#gulp... the mob is gonna get me.../j

[beast-feast]

I have succumbed to the voices in my head

[drugsorgasmsandcheese]

trouble, j. miller | chapter two

mob!joel miller x fem!reader

chapter summary: your first shift at apocalypse lives up to the standards that you hoped for, and you work your charm on everyone there. money and validation never hurt anyone, and you definitely didn’t mind it.

chapter warnings: alcohol consumption, food consumption, uh oh curse words, joel miller being a “power to the people, stick it to the man” man (we believe in that over on this blog), reader & dancers shake ass bc they can, google translated spanish 😍, no beta again, AND DID SOMEONE SAY JAVIER PEÑA!?

word count: 2274

also can u guys start asking me to be on this taglist by either bribing me or threatening me idk i think i’d just like to see “add me to your taglist or i’m gonna be under your bed at 9:03pm”

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when you step outside of the changing room, you head over to the snack drawers. you may have eaten before you arrived, but turning down free food was a sin in your eyes. you settle on a pack of hot cheetos and some trolli candy before sitting in a high chair and allowing lucy to do your makeup.

lucy was a lovely woman. she told you the basics about her, how she’s trying to save money so she can buy her first apartment, the name of her cat, etc. and, jesus christ, lucy was good at make up. her shade match was amazing, the blush and contour sculpted your face well. the eye make up was a smoked out black wing, with purple eye glitter on your eyelids. your lips were glossy, pouty, and fucking sexy, if you did say so yourself.

“lucy, i want you to know that if you ever decide to dump your boyfriend, i will be right here waiting for you.” you take another look at yourself in the mirror. “i look so hot i want to fuck myself.”

lucy giggles, and the two of you join adele, who runs you through everything you need to know. when she gets to the hourly pay and tips, your mouth drops in shock. “damn, didn’t realise joel was such a socialist.”

adele and lucy laugh. “baby, he pays everyone here good.”

lucy nods. “dancers get their money from customers and an hourly pay too. he treats us all good, it’s why we all like working here so much.”

you get to know some of the women whilst you’re there. you dance with them, they teach you some moves that are part of their routines, you sing with them. in all honesty, a lot of time hadn’t passed and you felt like you would defend these women with your life.

a knock sounds on the door, and adele opens it to find joel standing there. he beckons you with his hand outstretched. you give your goodbyes to the girls, dramatic as ever but you would miss this moment between you all, even if they did say you could drop by this room any time you want like the other female waiting staff did.

you join joel’s side, his hand going onto your lower back again as he guides you to another room.

“kitchen. head chef is joey,” he points to an elder man with black hair and a slight stubble. he seems mean…you’ll fix that. “that’s quinn,” he points to a woman with blonde hair, “and that’s tim.” you look at tim. tim looks stoned. you think about joining tim to get high on your next shift.

“hi everyone!” you wave at them giddily.

“some guests like food whilst they’re here, ‘s why we have the kitchen. ask for something for yourself and they’ll whip it up for ya’ too.” joel checks his watch, and you don’t know much about watches, but it looks expensive and you unconsciously gulp. he’s rich, damn.

“i’ll take ya’ back up to my office so we can go over some stuff before we open.”

when you get to his office, joel offers for you to take a seat across from his. his chair, however, spins, and you’re much more fascinated by that instead of the boring sofa. you take a seat on the rotating chair and begin to spin on it. joel sighs, shaking his head like he was surprised by your behaviour thus far.

“need to go over the shifts you can do. now, i don’t want ya’ overworkin’ yourself or being too tired for your damn lectures. so tell me what shifts you can do for now, and we can go over the rest later.”

you stop your spinning and look up at him. “i can do weekend shifts at any time. um…i have a nine am lecture on tuesday and thursday. wednesdays i don’t have a lecture until three, and mondays and friday i can work after five.”

“alright, give me your number so i can arrange your shifts. you get paid in cash every week and you’ll collect it from my office at the end of the night.”

you smirk, lifting your index finger up to your lips and biting down on the tip. “my number? joel miller, you flirt! take me to dinner first, please.”

he says your name sternly, a warning. “give me your damn number and get outta here. damn trouble, you are.”

you giggle, writing down your number on a piece of paper and giving it to him, and taking an ipad that carries the menu on it, sauntering out of his office and heading back to the dancer’s room.

——

at nine pm, the club doors open and you have your first group sat in one of the v.i.p. booths. a woman orders a sex on the beach, and the other orders a martini. you take the order down to the bar to gather the drinks and meet the bartender.

he introduced himself as javier, shaking your hand and kissing it gently, making you giggle. you knew you were going to get along with him very well.

as you wait for the drinks, one of the dancers comes over and talks to you. chelsea, her name is. a real blonde bombshell who you think would’ve been amazing in the barbie movie. she’s got a bubbly personality and a cute laugh. she tells you that she attends the same college as you, studying chemistry and physics.

you’re cut off when javier places your drinks on a tray and passes it to you. you give a little wave to chelsea as she is called to a booth to entertain the men.

“don’t be a stranger, mi amor.” javier calls out to you, and you giggle.

“and miss out on you? never!” you shout over your shoulder.

as you walk through the v.i.p. floor, you spot some of the girls and give your greetings to them, winking and grinning as they walk by. you make it back to the table and place the drinks down in front of the two women, and you gasp at them both.

“i just noticed your make up, holy shit! you girls are stunning.” your customer service skills deserves an award, and you’re forever thankful that you’re a massive extrovert and can get away with half the shit that comes out of your mouth.

the girls give their thanks to you, complimenting you back and you shrug them off. you were getting tipped tonight whether they liked it or not. you were hellbent on winning everyone over.

it’s when you’re putting in an eighth round of drinks that you feel a hand on your lower back yet again. you turn your head to see joel, looking down at you.

“need you in booth five.”

“alright, just gotta get these drinks from javi and some orders from the kitchen and i’ll be with you.” you smile at him, and joel walks away back to the booth.

you take your drinks from javi, and he doesn’t forget to give you some pet names in spanish, and you head back to one of the private rooms. you see a woman by the name of destiny dancing on a small stage with a pole as you give the men their drinks. she winks at you and you return it.

you place the drinks down in front of the men, taking your tray as you lean down and whisper to the closest one to you. “i’ll be back with your food, sir.”

and you return within five minutes, having won over the entire kitchen staff with your undeniable charm. you arrive with two large plates of nachos that the three men share between themselves. one of them slips you a hundred dollar bill, and you blow a kiss his way as you leave the private room.

men were too easy sometimes.

you enter the soundproof glass door of booth five, stepping in and pulling out your tablet. “any drinks i can get for you guys?”

a bald headed man orders a jack and coke, one with a skin fade orders a budweiser and you had to do a subtle double take on him because men in their thirties have skin fades? huh, you learn something new everyday. you look at joel and he shakes his head. “i’m alright, darlin’.”

you smile at him, placing the orders through on the tablet. “i’ll be back soon. let me know if you need anything else.”

as you walk up to the bar, you smile at javi. “oh, my beautiful husband. how i’ve missed you.”

javi looks at you and smirks. “ah, mi pequeña esposa, you’re back. what drinks do you need?” {my little wife}

“jack and coke and a budweiser.” you respond, resting your arms flat on the bartop and placing your head on it as you watch jack make the drinks, your tablet sat right next to you. “javi, what’s the weirdest drink you’ve had someone order?”

“bloody mary with passion fruit liquor.” he grimaces, as do you. what kind of sick fucks were drinking bloody mary’s anyway? and you can make a bloody mary worse? ew.

