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1800jjbarnes · 5 months

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◇ 𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟐𝟑 : 𝐁𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 - 𝐁𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐁𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐬 ◇

Godess Amongst Commoner

【Synopsis】 : Overhearing for so-called friends make fun of your "failures" in life made your loving mobboss boyfriend very unhappy. No one makes his Doll cry.

『W.C』 : 1.67k

-> Genre: Mafia Au. Suggestive. Sweet Love.

Paring: MobBoss!Bucky x Chubby!Reader

[Warnings] : Shitty Friends. Mention about putting on weight (which is normal). Mention of a standard. Dark thoughts. Reader hates herself. (I love you all so much.) James wants to lowkey kill your friends. Pet names. Swearing. Crying. Kisses. Hickeys. Little bit of man handling. Fingering.

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It was supposed to be a calm day hanging out with your friends but it got turned on its head when you got the the place you were going to meet them and you overheard them talking about your ‘failure’ in life. God, it hurt hearing them explain it like that. It wasn’t like it was your fault that your life came to a crashing stop. It’s not like you asked to get a back injury and gain some weight over the healing time.

It crushed you, trying so hard to lose the weight was no easy task. It was like it stuck to you. You became so insecure about it, and you thought your so-called friends were supportive and loved you no matter what, but it turns out they now looked at you like an outsider. All because you were a few sizes bigger than them.

You felt the restaurant, not even taking the corner to where they were sat. Knowing that if you saw you, they would stop you. They would have most likely say ‘oh why are you leaving babe, don’t go’ but in reality, you now know, it was just pity. That’s how they looked at you. Like a puppy, they had no choice but to look after.

You spent the next hour walking home instead of calling for a ride, punishing yourself in a way. When you saw the gate to your front lawn, you sighed, feeling relief. It wasn’t that the walking was hard or anything. But you wanted nothing more than to curl up in a ball on your soft bed. What you didn’t expect was for a motorbike parked discreetly in your driveway. ‘wonder who that could be’ you thought sarcastically.

Opening the door to your house, you notice the front door was unlocked, along with a pair of nice dress shoes sitting on the shoe rack. You took your own shoes off, hissing at the pain of walking for so long on small platforms. “James?”

You called, voice echoing in the silent home. He didn’t normally show up unannounced let alone on his bike, given he worried so much about your safety. But when you entered the lounge room and spotted him lying on your soft sofa with one of your plushies tight in his grasp that you keep nearby so you could cuddle it while sitting on the couch alone. You had to smile at him. For a roughed-up mob boss, he sure looks like such an innocent baby right now.

“You better be laughing at yourself, doll.” His deep grumble caught your laughter in your throat. He didn’t even open his eyes, just twitching slightly. He knew it was you the moment he heard the pitter-patter of your socked feet padding around the small home. He was, after all, in a line of work where he needed to be vigilant. “Why are you home anyway?”

You were hoping he wasn’t going to ask you that question ‘cause he knew you were going out with your friends―that he frankly didn’t like―today. Sighing, you took a set on the lone loveseat against the other wall. You knew you would have to tell him cause if you didn’t he would just come up with his own answer. “I left ‘cause I overheard….uh….” Fuck you didn’t even want to talk about what went down in fear that if you saw it aloud it would be real.

He noticed your shift in demeanour instantly, sitting up he shuffled along the couch until he was leaning against the arm. The plushie still nestled in his lap as his harsh grip squeezed its poor head. “What did they say?”

“Nothing important… it was um…” You began to panic, maybe lying would have been the better option now. Bucky goes up from the couch, moving to sit next to you, pulling your legs up to rest them over his lap. You felt a sudden feeling of disgust as he lifted your figure. How could someone like Bucky be in love with someone like you? He was toned, rugged. A handsome bachelor that could have women falling at his feet. But yet here he was. Staring at you with devotion and full of love. You were the only one in his heart… why?

“I swear if you don’t tell me right now.” He sounded threatening, but in truth, you know he wouldn’t do anything to hurt you or others, without knowing you were completely okay with it. You sucked in a sharp breath, feeling a tear fall down your hot cheek. You didn’t even know when you started crying, but it was like it was out of your control. You were useless, worthless, a failure, and everyone’s eyes. So why not he as well? Why didn’t he not leave for someone else when he clearly deserved better?

He rushed to you without a second thought, holding you close as he hushed you softly. His hand raked through your hair, soothing you while his other hand found your thigh making shapes in your plump flesh. You were so perfect to him, and seeing you cry broke his heart, and when you finally were able to tell him exactly what your so-called friends had said, he lost it. Sitting up, he cupped your face slowly, wiping your tears away as he spoke tenderly. “Honey, you are perfect no matter what anyone says. Including me. Your own opinion about yourself is all that truly matters. You are such a powerful woman, and I wouldn’t be here today if it was not for you.”

You hiccuped, sobbing quietly as he rambled about how much he was devoted to you. His lips found the corner of your wobbling mouth. His hand that once cupped your face now dared to hold the back of your neck while the other perched itself on your hips. He knelt between your legs, locking his lips while mumbling ‘I love you’ over and over through shaken kisses. He needed you to understand how beautiful you are in his eyes. His queen. Without another word, he pressed you gently on the couch, man-handling you until your boy was lying flat on the soft cushioning.

His lips danced down your jaw and neck. “My pretty angel. Perfect like honey. My everything.” His hands played with the buttons of your jeans, popping them open before drawing a hand down your panties. You tried to stop him, feeling you were too ugly for him to touch you. But he protested, smacking your thigh with his free hand. “I’m going to touch you. Pleasure you like the queen you are, and you are going to lay here and scream my name like a good girl.”

You whimpered, still crying, but you nodded, whispering a quick “Yes..Sorry.” but he stopped your whines with his fingers gripping your chin so you’d gaze right into his intense stare.

“Don’t you ever apologize for something you never did. You aren’t the reason for these tears.” He wiped one away with his thumb. “The only time you cry is when I’m pleasuring you so good. You got that, Honey?”

“Yes, Sir…”

“Repeat.” He growled slipping his fingers inside your soaked cunt.

“YES Sir…Fuck…” You moaned, bucking your hips up, spreading your legs without thinking. He hummed in approval, fucking you slowly with his fingers. His lips attached onto your neck, sucking a few harsh marks making sure to put them in places where he’d know people would look. Where your ‘friends’ would see. You see, your lover was an honest man. A fair man. And he had already made plans in his mind of what exactly to do with these so-called friends of yours and once he was down worshipping you as you deserved he was going to have fun…talking… with those disgusting women.

He pulled up your top, tugging down your bra so your breasts would pop out. He wasted no time in littering your gorgeous tits with kisses, licks, and bites. “Mine. You got that darling. You’re all mine. My good girl.” His fingers got faster placing his thumb on your clit making you scream out his name over and over. His chuckle vibrated on your nipples making you shiver in pleasure. His praises booted an ego you thought was on the ground and his lips helped wash away any negativity you mind portrayed towards your lover. “you gonna cum baby? Make a mess on my fingers?”

“Yes, Bucky. Pleaasee.” Your hands flew to his hair, tugging sharply making him groan from the painful pleasure. He rubbed sharp circles on your clit helping you tip over the edge squirting all over his hands your jeans.

“Such a good girl.” You tried to sit up to inspect the damage but Bucky placed a firm hand on your shoulder, effectively pushing you back down onto the couch. “I’m going to strip you naked okay and then you are going to go have a bath while I take a call. And then I’ll join you. How does that sound?”

You know all too well that bath means he wants to fuck you in the tub. One of his favourite places to fuck you since he was surrounded by your scent and sweet candles. But the phone call scared you. Bucky is a dangerous man and a cruel and mean one. One work is going well and he wants updates or… he wants someone dead. And from what you told him prior you know he’s planning the second option. Cause in the end, Buckg was willing to kill for you. Protecting you, if that means wiping an entire continent out. You were his everything and he plans to show you that every day at every hour and every minute.

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ja3hwa · 6 months

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♡ 𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟐𝟑: 𝐏𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐞/𝐁𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 - 𝐂.𝐉𝐇 ♡

Godess Amongst Commoner

【Synopsis】 : Overhearing for so-called friends make fun of your "failures" in life made your loving mobboss boyfriend very unhappy. No one makes his Honey cry.

『Word count』 : 1.67k

-> Genre: Mafia Au. Suggestive. Sweet Love.

Paring: MobBoss!Jongho x Chubby!Reader

[Warnings] : Shitty Friends. Mention about putting on weight (which is normal). Mention of a standard. Dark thoughts. Reader hates herself. (I love you all so much.) Jongho wants to lowkey kill your friends. Pet names. Swearing. Crying. Kisses. Hickeys. Little bit of man handling. Fingering.

Thank you, @abby-grace, for requesting Jongho for this day. ♡♡♡

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It crushed you, trying so hard to lose the weight was no easy task. It was like it stuck to you. You became so insecure about it and you thought your so-called friends were supportive and loved you no matter what but it turns out they now looked at you like an outsider. All because you were a few sizes bigger than them.

You felt the restaurant, not even taking the corner to where they were sat. Knowing that if you saw you they would stop you. They would have most likely say ‘oh why are you leaving babe, don’t go’ but in reality, you now know, it was just pity. That’s how they looked at you. Like a puppy, they had no choice but to look after.

You spent the next hour walking home instead of calling for a ride, punishing yourself in a way. When you saw the gate to your front lawn you sighed feeling relief. It wasn’t that the walking was hard or anything. But you wanted nothing more than to curl up in a ball on your soft bed. What you didn’t expect was for a motorbike parked discreetly in your driveway. ‘wonder who that could be’ you thought sarcastically.

Opening the door to your house you notice the front door was unlocked, along with a pair of nice dress shoes sitting on the shoe rack. You took your own shoes off, hissing at the pain of walking for so long on small platforms. “Jong?”

“You better be laughing at yourself doll.” his deep grumble caught your laughter in your throat. He didn’t even open his eyes, just twitching slightly. He knew it was you the moment he heard the pitter-patter of your socked feet padding around the small home. He was, after all, in a line of work where he needed to be vigilant. “Why are you home anyway?”

You were hoping he wasn’t going to ask you that question 'cause he knew you were going out with your friends―that he frankly didn’t like―today. Sighing, you took a set on the lone loveseat against the other wall. you knew you would have to tell him cause if you didn’t he would just come up with his own answer. “I left 'cause I overheard….uh….” Fuck you didn’t even want to talk about what went down in fear that if you saw it aloud it would be real.

"Nothing important… it was um…” You began to panic, maybe lying would have been the better option now. Jongho goes up from the couch, moving to sit next to you, pulling your legs up to rest them over his lap. You felt a sudden feeling of disgust as he lifted your figure. How could someone like Jongho be in love with someone like you? He was toned, rugged. A handsome bachelor that could have women falling at his feet. But yet here he was. Staring at you with devotion and full of love. You were the only one in his heart… why?

“I swear if you don’t tell me right now.” He sounded threatening but in truth, you know he wouldn’t do anything to hurt you or others, without knowing you were completely okay with it. You sucked in a sharp breath, feeling a tear fall down your hot cheek. You didn’t even know when you started crying but it was like it was out of your control. You were useless, worthless, a failure and everyone's eyes. So why not he as well? Why didn’t he not leave for someone else when he clearly deserved better?

He rushed to you without a second thought, holding you close as he hushed you softly. His hand raked through your hair, soothing you while his other hand found your thigh making shapes in your plump flesh. You were so perfect to him and seeing you cry broke his heart and when you finally were able to tell him exactly what your so-called friends had said, he lost it. Sitting up he cupped your face slowly wiping your tears away as he spoke tenderly. “Honey, you are perfect no matter what anyone says. Including me. Your own opinion about yourself is all that truly matters. You are such a powerful woman and I wouldn’t be here today if it was not for you.”

His lips danced down your jaw and neck. “My pretty angel. Perfect like honey. My everything.” his hands played with the buttons of your jeans, popping them open before drawing a hand down your panties. You tried to stop him, feeling you were too ugly for him to touch you. But he protested, smacking your thigh with his free hand. “I’m going to touch you. Pleasure you like the queen you are and you are going to lay here and scream my name like a good girl.”

You whimpered, still crying but you nodded, whispering a quick “Yes..Sorry.” but he stopped your whines with his fingers gripping your chin so you’d gaze right into his intense stare.

“Don’t you ever apologize for something you never did. You aren't the reason for these tears.” He wiped one away with his thumb. “The only time you cry is when I’m pleasuring you so good. You got that Honey?”

“Yes, Sir…”

“Repeat.” He growled slipping his fingers inside your soaked cunt.

“YES Sir…Fuck…” You moaned bucking your hips up, spreading your legs without thinking. He hummed in approval, fucking you slowly with his fingers. His lips attached onto your neck, sucking a few harsh marks making sure to put them in places where he’d know people would look. Where your ‘friends’ would see. You see, your lover was an honest man. A fair man. And he had already made plans in his mind of what exactly to do with these so-called friends of yours and once he was down worshipping you as you deserved he was going to have fun��talking… with those disgusting women.

He pulled up your top, tugging down your bra so your breasts would pop out. He wasted no time in littering your gorgeous tits with kisses, licks and bites. “Mine. You got that darling. You’re all mine. My good girl.” his fingers got faster placing his thumb on your clit making you scream out his name over and over. His chuckle vibrated on your nipples making you shiver in pleasure. His praises booted an ego you thought was on the ground and his lips helped wash away any negativity you mind portrayed towards your lover. “you gonna cum baby? Make a mess on my fingers?”

“Yes, Jongho. Pleaasee.” your hands flew to his hair, tugging sharply making him groan from the painful pleasure. He rubbed sharp circles on your clit helping you tip over the edge squirting all over his hands your jeans.

“Such a good girl.” you tried to sit up to inspect the damage but Jongho placed a firm hand on your shoulder, effectively pushing you back down onto the couch. “I’m going to strip you naked okay and then you are going to go have a bath while I take a call. And then I'll join you. How does that sound?”

You know all too well that bath means he wants to fuck you in the tub. One of his favourite places to fuck you since he was surrounded by your scent and sweet candles. But the phone call scared you. Jongho is a dangerous man and a cruel and mean one. One work is going well and he wants updates or… he wants someone dead. And from what you told him prior you know he's planning the second option. Cause in the end, Jongho was willing to kill for you. Protecting you, if that means wiping an entire continent out. You were his everything and he plans to show you that every day at every hour and every minute.

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thefallennightmare · 1 year

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Moment of Weakness-one

*credit to whoever created the gif. found on google/Pinterest *

Pairings: Mob!Bucky Barnes x reader

Warnings: language, smut, angst, fluff, affair, cheating, violence.

Summary: Reader is the assistant to New York's most feared mob boss, James Buchanan Barnes. He had the picture-perfect life: status in the mob, friends, and beautiful wife. So why can't he keep his mind and eyes off of reader?

Authors Notes: I'm not too sure how long this series will be so let's just enjoy it!

Tags(open): @splendidreads @sebsgirl71479 @mdpplgtz03 @pattiemac1 @elizacusi-blog

The heels of my boots smacked against the hardwood floor as I hurried around the room, trying to finish my work. The setting sun had blasted its rays through the window, an indication that I had about a half hour left before the work day had ended and I was able to go home.

Even though I would have rather stayed longer, with him.

Part of me thought of going to ask him if he needed me to stay later tonight but that would require me going into his office and talking to him; something I had only done one or twice in the few months of me working here.

Any time he needed something, he would either write a note and leave it on my desk or send me an email. We barely spoke to each other and if we did it was a quick good morning as he was walking in and a goodnight as I was walking out.

He was always right behind me in the morning, both of us usually arriving at the same time but he would always stay much later in the evenings, long after I had gone home.

Being New York’s top mob boss was a full time gig and it kept him busy. Which is why he hired me. When I first applied for the job, I thought I would be the assistant to a C.E.O or something. Needless to say, I had been shocked on my first day when I walked in and noticed who I was actually working for.

His name was the hush gossip around town, his mob gang running the neighborhood I had lived in my whole life. It has been passed down from generation to generation. When he found out that I had lived here and remembered his grandpa running the gang before his father did, I had been hired on the spot.

When I told the people in my life of my new job, they were worried for my safety. They reminded me that I could have gotten a job anywhere in New York, why did I agree to this one?

The pay was perfect, exactly what I needed to get by and then some, but the main reason why I accepted this job was because of him. It would have been a lie if I said I didn’t find him attractive. I had to keep reminding myself, though, that it was just a crush. Nothing more.

Of course, I couldn’t help but worry on how I would be assisting him. But it ended up being the typical mundane tasks any assistant would have. Running errands for him, helping sort his meetings, taking some calls, deterring anyone he didn’t want to see or didn’t have a meeting away. There was only one person who was allowed to walk into his office freely.

Her.

With a soft sigh, I packed up all of my belongings, the clock on the wall striking six in the evening, and the thought of sitting on my couch in my lazy clothes watching trashy television brought a smile to my face.

The door behind my desk clicked open and I felt the warmth radiate from him as he walked out, a charming smile across his soft features.

“Leaving for the night?”

My eyes glanced at him and felt my heart begin to pound in my chest, the vibrations echoing up to my throat.

I nodded. “Unless you need something else from me?”

He shook his head, a smile still plastered over his face. It was almost as if he knew how much his smile made me weak in the knees. The hairs that had been slicked back when he arrived this morning were now a mess on top of his head, no doubt from him running his hand through it. With the light from the lamp on my desk, I could see the few gray hairs that peaked underneath the browns of his beard.

He looked breathtaking.

My eyes darted to his left arm, the black and gold vibranium catching the said before light and I had to force myself to look away, so I didn’t get caught staring.

Except I knew I had because he hid his hand into his jacket pocket.

“No, you go home. Enjoy the rest of the night. I’ll see you in the morning.”

“Have a good night Mr. Barnes,” I smiled with a red face at being caught.

“I already told you, Y/N. You can call me Bucky,” he insisted.

I smiled at my boss, James Buchanan Barnes, and while tossing my bag over my shoulder bid him a goodnight with a nod. I could feel his burning gaze on my backside as I walked away.

I hummed a low tune while I typed away at the computer in front of me, the list of emails waiting to be sent. Bucky had made sure that this task was my number one priority today because the monthly meeting with the other two mob gangs that ran the other neighborhood around us was coming up. He wanted to make sure that those leaders knew what was going to be discussed before they would arrive that day.

It had been held here at Bucky’s office for the last handful of years because of his reputation and position in the mob. He was well respected among the other gangs, their own leaders looking up to him. The reason for these meetings were to discuss business, of course, but also to make sure that everyone remembered who was in charge.

A large presence was felt behind me but I didn’t have to look to see who it was. A smile pulled at the corner of my lips but kept my attention on the email I had been typing.

“Need something?” I asked over my shoulder.

The blonde smirked. “I’m just wondering when you’re doing the next coffee run.”

I spun around in my chair, eyes glancing up towards the man. His beard had been a bit fuller since I saw him last week and his long hair was slicked back, his blue eyes shining bright.

“Last time I checked Rogers. I’m not your coffee runner,” I joked while standing to my feet and gave his chest a pat.

The firmness of it did not go unnoticed by me.

Steve chuckled. “It’s Buck. He’s ready for his afternoon coffee with lunch.”

I nodded. “Is he busy or can I pop in to get his order?”

He held up a piece of paper in his hand. “I already got it. Bucky wants me to go with you.”

“Sam usually comes with me,” I raised a brow. “

Steve shrugged with his hands in his pockets. “Figured you could use a change of company.”

I nodded, eagerly to spend some time with him. Steve was not only one of Bucky’s bodyguards but was also his childhood best friend. The two of them grew up together and while I didn’t speak much to Bucky, Steve and I found ourselves talking almost every free chance we could. There had been a few times our conversations had taken a flirtatious route, neither of us correcting it or changing it. What started off as fun was slowly becoming serious which confused the hell out of me.

Admittedly, he was very attractive as well but there was only one man that currently kept my wandering eyes, even if that’s all that it would come too. I wouldn’t allow it to become anything else because of her.

“Bucky does know that I don’t need someone to come with me almost every time I run errands for him, right?” I spoke.

Steve nodded. “He does but it’s company policy.”

I playfully scoffed. “Is that what you think of me, Steve? Company policy?”

There was a flash of something in his eyes and his tongue quickly darted over his lips.

“You really want to know what I think?” Steve’s voice became heavy as he took a step closer.

I met him halfway, chin raised up to him. “Yeah, I really do.”

We stared at each other, gazes burning, and I couldn’t ignore the way my stomach flipped when Steve’s bottom lip got stuck between his teeth and I knew he heard me suck in a breath when he began leaning closer.

Someone clearing their throat caused me to move away from Steve and when I saw who had caught us, my heart sunk.

Bucky stared at the two of us, lips parted in confusion. “Am I interrupting something?”

Steve sighed while shaking his head. “Always had perfect timing, Buck.”

A red blush of embarrassment covered my body and I kept my gaze at my feet while the two friends bickered back and forth. I waited for them to finish so I could make the afternoon coffee run, hoping that the rest of the day went by fast.

“James, you’re not going to believe who I ran into at the shops this morning.”

My head snapped up at the petite voice, eyes watching with jealousy as the woman placed a quick kiss on Bucky’s cheek.

“Hi, sweetheart.” Bucky mused.

Steve nodded with a smile. “Hey Natasha.”

The red head smiled back at Steve. “James keeping you busy?”

“He’s actually letting me leave with Y/N to grab the lunch order,” Steve joked while looking at me.

Natasha's gaze followed and even if her smile said one thing, the look in her eyes said something completely different: annoyance.

“How are you, Y/N?,” she asked.

I gave her my own fake smile. “Good.”

It wasn’t news to anyone that Natasha wasn’t happy about Bucky hiring me, she wanting to be the only girl in the office but as Bucky told her many times, it was his choice and his alone.

“Well, I have to fill you in on my morning,” Natasha returned her attention back to Bucky.

My broken gaze watched as she cupped his cheek to lay a kiss upon his lips, the diamond on her left-hand glimmering in the sunlight.

Steve noticed the way I longed to be in her position, so he gently nudged me. “Ready to go?”

My eyes locked with Bucky’s for a second, a small glimmer mixed with the blue pool of his iris', before I had to force myself to look away once again, now staring at Steve.

“Yep.”

Steve wrapped an arm around my shoulder and nodded a fast goodbye to Natasha and Bucky before leading me away from them.

With our backs to them, I hadn’t seen the look Bucky burned into Steve, who still had his arm nestled on top of my shoulder.

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recreationalfanfics · 10 months

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Yandere! Roman Sionis x Reader

Note: I have a huge crush on Roman Sionis (not the BoP version) so I wanted to try my hand at writing him <3 Also, I am going with the version where he can take the mask off.

Roman Sionis was a lot of things.

He was a trust fund kid who relied on daddy’s money all his life until he decided to take that money for himself.

He was a horrible business man so he turned into a mob boss, you know, as you do.

He was a whack job who had a sick and twisted obsession with you and was currently holding you captive.

But you honestly think that the worst part about him was that he was incredibly snarky and condescending. To you at least, his countless victims would most likely complain about his sadistic and brutal torture methods, but you doubt that you’d ever experience that for yourself. Mostly because Roman knew how to psychologically torture people in other ways.

“There we go, don’t you feel all pretty now?” He hummed, tilting his masked face and speaking in a way that made you know he was smirking.

The scene is tense for everyone. His gangsters stand behind the other tailors who are sobbing quietly as they sit on one knee, you can feel the uneasiness of the two tailors behind you as they silently pray and beg repentance for every sin they’ve committed, but what makes it worse is that all eyes are on you. You want to avoid speaking, one of Roman’s favorite pastimes is to find a way to misinterpret your words on purpose so he could have an excuse to kill someone, to guilt you into thinking that you were the one who condemned them to death despite him pulling the trigger. You feel your stomach churn, knowing that someone was going to die for Roman’s own amusement, and he knew it too.

“C’mon, give Daddy a twirl, yeah?” He hums.

Daddy.

You scrunch your nose in disgust. You absolutely hated it when he called himself that, it made you want to shrink into yourself, and rip your ears off so you’d never have to hear him say it again. He probably knew you hated it too, guessing by the way he chuckled at your incredibly obvious reaction, and it’s probably the only reason why he says it. Still, you do as he says because you have no choice and try to twirl for him enthusiastically. The last time you tried to be nonchalant about a gift as a form of subtle protest was when you were getting fitted for a ring, that resulted in one person losing their life and the employees getting all of their ring fingers cut off, and you know what Roman said to justify/blame it on you?

“You deserve only the best, sweetheart. If they can’t give it to you, then I don’t think they should be alive.”

Maybe in another life, where you were an equally depraved criminal, you would’ve found his words to be genuine and sweet. However, you knew that Roman Sionis was incapable of being genuine and sweet, and that this was another one of his mind games. A warning for future reference that if you wanna try and resist him, even in the most tiniest and insignificant ways, he will not stand for it.

“Absolutely stunning.” He praises, standing up to walk towards you.

You resist the urge to step away from him, no matter how strong it may be, because you know that’s another way to get someone killed. Instead you stand there, obediently like the good spouse you were, and don’t flinch when he brings a gloved hand to the diamond necklace around your neck.

“But you know me, I’m a sucker for you wearing anything expensive,” He says, almost in a tender tone as if there was some truth to his words, but you don’t think about that. Instead, you think about his next sentence:

“What do you think about it?”

You gulp and you look up at him, your eyes silently begging him not to do this to you. Not to make you have to stand outside the shop as you hear gunshots and crying, shamelessly throwing his arm around you with small droplets of blood decorating his nice white suit, and leaving you lying away from his body as your haunted by what you could have done differently even if you knew Roman wouldn’t have let you. His dark eyes stare back at you with nothing but a mischievous glee and you were on higher alert than ever.

“I love it!” You say, forcing your best smile and cheery tone.

He fidgets with your necklace between his fingers, his eyes now studying the way the diamond sparkles rather than your incredibly unconvincing expression, and he just says: “Yeah? That right?”

Still, you nod eagerly and continue to try and guess what he wants to hear: “Yeah, it looks really good on me, I think! I really like the style, a-and the material, and the uh-” You lose your train of thought as he slowly lets go of the diamond hanging from the sterling silver chain, letting it fall back down to your chest as he slowly starts to walk behind you, and the goosebumps start to rise on your skin. You didn’t like this, you didn’t like this at all, but you still tried your best to keep going, “the, um, the color is nice.”

“The color, hm?” He mumbles, his hands gently massaging your shoulders as he lowers his mouth (or where it’s supposed to be) next to your ear, “You sure about the color, sweet thing?”

You nod your head again, giving a shrill “mhm!” because your words are dying in your throat. You hated it when he got too close like this, it made you nervous, and you wanted him to get away from you. You wanted to push him off, to scream and run, but you also knew you couldn’t do that. His silence made the very blood in your veins run cold but set your mind on fire as you were trying to figure out how to salvage this already doomed moment.

“Really? Because you hate this color.” Roman states, his hands moving from your shoulders to your waist.

Someone’s sobs become a little louder than the rest and when Roman turns his head to look at them, you quickly turn around to face him again and put your hands on his chest. It does what you intended it to do because his eyes are back on you.

“I changed my mind!”

“Nah, I don’t think you did. If I recall, you absolutely hate this color because it reminds you of me.”

There’s an edge to his voice now, a petty “gotcha” kind of one. He wasn’t wrong, though, because he tried to give you something in the same horrendous color early on when he abducted you and you blew him off. Saying how you wouldn’t want something so gross and so…him. You gulp, realizing two things: 1. Roman had an excellent memory regarding you and 2. You just lied to his face.

And he hated it even more when you lied.

You stammer out apologies and excuses, anything that could help the situation but he steps away from you before taking out his concealed gun. One of the workers lets out a fearful cry and tries to back away but one his False Facers comes and grabs them by their shoulders, walking closer towards Roman despite the fearful protest of the poor innocent civilian. They were going to be the first one to die.

“I mean, c’mon, none of ya had the decency to look at how unhappy they were when they saw the color? None of you guys stopped to ask them what was wrong and fix it and put a smile on their precious little face?” He shakes his head as he loads his weapon. They beg for their lives as you try to plead with the devil himself.

“Roman, please, they probably didn’t want to go against you! Th-They knew that you knew best and I- I promise I love this color-”

You sound so pathetic, yipping at the big dog not to use his fangs, but you had no power here. No one did except for Roman Sionis, a man who never did anything other than to get more power for himself and to make others miserable, even the one he claimed to love the most.

Then it hits you.

Your body reacts faster than your mind as you take the fleeting opportunity to have one hand grab his mask and the other to grab his tie. Not even Roman was aware of what was happening as he tensed up the moment he felt your lips against his. You gripped the mask tightly in your free hand as you kept a strong hold on his tie, even pulling him closer towards you as if you were trying to chain him to you. As if forcing yourself to do this usually romantic and loving act is enough to break his need for blood. And it does.

Once Roman understands what’s going on, he drops his gun and cups your face with his hands as he kisses you back. Tilting his head to the side to deepen it and his body relaxes. You might not see it but you cloud your mind completely. His eyes stay open for a while as he sees one beautiful tear stream down your cheek before they go half lidded and he surrenders himself to this bliss.

You’re making his heart do the thing again. You did it to him the first time he met you, then you did it the second time, then so on and so forth, and here you go doing it again to him. You wonder why he’s so addicted to you, don’t worry, he does too. He wonders why he bothers with such an ungrateful little brat who doesn’t appreciate his gestures and only pays attention to the crimson that stains his hands, why he bothers with someone who sleeps on the farthest part of their bed as if Roman was some horrible monster they didn’t want to touch, but it’s times like this that he remembers why. It’s because you were the only one who could make him feel this way, who could give him a taste of what love felt like, but also made him feel so powerful when you did stuff like this as a last resort.He pulls away for air, your lips chase after him despite being out of breath as well to try and buy a little more time, but he’s just gonna tease you later and ask if he was just that damn good of a kisser.

Roman stares at you again, this time really looking at you, and his hands still cup your face gently. His pants softly under his breath as one thumb from his hand gently caresses your cheek. You stare at him with hopeful eyes and while he does love keeping you at the bottom of his heel and remind you whose in charge…he figures that this time it wouldn’t hurt to let you have your way.

“On second thought, boys,” He starts and he loves the way you edge closer to him unintentionally, “...Let ‘em go, they can be off the hook. This time.”

You let out a breath of relief but then shyly hand Roman back his mask, your hand letting go of his tie and wrapping your arm around his. As he puts on his mask, he relishes in the feeling of you resting your head on his shoulder and being more affectionate with him. Maybe you were so relieved that you managed to get through to him or maybe you were just exhausted with everything that went down but you fall asleep on his shoulder during the ride home and when he’s done admiring the sight, he gently puts his head on top of yours.

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Связи (n.) connections - five

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Pairings: mob!bucky x reader Summary: “Did you think you could hide from us? That’s adorable, little one. There’s no where on this planet where you could hide from the Shostakov Bratva and even if you did manage to evade us, the Barnes Bratva would find you. Your связи, your connections, will always come back to haunt you, Y/N.” Word count: 2.5 k Warnings: cursing gaysindistress masterlist | four | series masterlist

He fucking called me by her nickname; Lisichka.

As if forcing me to marry him, comforting me the way he used to for her, and then trying to lie to me by saying they were never together wasn’t enough. I know I told myself that I could let him love a ghost but this is too much. I can’t be her replacement.

His eyes flash for a moment before he follows me and has a door slammed in his face. It immediately opens and the sight of him standing in my doorway pisses me off to no end.

“Get out,” I grit out and my fingers itch for the department issued gun that’s locked in my nightstand drawer.

Ever the quiet and observing man, he narrows his eyes at me and then scans the room before shouldering even further in. We both know I wouldn’t make it to my nightstand before he could draw his own weapon or tackle me. So I have to let him in even if it makes my stomach rotten at the idea of having him in the same room as me after calling me her pet name.

“Get the fuck out.”

“Ask nicely.”

“We’re past pleasantries, your royal high-ass.”

“That’s an interesting nickname,” he chuckles. The sound is half mocking and half sinister. How my sister ever put up with him and how I ever had a crush on him is beyond me.

“I have plenty more where that came from,” I snapped at him and then pointed to the door, “now get out.”

He makes a show of looking over his shoulder at the door before taking another step closer to me, “and I said to ask nicely.”

“Maybe,” I start and step closer to him as well, “ if you weren’t the world’s biggest fucking asshole, I would but you are and I’m on edge so get the fuck out now.”

Amusement flickers on his face before it fades back into his usual stone cold expression. “Tell me why you stormed off and then I will.”

A sarcastic laugh explodes from me before I can stop it. “Like it really fucking matters to you,” I scoff and turn away to put as much space between us as possible. His cologne, his presence, his fucking stare is too overwhelming. “You can say you weren’t together but we all know that’s a lie. I know that’s a lie. You haven’t had any trouble telling me the truth even when it fucking hurts so what’s different now? Why can’t you just admit that there was something between the two of you and just… just stop pretending that I’m her.”

That last word is weaker and much quieter than I meant but he heard me. The whole penthouse could’ve heard me with how eerily silent and echoing it is.

It's penetrative, the silence. All consuming and forceful as it finds a way into every square inch of the room and leaves nothing left untouched by its cold hands. Before I was adopted, I would pretend the silence and I were friends as I stared into the dark void of night as I laid in bed. The other girls were afraid of me because I wasn’t scared of the dark like them but it was due to their fear that I wasn’t scared. When you’re left alone with nothing but gut wrenching silence and aching isolation, it should be no surprise that you’d make friends with it.

Now it feels like my old friends have turned their backs on me and taken the side of Bucky. What rotten creatures they all are.

“You want the truth about nat and I? We were never together because of you. She knew that you had some stupid teenage girl crush on me and she knew that it would break you if we got together. She refused to let some guy, as she put it, get between the two of you. Believe me, I’m not pretending that you’re her.”

I suck in a shuddering breath. It feels like a punch to the face but it shouldn’t. I don’t care about him. I don’t care about this marriage. I shouldn’t care that his harsh tone makes me feel like a child again or that it was me that kept them apart.

I shouldn’t care.

“Now tell me why you stormed off.”

“Isn’t it obvious?” I mutter under my breath. I drop onto my bed and fiddle with the unraveling end of a blanket, dragging it into my lap as I try to tuck it back into place. The blues, reds, and creams make me think Steve made this one but the shooty handiwork tells me that it was me with his guidance.

Bucky’s footsteps are silent as he enters my view and crouches in front of me. Thank god he doesn’t touch me but his body still cages me in so if I tried to get up, I’d run right into his chest.

“Lisichka.”

I try to suppress my flinch but he sees it. The deep sigh he lets out tells me that he was testing me and got the answer he wasn’t hoping for.

“You can’t treat me like her and then say that you’re not doing just that.” I can’t bring myself to look at him so I stare at the blanket in my lap. “You’ve completely destroyed my life in a matter of weeks. The least you could do is treat me with some respect and leave me alone.”

“Is that what you want? For me to give you space?”

I break my fixation and find him already staring intently at me.

“No. I want to put a bullet in you and watch you bleed out. Then I want to walk out that door,” I tell him with a shaking voice as I point to the door behind him, “and never look back because I’d have control over my life again. I want to disappear into the world and have peace of mind knowing that you paid for all of the shit that you’ve done to the world, to my sister, to me.”

My cruel words don’t seem to affect him. “I’ll make you another deal; after all of this is said and done, I’ll let you do that. Tomorrow I’ll have Sam set up a fund for you so that you won’t have to worry about money.”

I narrow my eyes at him as they dart between him, searching for any hint of his silver tongued ways.

“I’m going to kill you, James Buchanan Barnes. Whether it be for business or for pleasure, I will kill you.”

He holds my stare as he accepts my promise, “and I’ll be waiting with open arms.”

Wanda is by far the most intimidating woman I’ve met besides my mother and sisters. She commands a room to be silent by simply clearing her throat and makes even the most egotistical of men shrink under her sharp gaze. She’s watching me with unwavering eyes as she hums along with someone on the phone. When she sets the phone back on the receiver, she rolls her eyes and rubs her eyebrow.

“Why is it that everyone is so damn incompetent? Hm? Why can’t people just do their jobs without having to be babysat? I’m over it, y/n, I’m over it.” She sighs and leans back into her chair. “But you, you’ve always done what I asked and I wouldn’t hear from you until you gave me the report.”

“Why am I here?” I know better than to cut off her monologues but I don’t have the patience anymore.

“I can’t move Carol off the case but I don’t want her anywhere near you. She’s a loose fucking cannon and I don’t want to deal with her overprotective attitude right now. I’m sending you undercover with minimal contact.”

Shifting in my uncomfortable chair, I furrow my brows at her, “what do you mean undercover?”

“Well obviously you can’t go in under an assumed identity but I’m orchestrating your public termination so you can do a deep dive and get the evidence I need to arrest Alexei.”

“My public termination?” I blink at her with mild surprise. “You're going to ruin my reputation and any chance I have to come back to a normal life after this if you do that.”

Wanda’s eyes harden, “y/n you’re so beautiful but so naive. This operation has been in the works since the moment you stepped foot in America. Every move that you’ve made has been because I made it happen. Every thought you’ve had has been because I’ve planted it there. Everything that’s happened from then to now has been my doing. Ive spent years plucking strings and pulling favors and I will not let you of all people fuck this up for me now. You’re going to be terminated and it will be all over the papers so that no one even bats an eye. You will find me the fucking paper trail that leads to Alexei’s shipments and connects him to Dreykov’s murder and you will do it with a fucking smile.”

I now have four people on my shit list; my father, my husband, my ex girlfriend, and this red headed fed.

I can’t even be upset by yet another shitty revelation about how my life has been a lie. Just as she put it, I’m over it, Wanda I’m over it.

A sigh isn’t enough to describe the way I push out all of the air from my lungs. I remind myself of a disappointed dad but then again my father is the disappointment in our relationship.

“Anything else you want from me? My right lung? My kidney? My heart?”

“Don’t be dramatic,” Wanda scoffs lightly and waves me off. “If I wanted those, I would’ve taken them already.”

“Well,” I click my tongue and push out of my chair, “if that’s all, then I’m going to use my savings to buy all the strippers and blow money can buy.”

Wanda gives me a bored and almost annoyed look. “Dont fuck this up and definitely dont do that. I won’t bail you out of jail or let anyone else for that matter.”

“At this point being locked up would be preferable to the shitshow you’ve made out of my life. At least there I could get some fucking peace and quiet.”

With that I walk out of her office and nearly run into the third person on my shit list; Carol.

“Oh for the love of god,” I mumble under my breath and slide past her. She goes to grab my arm and before I can even realize what I’m doing, I have my gun drawn on her and the entire precinct is on high alert.

“Y/N stand down.” Tony’s voice is uncharacteristically soft as he approaches from behind. His hands are out in front of me to show he’s not a threat and I immediately drop my stance to hand him the gun. My eyes are still on Carol as I let Tony disarm and cuff me. He goes to pull me away after the tight metal is around my wrists but I hold my position.

I mumbled “пошла на хуй” before spitting at her feet. Tony gives my bound arms a sharp tug. The disgusted look on Carol’s face satisfies the Shostakov in me and I half stumble over myself to follow after the police captain.

I catch Wanda’s eye on the way to Tony’s office. She’s pleased but is trying to hide it.

Good. I just made her job that much easier.

“You got yourself fired?”

Rubbing at my sore wrists, I roll my eyes at Sam’s question. “No, I was actually promoted. I’m now the chief of police for all of the NYPD.”

“I could do without the sarcasm, fuck stick,” he grumbles back as he makes a hard left turn, sending me flying around in the backseat.

“And I could do with the rude names and being thrown around like I’m a pinball.”

“Don’t be an ass to me then.”

“It goes both ways.”

“Enough both of you,” Bucky finally groans from the passenger seat. He twists in his seat enough to point at me, “and you need to cap your anger issues. The last few outbursts may have worked in your favor but it isn't going to go your way every time. Like it or not, you’re expected to be the face of my Bravta as my advisor as well as my wife.”

“пошла на хуй.”

Bucky’s brows furrow at the insult, “пошла на хуй? Seriously Y/N?”

“Oh was I not clear enough the first time? I’ll say it in English then; go fuck yourself.”

Sam stifles a chuckle and is rewarded with a hard glare from Bucky.

“Think about it; after being MIA for years, the lost Shostakov daughter turns up in the NYPD with an incredibly successful career and is known for working with the feds but now she wants back in? Doesn't that all seem suspicious to you? Everyone is going to be watching you and looking for a reason to kill you before Antonia does.”

“I don’t need your advice, Bucky. I know what I’m doing.”

“Do you though? