?” I whine, rolling over, snatching my phone up. Buck does the same.

“What?!” Is demanded as we answer.

“Smalls?” Howie’s voice shakes.

“Howard?” Rubbing my eyes.

“You’re needed, it’s bad.” Sitting up, my other hand holding the blanket to my chest.

“What happened?” I breathe.

“Dad and George. They’re in the hospital.”

Like running into a brick wall, I’m disoriented. It hurts to breathe in.

“What?!” Bucky is yelling into the phone next to me.

“We’re coming.” Dropping my phone without hanging up, I rush from the bed. Bucky is suddenly doing the same, both of us rushing to get dressed.

Buttoning my jeans, in my bra, our room door opens.

“Y/N! Bucky?” Becca calls out.

“Bec’s?” He calls back, yanking on a shirt. She’s running up the stairs.

Her eyes lock with her brothers she’s rushing at him. Pulling her into a hug, he wraps her up. Grabbing my hoodie off the bed, I yank it on. Sitting down I pull on my ankle boots before gathering my hair up in a ponytail.

“Come on.” Bucky shifts, grabbing his sister’s hand, together we head down the stairs for the door.

Stopping by the door, I pause, grabbing the baseball bat resting against a corner. They both stop watching me as I test the weight in one hand, nodding I move past them. Pulling my phone from my back pocket, I hit call.

“Boss?” TC sounds groggy.

“Someone attacked my fathers.” I inform him as we head down the stairs towards the main door.

“What?!” He’s suddenly alert.

“Meet me at the hospital. I’m feeling rather sparky tonight.” Ripping the door open, the two follow behind me.

“I’ll pack the truck.” He agrees before hanging up.

“Sparky?” Bec’s looks to Bucky.

“No idea.” He admits.

-------- Everything Peaches 9/21/24 @mo320 @ml7010 @babizza @kmc1989 @coley0823 @aiva-gwen-aers @royal-sunflower @camelliasblossom @shinycupcakebaker @purpleeclipseeggsland @daughterofthenight117 @hisredheadedgoddess28

Bucky 'Fuck Me Up' Barnes: @jbbarnesgirl @kaylaphantomhive @starryeyes-sadmind

Series tags: @sebastians-love @otterlycanadian

[callmemana]

Same, Frank, same. 🤭

Wicked Intentions 22

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Stark!Reader // (Seriously close) Steve Rogers x Reader // Clint Barton x Reader // T’Challa x Reader.

Warning: Violence. Language. Bullying. Girl Fights. Name Calling. Degrading Comments. Angst. Degrade of Woman (to a point). Criminal Life. Illegal Shit. Fights. Alpha Males. Stalking.

A/N: This is a Bully Romance. High School setting. Mafia Family Life. Woman are on a lower level than males in their world. Just a heads up. This is the third installment of the series. Bad Intentions, Cruel Intentions, and Wicked Intentions.

Credit: Huge shout out to @ml7010 for all the help, pushing, hyping up, putting up with my changes midway through. If it wasn't for this peach, y'all never would have gotten this series or nearly as far as I am now.

“It’s last minute, I didn’t have a lot to pick from.” My mother holds up a garment bag. “But your brothers even agreed it’s exactly you.” She hangs it up on the door, unzipping the bag.

“Mom,” I grin.

“Later, let’s finish your hair and makeup.” She smiles, hurrying over to help.

Settling back in the chair. Gwen curling my hair, Becca is working on my makeup.

-------

Smoothing a hand down my dress, taking a deep breath. Peter and Howie are joining me. A bouquet of flowers in hand for me.

“Thank you.” Taking them.

“You’re the best-looking bride there could be.” Peter hugs me. I laugh, hugging him back.

“Too good for Buck.” Howie hugs me next.

“Maybe so, but there will never be anyone else for me in this life.” I admit pulling back slowly.

Both my brother’s nod. “We knew that long before you did, Smalls.” Peter laughs, kissing my cheek.

“We knew when you rolled your eyes, at his name.” Howie chuckles, kissing my other cheek.

“I think I knew the first time he touched me. I told him I’d break his sternum and watch him suffocate.” I smile softly.

“He survived touching you, that was a huge sign.” Peter smirks.

“Dad’s coming, you ready?” Howie asks, holding my free hand for a moment.

Nodding, I suck in a breath again.

“We’re going to get seated.” Peter places his hand on top of mine and Howie’s they both squeeze, leaving me there.

“Chaos,” Clint and Steve step up next to me, making me laugh.

“Boys.” I grin at them.

“Satan did some serious work when he crafted you for your wedding day.” Steve grins, leaning into kiss my cheek.

“Why thank you.” I blush, shrugging a shoulder.

“You’ll kill the guy before you get to, I do, dressed like that.” Clint hugs me.

“Think I’ll get his life insurance?” I giggle as we pull apart.

“It’s her wedding day and she’s dressed like a widow.” Steve smirks.

“She’s Satan, Steve.” Clint winks at me.

“We’ll see you at the end of the aisle.” Steve assures me, before they too leave.

It’s a moment alone before my father steps up. Putting his elbow out for me.

“Ready little miss?” He gives me a soft, sad smile.

“I’m ready, daddy.” Gripping his elbow with my free hand. Music starts, and my father takes the first step, I follow.

No chairs, my brothers, sisters, mom and TC are standing on one side.

Bucky waits with Frankie at the end.

Clint, Steve, Becca, Winni and George stand on the other side.

Everyone dressed in black. Just like the first day we arrived at Saints, I walk towards James Buchanan Barnes, standing there watching me.

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Appearing on the arm of her father. Dressed in a black gown, fitting for the chaos she is.

Her top, sheer, lace and long sleeve, with a black bra. Her middle bare, the skirt sits high up on her waist. Long silk, black in matching, the material folds together creating a slit up the side. Her hair in pinned up curly bun.

Speechless as she walks towards him, something the same and yet so different from the first day at Saints. When she reaches him, she pauses to throw her arms around her father’s neck. He squeezes her back. When she pulls back, she turns to face him. Putting his hand out for hers, she slips hers into his and steps closer.

“I was told they wanted to have their own vows.” Frank announces softly. “James,” he nods.

“I knew that day, when you stumbled upon us while out running. I knew you were going to ruin my whole life. The way your eyes never held fear, never flinched, but lit up, filled with thrill at my warning. Watching you leave, I knew that you were going to wreck everything in me. Then you threatened me, in my car.” He chuckles, she laughs, their guest do too. “You’d ruin me for anyone else and slipped out. You took my soul with you when you left that night. I was yours and nothing else.”

She grins at him.

“I’m nothing without you, Y/N Barnes. Nothing. If it’s your life or mine, I’ll give you mine to make sure you see tomorrow. Nothing in this life will ever keep me away from you, I will crawl back to you no matter how I have too.” He lets go of her hands, cupping her cheeks.

“I’ll never be good enough for you, not close to it, but I’ll kill anyone who thinks they could have you. Cold and dead nothing will stop me because I’ll still be yours.”

She lets out a soft, breathy laugh.

“Even in death, everything I am, all that I have is yours. Death has nothing on loving you.”

“Damn.” Frank whispers, watching them. “Y/N,” Frank looks to her. He takes her hands once again.

“James Barnes, I love you, but I don’t want your life, if it’s yours or mine. Without you, there is no life worth living. If it comes to your life, hell better bring its biggest army, because nothing will stand in my way of keeping you all to myself.” She shakes with a small laugh, eyes glassy with unshed tears. He chuckles.

“I knew the day you touched me on my first day at Saints, I was wrecked, ruined, completely and utterly yours.” She breaths. “You threatened me, and I knew I had a new love language.” Everyone chuckles. “When you told me ‘You better pray to whatever God you believe in; you didn’t lie to me’ in class, I was head over heels, completely in love with you.” He laughs quietly.

“Nothing in this life or after will keep me from you, James Barnes. Not a person. Not even death. And when the demons come for a pound of flesh, hell better fear me, cause if they come for you, I’ll take everyone and anyone, this whole fucking town down with me.”

“Finding you, meeting you, being chased by you, making a bet with you.” She smiles. “Was all the best things that could happen to me. But you need to know something,” she grins wickedly.

“I don’t give a fuck what happened before me. But during me, even after me. I’ll kill a bitch.” They both repeat together, but so do Clint and Steve. Making everyone laugh.

“Craziest vows I’ve ever heard.” Frank shakes his head. “Moving on to rings.” He chuckles softly.

He and Y/N grin at one another.

Rings, and a few more words spoken.

“I pronounce you husband and wife. The Barnes.” Frank announces.

He pulls Y/N in, dropping his mouth to hers. Just like a few months ago he claimed her at a party, only now claiming her as his wife.