“i wanna see a drink named after me on this menu one day.” you take the drinks from him as he chuckles.

walking back to the booth, you balance the tray on one hand whilst the other opens the glass door. you place the drinks down in front of the two men, giving them sultry looks as you do.

you were going home with benjamin franklin tonight. you were determined.

as you stand back up and move closer to joel’s seat, you could feel his eyes on you, and when you looked at him, he seemed to be hiding back a smirk, picking up on your games. and it works, as both men slip you a few hundred dollar bills that you tuck under the strap of your bra to stash away later.

“anything else i can get for you gentleman tonight?” when they respond with a ‘no’, you feel a light tap on your thigh. brown eyes meeting yours, he gestures for you to come closer, and you bend down so his mouth is next to your ear.

“little shit.” he whispers, and you chuckle, standing back up to your full height and leaving the booth.

the only time you return to joel’s booth is to take away cups and refill drinks. you don’t hear much of the conversation that happens because, quite frankly, you don’t care. the bald guy and the one with the skin fade keep slipping you bills and that’s enough to buy your silence and curiosity.

you return to some of the private rooms, getting drinks for guests and dancers, but during the final moments of your shift, you’re sat at the bar talking to javier. you learn that he’s been friends with joel since high school. they’re practically brothers, and although they weren’t related, they do look alike…

“shithead.” joel’s voice calls out, and you can only assume he’s referring to you due to the choice in nickname.

“that better be meant as an endearment or i will be snitching to my pops.” you say as you walk over, blowing javi a kiss as a means of goodbye. “he may be in his sixties but he can still put a crow bar to use.”

joel rolls his eyes and guides you back to the dancer’s room. you open the door halfway before he decides to speak: “wait around here for a bit and i’ll come get you. i’ll be taking you home so make sure you’ve got everything.”

you pout playfully. “well, aren’t you just a sweetheart.” and your words cause him to roll his eyes again.

“get in there, ya’ little shit.” and he gently pushes you in.

for the next two hours, you and the girls spend your time dancing to some 2000’s r&b. you and chelsea end up whining on each other, and you all collapse by the time ‘smack that’ has finished, giggling away among yourselves as adele is highly entertained by your energy.

a knock at the door sounds, and you can tell it’s joel. you grab the clothes you wore before your shift started, and when you open it, joel is stood there carrying your bag.

“ya’ got everything?”

“you sound like a divorced dad who has joint custody over his daughter. yes, i have everything.” joel sighs at your comment, rubbing the space between his eyebrows which causes you to giggle.

“bye guys!” you wave goodbye to everyone as you and joel leave the building. he unlocks his black porsche and you hop in the front, shivering slightly at how cold it was.

joel notices this, turning on the heated seats as he drives you home to your grandparents. when you’re outside your house, joel stops you from getting out. “i’ll text you your shifts. my number is strictly for work.”

“got it, text you whenever i want. bye joel!” you shout, running out of the car and unlocking your front door, heading straight to your bedroom so you can take off your make up and finally be comfortable.

you fail to notice how joel’s car doesn’t drive away until he sees you’ve entered the house, and that you safely got to your room when your bedroom light turns on. you don’t see how he smiled at your little comment, shaking his head as he drives away.

oh, you were trouble, alright.

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a/n: reader tormenting joel and him just tolerating it is my ideal relationship

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Good Business: Part 17

Fandom: Marvel (Mob AU)

Pairing: Chubby!Bucky x Reader

Summary: Bucky Barnes is a ruthless mobster. He’s also referred to as Big Buck due to his towering strong frame as well as his round stomach. You’re the owner of a small diner, a place that Big Buck decides to visit. Based off this drabble.

A/N: I’m so close to finishing this story! 

Despite you being curled into his side on the way back to your place, Bucky could tell you’re distant. Rightfully so. He left you, abandoned you. If you wish to never see him again after he brings you home, then he’d understand. It’d hurt like hell, but he’d do anything you ask.

When the car stops in front of your home, you let out a sigh. Bucky slowly pulls himself from you to step out of the car, offering his hand to you as you follow him out. 

He pulls out your keys from his pocket and opens your door. He moves to the side so you could step in, but you don’t hear him following you or closing the door.

You turn around and see him nervously standing in the doorway, hands in his pockets. You gulped and murmured out, “Are you going to leave me again?” Your voice is so small and fragile, a stark contrast to the boisterous, firey woman that he knows. 

“Do you want me to?” he asks with a hesitant look in his eyes, “I’d understand if you did. I dragged you into my mess and then ran away like a coward.”

You shook your head, “I don’t want you to leave. I-I was mad before, but I also understood. I just-” you ran a hand down your tired face, “I missed you so much and I’d ask Steve to tell me how you were doing but he didn’t say anything other than you’re alive and I guess I should’ve been happy with that, but I feel ashamed for also thinking that I wished you were falling apart like I was.”

“I was falling apart,” Bucky stated as he stepped into your home, closing the door behind him, “I missed you too and I’d have Steve call me every day to give me updates on you. I wrote you letters almost every day. I couldn’t stop thinking about your laugh or your smile or your eyes. God, sweet cheeks, leaving you was one of the hardest things I’ve had to do.”

You rush over to Bucky, throwing your arms around him and he catches you. You hold each other tight, sobbing into each other and relishing in the feeling of being able to hold each other again. 

“I love you, Bucky,” you whimpered.

Hearing you say that made Bucky’s heart feel like it was ready to burst. His hold on you tightens as he kisses your head and whispers back, “I love you too, sweet cheeks. So fucking much.”

_______________

After the proclamations of love, Steve stepped into your home debriefing Bucky about everything they’ve accomplished and proceeded to order his best friend some proper rest. 

You pulled away from Bucky and gave Steve a tight hug, “Thank you, Steve.”

He hugged you back and kissed your cheek, “You’re welcome, Y/N.”

After he left, Bucky looked nervous again, looked slightly out of place, “Um...so..now what?”

You can’t help the giggle that escaped you and that made Bucky smile, “I don’t know about you Big Buck, but I’d like a shower. Join me?” you hold out your hand to him and he takes it.

“I’m going wherever you’re going, sweet cheeks. I was away from you too long. You can’t get rid of me now. I’m not going anywhere.”

You stop and turn around, pressing your lips to Bucky’s in a soft kiss, “I love you,” and then turned back to continue the journey to the bathroom. 

You began to slowly undress each other as the shower ran, Bucky’s touch was soft and delicate. You found yourself leaning into him while his fingers grazed along your skin. You kissed his chest before stepping into the shower, him right behind you. 

The water cascaded over the both of you and you could already feel the exhaustion and pain wash away. You closed your eyes, relishing in the warmth of the water and Bucky’s presence. 

You felt his hands on you again, except this time they were lathered in soap. The lavender scent filling your nose. 

He scrubbed your body, all the while being as gentle he could be. This feeling, this intimacy, it was something you haven’t felt before. Even when you two had sex, you didn’t feel this closeness, this....love.

You felt him cup your face and press his lips to yours, his voice low and soft, “I’m sorry, baby. I know I hurt you, but never again. I’m here. I promise I’ll be here for as long as you want me to. I love you, Y/N. I’m not leaving again.”

His words made the dam break. You let out a sob and leaned forward, crying into Bucky again. While you were crying of sadness and exhaustion, it was also of relief. Bucky’s back and he’s not leaving ever again.

___________________

Bucky hears a knock at your door and he glances your way. You’re still fast asleep, the previous events clearly taking a toll on you. Carefully and quietly, Bucky slid out of bed and headed to the door. He looked through the peephole and saw Steve standing there. 

He slowly opened the door, signalling for Steve to remain quiet as he allowed his friend to walk in, “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing. Just wanted to check up on you two. It’s been a few hours and-” he held up a bag of takeout from your diner, “Sharon wanted to ensure that you guys ate.”

“Thanks,” Bucky murmured, taking the food and heading to the kitchen.

Steve entered in behind him and watched as Bucky began to take the food from the containers, “So, how is she?”

