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Silhouettes In The Spotlight - Bucky Barnes - Chapter Fifteen

Summary: Bucky Barnes has worked immensely hard to have a filmography expanding across genres and garnering accolades from critics, peers and fans. Y/N Y/L/N, with her debut novel (fan-fiction turned New York Times Bestseller) has two other best sellers under her belt. Next is her highly anticipated fourth book lined up for release. SHEILD Productions has acquired the film rights to her debut novel and they want Bucky Barnes to play the lead (aka himself) by any means necessary. This story is about angst, lust, heartbreak, and love. After all fairytales only exist in books and movies right?

Warnings:fluff, angst, SA mentioned not described, drugs mentioned not consumed, entertainment industry language (basically misleading way of delivering news), legal stuff, anxiety, court proceedings, bucky is sweet but also a menace, shitty lawyers and victim blaming, comments made on size of reader

Pairing: Actor!Bucky Barnes x Plus Size!Fem!Reader

Word Count: 5.3k || Dividers: @firefly-graphics

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Chapter Fourteen || Chapter Sixteen

HEADLINES:

Natasha Romanoff Unleashes Scathing Tweets While Defending The Victims Who Have Come Forward Against Alexander Pierce

Y/N Y/L/N Looks Sombre Attending Court Hearing. Bucky Barnes To Take The Stand. Fans Gather Outside Courthouse To Support Actor As He Supports His Colleagues.

Twins In Style, Reclusive Lawyer Andy Barber Looks Dapper In Suit Matched With His Brother Steve Rogers. Watch Exclusive Video Of The Lawyer As He Ponders Over Case Details In The Parking Lot.

Dolores Stuns In A Cherry Red Outfit, Is It Appropriate For Court? Watch As Our Fashion Experts Breakdown These Courtroom Looks.

HYDRA Now Pushes Innocence Narrative, Sharon Carter Leading Charge To Safe Face Of Organisation.

Fans Reign Down Hell On Ace After Comments About Shocking Revelation On The Truth Of Alexander Pierce The Star Deletes Social Media In Response.

Loki stares at the iPad lying on the desk. The shower turning on brings him back to the present. Dozens of emails, back and forth correspondence.

Pictures.

Pictures of him.

Pictures of Bucky.

Pictures of Steve.

Pictures of You.

Pictures of Bucky and You.

Pictures of Steve and You.

Some actual and several altered to insinuate much more than what was ongoing. Bile rises in his throat as he scrolls to the top and through the chain again while recording all of it on his phone.

Intimate pictures he exchanged with Ace, the bathroom door opens. He exits the iPad back to the home screen. Making sure to close all apps before locking the device.

“Are you coming in, big boy?” They call out, beads of water flow down their naked form. A sight which would have Loki tempted but now churns acid in his stomach.

“I’m terribly sorry, it's my brother. I need to go.” He explains having told Ace enough about his sibling, Thor, that they could draw conclusions for the need to retreat. He had done it before genuinely.

“Oh no, would you like me to come along?” They step out further grabbing the towel.

“No, I um, I’d appreciate that but I’ve already asked Bucky. I’ll update you in a few hours. I apologise for cutting this short.” He buttons up his shirt, swiftly.

Ace stands before him, reaching up to cup his cheeks. They stand on their tiptoes, pressing their lips to his, Loki’s hands grasp their waist. Eyes closed as the two share the kiss so steeped in with betrayal.

Loki rushes out as the air is leaving his lungs, the court hearings are ongoing. The next date is scheduled for next week. He gets into his car, uncaring for the tickets he might receive and speeds along to his best friend’s apartment.

Bucky opens the door to a frantic looking Loki who just thrusts his unlocked phone into his palms. The green eyed man heads straight for the bar cart and pours himself a generous serving of the amber selection. Downing it in one go.

Bucky stares at the playing footage, stomach knotting with every exchanged email. Natasha was right.

It was someone on the main crew.

Someone all trusted.

Someone you considered a close friend when Natasha and Yelena seemingly abandoned you.

“Pour me a glass too, I need to tell Feather.” Bucky holds out his hand and the cold crystal is placed in, he takes a sip then a longer one. Calls are exchanged between Andy, Matt and himself. More calls are made to Agent Lewis and Agent Lang.

The calls take hours and a meeting is called in order.

Bucky closes his eyes tightly, pinching the bridge of his nose.

When would this nightmare end?

A sniffle brings him back to the present Loki hunched over and trying not to cry into his hands.

“I trusted them.” He mutters as Bucky’s arms envelope him into a hug, “I, I– Bucky I’m so sorry.”

“I’m so sorry this happened to you. You don’t deserve this, not one bit.” Bucky pulls him in a tighter embrace, “I know how much they meant to you.”

Loki sniffles, holding onto Bucky, “I’m so sorry.”

You stare at Ace across the hallway of the courthouse. They meet your gaze, offering you a bright smile.

“Smile back.” Bucky reminds in a soft murmur, from his position, leaning against the wall, coffee cup in hand. You offer them a tightlipped smile.

“I feel sick.” Your palm pressed against your stomach, the queasy feeling blooms, “I can’t keep up this charade for long. Behaving as if yet another person hasn’t betrayed us.”

“I’d recommend a stiff drink.” Steve drinks from his own cup wishing it was something else. Glare affixed on Ace who was busy chatting away to their assistant.

“I don’t believe alcohol is the answer, Rogers. Believe me, the four ibuprofens I’ve taken agree.” Loki observes making his way over to your small group.

“How are you?” You hug him, he hugs back. Sighing deeply.

“I will be better.” He says, he takes off his sunglasses as he pulls away with a smile that doesn’t reach his eyes.

“Don’t apologise again, please.” you request, he smiles still apologetic.

“Apologise for what?” Ace interrupts, grasping Loki’s arm with their own.

“For stealing me from date night for you know…” Bucky pushes himself away from the wall, wrapping a protective arm around your shoulders.

“Ah, yes.” They smile up at Loki, he grins at them, “I really hope you didn't mind, Y/N.”

“Of course not, I know how complicated a family can be, and having people to trust is extremely important. I’m happy Loki didn’t have to be alone.”

Steve masks a snort with a cough at your thinly veiled jab. Loki shifts slightly, Steve yelps, “These are YSL!” He sneers making sure the shoes aren’t damaged.

“Don’t worry they're baptised now by Louboutins.” Loki winks at him.

“Case in point.” You add.

Ace only smiles.

Andy waves at you all to enter the courtroom.

The crowd diminishes, as the courtroom fills up.

“All rise for Judge Rambaue.”

Judge Maria Rambaue takes her place, and everyone settles. Matt stands, as does Andy. The defence lawyers comprising the familiar faces of Schmidt and his overworked paralegals eye them warily.

Alexander only glares towards them then his gaze finds yours, he raises a brow. Then your view is blocked as Bucky shifts forward. Glaring at Alexander. The gesture makes the older man laugh, bemused. He looks on ahead.

“Don’t let him get to you, Feather.” Bucky murmurs, kissing the top of your head. You nod, intertwining your hand with his, he strokes his thumb over your tattoo.

“Permission to approach the bench, Your Honour?” Matt’s voice rings across the room.

“Permission granted.” Judge Rambeau waits as the teams approach.

Andy speaks and Schmit’s face turns red, he begins firing his paralegal, who cowers back pushing up their spectacles.

“I’m going to ask you to be respectful inside and outside of my court, attorney.” The judge’s voice is loud enough, the journalists at the back begin scribbling across their notepads vigorously.

The attorneys return to their respective tables. Matt whispers something to Andy, the two share a conversation. The latter stands, buttoning up his blazer.

Andy takes a deep breath, “Your Honour we would request to call Mr. Peter Quill to the witness stand.”

“Granted.”

Peter Quill walks with a confident stride, giving a beaming grin to a very confused looking Alexander Pierce.

"I solemnly declare and affirm that the evidence I shall give will be the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth". Peter says, then faces the room.

“Mr. Quill, you were arrested a few weeks ago on account of possession of several narcotics seized from your home.” Andy questions.

“Yes, those charges have since been dropped as the evidence collected was planted and it was a thinly veiled warning.” Peter nods.

“I see, I would request the court to allow me to submit evidence from Mr. Quill in regards to this statement.” Andy returns with the marked evidence in hand.

The tape is played, Alexander’s voice warning Peter heard by everyone.

“Untrue!” Alexander yells.

“Order in the court, Mr. Pierce.” Judge Rambaue’s voice warns.

Andy shakes his head, “Analysis from Agents Lewis and Lang have revealed this is a non tampered with tape as well as the voice match software affirms it indeed is Mr. Pierce’s voice.”

“Objection!” Schmidt stands, “Mr. Pierce was in a recorded meeting on the date of this claim!”

“Mr. Schmidt!” The judge bellows.

“Your Honour this is a baseless argument!”

“Your Honour, we have records and geolocations found. Which confirms the call location and CCTV footage affirms Mr. Pierce was on a call at the same time.” Andy offers the evidence yet again.

Peter smiles at Alexander, “You made a grave mistake by coming after me.” he laughs, the smug expression doesn’t leave his features.

“I never called you. You were fooled. What would I do trying to one up an imbecile like you?” Alexander rolls his eyes.

The gavel resounds.

It's silent in the courtroom, Peter leaves the witness stand and Alexander is called upon to take the place.

“So you mean to say what? Someone imitates your voice during the call Mr. Quill received?” Matt questions.

“Yes.” Alexander replies.

“How are you speaking with such certainty? There have been several people here who have disproved most of your lies.” Matt gestures towards the crowd, “The jury have heard each lie be thwarted.”

“Several people have tried and failed to copy several aspects of my life.” Alexander sits back in the chair, one hand running through his hair.

“I understand and what about the call being placed from within the location you were at?” Matt drums his fingers along his guide cane, waiting for Alexander to speak.

“Someone knew I was at my chosen location and made the call. They were present for the sole purpose of incriminating me. I was on a video conference where you can confirm with the person on the opposite end.” He shrugs.

“You have a lot of enemies, is it Mr. Pierce?” Matt gives a sympathetic smile to Alexander.

“It comes with the line of work, son.”

“Who was on video call with you?” Matt turns his head towards the jury then back to the man.

Alexander sighs, “With my nephew, Brock Rumlow.” He flicks away a piece of lint, seemingly bored.

The lawyer purses his lips, waiting to formulate his next line of questions. Andy stares at Alexander for a moment. Then three taps on the desk. Matt tilts his head then straightens it.

“Whenever you’re ready, Mr. Murdock.” Alexander smiles as he smoothens his tie.

“Thank you Mr. Pierce. Now you mentioned that there was a video call with your nephew Mr. Brock Rumlow, correct?” Matt smiles.

“Yes.”

“What was the context of this meeting or agenda if you would be so kind to share?” Matt gestures towards the judge and jury.

“I am not at liberty to discuss since it is about the upcoming film he is directing.” Alexander’s lips press into a thin line.

“Alright and you affirm that you did not take nor make any other calls during the entirety of this meeting?” The lawyer raises a brow.

“Yes, I affirm.”

“If we were to acquire a recording of this meeting as mandated for all HYDRA, formerly known as SHIELD Productions online meetings, would this support your statement?” Matt smirks as Alexander visibly tenses, his eyes move to his lawyers.

“Objection, calls for speculation.” Schmidt covers.

Matt chuckles, “Alright, can you prove you took no calls Mr. Pierce?”

“Objection repetitive.”

“I haven’t received my answer.”

“Overruled.”

“Mr. Pierce? Since this rule is followed by all members and employees of your co-owned production house?”

“I am HYDRA.” Alexander grits out, palm slapping against the wood of the desk.

“Sentiments aside, can you prove you took no calls?” Matt keeps his cool.

“I built HYDRA to where it is.” Alexander presses.

“By sex-ually abusing young women and men?” Matt roars, calm demeanour fading away.

“Objection, leading.” Schmidt interrupts.

“I did no such thing, these people are placing baseless allegations for money!” Alexander bellows ignoring Schmidt.

“Mr. Pierce, the honourable court has received conclusive evidence that you did in fact assault the victims who have bravely come forth to share their harrowing ordeal.” Matt points out, “Many of whom have–,”

“Oh please, they received money from HYDRA to keep them more than compliant, silent and happy. This is all for more fame. Especially from that trio there.” Alexander sneers and points his fingers at you, Bucky and Steve.

Silence takes over the court.

Bucky places a protective arm around you.

Your hand finds his; fingers intertwined.

Steve keeps a blank expression.

Slowly it dawns over everyone what Alexander let slip.

Andy smiles pleased and it makes Alexander lose his composure.

Schmidt scrambles to stand up after an entire two minutes, “Objection h-hearsay.” He stutters.

Matt smiles, “Your honour, I have no further questions. I would request Mr. Barber to take over.” The two exchange places.

Andy smiles at the Judge and then Alexander, “Whenever you’re ready, Mr. Pierce.” Who only scowls at him.

“You may begin, Mr. Barber.” The Judge declares.

“In continuation of the question not answered earlier, Mr. Pierce, can you tell us why proof of your call is not submitted? It increases the likelihood of this one charge you may be found not guilty.”

“I am not at the liberty to share confidential information about ongoing HYDRA projects.” Alexander regains composure.

“I see, so a video conference with Brock Rumlow but you cannot share the discussed matter but you can affirm you did not take any calls.” Andy lists the affirmed matters.

“Yes.” Alexander answers.

Andy cheerily grins at the Judge, she raises a brow.

“Your honour we request the honourable Judge, Jury and court to allow Mr. Brock Rumlow be summoned to witness.” Andy continues to smile.

Schmidt snickers under his breath. Alexander’s shoulders relax further.

You watch as Andy’s smile doesn’t waiver and Matt does a fist pump as the Judge allows the request. Approving the paperwork Andy takes from Matt to handover.

A break for fifteen minutes is called, everyone scatters out yet again. Brock was in custody of the NYPD awaiting his own trial.

You’re following Andy and Matt into the conference room assigned to them. Bucky and Steve in tow. When chaos breaks in the hallways.

Bucky is pushed up against the wall, lapels of his blazer bunched in Alexander’s fists.

“Admit it.” He sneers, Bucky keeps his hands where everyone can see them, pressed against the wall.

“Alexander.” Bucky warns.

“Admit you fucking made that call. Only you can mimic me without a fault. You did this!” He spits out, fire burning in his eyes.

“Alexander, you need to stop making false accusations, that was a bit for the Emmy Awards. Years ago. I can’t even do a British accent, you know this.” Bucky explains, keeping his hands still in the air.

Your brows furrow when you notice Andy presses his lips into a thin line and Matt grip his guide cane harder. Steve avoids your gaze.

Your lips part as Bucky too, looks at you and then away back at Alexander.

The guards drag him away. Bucky smoothens his suit jacket.

“We’ll talk inside.” You know he speaks to you, “Privately for five minutes.”

Bucky grips the back of the chair, he allows you time to form your question.

“Did you mimic him?” You question, you knew he presented at the Emmys with Steve once but you never had gotten around to seeing the video.

“At the Emmys, yes, I had.” He recounts.

“Bucky.” your lips are dry as you run your tongue over them in contemplation.

“Feather, why would I?”

“You hated what Peter Quill did at the event…” You conclude.

“Yes, but I didn’t plant the LSD or Coke or whatever the hell they found.” Bucky defends, you press your fingers to your temples.

“I didn’t ask you about that.” Your eyes meet his azure.

“He’s on the same track as him, he had to be busted.” Bucky emphasises pressing his index finger against his palm.

“Do you have an alibi?” you close your eyes.

“I do. I was at an interview.”

“Then… How?”

“Recording played over.”

“You better not be hiding anything else from me.” You affix your glare on him. Then jog around the table to embrace him.

“I wouldn’t dream of it, Feather.” He wraps his arms around you, tucking you against him.

“I promised you I’d take care of you.” He murmurs.

“Not when you’re– well, felonies.” You complain.

“Hey when most of your book boyfriends are morally grey why not your actual boyfriend be too?” He teases.

“They do the doorframe lean, amongst other things.” You huff.

Soon enough you’re twirled, back pressed to the wall. Bucky smirks, his hand resting above taking most of his weight. As he leans in, blue eyes full of playfulness. Your skin heats at the proximity.

“This better?” His voice is doing that deep baritone thing, the one that makes the thoughts in your head mush.

“I–,” words don’t support you.

Bucky leans in further, lips brushing against yours, he cups your jaw.

Closing the meagre distance between your lips and his own.

In the brief recess after knowing what Bucky did for you. The team never got a chance to speak. The break was extended further into lunch to allow Brock to be brought in, you felt queasy.

You still didn't understand why Brock being there would help the case in favourable manners. He was the nephew of the man being charged. Of course he would only support the man.

Playing around with the wrapper of the sandwich is all that felt right. Bucky prompts you a few times to eat, as do Loki and Steve.

“I just don’t feel hungry…” You repeat.

“Okay how about this?” Bucky makes smaller sections of the sandwich effectively turning two pieces into four, “Eat two small ones, it will help with the queasiness.”

When you just look at him, he raises the piece to your lips.

“The airplane needs landing access.” He chuckles, full of hope that you will eat.

“You’re…” You can’t find the words he’s absolutely adorable. So you do part your lips letting him feed you the first piece and then the second piece.

Bucky turns for a moment when Sam walks up needing to discuss the shoot scheduled for later today.

He looks back at you while Sam speaks, raising the third piece, you eat it without protest.

The rewarding grin Bucky gives you further melts your heart. He turns yet again to answer Sam.

You eat the fourth piece on your own, the queasiness easing.

“Good girl.” He praises, placing a kiss on your temple. You smile up at him.

“It's like watching a sugar rush actually take place.” Steve grumbles.

Loki shakes his head bemused, “You’d do the same thing.”

The two share a glance at each then the other’s food. Both reach for one piece of the other’s food holding it up to their mouths.

“Here love, please eat.” Loki says dramatically.

“No, honey, how can I eat unless you eat?” Steve defends, pressing the morsel to Loki’s lips.

You look at the two of them, “You know, I never thought about this, but I think the new book might have the two of you inspiring characters.”

Bucky and you look at them then back at each other.

“I see how these two would fit.” Your boyfriend chuckles.

“What are you planning?” Loki narrows his eyes at you and Steve regards you warily.

“Oh nothing at all…” You trail off, then look to the side as Andy walks towards your group.

“We’ve got ten minutes before the session begins, Brock has arrived.” His gaze settles on you. Bucky tenses beside you as does Steve.

“What?” You ask, looking between them.

Andy sighs moving closer, “He may bring up the night of the assault.”

“And that is a problem because?” You ask, “It happened, it's the truth…”

“There isn’t doubt about that, Y/N. If he brings it up, you will be called to the stand again.” Steve explains softly.

“Oh…” You swallow, the way Schmidt had questioned you, the blatant disrespect, the horrible accusations, the jabs at your weight and your writing.

Previous Hearings:

‘And what about this? Your literature is so sexually charged, this conversation between your characters suggests women are dominating in nature during sexual situations.’ Schmidt places the highlighted passage before you.

‘Objection Relevance?’ Matt interrupts.

‘Yes, because sex should be consensual, safe, healthy and enjoyed by the individuals partaking, I don’t understand–,’ Your words are cut off.

‘You writing about these things promotes you were asking for it all by coming onto my client. If you couldn’t handle yourself with the substances you abused, a woman of your appearance had to resort to throwing herself on my client to achieve her–,’

‘Objection opinion.’ Matt roars.

‘You were at fault, you were under influence and you came onto my client.’ Schmidt accuses, ignoring Matt.

‘Objection Evidence!’

You cower back in your seat. Ears ringing, flashes of the evening playing. Breathing hard you search for Bucky. Your knuckles shoot pain at the harsh grip on your chair.

‘Ms. Y/L/N, your recollection of the night is obscured, how can you yourself believe what happened when all you have are flashes? The drugs you took alter memories, are you sure you weren’t with the people trying to bring my client’s name down?’ Schmidt stares down at you, dismissing you. Dismissing your experience, your eyes move to the jury.

‘Objection evidence! Evidence B351-85 is the entire audio recording of Mr. Pierce’s sex-ual assault on my client.’ Matt pauses hearing your laboured breathing, ‘Y/N?’

Black spots cloud your vision, ‘He did it, he said no one would believe me. Please, you have to believe me. I, I didn’t lead him on please. There were bottles and I was thirsty. The water had something in it, I, please.’

Bucky stands, Loki tugs on his arm. The Judge looks at them then back at you.

‘Sit down.’ Andy whispers to them.

Your vision ebbs in and out, you try to anchor yourself to Bucky to something. Alexander grins smugly, you close your eyes, hot tears brim over your cheeks.

‘Crocodile tears don’t win cases Ms. Y/L/N. Your erotic fiction is good only on paper.’ Schmidt smirks, ‘No further questions.’

“But Brock will corroborate, correct?” Bucky stares at Andy, the lawyer nods.

“Given who he shares a genetic composition with, I do not want to trust him.” He looks at Steve and Loki.

“If they call me to the stand again, I’ll tell the truth.” You nod, taking a steadying breath.

“If anything occurs, we’ll call Steve or Bucky again to the stand, okay?” Andy assures with an apologetic smile.

“We’re here to help okay?” Steve adds, “You call us as witnesses, we heard everything.”

Andy nods, “We better get inside.”

The courtroom is tense as Brock is led inside his hands still cuffed. Alexander rolls his eyes and shakes his head as his nephew takes the stand.

Andy stands, his opening statement done. Brock seems every bit laid back. As though lives won’t change based on his testimony. As if this means nothing.

“Yeah, Uncle was on a call in the middle of the meeting.” Brock says and a murmur breaks out.

“Order in the court!” Judge Rambaue bellows.

“Do you know who was it with, this conversation Mr. Pierce, your uncle partook in amidst the ongoing meeting?” Andy questions, raising a brow.

Brock inhales, “He muted when the call was made, archives will have a recording of the meeting and if not my meetings are backed up to my server. I am willing to provide access.”

“I see, thank you for your cooperation Mr. Rumlow. No further questions, your honour.” Andy returns to the table.

All eyes move to Schmidt’s table, whispering occurs. Alexander slams his hand on the table, sneering at his lawyers then Brock. Who only smirks at his uncle,

“I would also go on record to say that I have supportive evidence that the man sitting there, Alexander Pierce, has assaulted those three sitting there. I have proof of the blackmail done for the same. In fact it was delivered by their close friend Ace to my uncle in exchange for a three movie deal with the production house.”

“Objection, lack of foundation.” Schmit points at Brock.

“The foundation is every allegation of this case.” Andy counters.

“Mr. Rumlow, I hope you have evidence to support what you are stating.” The judge looks at him and Brock nods.

“I have someone who can corroborate everything, with proof.” Brock only gives his uncle a wicked grin when Alexander stands marching over to the witness stand.

The officers stop him, “You won’t fucking get away with this!” Alexander struggles against the guards.

“Order in my court! Mr. Pierce, I will not hesitate to charge you. This is your final warning.” Judge Rambaue points her gavel at him.

“I am paying the price of being by your side while you ruined my life by making me do your bidding. No more uncle.” Brock looks at Andy.

“Mr. Rumlow, you mentioned someone who can prove every allegation?” Andy enquiries, Matt stands as well, ready with the to call witness papers in hand.

You look up at Bucky, he shakes his head unknowing of who it could be either.

“Mr. Nick Fury.” Brock smiles, the doors open, all heads turn to the man entering.

Dressed in all black, Nicky Fury keeps his gaze at level with the judge.

“Objection….” Schmidt struggles with the reasoning.

“Your Honour, we request to call Nick Fury to the stand.” Matt hands over the papers.

Nick submits three folders and a harddisk, “I know this isn’t traditional your honour, but the board of SHIELD Productions–,”

“It’s HYDRA!” Alexander shouts, Nick turns, his eye narrowed at the man.

“Was HYDRA, as of the Extra Ordinary General Meeting held with the stakeholders and active managerial position holders, you Alexander Pierce, have been terminated effective immediately. All your shares have been forfeited and bought out. You no longer have anything to do with our production house.”

“You cannot– I will take you down with me!” Alexander warns.

“No Alexander, you’re getting what was coming to you. You abused your power and now it is time to pay up.” Nick taps the hard disk, “Your honour, this contains everything Alexander has done illegally. Our Production House is being cleaned out. All employees are willing to cooperate.” He heads to the opposite side’s witness stand.

Nick meets Bucky and Steve’s gazes, then yours, “I apologise to everyone I couldn’t protect before. It was a stupid ass decision to let Alexander lead, I shall be taking a more active role rather than just financially providing for the production house.

“The court will take four days to review the newly submitted evidence. The jury is asked to consider everything and take their time to decide. Mr. Pierce you are hereby ordered to be placed in custody for your contempt behaviour in my court without bail.” The gavel resounds.

Alexander Pierce is dragged away, the four of you remain seated.

“Where are you off to Ace?” Loki’s words stop them in their tracks.

“Loki, are you going to believe–,”

“Alexander, there is something going on between Steve and Y/N. However I believe they may explore a throuple situation with Bucky Barnes.” He recounts, cutting them off.

“Here are the pictures you asked for, if your team can switch Steve and Bucky’s angles you can push the story better.”

“You went through my email?” Ace accuses, “That is a violation of privacy-,”

Your snort cuts them off, “You’re the one to fucking talk! You’re the one who leaked everything, I trusted you so much and kept wondering, I kept thinking it was others and not you. Fuck, you should really get the damn awards had me fooled you were my friend. Hell, we all thought you were our friend. You didn’t even spare Loki’s feelings. Fuck you, Ace.”

They blink at you, mouth parted. Loki scoffs at their look of denial.

“It’s best we leave.” Andy advises gesturing to the one man recording the entire ordeal.

“Feel free to post that everywhere.” You tell the man who scurries out at being caught.

“I’ll pay him to post it all.” Loki keeps his glare affixed upon Ace.

Bucky’s palm rests on your lower back, guiding you out, “Home?”

“Home.” You affirm, he presses his lips to your temple.

Hayden brings the car around. Bucky and you settle in heading home.

Yelena calls then, you put it on speaker.

“Hey Lena, you’re on speaker.”

“Hey, Hey Bucky, I heard the highlights, how are you holding up?” You hear ice clinking against glass from her end.

“We’ll get there, I suppose.” Bucky shrugs, “Any news on HYDRA Publications?”

“All of HYDRA is being dissolved, mostly SHIELD is too, it’s going to turn into something new. However, all decisions taken by the companies an hour before the decision to dissolve remain final.” She explains then sighs, “We’re going through the semantics of everything, several of the roster of BW is involved.”

“Did, did we get what we wanted?” You ask, you’d independently publish, you just needed the contract gone.

“I’m just waiting for confirmation from legal counsel at Barber and Murdock.”

“Confirmation for what?”

“If you retain all rights as author even though they have dropped you from their roster, due to poor review performance.” Yelena chuckles, you look up at Bucky.

“Wait, she’s free?” He questions.

“Yes, she’s free. We’ll work on getting the ratings up but as of now, you are not bound by any publication house.” Yelena’s happiness is infectious.

You let out a relieved laugh, “Thank you.”

“I’ll get back to you, this whole thing has led to fires I need to put out.” She ends the call and Bucky envelopes you in a hug, pulling you across his lap.

“Bucky!” You grab onto his shoulders, he only laughs.

“I’m so very happy for you, Feather.” He cups your face with his vibranium palm.

“Soon you will be free from them too.” You kiss his palm.

Bucky smiles widely, pink lips leading to the dimple on his cheek and the crinkles by his eyes. Your thumbs stroke his cheekbones, your lips kiss his crinkles and dimple.

HEADLINES:

In What Seems To Be A Shocking And Very On Brand Author Y/N’s Infamous Plot Twists, She Has Been Dropped By HYDRA-SHIELD’s Publication House Due To Poor Reviews. Read On Ahead To Know More About The Contract That Caused This To Occur.

Brock Rumlow Sentenced To Two Years Of Jail Which Was Further Reduced For His Compliance With The Law, Community Service and A Private Facility Allowed.

Alexander Pierce’s Downfall Shocks Hollywood More Stars And Big Names Come Forward As The Man Is Sentenced To Two Life Sentences In Prison. Found Guilty On All Counts.

Nick Fury On How He Knew It Was Time To Do The Right Thing, “It Was Time To Stop Remaining A Passive On Paper Leader Of This Prestigious Organisation.”

Steve Rogers Posts Picture Of BTS From His Next Movie Ghosted, Teases About Familiar Faces As Cameos. We Wonder Who Could They Be? He Also Is Setting Up A Free Mental Health Clinic At His Local Rec Centre.

Bucky Barnes and Y/N Y/L/N Spotted Holding Hands As They Enter Their Apartment Complex. Watch Mini Video Filmed At Her Mother’s Healthcare Facility of The Small Family Laughing As They Eat Jello In The Cafeteria.

Bucky Barnes Shares Heartfelt Write Up About Compassion and Kindness Towards The Victims of Alexander Pierce. Organises Fund Raiser For The Victims and Their Families Or Next of Kin. Loki Laufeyson, Steve Rogers, and Brock Rumlow Pledge To Match Fundraiser’s Amount Each.

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Wishful Thinking Chapter. 10

Andy Barber x You (Reader)

Alternate Universe - College AU

Summary: A new semester. A new task. A new boyfriend, your previous professor, Andy Barber. Everything seems to be going on the right track. So why didn't it?

Warning: Angst, inappropriate teacher-student relationship, age difference, cheating, explicit language, TW: Assault/Attempt murder

A/N: This fic has some disturbing themes, and discusses potentially upsetting topics. Please read through the warning before engaging with the fic. As I have said, the fic has mentioned a number of (potentially) triggering and heavy topics, you don't have to engage further if you feel uncomfortable about one or more topics.

Wishful Thinking M. List Dancing in the Daydream M. List

Andy wakes up from his cold, empty bed, slamming his hand over his phone to stop the alarm from beeping like a bomb that is about to go off.

Grabbing the phone over, he can’t help but check whether there are any new messages from you during the past night.

On seeing the red spot on the messaging app, his heart leaps to his throat.

It has been over a week since your shouting match. After that terrible nightmare, Andy has sent you

So the apologizing texts help. He sighs in relief, clicking the app open.

Neil: Hearing is on the day after tomorrow (19th) starts at 10:00 am in Court 5. Third floor to the left in the courthouse.

The heart in his throat hits the bottom of his stomach like a fallen rock from the cliff.

Andy: Thanks man.

So the apologizing texts didn’t help. He curses.

Treading through the deadly silent hallway, Andy reaches his destination – the kitchen, and turns on the coffee machine.

He has three courses today, each lasting roughly two hours. He could use a coffee in the morning.

He makes coffee in the morning almost daily, since he has a busy schedule in all mornings except Wednesdays and weekends, and the first thing to do after he wakes up in the morning (after checking his phone for new emails and messages), is to turn on the coffee machine.

You would join him in the kitchen after the nights you stayed over, mixing a deadly amount of milk and sugar into the bitter coffee, making it sweet and smooth. You sip your light-colored coffee, grinning like the cat got the cream, and jabbing his coffee isn’t “real” coffee because you declared that drinking the bitter sour black stuff he has in his mug is inhumane.

You would share a kiss while making breakfast together. He still remembers your sole option: jam, French toast, fried egg, and you will make all these ingredients into a French toast sandwich if there’s lettuce in his fridge.

Before realizing it, Andy is pouring coffee into two mugs, having milk and sugar ready on the counter.

His hand freezes in mid-air as he realizes it, looking at the second mug.

It is completely unnecessary. Quite a waste too, now that a tea spoon of sugar has melted into the coffee.

Andy lifts the mug to his lips, tasting the bittersweet drink he accidentally made, before dumping the rest of the sweet coffee down the kitchen sink.

Before regretting his decisions again.

He could’ve brought the coffee he made to you, could’ve camouflaged it as a peace offering, could’ve taken the chance and told you he’s sorry-

Yet where could he find you?

Andy huffs out in annoyance, cleaning the mug and the coffee drops he spilt on the counter. He has asked for your course timetable earlier this semester, and unfortunately, your courses were taught in different buildings than his.

Guess all he could do is to wait.

Andy shuffles the printed slides into his suitcase, grabbing his car key and hurrying out of the door.

Every nerve running down his body rejects the idea of “waiting”, yet there’s nothing else better to do at the moment.

Wait it is.

You allow yourself to groan in unison with others as the projector and the microphone that your lecturer uses are broken, and taking nearly ten minutes for some IT guy to try and fix these things didn’t help at all. Professor Rifkin is out of options but making a call to someone, whom you guess is Professor Klein, asking for a new classroom that could function properly.

“Let’s go, people, our new classroom is in Sackson House Room 104.” Professor Rifkin gestures to the whole class, which consists of about 50 students in total, packing up her things, and heading out.

“Hope we won’t get to meet that whacko lady.” Your barely-friend Fiona pokes your waist with her finger, making you jump.

As a result, your thigh hits the edge of the table hard.

“Shit!” You curse, covering your palm over your thigh.

It is going to bruise.

“Oh shit!” Fiona lets out a small chuckle, almost all her teeth baring, “I didn’t know you’re that sensitive.”

You didn’t bother answering. Didn’t bother glaring. You have made enough bad decisions in your life to understand not to go down with the sinking ship – for example, your meaningless friendship with Fiona and her shenanigans.

“Hey Y/N!”

You swing your backpack over your shoulders, not looking back.

“Y/N, wait!” Fiona calls again, “Don’t be so petty-”

She can kiss your ass.

You leave the classroom without another word.

An idea hits you when you are looking for the perfect seat in this classroom.

Room 104 is the place where Andy had his Creative Writing lecture last semester.

When you were scoffing at his iron fist controlling the class and found out that he maybe-kinda-perhaps like your works.

Looking back at the eventful past few months, you sigh, hoping that you were in some kind of rom-com movie and that justice will dawn upon Andy. Having him break an arm or step into a mud pod.

As of Laurie. You weren’t besties with her, to begin with, but you sincerely wish that she would focus on her husband instead of you, even though you were not entirely innocent in this whole charade.

Biting the end of your fountain pen, you try to shake your head and leave those thoughts alone. Andy is past tense now. You tell yourself. There’s no need to be soft or have mercy, even if he sends those apologies almost daily.

It is not long before the bell rings and the class dismiss.

Considering the options for lunch, you hesitate between cooking something decent or make-do before heading to the groceries this afternoon. Dwindling in thoughts, stepping out of the building with dozens of students at the same time, the corner of your eyes didn’t catch a glimpse of a deranged woman running towards you, fast.

A brunette in a brown cardigan. Her hair wild, cardigan has dirt and mud all over, pupils dilated.

Laurie.

“Cheat! Cheater!” She shrieks, when she spots you among all these students, pulling something out of her dusty handbag, causing a few students to either duck or scream.

“Knife!” “She has a knife!” “Someone call the cops!”

A faint murmur grows louder, and louder, until everyone in the vicinity of Sackson House, including you, realizes there’s a lunatic carrying a knife.

“RUN!” A girl screams. So does everybody. So do you.

“Cheater!” Laurie shouts, waving her knife, pushing a few students out of her way.

She’s coming to kill you.

Your heart skips a beat in all the thudding noises it makes. Your eyes witness Laurie running in a firm direction – you, and you are too scared to move a muscle.

As if having learnt teleportation, Laurie moves way too fast for a woman with heels, closing in every heartbeat.

Karma has got you.

“Laurie!” Someone yells with his booming voice, “What the fuck-”

Your ears ringing. thighs buckling. You kneel on the ground, covering your head with your arms.

The expected pain did not arrive.

Some warm drops of water did.

With a loud “Clang” that almost makes you jump, the sharp kitchen knife that Laurie waved around is thrown onto the ground, a few inches away from your feet.

Campus security has tackled Laurie onto the ground as well. She is still shouting “cheater”, struggling, but aiming at someone to her right, someone-

Someone she hurt. The redness dripping from the kitchen knife, the water on the back of your hand, the crimson splattered on the ground-

Blood.

A contorted scream wrangles itself from the column of your throat, as the smell of salty rust of blood hits your nose.

Someone she hurt, someone who is wounded, someone who got stabbed by the knife, who is clutching their arm, with blood leaking through their fingers-

Andy.

Everything else is a blur.

By the time you regain your senses, you are sitting at the back of a firetruck, like a few other girls, with a blanket draped over your shoulders and a police officer standing in front of you, taking notes on her pad.

“What’s your name, Ma’am?” After questioning the others, she finally comes to you, flipping a new page on her notepad.

You state your name with a shaky voice.

“Okay, Y/N. Do you mind telling me the whole thing? Starting from the beginning.”

The first intuition of your mind is to tell the story of your relationship, starting from the beginning, when Andy taught your class and everything that happened afterwards.

But your instinct forbids you from telling this officer everything. Even in your incoherent state of mind, you know that the best-case scenario after telling her about your affair, might list you on top of suspects, that you provoked Laurie in some way, resulting in her trying to murder you.

Your dull expression must have triggered something, for the officer softens her voice and rephrases her question: “Don’t worry, Y/N. It is just a formality. Now, why are you here, near Sackson House at 11:52?”

That.

That you can answer.

“I … um, we were supposed to have the class, Research Development Seminar, in the Kraig Building, but the electronic stuff broke down and… we moved to Sackson House to continue the course…”

“11:52, that’s around the time your course started? Or finished?”

“Finished.” You let out a short exhale, “I was heading out of this place when someone screamed ‘knife’ and I … They pushed and shoved, and I followed them out- ”

“Them? Whom do you mean by ‘them’?” A sharp look comes from the officer’s expression.

“Students, I guess. A lot of them, I think.” You answer in a small voice.

“What happened next?” The officer takes some more notes on her pad.

“I think… I tripped. There was this crazy lady waving her knife – Is An- Professor Barber alright?”

Andy. He was bleeding. The ambulance came and took him away. Was there paramedic? Or …

“You know the victim?” The officer must have sensed your nervousness, for she manages a smile on her face, “It’s just routine. Professor Barber is taken to the E.R. to get stitched up. It’s a small cut on his arm, he’ll be alright – You said ‘Professor Barber’, does that mean you know him?”

“Yeah – Yeah, I know him. He taught us a course last semester.”

“Do you know the attacker? The woman with the knife?”

It sounds routine, but you can’t help but doubt whether the officer knows about the affair. Despite being uncertain, you choose to lie rather than to tell the full truth, “I think … Professor Barber yelled ‘Laurie’? Or Laurel? I’ve never seen her around before.”

The officer casts a skeptical look, as if having seen through your half-truth, “Anything else? Anything unusual or you want to tell me?” To which you reply with a faint shake of the head.

“Call me if you remember anything.” She pulls a card with her number and name printed on it, handing it to you, “Good day, Ma’am.”

“Can I ask you something?” You hesitate for a second, but these words come out of your mouth.

“Yes, Ma’am?”

“I was wondering which hospital is Professor Barber being taken to?”

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navybrat817 · 2 years ago

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Hello! Will you continue the Andy Barber Sugar Daddy series?! I binged it and want more please 😊

I plan to share more when I can, lovely. I adore him. I don't have a posting schedule at this time. My sideblog @navybrat817-sideblog will have updates there.

Also, real quick, I don't see an age or 18+ in your bio unless my app isn't showing it.

Love and thanks. ❤️

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My list of brainstorm

I wish i had:

A car

A laptop

New jordan 5 shoes

A new job

A better sleep schedule

More clothes

"The Jury is Still Out.":

If crocs are good shoes for everyday wear

If my barber is being too aggressive with turning my head

If crumble is a good cheat meal

If i look better with braces or no braces

"My Media and My Obsessions.” :

I like the show invincible

I like the show game of thrones

I dislike the movie barbe

I disliked the new movie love hurts

I love the app titkok

I like the anime one piece

I like the genre of rap music

I dislike rappers who mumble rap too much

"Things That Bother Me.":

Arguments with people that have no point

Spicy food that burn my tongue

Being bed sick/being sick easily

Feeling lazy in my bed

Getting easily injured from small things

Caring about the past that i can't change

part:2

Why are people so obsessed with tiktok ?

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treasure444 · 10 months ago

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Writing Info

Here is my masterlist!

I write female reader insert pieces. I do try my best to make it as inclusive sounding as possible!! If you notice that something sounds target-specific, please let me know!! I will always correct it. I will sometimes also write a gender neutral piece, but please know a majority of my pieces are written with a female character envisioned.

I write for:

Andy Barber - Defending Jacob

Ari Levinson - Red Sea Diving Resort

Azriel - ACOTAR

John Price - Call of Duty

Simon Riley - Call of Duty

Steve Rogers - Marvel

I acknowledge that I do not OWN these characters. This is purely for fun!

I don’t currently have a set schedule of when I write, as I find it hard to maintain that.

Requests are opened!! Please feel free to send me requests, thots, gifs, videos, anything!! I do try to check them frequently.

I LOVE feedback!! Please feel free to comment, reblog, like my posts!! Also feel free to send asks regarding any characters I have written! I do NOT consent to have my work posted, translated or published to any third party site or app. If anyone sees my work anywhere but here, it has been reposted without my permission. Please let me know!

Things I WILL write: Smut, fluff, angst (within reason), soft!dark, dark (DEPENDS), AUs (feel free to ask), age difference - this includes DBF (Reader will always be of age, NEVER 18 or under), dubcon (again, depends on scenarios), Dom/Sub dynamics (I’m not particularly knowledgeable in this field, but willing to try), somnophilia, cockwarming, sex pollen, praise, degradation, breeding kink (never will I write it actually working), chase, power imbalance, choking, knife play, voyeurism, exhibitionism, bondage, edging, overstimulation, sensory deprivation, A/B/O, Daddy Kink (this is JUST the title. NEVER age play, ‘littles’, regression, or incest), I will also write cheating fics (but never involving the reader and the fictional character!) Feel free to ask if it isn't listed.

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Barber & Weiss

Chapter 1

Series Masterlist

Words: 5.7 K

Pairing: Dark Andy Barber x Dark Mike Weiss x Reader

Warnings: Expletive use. References to drug dealing, drug use, and embezzlement. Dubious consent, mild coercion, sexual blackmail, contract for sex as repayment, theft. Sex with multiple partners, oral sex (male and female receiving), spitroasting, duplicity.

Disclaimer: The author of this work claims no ownership of characters aside from the reader, and original secondary characters mentioned. This work is not intended for those under the age of 18 due to explicit sexual content and darker themes. By reading this work or any works on my blog (jtargaryen18), you agree that you are at least 18 years of age. I do not consent to have my work hosted on any third party app or site. If you are seeing this fanfiction anywhere but archiveofourown and tumblr, it has been reposted without my permission.

Summary: You run the office at Barber & Weiss and love your job and employers. When your drug-dealing boyfriend gets in trouble with a loan shark, you’re hesitant to embezzle money from the law firm to bail him out. But he promises you he’ll be able to return the money quickly, before someone notices it’s gone. What’s going to happen to you when your boyfriend is arrested and your bosses know about your theft?

A/N: Written for an anon ask.

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“Have a good day off yesterday?”

You swallowed hard, your heart flying as Mike Weiss grinned at you over the top of your monitor.

Breathe. It’s okay. He’s just making conversation.

The younger of the two lawyers you worked for looked tired just like he always did, shadows beneath his bloodshot eyes. His skin was too fair, his clothes slightly disheveled. Mike was undeniably gorgeous even so. What would the blond look like if he actually slept and gave up his partying lifestyle? How did he keep that physique with what he put himself through?

“I did,” you told him, smiling back and praying every prayer you knew that he couldn’t tell you were lying. “It was nice to catch up on things around the house.”

You know like giving your druggie boyfriend the money you’d stolen from for the law firm to get him out of trouble with a loan shark.

Jimmy said he had a couple of transactions coming up and that he’d easily be able to get the money back to you before anyone noticed it was gone. And you ran the office so you could conceal it until then, right?

You were scared shitless.

You rented the house, paid all the bills, and Jimmy just came and went as he pleased. He had loser buddies over for parties while you hid upstairs in your room. He took what he wanted from you. Jimmy laid claim to your body, any cash you had around, any food in the house.

But this was the first time he’d asked for something like this. When Jimmy told you he owed a loan shark $25,000, you were stunned. Then you wanted to know why he was making it your problem.

When the loan shark came after you? It was that more than Jimmy’s fate that scared you enough to resort to embezzlement. What he said they’d do to you just for being Jimmy’s girlfriend…

Mike’s gaze on you was assessing and it unnerved you. It wasn’t like him to pay you much attention. Mike had a constant stream of students, interns, and hookers in and out of the office since his divorce, so you knew he wasn’t lacking for company. Why was he looking at you like that?

After a moment, he shook it off. His demeanor was something like his usual version of professional. “What do you have for me?”

That’s more like it.

You gave him his messages, his mail, updated him on the Fields case, and went over his schedule for the day.

Mike had just left you to head into his office when Andy walked in.

Andy Barber was a few years older than Mike and just as handsome. Always immaculate from his sleek dark hair to the tailored suits he wore, Andy was every inch the lawyer you didn’t want to face in the courtroom.

Andy had a great physique too beneath that polished exterior, all those sedate gray and black suits he wore. You’d had to track him down to the fitness club a couple of weeks ago for a case. Watching him climb out of the pool… You saw what was under those suits. Damn.

Andy was also very perceptive and that’s where you needed to be careful.

He looked particularly handsome today and it was all you could do not to give him the once over. Don’t look. Don’t look.

“How was yesterday?” Andy asked you with a smile, those blue eyes intent on you.

Okay, it was rare you got days off and you appreciated it. Well, you would have if you hadn’t had to hand over money that wasn’t yours to get your boyfriend out of trouble with a loan shark.

“It was really good,” you lied with a smile. “Thank you so much.”

Andy knew where you kept his messages, files. He was sorting through them methodically.

“Do anything special yesterday?” Andy asked.

Breathe. Jimmy would get you that $25,000 back before they noticed. You had to believe that.

“Not really,” you said weakly. “Just caught up on chores around the house.”

Andy’s gaze lifted and he studied you. “I’m glad it was a good day… because I’m going to need you to stay late with us tonight. The Fields case.”

Your laugh had a note of nervous in it. You shook your head trying to sound playful. You weren’t sure you hit that note. “Yeah, okay. I’ll call around and change all my big plans.”

Andy still studied you. “Big plans?”

“Yes, if a pint of Häagen-Dazs count as big plans.”

You wondered what was going on in that razor-sharp mind of his.

“No Jimmy?” he finally asked.

That stopped you. Andy usually didn’t ask you anything close to personal. You’d mentioned having a boyfriend here and there. When did you tell Andy his name? You made an effort not to, especially considering Jimmy’s rap sheet.

After a moment of panic that you prayed he didn’t pick up on, you shrugged and left it at that. You hoped Andy would too.

Andy was divorced and rarely saw his son. If he dated, you didn’t know about it.

And you? Well, you had a relationship. Jimmy was about as far removed as you could get from the fairy tale you always wanted for yourself. But it was better than being alone.

Right?

You worked hellish hours sometimes at the law office of Barber & Weiss. But you were paid well, worked close to home, and the bosses? They weren’t exactly hard to look at even if they were way out of your league. They treated you very well.

Andy seemed to be thinking about what you said a beat before he headed into his office.

Strange.

The day was as crazy as you’d expected. You fielded phone calls, found files, did research. You proofread, wrote up correspondence. You ran out to the whole foods store to get Mike spirulina for his smoothies (they were gross and green) and stopped to get Scotch for Andy before stopping at the post office. You picked up subs for lunch for the three of you.

By the time you came up for air next it was after eight and you realized you were hungry. No sooner had you thought that than both of them approached your desk.

“Hey, let’s call it a day and grab dinner,” Andy told you.

He was unrolling the sleeves of his crisp white shirt as Mike checked his phone.

You wanted to finish what you were typing. “You guys go ahead,” you told them. “I’ll lock up. Have a good night.”

Pulling on his suit coat, Andy cut you a look, a grin playing around his lips. “No, you’re going to stop what you’re doing and come have dinner.”

What was this?

When you didn’t immediately respond, Andy walked around the desk to you and leaned in to see what you were working on. Hitting save on the Word document, he closed it out and turned off your monitor. His smirk dared you to countermand him.

Blowing out an exhale, you glanced up at him from your chair. “Okay. Let me get my stuff.”

“Later,” he held out a hand to you. “Let’s go.”

Taking his hand, you followed him and Mike out to Andy’s Audi. Mike took shotgun and you got in the back. You expected a whole-ass argument on where to go but they must have worked that out ahead of time. You ended up at bougie bistro that you’d never been to and the Friday night crowd wasn’t terrible.

The three of you ate, had drinks. You were content to listen to them work out the different facets of the Fields case, making notes on your phone as they thought up things that needed to be done.

You noticed you had no texts at all from Jimmy. Odd.

By the time you were finishing dessert, you and Andy had dessert, Mike watched you with a smirk. It was then you realized they were all done, and they were waiting for you to finish your tiramisu.

“I’m sorry,” you told them, trying to speed up.

“Hey, take your time.” Andy’s hand was a heavy press on your arm. It took you a minute to notice, the alcohol having fogged your brain. You’d had two – no three – slow gin fizzes.

By the time Andy paid the check and you finished your drink, it was time to go and you were all back in his Audi. You’d head back to the office to get your stuff, get in your car and head home. You didn’t know if Jimmy would be there or not.

Considering the stress he’d put you through, you didn’t care. You were fuzzy and sleepy, feeling good.

When you pulled up to a ritzy house in an upscale neighborhood, you were frowning out the window.

“Where are we?” you wanted to know.

“My place,” Andy said simply as they both climbed out. Mike pulled open your door, helping you out.

“Why are we here?”

Neither man answered you as you followed them up the walk to the front door. Andy held the door open for you and Mike, his expression hard to read. He quickly turned on the lights as he locked the door behind him, herding you and his partner into a living room that looked like it came from a magazine.

Pulling your phone from your purse, you saw it was going on ten o’clock. You also had no texts from your boyfriend.

“You won’t be hearing from Jimmy,” Andy’s deep voice grabbed your attention.

He couldn’t have said what you thought he said.

“I’m sorry. What?”

“Jimmy,” Andy replied. “You’ve checked your phone every few minutes to see if you have texts from him.”

You looked from Andy to Mike and back. “You said I wouldn’t be hearing from Jimmy.”

“He got picked up tonight,” Mike told you, his expression grim.

“What?” Your heart started flying. “Who picked up Jimmy?”

“The cops.” Mike dropped onto the couch you stood before, his gaze assessing.

You froze. So many terrible emotions rushed through you. They now knew your boyfriend was a drug-selling thug and that was bad enough. But the panic that twisted in your gut like a knife hit soon after. If Jimmy had been busted, how was he going to get the money back to you? If he couldn’t, how were you going to restore the $25,000 you stole from the two men watching you way too carefully?

Your loser boyfriend had best not be counting on you to bail him out. You couldn’t.

Wait. Why had they brought you to Andy’s house to tell you?

“How…”

“Did we know about Jimmy?” Mike leaned forward with his elbows on his knees. “We didn’t at first. And I’m personally not judging. I enjoy doing a little coke here and there. I bought from him for years. Before you two were even a thing. Even before you started working at the firm.”

What?

“He and his partner,” Andy said slowly coming to stand behind the couch. “What’s his name?”

“Mark?” You didn’t know Jimmy had a “partner” but if he did, it would have to be Mark.

“Mark,” Andy said, those dark blue eyes on you. “They decided to level up in dealing. They were buying a big haul and planned to get started from there. They’d been working out a network for weeks. But someone ratted them out.”

You gazed from Andy to Mike and back again as they both regarded you coolly.

Your heart felt like it would beat out of your chest. If what Andy said was true, Jimmy lied to you. He wasn’t in trouble with a loan shark. He used the money you embezzled to buy a large shipment of drugs so he could elevate his dealing.

If Jimmy had told you the truth, he knew you wouldn’t have gone along with it. Of course you wouldn’t have. Still, it didn’t lessen the sting of betrayal. And now Jimmy had been arrested? That money was gone. If he went to jail, you weren’t getting it back.

“Who… Who told you this?” You had to ask.

“A friend of mine,” Andy told you. “Neal took my old job as assistant district attorney. He’ll be prosecuting the case.”

Your world was spiraling out of control around you and the fact that the alcohol was still zinging through your veins didn’t help. Your bosses just hit you with a hard truth and you found yourself blinking back tears.

“I am so sorry,” you told them. “I don’t know what to say. I didn’t know…”

“You did,” Andy told you calmly.

“What?”

“You knew he was dealing drugs.”

You dropped your head in shame. Why lie? You nodded.

“You knew he was using the money for a major haul?” Mike asked.

That got your attention. The money?

They knew.

What were you going to do? There was no way you could repay them aside from small increments. You weren’t going to get it back. If they knew already, your job was gone. And they were lawyers. They could have you arrested for embezzlement.

“Hey,” Andy’s tone was softer when you looked up at him in a panic. “Why don’t you have a seat?” Keeping his movements slow, he walked around the couch to you. “You look like you’re going to pass out.”

At his urging you took a seat next to Mike, trembling like a leaf now.

“Mike’s question,” Andy said gently, taking a knee in front of you. “Did you know he was using the money for a large drug buy?”

You shook your head. Your chest hurt. They knew. Your life was over.

“What did he tell you it was for?”

You couldn’t meet Andy’s gaze. You buried your face in your hands. “He said… h-he got in trouble with a loan s-shark… Jimmy told me that they would c-come after me for being his girlfriend if he didn’t give them the money. He said…”

Mike’s firm hand smoothed over your back. “What did I tell you?” he said to Andy.

“Doesn’t change anything,” Andy told him

“Are you going t-to have me arrested?” You still couldn’t look up at either of them.

Andy’s hands smoothed over the outer sides of your calves below your skirt, over your stockings. You couldn’t stop shaking. How had your world come to this in a matter of two days?

“Shhh,” Andy soothed as he would a child. “No, we’re not going to press charges. You run our office. I’m sure we can work this all out.”

A sliver of hope slid into your heart. Had you looking up through tear-bleary eyes at Andy’s handsome face. “I’ll do anything. I’ll work overtime. Whatever either of you need.”

Mike chuckled next to you on the couch, but you were so lost to your panic it didn’t register why he might be doing that.

“We’ve got a few problems,” Andy said slowly. “First, is the issue of your safety. Jimmy is likely going to try and hit you up for bail. And he will make bail.”

“I don’t have anything.” You looked from him to Mike.

“He’ll assume you can siphon more money off the firm,” Mike’s voice was close to your ear, send a different sensation through your veins to rush against all the adrenaline and alcohol.

“With Jimmy in jail, one of his competitors or clients might decide to pay you a visit,” Andy pointed out. “So staying in that house probably isn’t a good idea. You rent?”

What were you going to do? Guilt for what they both know you did now was a heavy weight. But you were in danger?

You had a small amount in your savings account. You could maybe try to stay in a hotel long enough to explain to the landlord that you needed out of the lease, that you had to go somewhere else.

You finally nodded. “I’ll find a place to stay,” you said slowly. “I’ll try to get out of the lease. I’ll just… have to try to avoid Jimmy and his friends.”

“It’s still a risk,” Andy said, his gaze staying on you. “For the time being, it would be best if you stayed here.”

What?

“I’ve got a good security system and plenty of room,” Andy said like it was the most reasonable solution.

Mike’s warm hand slid over your back in loose circles, drawing your attention to him. “No one’s going to come to Andy’s house looking for you.”

Blowing out an exhale, you looked from Mike to Andy. “I’ve already stolen from you,” you admitted miserably. “Why would you want me in your house?”

“Yeah, you stole from us,” Andy’s expression was hard to read. “But neither of us want anything to happen to you just for making a few bad decisions. We’ve all been there.”

Mike? You didn’t doubt he’d seen trouble in his life.

Andy? You couldn’t see it. What could he possibly have to hide?

But then it occurred to you. Andy had been living alone for a while.

“I could keep house for you,” you offered.

Andy’s hands slid up to your knees, fingers caressing just above them. “I already have someone to come in and clean the house. I’m… We’re interested in other things.”

“Other things?” Your question ended in a squeak when Mike leaned in to nip at the tender flesh of your neck just below your ear, his hand sliding lower on your back.

“It’s your choice,” Andy’s gaze darkened as he watched Mike chaining kisses along the slender column of your neck. “If you’d rather do payroll deductions, that could be arranged.”

Were they serious? They wanted you to repay them with sex?

Surprise must have shown on your face as you stared at Andy stunned. Mike’s quick fingers pulled the zipper at the back of your dress down, his warm hand skimming over your flesh until you were trembling for more than one reason.

“How… would—”

“Would this work?” Andy’s hands slid higher on your thighs. “You borrowed half your yearly salary, yes?”

When Mike flicked your bra open at the back, you knew a moment’s panic before you nodded.

“You stay here,” Andy explained, “and you’re available to us whenever we want, within reason, and you’ll have paid it back in six months.”

It was a lot to take in. Jimmy had been arrested. You’d stolen money from your bosses, and you were caught. They probably weren’t wrong about your safety but…

Mike pressed wet kisses along your collar bone, pulling back the shoulder of your dress so he could reach that skin. It wasn’t easy to think with fear preying on your mind and Mike’s sensual torment. His lips were so soft and his tongue drew wicked circles on your skin.

“Both of us have been interested in you since we hired you.” Mike’s voice was deep and husky. “But I wasn’t in a place to offer you a stable relationship.”

Andy cut him a look before his heated gaze returned to you, his fingers skimming higher up your inner thighs. “I was still technically married at the time.”

“What do you say?” Andy’s fingers reached the lace tops of your stockings. “Is this arrangement acceptable?”

Considering what you’d need to live, it would take you forever to pay them back if you did payroll deductions. This way it was only six months. And you all worked long hours at the firm. They wouldn’t have a lot of time to be demanding.

Would they?

Your heart hammered in your chest because you’d never been with two men at once. And that was very much what it appeared they intended to do.

Slowly, you met Andy’s gaze and nodded. You didn’t know what else to do.

“I already have a contract drawn up.” You didn’t miss the flash of triumph in those blue eyes a beat before his touch left your thighs and he grabbed your chin with rough fingers. “This arrangement is between the three of us, do you understand? I have evidence, including video, of you moving the funds from our operational account to your personal account. I just wanted to advise you of that. Do you understand?”

Your breath came fast from fear, from… You nodded. Did you have a choice?

“Say it,” he commanded.

“I understand,” you managed.

Mike’s hand now slid over your knee.

“Birth control?” Andy’s gaze held yours, his determination not something you were used to seeing.

“The pill,” your voice shook now.

“Any STDs?” he went on.

“Really?” Mike muttered against your shoulder.

“I’ve never had one,” was all you could say.

“You can’t contact Jimmy,” Mike stopped long enough to tell you. “That’s over.”

You didn’t want to contact Jimmy. It was his fault you were in this mess.

“I w-won’t,” you told them.

“And it sounds like we have a deal,” Mike told you both grinning.

It took your breath when he hauled you up over a broad shoulder. The room spun, the alcohol, adrenaline, and anxiety blending and coursing through your body as Mike headed towards a staircase.

“No,” Andy stopped him. “The guest room. This way.”

They were serious. They were both going to fuck you and you’d agreed to it. They could fuck you whenever they wanted for the next six months. Apparently, there was a contract.

The soft light of a lamp flicked on as you were dumped onto a soft, good-sized bed.

Mike wasted no time pulling off the pumps you wore, dropping them to the floor. His grin was wicked as he climbed on the foot of the bed after you.

They were moving fast and a little panicked, you used your elbows to move back towards the headboard. Andy sat on the bed next to you, leaning over you to gently capture your wrists in his hands.

“Relax,” Andy whispered. “No one is going to hurt you.”

You felt Mike grip your knees, hauling your legs up and pulling them apart while Andy’s mouth claimed yours. His kiss was subtle at first like the notes of leather and sandalwood he wore. The brush of his beard on your face almost distracted you from Mike tossing up your skirt, pulling your panties down over the stockings you wore.

Andy’s kiss quickly grew more demanding, tasting like Scotch and need. His tongue had just begun to duel with yours when you felt strong hands press your trembling thighs open, warm breath pelting the most private part of you.

Mike said your name softly. “Relax, baby. You’re going to love this.”

Andy caught your cries in his mouth as Mike dove in, first spreading you open so he could tease your clit relentlessly with his tongue. Jesus, he knows what he’s doing. His finger traced teasingly over your opening, his tongue following not long after.

You broke the kiss when Mike started fucking you with his tongue. Andy held you down for him, seemed to enjoy just watching Mike take you apart.

“You like what he’s doing?” Andy whispered low into your ear.

Maybe you nodded. Mike slid a finger inside you, carefully teasing your walls as he worked it slowly in and out of you. Your juices shined on his beard, but his gaze was riveted on first the one then the second finger he’d slid into you.

A flurry of movement caught you as Andy yanked up your dress and pulled it off you. Your bra was already undone so it easily followed. And all the while Mike carefully worked his fingers into you, his tongue teasing the center of your pleasure ruthlessly above that. You writhed, your hands struggling in Andy’s firm grip. Your heart raced, your cries the only sound in the cool silence of the room.

You were getting close, circling your center in Mike’s face both wanting more and wanting a reprieve from the searing pleasure he’d built between your thighs. You weren’t even aware when Andy let go of you even as you watched one of his elegant hands work at loosening his tie, the other closing over one of your bared breasts as if he couldn’t wait to touch you. It slid slowly down, his gaze following, stopping at your tummy. With gentle pressure, he held you still for Mike to finish you off.

The orgasm hit you hard, left you reeling. You weren’t exactly inexperienced, but you couldn’t remember the last time someone brought you off with his mouth, much less with that sort of finesse.

Mike knew it to, amusement lighting up his blue eyes. While he had you prone beneath him, lust-drunk and panting, he took his time in taking those suspenders down. His fingers made quick work of the buttons before he pulled off the deep blue shirt he wore, showing off impressive muscles you always knew were under there.

And tattoos. Damn. You were eyeing them when Mike grabbed your hips, none too gently flipping you onto your tummy.

Mike hauled you up onto your knees, firm thighs still encased in black slacks pressing into the backs of yours. A quick glance over your shoulder showed you he was smoothing on a condom. It was only a beat before you felt the head of him sliding through the wetness of your folds.

“Pay attention to Andy,” Mike muttered.

No sooner had you turned back to where Andy had shed his dress shirt than Mike was pushing his way into you, not being leisurely about it. He had you so worked up that he slid in easily enough. He was just a bit bigger than you were used to.It burned, his intrusion stretching you.

You released the breath you hadn’t released you were holding, fingers curling into the comforter under you when Andy climbed up on the bed before you, pulling open his slacks and pushing them down.

He wore nothing underneath and when he pulled himself out, you were staring because he was more than ready for you. And huge. What had you agreed to? His fingers were gentle when they curved around your jaw, pulling you towards his swollen cock as he moved it to your mouth.

“Open wide, Sweetheart,” Andy’s voice was husky above you.

Your lips spread around him as Mike’s hands gripped your hips. You began working Andy further into your mouth as Mike began to move in you, slow and easy at first while you got used to Andy in your mouth.

“Feels fucking amazing,” Mike praised, grinding into you on the end of a couple of strokes like he was savoring the feeling of you.

You were trembling between the two men. You were on sensory overload with the way your slick walls stretched around Mike, his movements caressing hidden triggers inside you. The taste and feel of Andy’s cock in your mouth, the smell of his cologne and his own intimate scent invading your senses.

They found a rhythm, working into you from either end in a way that had you drooling around Andy, squeezing Mike tightly as he moved within you with increasingly powerful strokes. When those strokes had you gagging on Andy here and there, the deep moans you pulled from him were a sinful sound, pushed your own excitement higher.

“You look so fucking gorgeous,” Andy managed breathlessly above you. “Taking us both…”

One of his hands held your hair back from your face while the other smoothed circles over your shoulders and back. You struggled to keep your teeth away, to keep your throat opened. And it was gratifying to see the more controlled of the two of them looking so wrecked above you. His powerful upper body was devoid of tattoos, but the muscular wall of his chest trembled as he fought off his release, his breath growing ragged.

Mike was fucking you hard from behind, his hands a vice grip on your hips as he pulled you back onto his cock again and again. He punched the air from your lungs, Andy stealing your air another way, holding himself a beat in the back of your throat before retreating each time, allowing you air.

“I’m coming,” Mike muttered, one hand sliding under you tease the pearl above where he penetrated you, had you crying out around Andy’s cock.

“Fuck,” Andy muttered, the tension in his body telling you he was getting close too.

You came and clenched around Mike hard, bringing him off. His hips pumped into you firmly, holding you in place and teasing your clit, pulling you under the waves with him, making the entire room spin. You cried out, realizing Andy had pulled back from your mouth. Your gaze locked with his dark one as you shook, collapsing on the bed beneath Mike. His body was a damp hot weight, pressing you into the comforter.

You felt a chill when Mike lifted from you, struggling to breathe. But not for long. Andy gently rolled you onto your back, his shadow consuming you as he moved above you.

“Got one more for me, beautiful?” Andy purred in your ear.

“Huh?”

You caught a glimpse of his red, swollen cock a beat before he slotted himself between your thighs and pushed into your still-quivering channel. Andy was heavier than Mike, his cock thicker and sliding into you with determination until he reached the end of you, holding.

His breath exhaled in a rush, his eyes closing in bliss.

“I’ve thought about this so many times,” Andy muttered above you. “So many times.”

Lowering himself above you, Andy caged you on top of the bed, allowing you to wind yourself around his hard body. It only occurred to you as you watched Mike pull the condom off that Andy hadn’t used one. Mike ducked into the bathroom as Andy’s loving started to take your breath away.

“Hey,” Andry drew your attention back to him. “Eyes on me.”

That wasn’t hard to do. Andy kissed you breathless, his hips powering into you until all you could do is desperately claw at his heavily-muscled arms, the sweat-slick surface of his wide back. Your shaking thighs were closed around his slim hips but it didn’t slow him down as he moved in you, changed angles until he hit just the right space at your front wall.

That set you off. You gasped, you begged. Andy’s dark hair was spiked around his head, his color high as he rained hot kisses over your face and neck.

“Not going to last long, baby,” Andy whispered. “Your mouth was too good.. I’ll make it up to you later… Promise…”

The bed next to you dipped from Mike’s weight as he took a seat by your head. He took one of you hands in his while the other smoothed over your hair and Andy pounded you into the bed.

Release rode you as hard as Andy and it wasn’t long before you were coming again, waves of ecstasy that shook you hard. Andy’s body tightened around you as he sought his own release, holding you down and drowning you in yours. Your walls convulsed around Andy as he pumped into you, working himself into you until he was sated.

Strong fingers tipped your chin up to make you look at Mike.

“You’re beautiful when you come like that,” he told you with an impish grin. When he kissed your lips softly, carefully, even as you tried to catch your breath, your heart shifted at the affection.

Mike rose from the bed, scooping his shirt off the floor. “You going to take it from here?” Mike asked Andy. “She’s living with you, so you’re in charge of after care.” Seeing your gaze was on him, Mike winked. “Well, most of the time.”

“I’ve got this,” Andy muttered, still inside you.

As he pulled on his shirt, Mike came back over to steal another kiss. “Goodnight, gorgeous… You made the right call.”

Right now, it sure as shit felt like you made the best choice you could. You just hoped you were right.

You just hoped your survived them.

“Got a ride?” Andy called as Mike strolled out of the room.

“Calling an Uber.”

Andy eased himself out of your body, and you winced at the sting.

“Okay?” he asked gently.

You nodded, it was all you could do as he lifted from you, fishing his slacks out of the floor and pulling them on. He’d had Mike bring you to the guest room, so you were guessing that’s where you’d stay. But you were surprised when Andy scooped you up off the bed and carried you out of the room, heading for the stairs.

You didn’t see Mike as you hung on, guessing he’d already walked outside to smoke.

Andy carried you into a cool upstairs bedroom in shades of navy and gray, the masculine scent all his. Carefully he pulled back the covers and placed you in his bed. When he pulled the covers back up over you, he leaned down to kiss your forehead.

“Andy?” you blinked up at him, exhausted and more than a little confused.

“I’m going to get something to clean you up a little,” Andy told you with a small smile. “Then we’ll get some sleep.”

You were too tired to argue and not entirely sure you should. Andy returned from his bathroom with a warm washcloth, using it on your sleepy form, carefully between your thighs.

You were dozing when he climbed into bed behind you, nude as you were. Wrapping a hard arm around you, he pulled you back into the heat of his own body and you welcomed it. Your mind and body having reached their limits, you dropped off to sleep not long after that.

You were blissfully unaware that Andy was awake long after you, making plans.

Phoning in the tip on Jimmy? Best call he’d ever made. Mike was part of that world so he couldn’t have made the call. He’d also never know it was Andy who did.

While he’d agree to share you with his partner – for now – Andy didn’t intend for it to be a permanent state. By the end of six months, you’d be his. He’d make sure of it.

You were so different from Laurie. And didn’t he deserve a second chance at a family?

Pressing a kiss into your hair, Andy snuggled into his pillow and eventually joined you in sleep.

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