“Wife.” He pulls back whispering to her.

“Better never forget it Boss man.” She winks at him. He laughs, leaning down to kiss her again.

------------ Everything Peaches 9/21/24 @mo320 @ml7010 @babizza @kmc1989 @coley0823 @aiva-gwen-aers @royal-sunflower @camelliasblossom @shinycupcakebaker @purpleeclipseeggsland @daughterofthenight117 @hisredheadedgoddess28

Bucky 'Fuck Me Up' Barnes: @jbbarnesgirl @kaylaphantomhive @starryeyes-sadmind

Series tags: @sebastians-love @otterlycanadian

[callmemana]

Them rapping to WAP!! 🤣🤣

Wicked Intentions21

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Stark!Reader // (Seriously close) Steve Rogers x Reader // Clint Barton x Reader // T’Challa x Reader.

Warning: Violence. Language. Bullying. Girl Fights. Name Calling. Degrading Comments. Angst. Degrade of Woman (to a point). Criminal Life. Illegal Shit. Fights. Alpha Males. Stalking.

A/N: This is a Bully Romance. High School setting. Mafia Family Life. Woman are on a lower level than males in their world. Just a heads up. This is the third installment of the series. Bad Intentions, Cruel Intentions, and Wicked Intentions.

Credit: Huge shout out to @ml7010 for all the help, pushing, hyping up, putting up with my changes midway through. If it wasn't for this peach, y'all never would have gotten this series or nearly as far as I am now.

Stepping into the Stark house, music vibrates sounding like it’s coming from the back patio. The five of them exchange a look at the music.

“Is that,” Peter’s brow drops down.

“No.” Howie sweats.

“WAP.” Clint nods to the beat.

Buck pinches the bridge of his nose, shaking his head. “Why do you know this song?”

Clint’s mouthing the words, as they move towards the cracked French doors leading to the patio. Curtains pulled back, giving them a view to the pool.

The girls are together. Gwen on a floaty. Bobbi sits on the edge of the pool. Wanda is in the water with a drink in hand, sunglasses on.

Becca and Y/N are standing the bar attached to the pool, only they’re rapping the song together. Gwen and Wanda hyping them up, Bobbi can’t breathe she’s laughing so hard.

“I don’t cook, I don’t clean but let me tell you how I got this ring.” Y/N and Becca hold their left hands up, flashing off their rings.

Y/N continues to make a drink while Becca continues the song.

“Gobble me, swallow me. Drip down the side of me. Quick, jump out before you let it get inside of me. I tell him where to put it, never tell him where I’m about to be. I run down on him before I have a” she pauses for a second “running me. Talk yo shit, bite yo lip. Ask for a car while you ride that dick.”

“She couldn’t have been a boy?!” Bucky groans.

“I could have lived all my life without that.” Steve sighs, hands on his hips.

“I think I’m having a stroke.” Clint rubs the side of his chest.

“No, I’m having a stroke.” Peter whines.

Y/N is holding her now filled glass in hand. Going off to the song playing still.

“Your honor, I’m a freak bitch, handcuffs, leashes. Switch my wig, make him feel like he’s cheating. Put him on his knees, give him something to believe in.” Her hands move, fingers pointed, hips rocking.

“Never lost a fight, but I’m looking for a beating.” Gwen about spits her drink out, Wanda and Bobbi cheers to her. “In the food chain, I’m the one that eat ya. If he ate my ass, he’s a bottom feeder. Big D stands for Big Demeanor. I could make you bust before I ever meet ya. If it don’t hang, then he can’t bang. You can’t hurt my feelings, but I like pain.” She flexes her free arm, laughing.

“If he fucks me and asks, ‘whose is it?’ When I ride the dick, I’ma spell my name.” Her hands come up to her face, elbows at her middle, hips rolling.

The doors ripped open.

Peter is screaming “When did this become a WHORE house!?” At his sister. The music continues, but the girls are stock still, exchanging looks.

“Hi big brother!” Y/N laughs.

“Oh, my husbands’ home.” Gwen laughs from her floaty.

“There better be sunscreen on that belly.” Peter points at his wife.

Indeed, her belly rounding out is promptly baking in the sun. Bobbi grabs something from the side of the pool, tossing it to Wanda who turns quickly with it. Gwen’s hands go up, Wanda sprays side to side across her belly.

“You worry too much.” Y/N laughs.