“Exhausted. Tired. Sad. Relieved. We talked it out. We’re-” he paused and ran a hand over his unkempt beard, “It was a rough patch, but I think we’re gonna be okay.”

“Yeah?” Steve asked.

Bucky nodded and gave a small grin, “She told me she loves me and I told her the same. It was a long time comin’, huh?”

“Oooohh yeah, pal.” the two friends chuckled, “But it’s good to see your relationship survive through all this shit. It’s not easy.”

Bucky bit his lip. He was hesitant on what he wanted to say, “There’s-I need-” he sighed, “I’m going straight now, Steve.”

He cocked a brow at his boss and friend, “Oh really?” sounding a bit unconvinced.

Bucky leaned against your kitchen counter, “Yeah. All of this,” he waved his hand around vaguely, “I can’t do this forever. I eventually wanna get married, maybe have some kids. I don’t wanna have to worry about getting killed every day or worry about the people around me. This business...we’re getting old. I think it’s time to hang all this shit up.”

“Buck, I know what you’re saying and I agree, but you worked so hard to get where you are. You’re just gonna give all of it up just like that?”

“Not necessarily. The businesses that I run and own, I wanna keep that. I don’t want anyone losing their livelihood because of me. But the gang wars, the under the table shady shit? That’s all gone. And if people wanna continue down that lifestyle, fine by me, but it won’t be under my name and organization. The Barnes Family will be going straight, we’ll be doing good business from now on.”

“Whatever you want, Buck, I’ll be there by your side. You know that. But tell me somethin’: if you never met Y/N, do you think you’d be making this decision?”

Bucky glances towards your bedroom, and a soft smile appears on his face, “No, I don’t think I would. She’s changed me, for the better I think.”

“Yeah,” Steve snorted, patting his friend on the shoulder, “I think so too.”

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[moeruhoshi]

A demon thing I thought of

The town was a peaceful one, surrounded by farms and perfect weather that cycled calm seasons and housed the kindest people around. They were located far from the capital and on the edge of the woods none would brave even the touch of their toes into, deeming the trees and anything that dwelled within it cursed.

Most days went about well, but on this particular one, there was panic in the air as the townspeople gathered around the message board centered in the market.

“T-The demon! I can’t believe he’s real...”

“A sacrifice?! He’s asking for a young girl?! My goodness, what do we do?”

“He can’t just ask for one of us, can he?! But who knows what he might do if we don’t comply!”

“Please, everyone, calm down!” Jose, the town’s mayor, said as he stood before the crowd. “It’s devestating news we’ve received, but we have no choice but to comply!”

“M-Mayor! One of our own?! How could we?!”

“I’m sure there’s someone here no one would miss...”

“That farm girl,” He coughed and pointed to the ratty shack out in the distance. “That no good Heartfilia should do,”

And they collectively decided she would, because who would miss the girl many were painfully envious of? She was so poor, so how dare she still look so beautiful? None of the girls around came to rival such natural looks, so they despised her. Nor did she seem to want to give anyone the time of day unless they were looking to pay her for odd jobs, which she received half the going rate for just pissing people off.

She had no business in their villiage in the first place, so it was only rightful she be of use to them one last time.

“Go on, get out of here! Keep down that path! Don’t you dare come back here!”

Lucy shook and shivered, weak legs carrying her as she ran from the mob of citizens shouting for her to leave.

The whole endeavor had happened so quickly, she didn’t know what was going on. She know the lot of them never liked her, but to send her off to get swallowed by a demon? How cruel...

But she ran and ran and ran, mostly out of anger, because how impossibly devilish! They were the real demons, she’d rather run into whoever was out here instead of spend another minute in that god forsaken town.

Her movements began to slow as she grew tired, soon stopping all at once as she finally allowed herself to be sad.

Lucy hid under the bearth of a large and began to cry to herself, feeling all too incredibly alone. Just how much longer would she live for anyhow? Surely the demon could smell her and knew where she was, it was only a matter of time until she died.

“Natsu, I found her! Hey, wake up, what are you doing out here? You’re gonna get sick, who falls asleep in the woods anyways? Well sometimes I do when it’s warm so I can’t blame you, but it’s already night time! You had us going around in circles all day, you know? You left a super long trail with your scent!” High-pitched rambling woke the now frigid blonde, her eyes wide as she stared at the blue cat standing in front of her curled form.

“Good job, buddy!” A boy suddenly popped through the shrubbery, crouching to scratch the soft spot behind his ears. “I would’ve picked you up in the villiage if I knew you’d get lost, but they barely gave me any warning, I didn’t know anyone would take the job so soon!”

“J-Job?” Her voice was hoarse and tired, sure whoever this was had her confused with someone else.

“I left that note on your message board, humans can be quite reliable, I see.” He grinned, though noticed the things and rocks that had marred the bottom of her feet, as well as her swollen face from crying. “...are you okay? Geez, I shoulda found you sooner, what happened?”

“Y-You’re the demon?” She gulped and ignored his question for the time being as he quirked a brow and nodded, pointing to the stubby horns buried in his spiky hair.

“Sure am! I’m Natsu and he’s Happy. We were hoping for someone to come help us out around the house, we’re real bad at keeping things clean, Erza’ll kill me if she finds out. You’re the maid, aren’t ya?”

“Everyone...they said you wanted a sacrifice...aren’t you supposed to eat me?”

“Eww! You don’t look very tasty.” Happy spat his tongue out and turned his nose at the thought, Natsu blanching before he burst into laughter.

“Eat you? Who thinks something like that?!” He cackled and rolled over, Happy joining him in a fit of giggles, Lucy twisting her lip as she became frustrated.

“They threw me out of town for you! I didn’t like them anyway but that...! How could they!”

The two supernatural creatures quickly zipped their lips as she began crying, immediately troubled as they had no way to calm her down.

“They threw you out of your home...?” Happy frowned as she nodded. “We never wanted anything like that to happen...Natsu?”

“Alright! Let’s get home, you don’t need to be out in this cold any longer. Why don’t you fly home and heat up some of the soup Mirajane left us?” Lucy awed as the small cat saluted in agreement before white wings appeared from his back and he took off into the sky.

She squeaked a yelp as the demon lifted her into his arms and began a trek through the woods, smiling in reassurance.

“Don’t worry! Your home is our home from now on,”

“Oh, and I can burn down that village if you want.”

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el mariachi | bts mafia!au | 1

word count: 3k

warnings: will be smut eventually, may become graphic in future scenes

pairing: jungkook x reader

a/n: this is my first upload on my new blog so i’m sensitive aubrey

code name JOY, a hitman that does the job dirty, is recruited by a notorious mob, who have both respect for her, and a member that she shot two days ago

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El Mariachi’s.

It lived and breathed as an entrance and exit to a night life of sin. The drinks bad and the people worse, the club radiated a thick vibe of released tension. But what the transgressors of society that inhabited this den didn’t realise is that they weren’t the monsters of the underworld. The bossmen were.

“You know, I happen to be an expert in fucking up faces,” you fired out to the men cuffing your arms with their veiny hands, “it’s sort of my job.”

The men with masks paid no attention, leaving your arms locked up in their own.

The back entrance to El Mariachi’s resembled that of an old Spanish villa’s, which made you chuckle humourlessly at how out of place it looked in a back street of Seoul. Each man on your side stoped dead at the front of it.

“Walk.”

With one of your free arms, you pushed on the heavy door, opening up into a room with wine red walls and mahogany furniture. A large desk, the size of a single bed sat in the middle under dim lit lamps. The edges of the room were impossible to find in the shadows.

“Nice to see you live up to the cliché here,” you smirked at the figure in the dark of the desk.

A seperate figure appeared from the corner of the room, “We keep tradition here. We pride ourselves in it. Let’s quit the small talk though.”

Again, another figured moved out of the shadows, and cocked his gun.  

You weren’t one for being frightened, let alone showing your fear, but the click of the barrel made you gulp. Abruptly, the two men who were on your arms before came back into view and cocked their revolvers in every synchronisation.  

“Some tradition. You’re Koreans owning a Latin themed club, correct me if I’m wrong,” as you retorted in your hard-to-fault cockiness, you glanced around the room undetectably, 5 men counted up. But where were the other two?

“Joy, you made an attempt at killing one of our men, but failed, and you’re happy about this?” The man lent onto his clasped hands on the desk, “Because I don’t know a great deal of hitmen who let the job go- unfinished.”

“What can I say, I’m clearly not very good at my job, nor am I a threat to El Mariachi’s members. So how about we forget my blunder and start over, with me walking out that door-“ you turned towards the door you once entered through but we’re stopped by the two masked men again.

“You’re not serious right? You dishonoured us, and I’m sure we can make some form of arrangement that doesn’t end with your tongue leaving your skull, si?”

You rolled your eyes at his attempt at fear provoking.

“You’re missing a couple men right? Is one on bed rest after what I did to him?”

It was his turn to gulp now, “He’s doing fine. I’m a good enough man to know how to treat the fellas who work for me.”

“Listen,” you shuffled effortlessly towards the desk and sat down in the opposing chair, “Im not here to make enemies with hard working guys such as yourselves. In fact I sort of respect you and you’re skills.”

“Y/n.” You shuddered at the use of your real name, not Joy as you had ironically named yourself, “Who said I want us to be enemies?”

He lent further now, and you finally glanced at his face and took a chance to relish in just how, to put it frankly, fuckable he was. His eyes were heavy lidded and sleepy, yet the pupils were more alive then your heartbeat at this point, and his lips looked far too bowed to be on a man that allowed such profanities to slip by them. His skin looked contradictorily soft and supple, save for the large scar that reached from the arch of his brow to his cheek bone. His lips parted dryly, “So, I was thinking of hiring you.”

“Hiring? Hiring me? Me?” Your eyebrows practically stitched together in confusion.

“We know how you work. We admire your work- hmm- ethic.” You smiled internally at your impressive and non harmful way of making money. What can you say, you loved fucking people around, but not enough to kill.  

“So you’re asking me to become your own personal hitman, except not really since I’m not bona fide?”  

To say you were shocked would be an understatement. You did dirty worse than most hitmen: pay half upfront, mess around with the target enough to freak them out, then never finish the job. You weren’t a killer, you didn’t have it in you, but neither were you a good person. Trouble never really came your way because, how does a criminal get another criminal into trouble?  

Snitching was the worst crime of all in the underworld. But that didn’t stop you from making a lot enemies down below.

“Sort of,” He fishes around his desk draw to look for something, “You have good gun talent, stamina, aim, steady hand. And us hiring you would create a lot of business deals since you’re so feared around here.”

You thought about becoming a part of a team, your entire life had been independent. Solo. Isolated.  

“I will consider joining on one condition.”

The man’s eyes subtly lit up, “Yes, name it,” he kept his voice steady.

“You must introduce me to all members first.”

All men inside the back room led you down a dimly lit corridor, where you could hear the amplified bass on the other side of the wall.  

“Through here. We’ll order a private booth and some drinks in there.”

Each monster, barring the one who had introduced them, still had masks on and hoods up, guns re-pocketed in their holsters as they walked through into the nightclub, El Mariachi’s.

It looked like a generic dance club, low ceilings and elevated dance floors, except at the far end was a stage, and on it was a live band playing and female dancers along the edge. It was distinctly unusual for a dance club, and everyone still moved along. You sort of wished your visit here hadn’t been a business one, just so you’d get an opportunity to go have some fun and wreak havoc.

“Later,” He whispered into your ear as he clasped your forearm and took you along with all the others to a separate curtained booth. The inside was circular and had a small table in the middle, as well as an ashtray and cigarette dispenser. Each wall covered in a mirror from top to the leather booth. You could see yourself in eight different angles. You looked flushed, but hard-faced as always. You could see why a girl as averagely built as yourself mustered up anxiety in even the mightiest of men; you had a nose ring through your right nostril, and a nick taken out of a brow that kept a scar in its place. Your eyes were darkly rimmed with kohl-Black and your lips there usual full and chapped selves.

“Please sit, y/n.”

You scooted along to the back and watched as it filled up enough for the two closest to touch you shoulder to shoulder.

“They can come off now.”

You watched as the rooms collective each reached to detach the elastic from around their ears and lower the masks and hoods.  

“I’m Yoongi by the way,” The man already known to you tells you, “I’m second in command here.”

“You mean you aren’t the boss?” The question resulted in a chuckle from the rest of the members. You were too afraid to look them all in the eye just yet, so made eye contact only with Yoongi.  

“Do you really think a boss is gonna let himself be left so vulnerable?” You looked over to where the voice came from and met eyes with a shit eating grin and crescent shaped eyes, “I go by J-Hope here, I’m a big fan of your gun work.”  

He leans in and places a kiss on your ring decorated knuckle. Your eyes roll upwards, but you smile non the less. His hair is straight and shiney, yet still messy, as if his hands spend a lot of time running through it (or someone else’s do).  

“And I’m Jin, the gang’s prettiest,” one eye is blackened with bruises, and his full lip is busted open and more swollen then they already are with natural plumpness, “And don’t mind J-Hope, he’s a little trigger happy.”

“I gathered that,” You reach to shake his extended hand and notice how muscled his forearm is. A throat clearing broke your contact with Jin as you turned to the next person. Sat to your right was a small but well built member, with a soft smile and soft eyes, completely out of place for his surroundings.  

“I’m Jimin. I drive people places and, well, get shit done.”

You’d done this long enough to know what that meant. A silent nod showed him you understood. He was well stacked enough for you to know that he had definitely got his hands dirty once or twice.  

“Sorry if we hurt you earlier, no hard feelings about the dragging around yeah?”

Rolling your eyes, finally, you turned to your left and were face to face with a man who looked to handsome to have ever needed to make money in such a wrong way. His eyes were intense and his lip had a ring going round into his mouth, his tongue absentmindedly fiddling with it.

“Taehyung. I suppose I’m their trademark robber. I’m pretty handy with a knife too.” Your mind immediately imagined him with a knife clutched in between his teeth, the sight easy to believe.

“Nice to meet you.” You shook his hand like a professional and turned away from one another. But there was one member you hadn’t met. The member you shot yesterday in the parking complex.

“What about um..” you trailed off, not knowing how to bring up the member injured at your hands.

“Jungkook. He’ll be okay. You’ll sort of be taking his place for a week, then consider your debt repaid. After that we’ll pay you for each deed done. Satisfying?”  

“How much per?”

“Two.”

“Hundred?”

“Grand.”

Your mouth made an ‘o’ shake. To the average eye, it seems like a skint amazing for such a high risk line of business, but considering how often deals come up that racks up a few thousand a week. Your mind was already made.

“So,” You sipped your drink innocently, “when do I begin?”

A half hour drive in a stretch Bentley later, you arrive at what is known as HQ. Jimin truthfully told you it’s just where they eat, sleep and train. Never anything illegal happens there. It’s sort of an unspoken rule.

All 5 pairs of eyes were on you in the drive over, watching you, calculating you, figuring you out. Jhope, Jin and Jimin were well mannered and welcoming to you, but Taehyung’s gaze on you was so burning you couldn’t help but stare back. His eyes reflected threat and warning. You squirmed in your seat uncomfortable nude his eye.

The building you arrived in front of was a warehouse style and shape, but a high up window had a dim light glowing from it.  

“So this is home,” Yoongi half heartedly gestured to the structure, “The contract for your membership is in Namjoon’s office, but I doubt you’ll want to go through all of that now. For now, I’ll show you to your room.”

You were taken aback, “I’ll be living here?”

“Yes. We need to be able to have you at hand for jobs whenever. This line of work doesn’t have shifts.”  

You shrugged and nodded it off, but in your mind, you couldn’t be more thrilled.  

Your apartment was a door down from a meth addict, a door up from a teen mother and her badly cared for baby, and directly above was a couple arguing every night.

“If you want,” J-Hope lent across to speak into your ear, “We can swing by your place tomorrow on the way to pick up supplies and grab your belongings.”

You thought about it for a while, “Believe me. There’s nothing there I want to see ever again.”

The line of you led up and into the warehouse, Yoongi flicking the switch. Lights flickered on in strips one by one across the high ceiling. Across the vast space were sectioned off areas of training equipment. A gun guard and target sheets took up a part of the wall, along with a boxing ring and punching bags, weights and gym equipment. At the far back wall there was an open plan kitchen. It was your heaven.

Jin found your taken aback expression amusing, “You like, newbie?”

“Like? This is my fuckin’ dream, dude!”

“Yeah well speaking of dreams, you gotta get rest. Namjoon hates cranky, tired people. Yoongi being his only exception,” Yoongi shrugged over in yours and Jin’s direction, “So I suggest you go to bed. I’ll take you to the empty room.”

You turned to head up the stairs and saw the remaining men already sat at their coffee table, playing a game of poker with scotch glasses.

“Night y/n!” J-Hope yelled towards your retraining body. You simply waved back at the men’s attention.

Jin took you up the dim stairs and you heard muffled voices from behind a closed door, “Don’t mind Jungkook. He has things he’s gotta sort out at the moment.”

You nodded back, Jin stopping at your door.

“Let me know if you want anything. Oh and breakfast is at 7am sharp every day. Training at 8. Don’t be late, Namjoon isn’t afraid of any form of punishment needed.”  

And with that, Jin left.

You couldn’t sleep. Your mind was racing with thoughts of the boy in the next room to you, and how you inflicted a pretty hefty bullet wound onto his thigh, just missing his kneecap. ‘I could see this not going down too well’ you twisted and turned in you sleep as you imagined his reaction when he finds out you nearly crippled him for life.

Your night’s train of thought was disturbed by your need to pee a few hours later. Opening the door softly, you crept down the corridor to the open door that held the loo.  

When you’d finished, you twisted the knob for the door and opened it and instantly walked straight into another body, your scantily clad skin making direct contact with someone else’s naked torso. Your body stumbles onto him as his falls back out of the doorway into the corridor. Your arm hit the handle on your way down, leaving a nasty cut in its place.

“Fucking hell- that’s twice you’ve injured me,” You freeze instantly from your wincing and look down at the boy underneath yours. His face is covered by a messy flop of fringe, his smile slightly crooked and slightly visible, his eyes his eyes holding as much intensity as Taehyung’s that you had looked into earlier.

“I am so sorry about the-“

“Don’t worry about it. You don’t know me. You were only doing your job, it’s pointless having hard feelings in this job.”

You blushed, a thing you hadn’t done in years, at how foolish and careless you could have been. It wasn’t like you to let your guard down and in a few short hours you had allowed yourself to team up and trust strangers.  

His face contorted into a frown as he looked down at the gash you hadn’t noticed yet, “You’re bleeding.”

“It’ll be fine, I’ve had worse,” you glanced at it nonchalantly.

“Let me help.”

You rolled off of him and jumped back up, allowing him to stretch his body up. You watched his muscles contract with each minor movement, admiring how his physique clearly showed his hard work and dedication. He was broad, overwhelmingly broad, and his back muscles were pronounced. As he bent his legs to get up, his thighs tensed and you could see the thews shift.  

His brawny arms reached up to a shelf with a box reading “first aid” on it.  

“You don’t need to do that,” you insisted, suddenly feeling sheepish.

“Namjoon will be pissed if he finds out a new recruit is already injured, much less at the hands of me,” he outstretched his hand to your arm. With delicate surprise, his calloused fingers padded lightly on your own scarred skin.

“I still have yet to meet this Namjoon. What’s he like?”  

“Not as scary as he likes to think. However you can’t outweigh his intelligence. People treat people like him as ‘nerds’, but it’s an underestimated skill,” He takes his time wiping the stray blood, “I’m Jungkook by the way. I’m a bit of a baby in comparison to everyone else.”

“My name’s Jo- Y/n, my name is Y/n.”

“You have impeccable aim and precision, but you didn’t hit me anywhere critical. Why?”

“I don’t kill. Simple.”

“You won’t be saying that for long around here.”

You gulped with dread for what felt like the hundredth time that night. He pulled the lid off a bottle with his teeth, “This is gonna sting a little.”

You chuckled at his concern, “I think I can handle it.”

The liquid stung but nowhere near as bad as any pain you’d already felt.  

“So who did you work for before us?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know.”

“Don’t worry we won’t-“

“It’s a hitman rule. You never tell people who hired you, and they’ll pay half up front.”

“Yes but don’t forget you broke the hitmen rules by never actually killing,” He smirked at you. His smile was contagious enough to pass onto your lips.

“I didn’t work for anyone. I worked for myself. Namjoon isn’t buying me out of anyone, he’s hiring me.”

Jungkook’s face turned into one of surprise, he stopped wrapping bandage around your arm to look at you. His eyes showed signs of confusion and unrecognisable emotion.

“You’re telling me that you, a girl that reaches my nose in height, is a solo gunner?”

You grinned back at him and walked towards the door, “I’ll see you in the morning.”

Sleep came a lot better the second time round.

next

[fanficimagery]

Imagine knowing about the supernatural in Beacon Hills ever since your two little cousins were saved by a teenager with super strength. You thought their tale of a girl with yellow eyes and fangs who was trying to attack them was just a joke, but after a while you start to notice impossible things. Then when rumors around school start to fly around about Liam being a monster, you realize not all monsters do monstrous things. So when you hear Liam is being targeted by a bunch of bullies to get him to shift in front of everyone, you decide to step in.

Liam X Reader

Something weird is going on.

Well to be fair something weird is always going on in Beacon Hills, but this time it’s worse. People are paranoid about something, always looking over their shoulder and fidgeting nervously when in the same room as someone in particular. But that fear and paranoia quickly turns into anger, and you start to realize that certain students at school are being singled out.

But the thing is, you know why everyone's acting shady. You have known for a while now that some people are more than just human, as unbelievable as that sounds, but it's the truth. Your two little cousins had once been attacked by a girl with yellow glowing eyes, fangs and claws, but had been saved by a boy with superhuman strength. Everyone had thought them to be making it up, but as the years slowly passed you realized maybe there was some truth to their words.

Scott was definitely something Other. Malia, too, if her inhumane growling was anything to go by. Lydia Martin underwent a drastic change, according to some of the older students, and Liam- who first showed up to Beacon High as an arrogant little asshole with anger issues- changed into someone far more playful with only a side case of anger issues.

But Scott and Liam and Lydia and Malia were good people who tried their hardest to keep their abilities underwraps, so it was a bit of a surprise that so many people had found out. Even more surprising was the aggression that a few students started to display.

So one day when you hear talk about Gabe and Nolan, along with the rest of the Lacrosse team, hunting down Liam to get him to shift in front of the rest of the student body you set out to stop it. Because while you're comfortable with people being different you're positive not everyone else is, especially with everyone acting so off.

"Did you hear? Gabe rallied the whole Lacrosse team to block off all stairways and exits." The not so whispered gossip makes you freeze as you're putting away your text books, but you quickly gather yourself to make it seem like you're not listening. "Those freaks Liam and Corey aren't going to get away so easily. Nolan plans to expose them."

You slam the door to your locker a little too harshly, making the girls jerk in surprise. You manage to not outright glare at them, but your distaste for them must show because their eyes widen and they swallow nervously.

Then marching down the hall, you're not thinking much on your destination since you wouldn't even know where to begin to look for Liam and friends. But luck must be on your side because you stumble upon a gathered crowd, and pushing yourself to the front you find Nolan and Gabe have Mason surrounded.

Nolan throws a white powder substance behind Mason, and Corey and Liam appear right before your very eyes. Everyone gasps as the two newly appeared teens gulp in fear and Gabe smirks cruelly.

You see him advance on Liam, his hand then clamping down on Liam's shoulder and you have no idea what possesses you to rush forward and knock his hand from the shorter of the two. Nor do you know what the hell you're doing when you stand between the two boys and shove Gabe in the chest with all your might. "What's your problem?" You angrily ask. Though your heart is beating like crazy, your anger grows for what could have happened had you not interfered.

"What's my problem? What's your problem?!" Gabe seethes.

"You are!" You shout. "You and the rest of the goddamn Lacrosse team." Glancing at every member of the team standing around you, you make sure to glare at them and make them uncomfortable as can be. "You guys are supposed to be setting examples for the rest of your peers and what do you do? You hunt down your teammate to rough him up! What the hell did Liam ever do to you?!"

Gabe stares at you in shock, his gaze darting over your head to a clearly dumbfounded Nolan. But not one to let things go so easily, you keep on pressing the matter. "I'll tell you what he did," you seethe, stepping into Gabe's personal space without fear and lowering your voice. "He had the audacity to better than you. To be superior in every way possible and when you find the small change in his DNA, you outcast him and label him a monster."

"He is a monster! They all are!"

"No, you are! You're the one gathering a mob to go after a fellow student. But tell me something, Gabe. Nolan," you tack on, glancing at the other guilty boy over your shoulder. "Why is it just Liam you're singling out? I heard about what you did to Corey." You direct this statement at Nolan and his wide, crazed eyes darts everywhere but at you. "So if I flash my eyes or grow fangs and claws, you gonna hunt me down too?"

Nolan shifts nervously, his gaze straying to Gabe who you then give your full attention to once more and the tall dark haired boy is looking at you with so much hostility now that you nearly flinch. But you don't. You hold your ground. "'Cause let me tell you right now, you pathetic little boy, that the day you lay a hand on me or any one of my friends is the last day you have a hand."

There are shocked intakes of breath all around you, but you keep your head tilted up so your gaze is locked on with Gabe's. And then from one moment to the next, Gabe's hostility turns into dark amusement. Your eyes widen subtly as you see him pull his arm back, but then again you were hoping for this to use to your advantage. So readying yourself for the strike to come, you take the backhanded swing with as much dignity as you can. But the force behind the hit is worse than you imagined and you find yourself falling to the side.

There's an immediate sting to your lip and the taste of copper in your mouth, and you put your back to the wall while looking up. Gabe's smirking, and Mason and Corey are holding back a livid Liam.

Offering Gabe a brief smirk of your own for his own stupidity and arrogance, you will the tears in your eyes to fall even though it's not really that hard since the hit really did hurt. Then giving the most heart-wrenching scream, you start sobbing uncontrollably and will yourself to block out the shocked explanations at your sudden behavior. Although, there are some murmurs going around that are now angry at Gabe for striking a girl.

"Shutup!" Gabe hisses, but you only cry louder and scream again in false terror when Gabe takes a step towards your crumpled form.

"It's okay. It's okay," Nolan says, trying to reassure his partner in crime. "She'll heal before she attracts any attention. Corey did it within a couple of seconds when I stabbed his hand. Remember?"

But you weren't healing. You wouldn't. 'Cause you're 100% human even though you just made Gabe and Nolan think otherwise.

"WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON HERE?!" Coach Finstock comes upon the scene, eyes round and face red in anger.

Curled up in your position on the floor, you shakily point at Gabe and make sure to flash your bloodied lip at Coach. "H-He hit me! For n-no reason," you say rather pathetically, sniffling. "They're j-just a b-bunch of bullies. Been a-at it a-all day. H-Hunting us down."

Coach's eyes widen even further as he takes in your explanation and appearance, both Gabe and Nolan's mouth dropping open. Blood drips down your chin and Coach whirls on the two boys who are trying to stammer out their own explanation. "TO THE PRINCIPAL'S OFFICE! BOTH OF YOU!" He grabs them by the backs of their neck, shoving them in the direction they need to go. "AND THE REST OF YOU, YOU SAD EXCUSES FOR HUMAN BEINGS, GET OUT OF HERE! I DON'T WANT TO SEE YOUR FACES UNLESS YOU WANT TO BE NEXT TO GO TO THE PRINCIPAL'S OFFICE FOR BEING ACCOMPLICES TO AN ASSAULT!"

That seem to makes everyone move, the teenagers all scrambling to get away. Only Mason, Corey and Liam linger, the three of them warily watching Coach as he squats by your side. "You okay?" He asks, voice a lot gentler.

"Y-Yeah."

He looks at your lip, then your cheek and frowns. "That's gonna bruise." Standing tall once more, he looks to the three remaining teens and steps back when Mason and Liam rush to help you up. "One of you get her to the nurse's office. Get some ice for that cheek."

"Sure thing, Coach!" Corey says. "We'll get her there."

Coach warily eyes Corey and Liam, but leaves with a nod and as soon as he's out of sight you heave a sigh and grin. "Well that should get Nolan and Gabe off your back for a while." All three boys gape, eyes widening with shock as you lick the blood from your lip and walk over to the nearest trash can to spit. "Although I think I could have come up with a better plan than letting Gabe punch me."

"W-What?" Liam asks.

"What?" You feign innocence. Walking over to the water fountain, you wash out your mouth before letting the stream soothe the cut. Straightening up, you meet three curious gazes head on. "I know that you're different. I've known for a while," you explain, "but I realized you guys were trying your hardest to keep it a secret so I didn't say anything. And now something weird is going on and people are afraid, and I wasn't going to stand by and let people like Gabe or Nolan get away with what they're doing."

"You know?" Liam asks, gulping and nervously shifting from foot to foot.

And smiling softly, you nod. "I know."

"How?" Mason wonders. "And why wouldn't you say anything? Most people would."

"I have two younger cousins and a few years ago they were attacked. There's, uh, there's a little clubhouse that my Uncle built for his kids in the woods just behind his house and one night when they were playing.. they said they were attacked by a girl with yellow glowing eyes. They said she had sharp teeth and claws, but that a boy with impossible strength saved them and made sure they got home safe.

"We, of course, thought it was their imaginations running wild, but then they told me who it was that saved them when we saw him at the Vet's office. Scott McCall." You chuckle and shrug as if it were no big deal. "They kind of hero worshipped him for a while and well," you trail off and after a slight pause you say, "you guys aren't exactly subtle. I pieced together some things and realized you guys were trying to protect us rather than harm us. I saw no need to go screaming around town about your secrets."

"Well thanks for that," Mason says. "Really. For keeping their secrets and for stepping in just now. It could have gotten really bad."

"I figured. Out of everyone, Gabe and Nolan are the most aggressive. And they were instigating fights quite a lot."

"Can I, um, can I escort you to the nurse's office? I have a free period right now."

"We all do," Corey blurts. "Liam can take you and Mason can come with me to tell your teacher where you're at so you're not marked absent."

"That's fine. I have English now, so.."

"So we'll get right on that," Mason says, already walking backwards and tugging Corey along with him.

There's some sort of silent conversation going on between Mason and Liam, and you laugh when Corey not-so-subtley gives Liam a thumb's up. Liam groans and as soon as they turn the corner, you laugh. And then wince because you pulled the cut on your lip.

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah." You gingerly touch your cheek next, only to wince again. "Fuck that hurts."

Liam steps up to you so you're face to face and smiles shyly. "Do you mind if I.."

He holds his palm close to your uninjured cheek and when you don't protest, he gently lays his palm so you're skin to skin. A moment passes and then you feel the stinging pain from both your lip and cheek dissipate.

Eyes widening in surprise, you jerk back and look at his hand only to see black veins disappearing along the inside of his wrist and forearm. "What did you do?"

"Perks of being a werewolf," he murmurs softly. "We can siphon someone's pain away."

"Cool."

The two of you stare at each other, grinning goofily. You're both distracted that you don't hear anyone approaching until..

"DUNBAR!" Coach yells. "I told you to get her to the nurse, not gaze longingly at each other!"

You snort as Liam blushes, he reaching for your hand on instinct and fast-walking away from Finstock. And if he doesn't release your hand until the nurse demands he stay out front while she checks you out in the back, neither of you mention it.

[sammie-skele-turtle-blog]

This is a story about a run down, insecure Tony, and a helping, at first bad, but very soon awesome bro Steve. Set in an AU where winter soldier and civil war doesn't or hasn't happened yet.

Tonys had a rough day. First his morning meeting turns into a " Let's bash Tony session ". Next, he had a old, grudgful reporter give a false report on him supposedly being seen walking around drunk, yelling profanities and all the most horribly inappropriate comments at everyone. Men, women, and children alike. ( How cliche is that? ) Of course people believed her.. And it just terrifies him to think what the avengers will say and do. He had a LITERAL angry mob after him. ( Which he luckily escaped. Even more cliche ) The one good hotdog vender wouldn't sell to him ( which is worse considering he hasn't eaten in four days ) . Then, THEN, People had the nerve, the gull to call him the worst possible words under the sun. ( Revenge for what they thought he did. )

The sad thing is? He believes them. He believes every word and believes he deserves it.

So now he's trudging back to his tower, people mumbling and snickering. Tony's posture was slumped, but he still wore his usual obnoxious glasses. Just so no one questioned anything.

Someone sticks their foot out in front of him, and being lost in thought, ( thinking of all the upgrades and projects for SI, S.H.I.E.L.D, and the avengers instead of food and sleep ), he trips. He can't catch himself. He falls down ungracefully, a 'oof' escaping him. People laugh. " Pfft, wow, can't even catch himself when falling? Some hero. Why do they keep him around anyway? He's just a glorified engineer! " Someone says, causing more snickers and scoffs to erupt.

Tony had to bite his lip to hold in his sigh of resignation. It was true. Thats all he was. And honestly, he was just waiting for them to realize that, to leave him.

Tony stands up without a word, and keeps walking. His shoulders are a bit higher up in a slump than before. He could usually keep up his mask a bit more easily, but he hasn't slept in 78 hours, his stomach ached from being so empty, people have been hating him MORE than usual, which he honestly thought was impossible.

Tony soon arrives at the tower. He sighs to himself. ' Suck it up! People go threw worse everyday! Your fine. Just get to the lab. You'll be fine.. ' Tony thinks. He goes threw the door, and to the elevator. " Hello Sir. " Jarvis instantly greets. Tony smiles slightly. " Hey J. Take me to the lab.. K? " Tony says. There's silience, almost as if he's hesitating, before Jarvis says " I must advise against that Sir.. You haven't eaten in approximately 80 hours, and haven't slept in 78. I advise you get some food, then head to bed.. "

Tony chuckles. Funny. An AI cares for him more then actual people.. " J. I can't sleep yet. I still have work to do.. I can't slack now. Besides, if I don't finish up, I'll NEVER get out of this consulting job.. " Yes. Tony was never told he was a full Avenger now, and knowing S.H.I.E.D, if they dont say your something, your not that something. So he believed he was still a consultant. " But I'll go grab an apple. Just for you. " Tony says.

" Very good Sir " Jarvis says, though there's still a underline of concern. " Alright, up to the common floor. " Tony says. The elevator moves, and withen a moment, the elevator comes to a gentle stop. " Thanks J. " Tony says. " Of course Sir " Jarvis says, as the elevator doors open. He steps out, the door instantly closing behind him.

His lifted ( hah, get it? Lifted? Elevator? Hahaha- ok I'll shut up ) mood caused by Jarvis instantly drops to dread, anxiety, maybe even fear, as he sees Steve. To make matters worse, he was watching the news.. And the ding from the elevator alerted him that he was there. Steve turns to him. He gulps slightly, shuffling on his feet.

" Sta.. Tony.. " Steve says. He avoids sounding harsh, after seeing the usually ( seemingly ) confident man practically radiating nervousness. " I need an explanation.. " Tony gulps again. " Is it true..? Did you REALLY act so stupidly and irresponsibility that you'd get drunk, go out, and yell inappropriate profanities at everyone? I mean I know you got drunk in your suit before but.. God, Tony, This is ridiculous! " Steve says ' He believes it.. Of course he would! Its your fault anyway, you've always made horrible decisions, there just finally catching up to you. ' Tony thinks. Tony doesn't know what to say. Would Steve believe him if he said no? Steve sighs. " I'll take that as a yes.. Geez, what were you thinking? I thought you were over that kind of stuff. I guess I was wrong. " Steve says, his dissapointment coming off him in waves.

Tony HATES when one of them were disappointed with him, it was horrible. Now usually Bruce would jump to his defense, but he was with Betty. Thor was in Asgard, and Clint and Natasha were on a mission assigned by S.H.I.E.L.D, so they were completly out of question.

Tony whimpers quietly. A small tremor travels threw him. God he was just so exhausted! He couldn't take it much longer..

Sadly Steve hadn't noticed yet. " When are you going to grow up and stop acting like a spoiled brat? We don't need this at the moment, Tony. I mean, honestly, it's a suprise you haven't been reprimanded yet! I didn't want to believe them when they said we only needed the suit, but I'm starting to- "

A sob interrupts him, shocking the Shield weilding hero. Instead of being met with a sarcastic comment, he sees Tony trembling. The tremors are so obvious now, tears escaping and cascading their way down his cheeks. " I.. I didn't do that! I swear, I'd never do that again. I haven't drank since I messed up at my birthday party! I'd, I wouldn't.. " A sob stops him from finishing.

Steve takes a moment to examine him. He notices, with a jolt of shock, just how tired, vulnerable he looks now. The bags under his eyes seem to almost darken. His shoulders were slumped, shaking from his cries. He's noticeably quite frail looking as well. ' When was the last time he slept? Or ate for that matter? ' Steve thinks.

Tony gathers himself enough to continue " I-I haven't even gone out much! I've only been going to my- " Tony takes a staggering breath. His heart was racing. " Missions, my meetings, interviews about what happened on our missions. I've been in the lab, upgrading our weapons and my armor, doing projects for the company, S.H.I.E.L.D, and the Avengers, I wouldn't even have time for that. God, Steve, Please.. I didn't do that! I wouldn't mess up now, when it actually seems like I could quit being just a consultant and be a real avenger.." It was finally out. It slipped out.

Now Steve's confused " But.. You ARE an Avenger Tony. " Steve says. Tony shakes his head rapidly. " No, no just a consultant, M'not a Avenger.. " Tony says, as another cry interrupts him. Shock runs threw Steve once more. ' What? But.. God. He must be so stressed. No wonder he's isolated himself lately. He thinks he has to prove himself or something. He's more of a team player than I thought.. God he looks so worn down.. ' Steve thinks. Tony continues, obviously taking Steve's silence in a bad way

" I swear, I'll fix this, I'll work extra hard, I'll act better, but I swear I didn't do that! This, this reporter had a grudge from when I ruined her report when I-I accidentally flew into the camera after getting, after getting thrown at her by that weird robot last month.. " Tony says. He's so desperate to fix this.

" Please just, just don't be dissapointed, I know its my fault she's mad but Im gonna fix it, I- "

" Stop " Steve finally says, having his gut feel like it was punched enough today. Tony shuts his mouth, a small ' Click ' coming from his teeth. He noticably panics slightly. The look of fear, panic and shame that was in his eyes reflected perfectly on his face. Steve felt horrible, the fear shining in his eyes was his most noticeable emotion, and god Steve couldn't take looking at his kicked puppy dog eyes anymore! Tony started to try and splutter out another apology, another explanation to correct his wrong, wiping furiously at his tears as his breath speeds up slightly, before Steve interrupts him.

" Tony, I shouldn't have suspected that you'd do that. You've obviously cleaned yourself up, and I shouldn't have jumped to conclusions when you didn't answer. Your obviously drowning in responsibility, some that shouldn't be on your shoulders. I shouldn't have brought up the suit, you deserve that, you built it in a CAVE, and we need you. Your the only one who can fly that suit, monuver and control and fight like you do, and most importantly your our friend. God, how have I not noticed how worn down you are? " Steve asks

" I-its not your job to notice.. " Tony mumbles, obviously trying to reassure Steve. Usually something like that would have warmed Steve's heart, but all it did was bring more guilt, and it just made Tony look more pitiful because he was plain as day still ashamed and panicked and afraid but instead of focusing on himself, he was focusing on Steve. ' I can't believe I ever thought he was selfish.. Even with his masks maybe if I'd payed attention instead of just thinking I knew him from first impressions.. '

Tony seemed to notice Steve's momentary mental termoil, and the panic and shame heighten slightly. " Steve, I'm sorry, really, but I-you shouldn't- " No, I should! I'm your leader, your friend, even if I haven't been the best one to you lately. I should be watching over how you are and how your doing. I always have with the others, but I was biased and just assumed the great Tony Stark wouldn't

need my help. That you'd blow off my concern with the most disrespectful comments I've ever heard come out of a man. "

Tony flinches slightly at that, and looks down. " I'm, I'm sor- " Steve interrupts him before he can apologize. " But I was wrong. I should have watched you more closely. Your a citizen Tony. A genius with a arc reactor and a battle ready armor with billions of dollars but a citizen none the less. You weren't trained for this, and I should have known. I should have seen something was wrong.. God Tony I'm so sorry. " Steve says.

Tony goes to tell him its fine, that he shouldn't worry about it because its normal. Because he's used to it so why worry? And besides he's pretty sure Steve wasn't exactly trained for this stuff either. Although, Steve does something then that totally surprises and catches him off gaurd. Steve hugs him. Its.. Nice. Warm and full of worry and unspoken apologies. So of course Tony hugs him back. He knows he doesn't deserve it and that he should back off but he can't. " We'll fix this. I promise. You don't have to keep working, I'll help you out.. And I'll make sure everyone knows the truth. " Tony tightens his grip in the hug.. ' Was he really willing.. '

" Now.. How long has it been since you've ate and slept? " Steve asks, remembering very well how frail and run down Tony looks at the moment.

Before Tony can lie himself out, because even with their previous touching moment he's sure Steve will become aggravated or SOMETHING, but of course, cutting him off, Jarvis says " Sir hasn't eaten in approximately 80 hours, and hasn't slept in 78. I suggest sitting him down, making some food, and making sure sir relaxes. " " Traitor.. " Tony mumbles. He glances up at Steve sheepishly, and can't help the relief washing over him as Steve snickers, instead of rolling his eyes, or worse, pushing him away in exasperation, as others have done.

Steve leads Tony to the couch, an arm still hung around Tony's shoulders. " Put on a movie. I'll make some food. What would you like? " " Grilled cheese " Tony instantly responds. " Aren't you- " " Your NEVER to old for grilled cheese!.. And put some tomatoes in it please..? " Tony says, his sheepish feeling swirling in his tone. Steve chuckles at his small outburst.

" Sure Tony.. " Steve says. He walks to the kitchen, and prepares his and Tony's food. When he walks back, Tony is watching a movie. He turned on Wall-e. Luckily Steve already knew this movie. " Disney? " Steve says. " Once again. Never to old " Tony says, as he grabs his sandwich with a nod and smile of gratitude.

After ten minutes, Tony says " Hey Steve.. Don't tell Fury I was slacking off.. OK? " Tony mumbles. Steve freezes. " Slacking..? " He looks over at Tony, and sees the way the man tenses up. " Well, I, uh, kinda had some projects I needed to get done for S.H.I.E.L.D. There's new blue prints for the engine and propellers, they've been really loud lately, and they've been stuttery, then they need new training bots, and the criminals almost got out of the cells to I need to figure out a way to reenforce those and make sure theres no time lapse when they close the cell door, and- " " When are they due? " Steve asks. " What..? " Tony asks, oh so very intelligently. " When are they due? The projects? " Tony noticably gulps slightly, and lowers his head. " Tomorrow.. " Tony mumbles, so quietly that Steve only heard thanks to his enhanced hearing. A small tinge of Tony's earlier feelings return. Before Tony can go into another panicked explanation, Steve says " Were there other projects? And not just for S.H.E.I.L.D. " Steve asks. Tony pauses to think. " Um.. Well.. 10.. This week.. The uh, ones I was just mentioning would have added to the list.. " Steve let's out a small huff. " Sure Tony, I won't tell. " Tony lets out a sigh of relief. " Thanks. " Yep, him and Fury were gonna have WORDS.

Thirty minutes later Tony was passed out. Steve picks up the plates, and sets them in the sink. He'd clean them later. " Hey Jarvis, turn off the movie OK? And get the elevator ready.. I'm bringing Tony up to his room. " " Thank you, Sir " Jarvis says. Steve honestly still questioned how he got so used to Jarvis. And how a computer program could sound so concerned..

Steve walks back into the living room, and lifts Tony up bridal style, since he figured that would be the most comfortable position. Tony mumbles something about AI's and a grumpy toaster who doesn't like frozen waffles, causing another chuckle to erupt in Steve. He walks over to the opened elevator doors, and goes threw them. Once in, Steve feels the elevator go up. When the doors open, Steve walks into Tony's room, and sets him on his bed, pulling the blanket over him, right after taking off his shoes. Tony rolls onto his side. " Than's Stebe.. " Tony mumbles groggily. Steve smiles. " Ya.. Your welcome Tony. " Steve says, ruffling his hair, and he leaves his room.

Steve feels his chest warm slightly when he turns his head to see Tony sleeping soundly. He was happy, he finally understood what was going on. He saw a side of Tony that few get to see. This would definitely help the team dinamic, and his friendship with Tony. Yeah, so now, he's definitely planning out how he'll fix all the recent wrongs done on Tony.

And ya know, if suddenly Tony had less work on his agenda, and less hate mail and passages in articles centering on the smallest things he did, if suddenly the reporter admitted she lied and was soon fired, if Steve and Tony suddenly were closer friends, if suddenly Fury laid off him a bit.. And if suddenly the guy who had tripped and said those horrible things to him suddenly came up to him with a nervous apology as Steve stood behind him with a comforting hand on his shoulder and a blazing glare set on the guy..

Well, none of them mentioned it.

OK so, first off, I'm not saying this would happen. I'm not saying Tony would react like this. I know strong people break down in stressed situations, so I went off that. This is purely self indulgent, so please don't be rude and make hateful comments. I'm sorry for any errors. I hope you enjoyed :)

Also, please do not repost and say you wrote this story, please say I wrote this story. Do not tag this as a shipment between the two. This is meant to show them as FRIENDS. Thanks you.

HEY GUYS I EDITED AND MADE IT LONGER AND ALITTLE BETTER ITS STILL CRAP BUT ITS BETTER XD