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sebastianstansqueen · 4 months

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Lost In The Shadows: Part Ten

A/N: I'm gonna try and be more frequent, start giving me Ideas for what type of series you want to see next, i’m curious and finished writing this one so lets see if I can start getting parts out more frequently, If you want to be Tagged, either send an ask or comment on this or click on Taglist open.

Wordcount: 1,390

Warnings: angst, and hospital stuff, if I forgot anything let me know please!

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Natasha took a taxi to the hospital as soon as her shift at inferno ended, she found out by a call from Andy, who she found in the waiting room on the floor Y/n was on. “What the hell happened?” She asked with concern as she stormed up to him.

It almost irritated Natasha how put together he was, in this worrying moment. “It was a bomb. That’s all we know so far.”

“And where is James?” All she had was questions, and Natasha didn’t want to consider how hurt Y/n was at the moment.

“He was in the car with her.” Andy looked down, concerned for both of them, with what Y/n had been going on about since coming back from Malibu he’d begun liking Bucky for her, seeing how happy he made her now.

“Are they okay?” Natasha asked with a weak strangled voice.

“I don’t know.” Andy sighed.

When Y/n’s eyes opened she could barely keep them that way because of the bright fluorescents, she groaned out of discomfort due to everything hurting. “Thank God!” Natasha hugged her aching body.

“Get off of me.” Y/n says. “Please.”

“I’m sorry if I thought you were dead.” Natasha rolled her eyes with a smirk.

Y/n sighed, shaking her head, then her eyes widened. “Where’s Bucky?”

“He’s in the room next door.” She explained shortly.

Y/n felt relieved that he was at least at the hospital as well. “Is he okay?” She leaned up causing her to groan slightly.

“Are you okay?” Y/n gave Natasha a look after she asked, clearly more interested in if her husband was alright. “He’s fine. Now what about you?”

“I’m fine, clearly, I’m awake at least. Is he awake?” She asked with wide eyes looking at the red head.

Natasha frowned at Y/n’s lack of concern for herself, and that this was the answer was possibly gonna upset Y/n. “Not yet, but he is stable, from his surgery considering what happened.”

Y/n’s concern now shot through the roof. “What happened? I need to see him now, if something is wrong.” She began to try and force herself up out of the bed, trying to take the heart monitor thing off, and getting ready to try and do the same thing with the IV.

“Y/n, that's not a great idea.” Natasha pushed her lightly so she laid against the pillow again, Y/n arched a brow at that. “You’ve been in bed for a week, unmoving, your legs are probably going to be weak, don’t rush anything.”

Y/n looked at Natasha with annoyance. “Nat, I’m fine, I want to see him, what’s wrong, what happened?” Nat stays silent, as Y/n in her head slowly pieces together what is going on. “Why don’t you want me to see him?” She squints.

“I want you to heal, I never said I didn’t want you to see him.” Natasha could see Y/n’s anger growing, and even though Natasha could be considered one of her closest friends she, like everyone else in New York, didn’t want to be the one on the receiving end of it.

Y/n nodded. “Sure. I’m asking this one more time Nat, as a fair warning, why don’t you want me to go see my husband?”

Natasha only had one answer for this. “Because it might give you a stress ulcer if you do. Or you’ll work yourself till you do, because that's what you do for comfort.” Natasha rushed all of this out, along with the bit of rambling. Y/n began getting up again, she wasn’t going to take ‘no’ for an answer. She stood and began, well barely walking, she was mad that one of Natasha’s excuses were real, her legs were feeling numb. “Do you want me to get you a wheelchair?”

“I’m gonna walk in that room, no one will be taking me in there.” Y/n said with her normal defiance, making Natasha roll her eyes. “So will you help me walk to the door?” She whined. Natasha smiled, moving to help her walk to Bucky’s room door.

Y/n was still being supported while walking by Natasha as they walked into the room. Steve along with Bucky’s family sat in the room, Y/n quickly acted as if she hadn’t been using her friend as a crutch a moment ago. “What happened? Is he okay?” She asked them since Natasha seemed to be answer less.

“Y/n, calm down, he’s stable.” Steve said, as he came up to her.

“I already know that, I know he’s stable and fine, but what else happened that everyone seems to be trying to cover up for me, I just want to make sure he is okay!” Y/n snapped at everyone in that moment, she didn’t want to hear what she already knew.

“Y/n.” Her eyes shift to Winifred, Y/n’s look softening slightly. “I want to talk to Y/n alone.” She tells everyone else, soon they all shuffle out of the room.

“What’s wrong?” Y/n asked softly, moving slowly towards a chair in hopes that her legs wouldn’t give out in the few steps.

“I understand you don’t want to have this sugar coated, but it’s gonna be a lot to take in.” Winnifred gently warned, all of this was freaking her out even more, from where she currently sat, Bucky looked fine, other than his usual stubble growing out a bit more, he still looked the same. “Do you remember what happened?” Y/n shook her head, all she remembered was the argument. “Someone put a bomb in the trunk of the car, it went off, and it destroyed the car. Luckily you and James were alright, but a part of the scrap metal sliced mostly through his arm, so doctors had to make a choice.”

Y/n sat there only thinking of what Bucky was gonna do when he woke up, the car he’d put so much work into was now scrap metal, and said the car also was the reason his arm was amputated. “Is there anything else?”

Winnifred shook her head. “We’ll find out when he wakes up.”

Y/n had been released from the hospital two days after waking up, all she wanted to do was stay there with Bucky. Andy had been taking care of business while she’s been gone, and continued to do so, for the past two weeks, while she waited with concern, everyone who knew her personally saw this very uncharacteristic thing for her to be doing. The door to Bucky’s room opened behind where she was sitting, she turned around to see who was coming in, and it was Andy. “Hmm?” She hummed as if to ask why he was there.

“We, Natasha, George and a few others, think it’s best if for a little bit you and James go…somewhere, after he wakes up, I was waiting for him to wake up to tell you, but I think it’s best if you head to the airport after he is released.” He explained all of this to Y/n.

“Why should we leave? There isn’t a reason to.” She shook her head at him.

Andy sighed. “Because, you know, whoever put that bomb in the car wasn’t trying to kill James, and you know that, they were actually after you, that would make this the first attack on the head of a family in almost what fourty years. If someone is after you, you need to get out of the states for a bit, you know I’ll call you when I think things are better.”

“I didn’t agree to it.” Y/n stopped him.

“Y/n, you have to see where we are coming from, we what you two safe for a bit, I know you can handle a shoot out and other things but this isn’t like what you have seen already, let me handle it from here, I’ll keep you updated, I’ll send you anything you’ll need to know and if it affects the business, for now do what I’m telling you.” Andy made sure to show her that he was serious himself.

“We’ll talk more about this another time.” She told him, Andy nodded before he left the room.

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holylulusworld · 2 years

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Human Purse (1)

Title: Human Purse

Pairing: Mobster!Loki Laufeyson x fem!Reader

Rating: Mature

Word Count: 1034

Warnings: language, kissing

Summary: You meet a stranger, and he won’t let you go...

Created for @puretombingo / Square Filled: Free Space – Loki Laufeyson

Created for @anyfandomgoesbingo / Square Filled: “I don’t dance! I’m from that town in Footloose.”

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“I want the red one, daddy,” you watch a woman stomp her heeled foot to the ground. She tugs at her boyfriend’s jacket whining as he simply rolls his eyes.

The man seems to be used to her behavior and you chuckle as he gets his phone out to scroll through his messages while pretending to listen to what the girl has to say.

“I will look so much better in red silk at your brother’s party. He’ll be jealous of you once again,” she coos to convince the man to buy her yet another dress she’ll only wear once. “Don’t you think?”

“Hmm…yeah,” the man turns away from the girl to walk around the boutique, aimlessly roaming the store to get a moment of silence.