“Are you drunk, Smalls?” Steve steps out of the house next.

“What?” Y/N grins, but she slightly sways on her feet.

Buck leans on the door frame watching her.

“Are you all drunk?” Clint looks over at Bobbi. Who’s wide eyed and pink in the face.

“Who?” They chirp together.

“Didn’t know we had owls.” Howie snorts.

“Not me!” Gwen holds up her cup.

The four girls turning looking at her. “Way to come out like the good wife.” Y/N scoffs at her sister.

“You’re not a wife.” Gwen gives a smart-ass sigh, sipping from her straw.

“Hell, no she ain’t.” Bucky laughs.

Gwen’s snarky smirk drops, she sticks her tongue out at him.

“Suck it.” Y/N sasses at her sister.

“If she’d done that in the first place, she wouldn’t be pregnant.” Bobbi comments slamming the rest of her cup.

“Hey!” Gwen gasps.

Y/N cackles loudly. “Fuck yes Bobbi!”

“Shut up newbie.” Gwen crinkles her nose at Bobbi. Bobbi winks at Gwen, blowing her a kiss.

“Hey, hey, hey.” Howie is trying to take both cups from his sister and Becca. “No. No more.” He goes to reach for his sisters. Only she smacks him in the side of the head with her other hand.

“No touchies.” She points a finger at him. He holds the side of his head.

“First of all. Ow.” He glares at his sister. “Second of all, you need to sober up.”

Y/N snickers, taking a large drink from the cup. “Says who?” She sasses, wiping the drink drippling down her chin.

“We need to talk, baby girl.” He watches her, smirking.

Her face goes slack. Handing her cup to Steve, who chuckles taking a drink from it. His eye twitches, which tells Bucky how strong of a drink it is.

“What happened? Did something change?” Her brown eyes wide.

Shaking his head knowing she’s worrying about the wedding. “No not that, something we need settled before then.” Peter cracks a water bottle from the bar, handing it to his baby sister.

“Should I get dressed?” she asks, downing the water in hand.

“Yes.” Howie and Peter sighs.

“Throw some bottoms on.” He smirks at her.

Pointing to her shorts on one of the chairs, Clint grabs them, bringing them over to her. She finishes her water, and steps into her shorts. He leads her over to the patio table off to the side, a little away from everyone else, under a gazebo.

“Did something happen?” she asks as she takes a seat. Steve slides her another water.

“The night at the warehouse, Pietro mentioned wanting to get into bed with us.” He settles in next to her. She nods as she takes a sip from the bottled water.

“We have a rule between us.” Peter explains. “When we got into business together.”

“What rule?” She asks softly.

“If you don’t agree, we don’t get into bed with another.” Steve tells her.

She chews her bottom lip, nodding slowly.

“We’ve told you before you’re the center of both of us. What we do, we do with you in mind. Working together we agreed to stick with that.” Howie nods.

“If you don’t agree working with Pietro, we don’t.” Clint shrugs.

“You will always know the workings of what we are doing, nobody will ever hang it over your head you aren’t in the know.” Bucky assures her.

“Working with the Maximoff’s, will it cause more trouble?” she asks.

They exchange a look. “Eddie won’t like it.” Peter admits, shrugging.

She sips her water for a moment. “Fuck Eddie, he’s this close to dying.” Her eyes roll.

Buck smirks, shrugging. “She’s not wrong.”

“Do we all agree with Smalls?” Steve wonders, looking around the table.

“On killing Eddie or working with Pietro?” Howie smirks.

“Both.” Bucky grins.

“Oh absolutely.” Peter smiles back.

“I’d love to kill him.” Clint chuckles.

“Guess we’re in bed with Pietro.” Steve glances over.

“Guess we are.” He nods.

“Hold on.” She puts her hand up, stopping them from moving. “Since when did all of you start calling me Smalls?” She glances around the table. “Except Bucky.” She points a finger at him.

The four of them exchange a look.

“You’re our baby sister too.” Steve shrugs.

“Sweets is great, but Smalls, it’s deeper.” Clint admits.

“Like dad will ever give up calling you Miss. You’ll always be Smalls.” Peter shrugs.

“Head of the table, married, nothing changes you being our baby sister at the end of the day. No matter the situation, you’re Smalls before anything else to us.” Howie explains.

She shakes her head, moving to stand up. He gets up, falling in line with her. “I win though, I get to call you my wife, no matter the situation, till death.” He chuckles softly; she looks over grinning at him.

------------ Everything Peaches 9/21/24 @mo320 @ml7010 @babizza @kmc1989 @coley0823 @aiva-gwen-aers @royal-sunflower @camelliasblossom @shinycupcakebaker @purpleeclipseeggsland @daughterofthenight117 @hisredheadedgoddess28

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Series tags: @sebastians-love @otterlycanadian

[callmemana]

Wicked Intentions 20

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Stark!Reader // (Seriously close) Steve Rogers x Reader // Clint Barton x Reader // T’Challa x Reader.

Warning: Violence. Language. Bullying. Girl Fights. Name Calling. Degrading Comments. Angst. Degrade of Woman (to a point). Criminal Life. Illegal Shit. Fights. Alpha Males. Stalking.

A/N: This is a Bully Romance. High School setting. Mafia Family Life. Woman are on a lower level than males in their world. Just a heads up. This is the third installment of the series. Bad Intentions, Cruel Intentions, and Wicked Intentions.

Credit: Huge shout out to @ml7010 for all the help, pushing, hyping up, putting up with my changes midway through. If it wasn't for this peach, y'all never would have gotten this series or nearly as far as I am now.

Coming down the stairs of the loft, he looks around, living room and kitchen empty. The bathroom door open and is dark. He glances over at the balcony door, cracked open, the soft lights on the railing are on. He moves towards it, pulling the door open, smell of smoke hits instantly.

She’s curled up in one chair on the balcony, feet tucked under her, cigarette between her fingers. Not something she does often, but something she picked up during their breakup. Her messy hair tied up in a ball on the top of her head. Wearing his T-shirt drowning her frame.

“Yeah?” he asks, sitting down in the chair beside her. She looks over, sighing softly. Handing over the smoke to him.

“Yeah.” She rolls her eyes.

“Explain it to me.” He takes a pull from the smoke, watching her. Her head tips, staring out at the night ahead of them. He shifts to watch her. Licking her lips slowly, she pulls her bottom lip in.

“Would you run away with me James?” Brown eyes fall back to him, watching him.

His brow pulls in before he chuckles. “Oh yeah, let’s just pack the car and go.” Shaking his head at her.

Her head tips watching him now. Something about the way she stares at him, makes his heart sink. “You’re not kidding.” He nods, taking another pull off the smoke.

She looks away, brushing a loose strand of hair from her eyes. “We could you know. Run away. Go somewhere else, anywhere else. Be anyone we want to be. We don’t have to be criminals.” She whispers softly.

Nodding slowly, he takes a pull once more, before reaching forward, two fingers under her chin, turning her head back to him.

“Yeah, we could.” She blinks in surprise. “We could run, sure. I could get a factory job, you could work in some hole in the wall as a server or be a stay at home mom.” He agrees. “But that won’t ever stop us from being criminals. But it will come with a lot more jail time, a lot more cops involved. First person you punch for looking at you, you’re doing jail time.” He nods slowly.

She sucks in a breath, looking defeated.

“Besides, you’d never leave your girls. You’d never walk away from your brothers. The first time something goes wrong. Someone touches Becca, a rumor about Gwen and you’re right back here.” He points down, smoke still between his fingers.

“What do we do, Bucky?” For the first time, fear flashes in her brown eyes. “We think it was bad this time for Howie and Becca’s wedding. I can’t sleep knowing worse is coming for ours.”

“There is no hell that can take you from me.” He assures her.

“Let’s get married.” She whispers, his eyes get wide for a moment.

“Chaos we are.” He shakes his head.

“Now. Not later. No big wedding. Not for show. Marry me, now, before anyone can take you from me, or me from you.” She pleads. Her eyes growing red at the edges, glassy with unshed tears.

Flicking the smoke over the balcony he shifts, moving closer to her. His hands on the sides of her face, holding her to him.

“Nobody, Y/N Stark will take you from me. Do you understand me? No fucking one will ever take you from me. Don’t you ever think like that again.” He murmurs harshly between them. “You want to get married, just us, you got it. I was never marrying you for show. I told you from the beginning, you are mine, you’ll always be mine. This lifetime, the next and I’ll put down anyone who thinks they can have you.”

Her eyes squeeze closed, tears slip slowly from the corners. He brushes them away with his thumbs, kissing her forehead.

“You want to elope?” He mumbles against her skin.

“Please?” Her hands grip the front of his shirt.

Pulling her into him, shifting her so she’s in his lap, curling into him.

“Alright, we’ll wake my parents.” He nods, kissing the top of her head, holding her tightly.

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Winni is hurrying to open the door for my own parents. George is seated on the couch across from us. I can hear my parents before I see them.

“Y/N Stark,” my mother’s stern tone greets me.

I cringe hard.

“you better not be pregnant already.” Bucky slightly shifts, putting a little distance between us on the couch we’re seated on.

“Christ mom.” I groan, dropping my head back into the couch cushion.

“It’s three in the morning, Y/N.” She huffs at me, taking a seat. I see Winni holding the cross necklace she wears, muttering to herself.

Bucky groans, looking away from his mother as well.

“Is she,” I blink at him.

“Praying.” He mumbles, dragging his hands over his face.

My mouth pulls down as I nod.

“Oof.”

“What’s going on, Miss.” My father settles back.

Taking a deep breathe, I look at Bucky before we look at our parents.

“We want to get married.” I nod.

Our mothers exchange a look, confusion on all their faces.

“I’m confused.” Winni holds up a hand, taking a seat next to her husband.

“We know we’re getting married. In weeks’ time.” Bucky explains.

“We don’t want to wait.” I blurt out. Bucky grabs my hand, squeezing tight.

It’s silent for a moment.

“We have traditions Y/N.” My mother sighs.

My shoulders drop, Bucky rolls his eyes. Irritation fills my belly.

“Fuck tradition.” I snap. Startling the room. “You talk tradition, I don’t have a dick! I’m heading the table, and I don’t have a dick! Tradition, mom, fuck that. I am nothing close to traditional. I stabbed a man at Howie’s wedding today!” Throwing my free hand up, shaking my head.

“Miss.” My father starts.

“No daddy! You want tradition, than Bucky takes over, I’m just a wife.” Throwing my hand up again, dropping back against the couch. “I’m going to shop and have babies and lots of hair appointments and brunch with boring bitches married to the table.” I sass.

“Tony,” George sighs “they have a point.”

“Eddie wants her, I’ll be dead before he has her.” Bucky watches my father.

“But we’ve been planning a wedding.” My mother huffs at her husband. “Sent out invites.”

“To all the people that watched her stab someone today.” My father replies.

My mothers mouth puckers.

“You understand what this means, Y/N?” George watches me for a moment.

Glancing at Bucky he nods. I nod slowly.

“My father steps down and I take over completely.”

Our fathers nod in agreement.

“I understand.” I nod.

“Tony.” My mother blinks wide eyes.

“We broke traditions when we had a girl, when we let her decide what she wanted to be. When we decided to have her take over. When we let her pick her own husband, Pepper. She’s right, fuck tradition.” He sighs, shaking his head.

“What if they don’t give up getting married, or having a wedding?” Winni speaks up. “What if we have a secret, in the dark wedding?” She offers.

The room exchanges a look.

“What do you mean?” Buck asks.

“Tomorrow night, after midnight. In the dark, speak of no word of it. You get married in the garden here?” She points to the side of the house. “Very, very small. Just this family. The garden walls are high enough no one would be able to stumble upon us. You’d still have a wedding, but for only yourselves.” She shrugs.

“Your father could still give you away. We could be apart of it. Your girls. Your brothers.” My mother adds in.

Looking at Bucky he nods, agreeing. Nodding in return, he smiles at me.

“One night.” He assures me.

“One night.” Agreeing with him.

“Nobody speak of this. If anyone asks.” My mother stands, trying to pick her words.

“Pregnancy scare.” George throws out.

Bucky’s head drops, hanging as he groans.

“Fair enough.” I nod slowly. With that our parents set about leaving us.

“We can make one day. Right?” I turn looking at Bucky. He shifts facing me. His hand slips to the back of my neck.

“We’re going to make it a whole lot longer than one day.” He leans in kissing me.

-------------- Everything Peaches 9/21/24 @mo320 @ml7010 @babizza @kmc1989 @coley0823 @aiva-gwen-aers @royal-sunflower @camelliasblossom @shinycupcakebaker @purpleeclipseeggsland @daughterofthenight117 @hisredheadedgoddess28

Bucky 'Fuck Me Up' Barnes: @jbbarnesgirl @kaylaphantomhive

Series tags: @sebastians-love @otterlycanadian

[callmemana]

“Plot twist, bitch” is right! 🤭🤭

Wicked Intentions 19

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Stark!Reader // (Seriously close) Steve Rogers x Reader // Clint Barton x Reader // T’Challa x Reader.

Warning: Violence. Language. Bullying. Girl Fights. Name Calling. Degrading Comments. Angst. Degrade of Woman (to a point). Criminal Life. Illegal Shit. Fights. Alpha Males. Stalking.

Characters: Peter Stark. Howie Stark. Bucky Barnes. Steve Rogers. Clint Barton. TC (T’Challa). Ben Reilly. Cledus Kasady (CK). Brock Rumlow. Gwen Stacy. Wanda Maximoff. Becca Barnes. Amore Lorelei. Kitty Pryde. Frank Castle. George Barnes. Joe Rogers. Winni Barnes. Pepper Stark. Wade Wilson. Eddie Brock. Warner Strucker. Barney Barton. Bobbi Morse. Pietro Maximoff. Logan.

A/N: This is a Bully Romance. High School setting. Mafia Family Life. Woman are on a lower level than males in their world. Just a heads up. This is the third installment of the series. Bad Intentions, Cruel Intentions, and Wicked Intentions.

Credit: Huge shout out to @ml7010 for all the help, pushing, hyping up, putting up with my changes midway through. If it wasn't for this peach, y'all never would have gotten this series or nearly as far as I am now.

Eddie’s few guys, near him, Wade apart of them. His eyes cut Wade up, he glares back. TC is suddenly on the other side of her. The guys sliding around them. Only Howie doesn’t move, staying in the middle of the dance floor, Becca beside him.

“Eddie what do you think you’re doing?” Tony steps up, his own father follows. The boys and Y/N move with them, her tucked behind them.

Eddie laughs, downing the glass of champagne before shaking his head. “Don’t pretend you’re in charge old man.” Eddie tosses the butter knife carelessly off to the side. “We know the truth.”

Tony and his dad exchange a look. Shifting to the side exposing Peter, Clint, and Steve. His eyes drop to her, lifting her chin, they part. Allowing her to walk through, towards Eddie. He cuts between them, following her a few steps behind.

“Eddie, Darlin’.” She tosses a curl back, hand out towards the wedding. “If you wanted an invite, you’re a little late and very under dressed. I’m sure your mother taught you better.” She pauses a few steps away from the table he’s standing at. Eddie grins, dropping down off the chair.

“Fuck Stark,” he groans tossing the champagne glass, shattering when it hits the floor “you’re a fucking vision.” He steps towards her.

“Better than a fucking dream, I’ve heard.” She shrugs.

Eddie mmm’s loudly, looking her over again. “I don’t doubt that for a second.”

“You’re too late, fucker. She’s married. Nothing you can do now.” She warns Eddie is a cold tone.

He shrugs, tipping his head from side to side. “Who says I’m here for her?” He tisks. “I thought you were smarter than that.” His head tips to one side watching her.

Y/N scoffs, rolling her eyes. “You don’t have the fucking balls to come for me.” Her dark red painted lips turn up in a smirk. “Unless you got a death wish.”

Clint chuckles quietly.

It does the opposite to Eddie. He moves quickly, hand wrapped around Y/N’s neck. TC’s fast, gun pointed at Eddie’s temple.

“Wrong bitch.” Y/N whispers from the hold on her neck.

“Let. Go.” TC warns.

Buck steps forward as a barrel meets the side of TC’s head. “Back down.” Wade warns in a growl.

“You first.” Pietro at Wades back, gun to the base of his skull.

“Plot twist, bitch.” Y/N chokes out a laugh in Eddie’s face.

Eddie’s eyes slice to TC. “You’d die for her?” He tips his head at Y/N.

“As long as you die too.” TC stares back.

They have a stare off, no eyes on her. Wrong thing to do. Never take your eyes off Satan.

Her hand drops to the slit in her dress, before her fingers flip it around, pushing her hand up, Eddie gasps. Looking down between them.

She rips her hand back.

“Flesh wound.” She grins in his face. Eddie’s hand drops from her neck. Wade looks shocked, focus broken. Pietro cracks him in the back of the head, shoving him towards Eddie’s guys.

“You bitch.” Eddie looks from the spot on his grey button down, soaking with blood.

Y/N nods, looking at her switch blade, before she suddenly slams it into his shoulder, making him scream.

“It’s Satan to you, bitch.” She snarls. “Remember me, fear me, fucking run before I cut your throat in the middle of my brothers wedding.” She twists the blade ripping it back out. Frankie locks up Eddie in a hold, dragging him backwards towards the door. Logan and Luke are shoving Eddie’s guys towards the door.

He's crowding her, watching her hands shake holding the blade. TC puts his gun away, putting his hand on the small of her back. The guys crowding her, Clint puts his hands out, cupping the knife.

“Smalls, let it go.” He whispers.

Bucky cups her chin, her focus far away. Her chest rises and falls quickly.

Flashbacks.

“Hey, hey, right here.” He nods, her eyes slowly slip to him. Blinking she stares up at him.

“Let go, let’s get you cleaned up.” Steve speaks softly to her on the other side.

Her hands drop from the knife as if it burned her. Clint turns handing it to Frankie, who is passing by.

“We’ll have Frankie get rid of it, get you a new one.” He assures her.

She nods slowly.

“Smalls, we should clean you up.” Steve nods, looking at her hands, fingers coated in blood.

She swallows hard, blinking rapidly.

“I need a moment.” She whispers at him, staring up at him. He nods assuring her he understood. Turning on her toes, the wedding watching her. “Well damn, I swore I wasn’t going to steal the light from my sister and brother tonight.” Her laugh shakes. The room shifts, murmuring starting.

“Shots!” His dad throws his hands up. “Let’s do a round of drinks, shots! On me people. Let’s have a drink!”

“Music!” Tony nods, pointing at the DJ.

People start moving, music starts playing. The bartenders start pouring drinks.

Quickly they rush her off, Peter follows a few steps behind.

Standing the woman’s bathroom, water running, towels ruined.

“It’s not on my dress, right?” She turns from side to side, looking in the mirror.

“No, baby it’s not on your dress.” He assures her.

“I ruined the wedding.” She spins staring at them.

The bathroom door swings open, Howie and Becca hurrying in. Howie helping carry the back of her dress. She shoves Buck out of the way to get to Y/N, pulling her into a hug.

“Are you okay?” Becca pulls back looking her over.

“What do you mean, I ruined your wedding!” Y/N blurts out.

Howie and Becca exchange a confused look.

“How would you have ruined it?” Howie asks.

Y/N’s head tips looking at her brother with confusion.

“We’re criminal’s Small’s.” Howie laughs. “You’re Queen of the Mafia.”

“With a girl gang that makes grown men nervous.” Peter laughs.

“And a husband that will kill with his bare hands.” Bec smirks at her.

Buck presses his lips together to avoid grinning.

“And a wild ass right hand. Dude who knew TC carried?” Steve looks over.

TC shrugs. “After the attack in the storm, and Y/N making me her right hand, I’ve been training with Frankie.”

“Smalls,” Howie moves towards her, pulling her into a hug “you’re okay, right?” He whispers into her hair.

“It was just a moment, but I’m fine.” She assures him, hugging him back.

The door opens again, Wanda, Bobbi, and Gwen are standing there watching them.

“It’s a fucking wedding!” Wanda squeals.

“Let’s party!” Gwen shouts excitedly.

“Get your asses on the dance floor!” Bobbi bounces on her toes, yelling orders.

Y/N looks from Howie to the rest of them.

“Fuck it.” She grins, backing away from her brother, she grabs Becca by the hand. “Let’s act like teenagers for a night.”

“Oh, hell yeah.” TC grins, following them.

Howie and Peter high five laughing.

“I heard stories about The Saintz, they don’t party.” Y/N sasses.

“You know there’s some whisper that they used to be cool, but I’ve heard that’s a myth.” Becca nods, pushing her lips together.

“I heard they’re kind of boring now.” Y/N’s nose crinkling, nodding.

He chuckles, moving forward he scoops her up, tossing her over his shoulder.

“Can’t ever be boring with Satan around.” He laughs, patting her on the ass he strolls out of the bathroom the others laughing, following them.

----------- Everything Peaches 9/21/24 @mo320 @ml7010 @babizza @kmc1989 @coley0823 @aiva-gwen-aers @royal-sunflower @camelliasblossom @shinycupcakebaker @purpleeclipseeggsland @daughterofthenight117 @hisredheadedgoddess28

Bucky 'Fuck Me Up' Barnes: @jbbarnesgirl @kaylaphantomhive

Series tags: @sebastians-love @otterlycanadian