You turn away from the man to not look like a creep. “Miss, can I have this in black?” you finally turn your attention back toward the pants you wanted to buy for your next business meeting.

“Just a minute,” the salesperson gives you a soft smile. She was watching the girl and her boyfriend too and looks a little flustered as you give her a wink. “I’ll look in the back.”

You walk around the store while waiting for the girl to return with your pants.

Unbeknownst to you, someone watches you look at clothes you would never buy with amusement.

“No way I would wear this,” you look at a dress that will barely cover your ass, huffing as it costs more than your whole outfit and some.

“It would look fabulous on you, my dear,” someone purrs in your ear, hot breath fanning over your neck. The man steps closer to stand next to you. “Blue is your color.”

“Nah, I don’t think so,” he dips his head to look at you. “And I don’t listen to strangers, Sir.”

“Loki,” he holds out his hand, waiting for you to return the gesture. “Laufeyson. But you can call me Loki..”

“Oh, I thought you prefer daddy,” something flashes in his eyes as you grin up at him. It’s not that he’s not a very handsome man, but he’s here with some other girl, and you won’t flirt with a taken man. “I think you should go back to your girlfriend.”

“Girlfriend?” he wrinkles his nose. “She’s not my girlfriend. Only someone I call to…”

“Get laid,” this time his features darken as you boldly put your hands on your hips. “That’s what she is, right? Someone you can show around. An arm candy keeping her mouth shut and her…” you clear your throat, not wanting to piss a stranger off. “I should go back to shopping now.”

“No-no,” he grabs your left upper arm a little too rough. “I want to hear what you wanted to say, darling.”

“You know…quid pro quo. You pay for her things and she pays you back in a better way,” Loki chuckles as you nervously chew on your lower lip. “I didn’t want to offend you. It’s just that you don’t look like you are deeply in love with the girl.”

“She is nice to look at,” he drops his hand from your arm but steps a little closer to look down at you. “Not so nice to listen to. She can talk about nonsense for hours and, she’s not a very patient person.”

“Why don’t you stop playing her human purse then?” you gasp. “Fuck I didn’t mean to say this out loud. Uh-sorry. I should go now.”

“Human purse,” Loki snickers as you wish you could just disappear. His hand is back at your arm, gripping your flesh a little softer now. “I don’t think anyone I know would’ve had the guts to call me that. You’re a bold little thing, huh?”

“Sometimes my tongue just slips…” you nervously laugh as he grips your other arm too. “I didn’t want to call you like that. I swear. It just swam around my brain and then…”

“Your tongue slipped,” he lowers himself to whisper in your ear. “I bet we could put that tongue to better use.”

“What? I-“ your breath gets stuck in your throat when you feel his lips on yours. He slips his tongue inside your mouth, swiping it over your tongue. You moan into his mouth, feeling a little lightheaded as he won’t let you breathe.

“I knew you would taste like that,” Loki smirks as you are still a panting mess when he finally parts his lips from yours. “I want you to choose a dress, one you like.”

“I-what? I don’t understand,” you swallow thickly as he unbuttons his suit jacket to get his wallet out.

“I want you to take this and buy a dress you want to wear at my brother’s party. Choose matching underwear, shoes, and accessories. I’ll be right back,” you stare up at him as he just placed a black credit card in your hand. “Don’t let me wait, pet…”

“Pet? What’s going on here? You can’t just kiss me,” you look at him, bewildered as he cups your face to roughly claim your lips again. You whimper and whine as he won’t let up once again.

“I made my claim on you known. You will accompany me to my brother’s party and we will dance, drink and see how the night plays out,” Loki pecks your lips.

“I don’t dance! I’m from that town in Footloose.”

“You’re such a bad liar,” he purrs against your lips. “I’m going to have so much fun making you mine.”

“You don’t even know my name! Why would you do such a thing?”

“Well, you said I shall stop being her human purse. You were right. It’s time to find someone to share my life with. I think you are the one.” He finally drops his hands from your face. He hums before walking toward the girl from earlier to tell her to go home.

“WHAT? I-“ you’re too shocked to tell Loki to fuck off. He just gave you his credit card and doesn’t even know your name.

“And I know your name, sweetness,” he looks over his shoulder, smirking darkly. “You’re Y/N Y/L/N. Now, go and buy something nice…”

>> Part 2

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lokidokieokie · 1 year

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Betrayal in the Shadows

Summary: An undercover cop, Bucky Barnes, and a mob boss, Y/n, struggle with their intense connection as their worlds collide and ultimately shatter in the face of betrayal.

Pairing: Cop!Bucky Barnes x Fem!Mobster!Reader

Warning(s): betrayal, angst, no happy ending, sad!bucky, sad!reader

Bucky Barnes had been working as an undercover cop for the past six months, infiltrating the inner circle of one of the most notorious mob bosses in the city. He had seen and done things that made his stomach churn, but he couldn't deny that he was drawn to the woman in charge. She was fierce, intelligent, and incredibly beautiful. They had an intense connection that kept pulling them together, despite the danger that lurked around every corner.

Y/n, the mob boss, had never felt such a strong attraction to anyone before. Bucky Barnes was a mystery to her, and she couldn't help but feel drawn to him. She trusted him with her life, and he had proven his loyalty time and time again. They spent long nights together, planning their next move, and their conversations often turned personal. They talked about their pasts, their dreams, and their fears. They knew each other better than anyone else, and yet there was always something unsaid between them.

One night, after a successful heist, they found themselves alone in the back of a dimly lit bar. The air was thick with tension, and they both knew what was about to happen.

"You know we shouldn't be doing this," Bucky said, his voice low and husky.

"I know," Y/n replied, her eyes locked on his.

"But I can't help myself," he admitted, moving closer to her.

"Neither can I," she whispered, before their lips met in a heated kiss. It was like nothing they had ever experienced before, and they both knew that it was just the beginning.

But their moment of bliss was short-lived. Suddenly, the door burst open, and a group of police officers stormed in, pointing their guns at them.

"Hands up where we can see them! You're all under arrest!" one of them yelled.

Bucky felt his heart drop as he realised that it was his squad. He had been so focused on you that he had forgotten that he was a cop, not a criminal. He was here to do a mission, not fall in love.

Y/n's expression changed from shock to heartbreak in a matter of seconds. She knew what this meant. She was going to prison, and her empire would crumble. She looked at Bucky with tears in her eyes, and he could see the pain and betrayal in her gaze.

"Bucky, how could you?" she asked, her voice trembling.

"I'm sorry," he said, his own voice filled with regret. "I didn't want it to end this way."

"You betrayed me," she spat, pulling away from him. "I trusted you with everything, and now you've destroyed me."

"I know, and I'm sorry," he said, taking a step closer to her.

"Save it," she said, turning away from him. "You've done enough damage already."

As she was dragged away and placed in the back of a police car, Bucky watched her disappear into the night, feeling like he had lost a part of himself. He knew that what they had was special, and he had been foolish to think that they could keep it a secret forever. He had betrayed her trust, and he would have to live with that for the rest of his life.

Y/n, on the other hand, was consumed by a feeling of emptiness. She had built her entire life around her criminal empire, and now it was all gone. She had never thought that she would fall in love, especially not with a cop. She had trusted Bucky with everything, and now he had turned against her.

Their connection was shattered, and there was no going back. What could have been the best thing in their world was destroyed before it could even begin. There was no happy ending for them, only a bitter end.

A/N So, I've decided that I will now be writing for Bucky too :)

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fullmarvelheart · 2 years

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Crossing Lines (8/?)

Pairing: mob!Bucky x fbi!mob!Reader

Word Count: 4,113

Recommended: 18+ readers

Summary: A sudden and unsettling event rocks the underworld, and Y/N is immediately called in to prepare for what’s to come. What she isn’t prepared for is James Buchanan “Bucky” Barnes, also known as the new head of the Brooklyn mafia clan. When these two get shoved into a world of danger and deceit, will they ever learn to trust each other? Or will they be doomed from the start?

Warnings: Swearing, angst, descriptions of violence

A/N: I'M BACK BABY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I am soooooooooooooooooooooooooooo sorry for my long hiatus. So much had been going on, but hopefully I'm back on track now. For all those who stayed despite how long I've been gone, thank you so much! For those who didn't, sorry I took so long. I will try to respond to PMs and comments as fast as I can. Also, I’m still working on part 3 of When Saving an Avenger and should have that done relatively soon!I won't continue to drag this out. So! I hope you all enjoy this chapte and thank you for reading! This has not been beta read at all. All mistakes are my own. The GIF is not mine, so credit goes to the original creator!

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The doors slam open as I storm into the gym, needing a release of some kind. The word irritated doesn’t quite describe how I’m feeling but I can’t sleep because of it. After I got shot, I was stuck in that god awful hospital bed for a few days longer, curtesy of Barnes. Then I was treated like some fragile doll after I was released, especially by Carol or any inner circle member that I bump into. And not that Carol knows, but once I was discharged, Barnes called my father, and judging by how everyone’s acting around me, I’d bet it has something to do with that conversation. Which he should know is the exactly opposite of what I need. And the fact that I was left out of another important conversation regarding yours truly, really really pissed me off. I feel like a damned caged animal under constant observation! I’m lucky I even made it to the gym.

I slam my water bottle on the nearest bench and move to where the wrappings are kept. Once my hands are wrapped, I take my stance in front of the punching bag, Demi Lovato’s Confident playing in my headphones. I punch at it with my uninjured arm, the left one, keeping the right tucked to my side, and I find myself falling into a rhythm.

This is all fucking stupid! I’ve worked hard for my father! Given up a normal life! Gave information that I could be killed for! And I’m still kept out of everything! And now Barnes is up my father’s ass and he’s becoming a pain in mine! And the HYDRA fucks that shot me are still out there! This. Punch. Is. Punch. Bullshit!

My right arm moves out on its own. The vibrations of the hit have pain snaking up my nerves like ribbons of fire. I cry out at the feeling, clutching onto my wound.

“Fuck!” I cry, ripping my headphones off with my free hand. “Son of a bitch!”

“You know, you really shouldn’t be doing that.” A voice says calmly behind me.

I turn around to find Barnes casually leaning against one of the many pillars in the gym. His arms crossed, showing off the muscles of his arms and shoulders that peak out from the cut tank top he wears. The expression on his face stern, yet seemingly concerned.

“What do you want, Barnes?” I ask, controlling my breaths to ease the pain, unwrapping my hands, and reaching for my water while dropping the headphones on the bench, music still playing quietly. “I’m not in the mood for a damn lecture.” I tilt the bottle back, taking a gulp.

When he doesn’t answer and continues to watch me, I huff and the peel the sweaty bandage off my arm, letting the wound breathe. The cool air seems to soothe the painful thing.

“Why are you in here?” He finally asks, I scoff.

“I imagine similar reasons as to why you’re here. Is that all?” I turn away from him and the punching bag, determined to go for a run.

“Damn it! Why are you so stubborn? You’re injured! Why are you even here?!”

“Maybe because I’m tired of men like you trying to control what I do with my life!” I shout, suddenly turning to face him only to find that he’s right behind me.

“Men like me?” He questions darkly, looking directly into my eyes. Since when were his eyes so blue?

“Yes.” I growl. “Men like you that have a stupid superiority complex!” I yell, backing up slightly. He mirrors my movements, stalking towards me as I move away from him.

“I’m not like other men, trust me, doll.” He counters. “And you should watch how you talk to me.”

“Bullshit.” I scoff, my back softly meeting a wall. “There is nothing for me to trust, doll. You’ve made it clear you don’t trust me. But I’ve seen it my whole life. You’re just another egotistical mafia boss. Every one of you are the same.”

“Am I now? Didn’t seem like you thought like that when you busted into my room.” He stops just in front of me, body tensed ready for a fight or… something.

“Yeah? Didn’t think you remembered that. You sure as hell haven’t been acting like it! A thank you for getting your head outta your ass would be nice!” I snap, trying to maintain any sense of authority and strength I can muster. My breathing is erratic, and I can even feel his own heavy breaths ghosting across my face.

“You’re still alive, aren’t you?” His voice makes me suppress a shiver. There’s a darkness there, a challenge, but with a hint of something I can’t place.

“You wouldn’t dare hurt me.” I state, knowing he wouldn’t risk it. His intimidation isn’t going to work on me.

“Wanna bet?” He growls.

I want to say something, something witty to shut his arrogant ass down, but all I can seem to focus on is him. The way his blue eyes bore into my own. The way his breath seems to mirror my own, fast and heavy. The way his chest brushes against mine as we breathe. Since when did we get so close? The way he looks at my lips, the way I glance at his. The way he starts leaning in, or is that me? He’s so close, I could almost kis-

All too soon, the doors open with a bang, Bucky immediately stepping away from me. What the fuck was all that? I blink a few times, clearing the fog from my head, before turning towards the doors. A man, with short, soft, black hair stands there with a look of mild confusion painting his face before it’s gone, a serious expression replacing it.

“Sorry to interrupt boss.”

“What is it Morita?”

“Rogers wanted me to tell you that Nick Fury is coming tomorrow.”

Bucky sighs and I mutter a ‘great’ under my breath. There’s a furrow between his eyes as he looks at me before turning towards Morita.

“Thank you for telling me. I’ll be in my office.” And with that he leaves, and I roll my eyes.

When he’s gone, I release a quiet sigh, finally relaxing now that he’s gone, and Morita has a knowing smirk. Get yourself together Y/N!

“You’re lucky he didn’t see that.” He chuckles, I shrug, reaching for my phone, a slight wince twisting my face as I lean down. So, he didn’t hear me.

“I can handle him.”

“Not like that you can’t.” He points, and I follow his finger to my wound. Blood had started drinpping down my arm, and I hadn’t even realized.

“I coulda.” I huff, finally pausing the music.

“Come on.” He says with a small smile, motioning for me to sit down.

I do, but eye him wearily. He grabs a med pack and walks towards me. It’s only then that I notice he’s slightly shorter than Barnes but has softer expression when he looks at me. Stop thinking about him!

“You know,” He starts while sitting down beside me to start wiping the blood from my arm, “When I first saw you, you were storming into your father’s office.” I smile at the memory.

“Wasn’t the first time.”

“I gathered that much.” He chuckles, checking the stitches and adding a few more where the blood is leaking from still. I wince slightly at every thread of the sterile needle. “You had this fire and authority to you. They won’t admit it, but it made the men in the hall uncomfortable. And that was before we knew who you really were. You live up to the image of a Fury.” He wraps the new bandages around my arm, careful of the wound. My eyes follow the movement. When I don’t respond, he looks up at me, most likely noticing the scowl I wear by the way his eyebrows furrow together. “Doesn’t look like that’s something you’re proud of.” He comments.

“I am nothing like my father.” I growl, gently ripping my arm out of his hands. “Thanks for the help.”

I get up and hurry to gather my things and leave.

“You may deny it, but it’s there.” He says as I leave. The only response is the slamming of doors.

So much for calming down.

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Not many of the men were around the next morning, though I have a feeling that was done on purpose. Of course, most of the people I knew here were either sent off on a job, or in the inner circle. The lack of people here began to make me feel slightly uncomfortable. I didn’t like being kept on the sidelines.

Carol eventually stopped by to check in on me, since I had also decided to skip breakfast. Embarrassingly, I got stuck in my tank top since I couldn’t move my arm all the well without feeling a pinch from the stitches around my wound. Let’s just say I got scolded for being reckless, none of which I took to heart, before she had to leave for a job. Of course, not without a warning to be careful as she wrapped the wound in fresh bandages. Besides, I was able to get into my leggings and gym shoes just fine. The sweatshirt was a challenge, but I’m not going to mention that to her.

As I wait, for what I’m not exactly sure, my mind drifts off to the folder I have hidden away in the room. The cowards who shot at Rollins and I mentioned Staten Island before they took off. As far as I’m concerned, it’s only known that George was killed by HYDRA, nothing more, not that anything else has happened because of them except for the shootout. Which brings up something else, what if this person from Staten Island had something to do with HYDRA being there. The guy who let it slip definitely didn’t mean for it to slip. It might not be much, but it’s something. And that’s all May needs. I’ll have to give her a call soon.

A knock at the door startles me slightly before I collect myself and open it. Loki awaits for me on the other side and motions me to follow. I do. There’s an odd feeling the follows me as we make our way through the compound, the kind that makes you feel slightly uncomfortable. I try my best to ignore it. As we get closer, I recognize a few of my father’s men, though they don’t acknowledge me at all. And I do the same.

“Who are all the extra bodies?” I ask Loki, who fails to hide a smirk.

“I’m sure you’ll find out soon enough, fiery one.” He whispers the last part and when I glance at him, he winks at me. I have to try and suppress my grin.

The office doors are opened by two members Barnes’ inner circle that I recognize slightly, as Loki follows me in, before they’re shutting behind us. Barnes sits behind his desk, his hair tied back into what looks like a small ponytail, as Steve and Sam stand at his sides while Natasha, Clint, and Thor lean casually against the walls (or as casually as you can while meeting with another Clan). Barnes looks from the man in front of him to me when the doors close, before the man turns around. It’s then that I notice my father in the chair, Coulson and Pietro sitting at his sides, as well as Hill, Mack, Hunter, and May. Wanda being notably absent. All of course are either dressed in suits (the higherups of course) or decked in leather. And then there’s me looking like I just came back from a jog.

“Well, well, well. Looks like the party started without me.” I say while trying to my best ‘disappointed father’ impression, hands on my hips and all. Pietro snorts, and I see Coulson smirk for a second.

Before my father can reprimand me, Pietro is up out of his seat, engulfing me in a hug.

“It’s good to see you, моя сестра.” He pulls me in, putting pressure on my wound. The pain takes me by surprise, causing me to yelp before I can stop it. He immediately lets go, as if he’s been burned. “What’s wrong?!”

“Nothing. I’m fine.” I say, futilely hoping to placate him as I roll my shoulder to try and alleviate some pain.

“Cестра, tell me!”

“Y/N.” My father interrupts, standing, expecting me to avoid the subject. “What happened?” It’s not a request, but I still hesitate.

“I was on a run, HYDRA ambushed us, and I got hit.” Father begins to scowl. “It’s nothing. I’m alright, and we got the supplies. It’s all good.” But he doesn’t listen, turning towards Barnes who’s still seated with his hands clasped in his lap.

“Why wasn’t I notified that she was shot?” Father growls.

“I advised him not to. But I assumed he at least told you something about it.” I reply, though the question was not directed at me.

“I wanted to wait until after the doctors checked her over and she woke up. Make sure she was okay.” Barnes shrugs. “Besides, I mentioned that she had gotten a minor injury when we last spoke.

“It was a routine run, and there were extra men on scene. Nothing could have been done to prevent this.” I try again.

“And yet, she was shot and shot at! Would you consider that minor if it had been one of your men?”

“It’s nothing I haven’t experienced before!”

“She spent minimal time in treatment. And I can’t keep her away from all harm when she’s got her assignment. Otherwise, her presence here would be questioned.”

“I’m right here!”

“Father-”

“Not now, son. That was not our agreement, Barnes.”

“I’m doing the best I can, Fury.”

“Excuse me, but what agreement exactly?”

“And that’s not good enough.”

“What exactly would you have me do in this situation?”

“Fucking hell, ENOUGH!” I yell, catching the attention of both men finally. “You,” I point to my father, “do not and will not control how I do my job. Whatever fucking deal you made with Barnes behind my back, that I have yet to see, does not apply to me. My assignment and my mission have priority over that. And you!” I now turn towards Barnes. “You do not have a say in either. I am working with you as a courtesy both to my father and you. I didn’t have to let you know about my job, but I did. And I’ve done more than what I’m meant to do here. So, you owe me some fucking respect. Both of you do! So, this whole ‘ignoring Y/N while she talks’ thing stops here! This job comes with risks, and I am aware of all of them, and it is my call to take them. My physical wellbeing is not always guaranteed in this life, you should both know that. And I will not have either of you try to control that!”

“Done with your little speech now, princess?” Barnes snarks.

“Я збираюся його вбити.” I growl, fingers brushing my knife.

“No.” Both my father and brother say in unison, my brother less enthusiastically than my father. I roll my eyes, letting my hand fall back to my side.

“You both suck the joy out of everything.”

“Y/N.” My name falls past my father’s lips harshly, and I narrow my eyes. “Go take a breather.”

“Are you fucking kidding me?” I growl, ignoring the order in his voice.

“Now!”

“Ви ведете себе мудаком.” I mutter to my father before leaving, the door slamming behind me.

I stomp harshly away from the men in the hallway until no one is around. With the hall empty, I slump against the nearest wall, hearing soft footsteps near me.

“What?” I bark out when I hear them stop a few paces from me.

When I look, I find May watching me with an eyebrow raised and her arms crossed.

“You sure know how to stir up trouble.” She remarks. I scoff, straightening up.

“They made it a bigger deal than it was. Ignoring me in the process. Was I just supposed to sit back and let them walk over me?”

“You know your father holds respect for you and trusts your judgement. He wouldn’t have let you do this if he didn’t.” She says quietly. I scoff again.

“He does until something happens. Then he reverts back to being the dick mafia boss that doesn’t listen because either I’m his daughter, a woman, or both. I haven’t figured out which it is.”

“You know that’s not true.”

“Isn’t it?” I ask coldly. “He sent you out here to watch me, didn’t he?”

“He did.” She confirms, and I roll my eyes. How did I know? “But that’s not the reason I’m here.” I regard her carefully. “I could have waited in the hallway for you to come back.”

“True. So why are you here?” My voice turns serious as I watch her.

“Thought you would like an update.” She says, lowering her voice once again.

“What have you got for me?”

“Nothing much, unfortunately.” I frown at her. “Your father, for some reason, wouldn’t give me a copy of the deal with Barnes. Only told me what you should know about it.”

So typical of him. I roll my eyes, and grumble under my breath. “You mean five words?”

“A bit more than that actually. Along with mutual cooperation against HYDRA, info sharing and a few other things, your father negotiated for your safety. And I don’t mean he made Barnes promise to keep you alive.” I motion for her to continue. “Every member of the Brookyln clan that knows about you, including Barnes himself, is sworn to protect you as if you are a member of the Barnes family.”

I pause, my mouth dropping open slightly. “Wait... as in...?”

“Yes, as in your life is just as important as their Boss’, maybe even a little more so. And they all had sworn to it before you even arrived.”

“Well shit.”

For clan members to swear to protect a stranger, yet alone a stranger from another family, as if they were the boss’ family, is practically unheard of. Not to mention that that stranger is the daughter of another clan’s boss and an FBI agent. I’m sure it wasn’t agreed to very easily and has probably never been requested before. So, it’s a big deal.

“I never thought it possible before either.” She whispers. “And there’s more.” It only takes a glance. “Apparently that attack that injured you was retaliation for Ian Quinn.”

“So, Barnes wasn’t wrong when he told me they have a mole.”

“Evidently not.”

“Is my father aware of the reason?” She nods.

“Apparently, Ian Quinn and Barnes’ situation was the main concern of their last call. Barnes had mentioned you had been injured, but more along the lines of a training accident.”

“No wonder he was so pissed. Still doesn’t excuse him though.”

“For the record, if I had known you were there-”

“You would have either shown up or broke in here to make sure I was ok.” I finish for her. She nods again. “As much as I appreciate your loyalty, that wouldn’t have helped anything.”

“I know.”

It’s silent, for a few moments.

“Hey, is Lincoln still running the streets?”

“Yeah. Why?”

“He isn’t your main informant, is he?”

“No.”

“Good. I need both.” She straightens up. “One of the runners that led us into that trap, he mentioned something about a Staten Island high roller. Said they knew HYDRA ‘was on our ass’. Which was news to me considering the fact I wasn’t even aware they were ‘on our ass’.”

“You want me to look into it?”

I nod. “And find out if there was anything that happened to the families, any of them, three months or more before her death.”

“You think one of them had something to do with it?” She questions, the skepticism clear in her voice.

“I’m not sure. We aren’t exactly close with any of them at the time, a little cooperation here and there, but we have the most shipment disputes with Staten Island. We intercept some of theirs, they return the favor. We kill the men that wander into our territory, they ambush our men.”

“They’d benefit from us being weak.”

“Or distracted. What if the families went to war? Manhattan and Brooklyn, plus both of our allies?”

“They wouldn’t be involved at all.” She says in realization, her voice still quiet,

“Nope, they don’t have any alliances with the other families. Remember the mole father found? The one who he was sure was meant to put the blame on us for George Barnes’ death?”

“I’ll look into it, see if I can find what you want. Plus, if anything, that might gain us the upper hand.”

I sigh. Running my hand through my hair. “I hope I’m wrong about this, but thanks May. And please-”

“I won’t say a word. For now.” She raises an eyebrow at me, and I know she’ll only say something if there’s an immediate problem.

I nod in thanks, giving her a small smile. With that, she turns around and walks back towards the meeting. When she’s gone, I let my head fall back against the wall with a soft thud and close my eyes. Not long after, the soft approach of footsteps reaches my ear.

“Back so soon?” I quip, before opening my eyes to find Yelena just leaning on the wall across from me.

“That implies I would have to have left in the first place.”

“Never mind.” I sigh, pushing myself to stand straight, she follows suit.

“Who was that you were talking to?” She questions.

“No one that concerns you.”

I try to walk away, but she moves in front of me.

“Looked to me like the woman you met at the park the other day.” Her hands fall to her sides, seemingly causally, and she straightens her posture.

“I know you’re doing your job. But really, this doesn’t concern you, or the boss. If it did, I’d bring it up.” I try to walk around her, but I’m stopped again.

“You say that, but I don’t believe it.”

“I don’t care what you believe, get out of my way.” I try again, and I’m blocked again.

“Or else what?” She gives me a small smile, a challenging one. And I smile back.

With a step, and some careful maneuvering on my part, I have her pinned to the wall with my good arm as she lets out a little grunt on impact.

“Not bad.” She comments with a smug little smile.

“Listen.” I growl quietly. “I understand you’re sworn to protect your boss, but I also know you swore to protect me. And if you want to continue doing that, doing both of those, this will just stay between us. Just until I say otherwise.” I let her go and take a couple steps back while she glares softly at me. “Please.”

The sound of approaching footsteps interrupt and have Yelena pushing off the wall. One of Barnes’ men walks into the hall, a tall slim looking man with a weird hat (a beret I think).

“The boss says you have a job tonight, Maximoff. He wants you at the loading dock in two hours with Danvers.” His accent startles me slightly, there aren’t many Brits that I know in New York, but I just nod. I give a glance to, but she’s got the poker face down pretty well.

“Alright, I’ll talk to Carol about it. Has the visitor left as well?”

The man nods. Great, so my father is pissed off. Glad I’m not dealing with that.

“Thank you.” He nods at me again, then turns to Yelena.

“The boss wants to see you as well.”

“I’ll be there in a second.” She replies, and with that, the man turns and leaves.

Yelena looks at me, glaring just slightly, before I see the faintest of nods. When she’s gone from sight, I let out a little breath of relief. I’ll need to give her answers, and soon, but for now it’s good enough. What I’m concerned with now, is the job Barnes has me going on tonight. With me injured, I’m hoping it’ll be an easy one. However, as I’m learning with this situation and with HYDRA, nothing is ever easy.

Part 9

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Hello all!

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Lavender and Starflower (Mobster AU) – Chapter 5

The Dekarios Clan reigns over Waterdeep as the city’s protector for centuries. Suddenly, the Clan gets challenged by Cazador, the head of the Szarr Clan that rules over Baldur’s Gate. Of course, such an attack won’t be tolerated and the intruder must be forced back and out of the City of Splendors. While fixing destroyed protection sigils, Gale, wizard prodigy and heir of the Dekarios Clan, meets a charming stranger called Astarion. And Gale makes the biggest mistake of his life; he invites the pale elf into his home.

I was inspired to start writing this fic when I saw this artwork by @arczism

Tyrian purple aka royal/imperial purple is a natural dye that is made of crushed-up predatory sea snails. Because it’s extremely tedious to make, the colour’s very expensive. It also doesn’t fade easily, but becomes brighter with weathering and sunlight, which is why it was highly valued in ancient times.

This is obviously an AU that isn't related to my other work.

Since the early afternoon sun shone brightly and warmly, Astarion wasn't able to leave the suite.

Gale was happy about it, even though he felt guilty. It wasn't fair that the vampire spawn had no other choice and was forced to stay here with him.

Nevertheless, the wizard enjoyed Astarion's presence as they sat together on the sofa and thumbed through museum-worthy Elven poetry albums.

"They're beautiful," said Astarion, marvelling at the hand-drawn colourful illustrations with gold embellishments while tracing them with his finger.

"They are, aren't they?" smiled Gale. "This book's over two hundred years old and was found in an abandoned monarchy."

"Two hundred years..." muttered the vampire spawn. "What a long time..."

He seemed deep in thoughts and very sad. Gale wanted to kiss it better, wanted to do whatever was in his power to comfort Astarion and fix whatever was broken.

Three rapid knocks at the door disturbed them.

"Come in!"

"Gale, Sir, the boss deman–" Murk fell silent when he stepped into the living room and saw the two men sitting on the sofa. "Apologies, didn't know ya have a visitor."

"No problem. We're decent after all," snickered Gale.

Murk began to grin.

"Yer mother wants to see ya. 's urgent."

The addressed sighed deeply.

"Well then; duty calls." Gale handed Astarion the poetry book and stood up. Addressing the latter, he said: "I'll be back soon. Make yourself at home."

The vampire spawn nodded with a smile. After a brief hesitation, Gale leaned down to kiss him.

"It won't take long," he promised.

"Don't worry, darling, I'm not going anywhere," the elf smirked. "I'll be fine on my own."

The wizard nodded and left the suite with Murk. The latter raised his eyebrows.

"Interesting choice for a playmate."

Gale shrugged his shoulders and replied: "I have good taste."

The half-orc grinned and teased: "If ya think so."

Morena was already waiting for him impatiently, pacing up and down in front of the window.

"Ah, there you are!" she greeted her son when he closed the door behind him.

"You call, I answer," retorted Gale and kissed his mother's cheek. "What's wrong?"

"It's about Cazador."

Of course, it was. Gale sighed sufferingly, deeply, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"Mum..."

"I fear he's closing in on us, and only one last thing must be put into place to tip the scale," Morena continued, ignoring her son's comment. "For years, I've been working on collecting evidence about his secret identity to destroy him for good. It was just a side issue, a hobby if you will, but now, it's more urgent than ever, and my findings will work in our favour."

Gale's interest was piqued and he asked: "What do you mean 'secret identity'?"

His mother looked at him, her eyes sparkling with something like excitement.

"Cazador's a vampire lord." Gale took a sharp intake, caught off-guard. "The great leaders of the Szarr Clan, Cazador I, Cazador II, and Cazador III, aren't different people, but one and the same person. A true vampire. Immortal, powerful, and brutal. We have serious evidence for his secret identity, as well as the existence of vampire spawns who work as his lackeys. Naturally, he also has people working for him who aren't undead and do his bidding during the day. Not everything can be done at night, thus, he needs living lackeys too. I also found proof and witnesses regarding Cazador's abilities to magically charm people and force his will upon them. Therefore, we must be careful. I already prepared a sigil for a defence spell. We only have to install them everywhere – that's your job, by the way."

"Of course it is," sighed Gale. "How did you even start investigating? It's not like there are many vampires wandering the streets, or trying to get into powerful positions."

At that, Morena grinned wickedly.

"Well, I'm a rather observant individual, as you're aware, and I became suspicious during an event almost thirty years ago when Cazador's charm was working a little too well on some people, if you catch my drift."

"Ah... the true vampires' ability to charm people – literally," nodded Gale. "I read about it, of course, but I've never witnessed it."

"And it better stays that way," retorted Morena sharply. " Vampire lords are not to be trifled with. You won't play around with that, do you understand, Gale?"

"Yes, mum," answered the addressed and sighed.

"Apropos, playing around... A little birdy told me that you have company." Morena smirked amused and Gale suddenly felt very hot under his collar. "It's none of my concern who you take to bed – well, that's a lie, but I like to make pretend for your sake – but... your guest seems to suffer from a sun allergy. Do you have something to say about that, my dear?"

Oh-oh.

"Well.." Gale cleared his throat. "You heard correctly. His name's Astarion and he's a vampire spawn. I met him last night when I was fixing the protection sigils."

His mother raise an eyebrow.

"You met him in a brothel?"

"Well, outside of a brothel, to be precise."

"An Elven vampire prostitute?"

"I'm not sure about the prostitute part yet," admitted Gale sheepishly and Morena snorted a laugh.

"He knows a lot about poetry though," he continued, smiling softly. "Up to this point, he could name every single poet that I cited. It's honestly impressive."

"I see," said his mother. "Be careful though. A vampire spawn... He probably works for Cazador, so, be careful if you plan to keep him around."

Her words hit Gale like a bucket of ice water.

"But as the saying goes; 'Keep your friends close, but your enemies closer'. Maybe, we can use him to our advantage."

"Mhm," muttered Gale unhappily. Morena shot him a look.

"Alright, that's all for today. I won't spoil your fun with Astarion, but tomorrow, I need you to install the additional vampire-proof sigils."

Her son nodded silently. Morena kissed his cheek and sent him off. Brooding, Gale made his way back to his suite.

Astarion working for Cazador... what an absurd idea... right? No. His mother was always right. Shit.

The wizard sighed and ran his fingers through his hair.

Although he didn't want to believe Morena's theory, it made sense. But just because Astarion perhaps worked for the enemy didn't mean he couldn't see him again, did it? Despite only meeting last night, Gale didn't want to part with Astarion just yet. He could only hope that his mother was wrong, after all, hope dies last.

With another heavy sigh, he entered his quarter. Astarion was still sitting on the sofa, reading through the poetry book. Now, he looked up at Gale with a smile and said: "Did you know that they not only used real gold for the embellishments for this book, but also royal purple which is the most expensive ink in all of Faerûn?"

"Yes, I did know that. That's why it's incredibly valuable and would sell for around 2.5 million gold at an enthusiasts’ auction."

"And you, Gale of Waterdeep, keep this incredibly valuable book in your unprotected bookshelf? Where anyone could steal it – or ruin it with greasy fingers or a spilled cup of tea. How foolish."

The addressed chuckle, shrugging.

"Well... this is the Dekarios Estate, the safest place on the Sword Coast."

"Safer than the bank? Or the temple?" teased Astarion.

"Much safer," smirked the wizard.

"What a comforting thought," smiled the vampire spawn. "One more reason for me to stay here."

He placed his long legs on the low table, leaned back on the sofa, and kept thumbing through the poetry book. Gale observed him, smiling, and sat down next to him. Astarion immediately snuggled up on him and Gale didn't have the heart to ask him about his potential relation to Cazador.

Gale wished Astarion would never leave, but he knew that wasn't realistic. When it got dark outside, he watched wistfully as the elf put on last night's clothes – really a lot of leather – and sauntered over to him.

"Well then, darling, it was a pleasure to meet you. You're delightful and I haven't had such a wonderful night for a long time," purred Astarion. That haughty, self-assured smirk was back in place, charm on maximum. Gale swallowed thickly and gently tugged at the hemline of the vampire spawn's leather jacket.

"I doesn't have to be a 'farewell', you know, it could be a 'see you later' instead," he muttered. "I know it's foolish to believe that this was more than a one-night stand, but... I'd like to see you again – if that's what you want."

"I'd like that, Gale of Waterdeep," murmured Astarion, throwing his arms around the wizard. "I'd like to see you again. I still owe you an orgasm."

The addressed chuckled, blushing a tad, and the vampire spawn just had to kiss this fascinating wizard once more.

He'd miss Gale's gentleness and emphasis on consent. It was sobering to remember that this wasn't the norm.

Astarion drew back and looked at the slightly dazed wizard.

"How can I contact you, darling? Via carrier pigeon or courier mail? Or should I simply knock at your front door?"

Gale hesitated. He was about to make a big mistake, he was sure of it, but he just couldn't help himself. He was so desperate to see Astarion again.

Reluctantly, Gale let go of the elf's waist and stepped into the foyer. There, he fetched a small wooden box from a chest of drawers and pulled out a small, inconspicuous grey stone. He pressed it into Astarion's palm.

"Here. This is a teleportation device which will portal you right in front of my suite's door, no matter where you were prior. All you need to do is use the magic words to activate the spell."

"And what are the magic words?" smirked Astarion.

"Gale Dekarios, Archmage of Waterdeep."

His full title hung heavily in the air.

"Oh, my, an archmage. I'm honoured." The vampire spawn bowed slightly. "I'll be back, darling, I promise."

Gale nodded and led Astarion out of his suite and through his family's estate until they reached the garden's gate. There, Astarion pulled him into one last kiss before sauntering off. Gale felt weirdly uneasy about letting him go.

I hope he'll be alright, the wizard thought as he made his way back to his living quarters. I wouldn't be able to stand it if something happened to him.

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A day out with Mob!Bucky in Paris 💐

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The maid of Mr. Barnes + A cup of tea (Bucky Barnes x Reader)

The maid of Mr. Barnes + A cup of tea // Extra chapter for this series Bucky Barnes x Reader Mafia AU Warnings: none

Summary: Bucky tells Reader about her future.

A/N: A glipse of their life after the series.

When Bucky steps out of the garden, you are still at the small table you occupied with Sugar not long ago. Steve's girl came over to entertain you while the men were busy in the office. What you two did, Sugar didn't tell, but she was cheeky and happy when she left with the blond man. She told Steve about telling him his future at home, though, and it grabbed Bucky's attention too. Whatever you did, you were busy for sure.

Dry leaves crunch under his steps. The sun's dim light glides over his expensive shoes. His watch glitters as he moves his arm. "Hey, Bunny," he greets you softly, slipping his arms around your torso. His chest presses against your back as he rests his head on your shoulder. You can feel his slight stubble on the side of your face. "Hey," you smile, still busy arranging the empty plates and cups on the silver tray. "What did you do?" He asks. "Sugar was really… happy with herself." "She told me about my future," you reply. "She bought a book about dreams and… tea leaves." "Oh," Bucky inhales. "Which one is yours?" You give him your cup with the still-soaked leaves at the bottom while he moves around the table to sit down in front of you. He stares into the cup with a smirk on his lips. "Oh, yes," he says. "I see… I see." "What do you see?" You laugh, forgetting the tray as you watch him. He nods and hums for long seconds. "Hmm, you lucky girl," he gasps. "C'mon, Bucky," you chuckle, grinning. "Tell me." "I see a handsome man in your future," he says, finally. "Really, really handsome." "Handsome, hm?" "He is," he nods. "And I see your favorite restaurant too." "It sounds good," you smirk. "Tell me more." "This handsome man really knows how to woo you," he continues. Your laugh follows his every word. "I see roses too. And candles." "I love roses!" "But wait!" He gasps out. "I see more." While he still stares into the cup, you make your way to him to sit down on his lap. Your arm around his neck while he hugs your waist. "What?" You ask him. "What do you see?" He puts down the cup before answering. His eyes bore into yours, and his smirk softens into a content smile. His arm around you tightens. "I see a very happy future with a very loving husband." "Oh? Is it that handsome man? Is he waiting for me already? Maybe I should see him," you reply cheekily, pointing at the front of the house over the corner. Pretending to stand up, another laugh breaks out of your chest when he pulls you back against him. "Oh, you are in so much trouble, Bunny." "After the romantic dinner or before?" You grin, caressing the back of his head. The touch of your nails sends shivers down his spine. "Before," he says. "Definitely before." Soon, the house is full of the mix of your giggles and squeals as he walks up to the bedroom with you in his arms.

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes imagine #marvel imagine #avengers imagine #mafia au #mobster!bucky

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sebastianstansqueen · 3 months

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Lost in The Shadows Fifteen

A/N: This one is short, sorry, but two parts close together, hope you like it, If you want to be Tagged, either send an ask or comment on this or click on Taglist open.

Wordcount: 945

Warnings: Angst, maybe Guns, then obviously Brock, kid's, , If forgot anything let me know please!

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Four Years Later

The war between Y/n and Brock had evaluated until, the two of them were the last standing, The Carter, and Rumlow names were the last that stood for the mob families. Brock began getting avantages, on killing each family head one by one. Most who had been friends with Y/n however and who still wanted to live decided to just hand it all to her and that was the same thing as what Thomas had to do for himself and his own family.

She stared at her computer, flicking through some security footage by the doc as to watch out for Brock's shipment. The large office door began to open with a small whine, her eyes flicked up wards to see who was entering. A mop of brown hair walked through the office, making its way behind the desk, and crawled on to Y/n’s lap. “Hey, baby.” Y/n combed through her daughter's hair with her fingers lightly, her voice filled with exhaustion. “Where's your brother?”

“Probably, sleep.” She mumbled out, Y/n hummed listening but still flicking through more cameras. “Whats you doing?”

“Working baby, and then mama is going to sleep, which you should already be.” Y/n looked at her knowingly.

“Can’ts sleep.” She shakes her head.

Y/n sighed. “Give mama a bit, and then we'll get hot chocolate, I promise Autumn.” The little girl nodded contently.

Y/n stayed there with the little girl who had slowly fallen to sleep for hours. Nothing came up on the Camera, eventually she called off her guys. Eventually lightly waking up Autumn. “Hey sweetheart, you want hot chocolate now?” Though still tired she perked up, getting off Y/n’s lap and leading the way down to the kitchen.

Aiden soon joined his mom and sister in the large kitchen, with a grumpy look on his face, his nose screwed up, he was Bucky’s perfect mini-me. “What got your face all screwed up?” Y/n laughed lightly.

“Mama and Autumn, too loud.” He complained.

“I’m sorry little man, but mama, and Autumn kinda pulled an all nighter, and are about to go back to bed with some hot chocolate, you want some?” Aiden nodded along quickly. “And then Mr. Grumpy, we'll all go to bed for whatever is left of the night.”

After taking both of her four year olds up stairs with her to her grand room, and finally being able to relax, her eyes shut.

Four Years Earlier

Soon after getting back, Y/n called Natasha and Wanda for support through the rest of her Pregnancy, and soon after getting back she was again forced to step out as head and put on bed rest, because she found out she was having twins.

When Y/n, Natasha and Wanda were having a movie night, watching the Princess Diaries was the Choice, soon after having Natasha and Wanda come to help, Y/n found out that Andy put them up to a mission of making her feel at least a little bit better after Bucky. So she tried to go along with it at least a little. While watching the movie just sitting in bed, her water broke. “Uh guy’s.”

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Y/n woke up to nothing. Autumn and Aiden weren't there, her brows furrowed. “Autumn Aiden?” She called out once she got to the staircase when she got no reply, that’s when she panicked, repeatedly calling their names and looking through every room in the house, until Natasha stopped her down a hallway. “Do you have to be so fast in this big of a house?”

“First off it's a compound, and next is do you know where Autumn and Aiden are?” She asked as she tried not to panic.

Natasha nodded, then led her to the kitchen. “Maybe don’t freak out so bad next time?” She offered.

“Not funny.” Y/n shook her head.

“I wasn’t laughing.” Natasha shook her head. “We got something.” Natasha went from Bartender to one of Y/n’s best assassins.

“What?” She asked.

“I’ll show you after breakfast.” Natasha said before opening the door to the kitchen, where Wanda was making Pancakes, and the kits sat at the island.

“Late shift?” Wanda smiles.

“Late everything, and apparently my closest friends know more than me?” Y/n arched a brow as she leaned against the counter.

Natasha rolled her eyes slightly in seriousness but there was more of a light hatredness behind it than anything. “Can’t ever be patient can you Y/n? Even when the kids are around?”

Y/n gave Natasha a stern look. “If my kids will do an overnight with me I can be impatient around them.”

Natasha sighed, walking over to the small kitchen table in the corner by a window looking into the back yard, grabbing something out of her purse, before walking over and placing the folder on the counter in front of Y/n, who opened it to skim the photos inside. “It seems that Brock has his own new assassin, he’s been on my radar for the last three years.”

Y/n looked at Natasha with a glint of something resembling anger or betrayal. “Why didn’t I know about this?” She tilted her head.

“Because, I didn’t want you freaking out about it, and besides, I didn’t know until now that he was even Brock’s.” Natash informed me. “I wanted to be sure before I brought it to your attention.”

“I’ll look more into it after breakfast.” Y/n sighed as she looked at the long haired man, but no one could make out who it was. The person's face was covered.

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holylulusworld · 5 months

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I know this has been asked before but I swear I can never find the links of the post of you answering other people. But I just need all of your plus size/ chubby reader 😽🫶 . I love your stories so much and I can’t wait for more, I was just curious to all the other ones you have because I’m never able to find any 🤧🤧.

Hi lovely! I try to list all chubby/curvy/plus-sized reader stories here (any fandom):

MARVEL

(including oder CEvans / SebStan characters)

Steve Rogers:

The assistant masterlist (CEvans characters)

Big girls don’t cry masterlist (AU)

A fresh start masterlist

The captain at a sex shop (also short reader)

Weakling (a/b/o)

Ransom Drysdale:

Once (1) & its sequels Twice, Thrice, Four times & Five times (a/b/o)

His maid

Trust fund prick

Lee Bodecker:

Snuggle Time

Red-Handed

Bucky Barnes:

You are beautiful masterlist

Burned Muffins & its sequels Burned Cookies & Burned Pancakes It's more implied in the 1st chapter that she's plus-sized in this one)

Best night of your life & its sequel Best night of your life (2) (AU)

Fratboys forever? masterlist (AU)

Chubby Bee 🐝 (AU)

The mobster’s cook & its sequels The mobster’s girl, The mobster’s wife (AU)

Tony Stark:

Obsession Stark Style

Fake Diamond

Multichars:

The Fitness Pack masterlist (Steve Rogers; Sam Wilson; Bucky Barnes, Thor Odinson - they all got a separate story - no poly)

Stucky:

Clingy Love (a/b/o)

Chris Evans:

The heat is on masterlist (a/b/o)

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SPN

Dean Winchester:

The new neighbor (a/b/o)

Broken Word Masterlist (AU)

His meaty mouse masterlist (AU)

911 for love Masterlist (Cop AU)

The Italian touch Masterlist

Foody Queen & its sequel His Foody Queen (AU)

Auction of love (AU/a/b/o)

Granny is the best (AU/a/b/o)

No friend of mine

Low

He’s my man

Ashamed

Sexy Suits

Family bonds

The back-up plan

Sharing Showers

The talk

Breaking your heart was never my intention

The DUFF (AU) it's implied that she's chubby - hence the title duff

Alone, together & its sequel Together, again (AU)

Sam Winchester:

Cocky matchmaker (Sam Winchester)

Soulless Instinct (Soulless!Sam Winchester - a/b/o)

John Winchester:

The Roommate masterlist (AU John Winchester)

Others:

Beautiful Mine (Cain - a/b/o)

Sam/Reader/Dean:

Our Girl Masterlist (AU / poly - no Wincest)

Never be your sexy girl (poly - no Wincest)

Jensen Ackles:

The back-up plan

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Sex you up (Henry Cavill)

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THE BOYS

Dumbass stalker masterlist (Soldier Boy)

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TWD

Negan:

You belong to me

Physical Education (AU)

His favorite (Negan - a/b/o)

#lulu answers #marvel #supernatural #plus sized #chubby reader #curvy reader #plus-sized reader #dean winchester #steve rogers #bucky barnes

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mermaidxatxheart · 2 years

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Hot Writer Summer Challenge

Hey, everyone. It's been a minute since I've seen a writing challenge going on. I was talking with @musings-of-a-rose about hosting one, and since I'm close to being at 18k followers, I figured why not? so here it is. I'm excited to start this.

Rules

You don’t have to be following me, but it would be wonderful if you did.

This will be for Marvel, Star Wars, Triple Frontier, and Top Gun: Maverick.

I 100% approve of noncanon. That’s the beauty of fanfiction. Make it what you want.

Two people per prompt. (I can be persuaded to go up to three if they’re different fandoms)

No underage, noncon, and tag appropriately for warnings please.

Due Date: August 31, 2022

Please send me an ask with the prompt and character you choose. The ask will help me keep track of it easier and make sure I get everyone tagged appropriately.

There isn’t a word limit, but if it’s over 500 words, please use the Keep Reading line

Use the tag #hotwritersummerchallenge and please be sure to send me a message if I don’t respond to it within 24 hours.

I will be making a Master List of all the stories and it will be added to the one already in my bio.

Prompts are below the cut!

Tropes

Enemies to lovers

Friends to lovers

There was only one bed(@garnette-gal Jake 'Hangman' Seresin) (@musings-of-a-rose Benny/Frankie)

Locked in a room

Snowed in

Fake dating (@skvatnavle Robert 'Bob' Floyd) (@valthevalkyrie Benny Miller)

Forbidden love

Secret billionaire/identity/royal

Second chance

Girl next door (@skvatnavle Jake 'Hangman' Seresin)

Damsel in distress

Unrequited love

Best friend’s brother/sister

Soulmates (@utterly-in-like Jake 'Hangman' Seresin)

Gods/goddesses

Disney

Social Media

Lumberjack

Pirates/mermaids/sirens

Dragon

Vacation

Coworkers/teammates

Werewolves

Musicians/band mates

Mobster

Western

Songs

Somebody you loved- Lewis Capaldi(@skvatnavle Frankie Morales )

Bad Habits- Ed Sheeran

I hate love songs- Kelsea Ballerini

Addicted to you- Avicii

The night we met- Lord Huron (@stevenswetdream Marc Spector)

If you love her- Forest Blakk

Great Balls of Fire- Miles Teller

I don’t know about you- Chris Lane

What a shame- Layla Blue

Can’t help falling in love- Elvis

Marry you- Bruno Mars

Marvin Gaye- Charlie Puth

Tennessee Whiskey- Chris Stapleton

Toothbrush- DNCE (@spiderl0rd college!peter parker)

Unsweet- DNCE

Happier- Ed Sheeran

Wrong side of heaven- Five Finger Death Punch

Best I ever had- Gary Allan (@opalinedaydreams FloydSin)

A minute without you- Hanson

All of me- John Legend

Still in love with you- Jonas Brothers

Love bug- Jonas Brothers

Better together- Luke Combs

The story of tonight- We The Kings

Boyfriend- Tyler Cassidy

Check yes, Juliet- We The Kings

Girlfriend/ Avril Lavigne

I never planned on you- “Newsies”

50 ways to say goodbye- Train

Someone like you- Adele

Pov- Ariana Grande

Seize the Day- Avenged Sevenfold

Should’ve said it- Camila Cabello

Drinking alone- Carrie Underwood

I love you as much as someone like me can- Galavant

Dialogue

My finger trembled above the trigger. “I’m so sorry.” (@fangirl-316 Benny Miller)

I’m covered in the memories of you.

“Are you even listening?” “Yeah, it just takes me a while to process so much stupid all at once.” (@utterly-in-like Hangnab/Rooster)

Damaged people are dangerous. They know how to make hell feel like home. (@nekoannie-chan Steve Rogers)

You want a fight? I’ll bring a war.

“It never stops hurting, does it?” “What?” “Giving someone the best of you and watching them choose someone else.”(@utterly-in-like Top Gun Maverick)

We can’t giggle, it’s a crime scene (@stuckonjbbarnes Yelena/ Kate Bishop)

“You can’t love someone else unless you love yourself first.” “Bullshit. I have never loved myself. But you? Oh god. I loved you so much, I forgot what hating myself felt like.” (@skvatnavle Benny Miller)

Sometimes memories are the worst form of torture. (@honey-dew-woo (Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw)

“I thought you forgot about me.” “Never.”

“How drunk were you last night?” “Well, I still have my pants on, so not that drunk?” “Those aren’t your pants.”

She opened her apartment door to hundreds of roses. She knew they were from him; he had found her.

Mood boards

Cottagecore

Winter

Tropical/Vacation

(@vanemando15 Frankie Morales/Friends to Lovers)

Haunted/Spooky

Tagging my usual Tag Lists in case anyone would like to participate.

Everything Tag List

@everythingisoverrated @psyched2b @bitsandbobsandstuff @wkemeup @barnesandco @gambitsqueen @lokisironthrone @imanuglywombat @also-fangirlinsweden @ravenesque @murdermornings @countryrockmama @kato-ptris@katzenwahnsinn @heli0s-writes

Star Wars Tag List

@bookishofalder @doctor-warthrop @acrossthesestars @waterpancakeao3 @generousrunawaydonut @eclipsedplanet @general-latino @marvelobsessiononastick @itsdameron @mads-weasley @rawrrimamonsterr @diaryofkali @mrsdaamneron @sabxism @fanfictionismydeath @rainlumos @jaxrando @fallinallinmendes

@unicornships @rooster-bradshaw @thebradleybradshaw @fitzells @halfway-happyyy @cherryblossom-enthusiast @mmurdock85 @charnelhouse @infuriatinglyoptimistic @cowboystokes

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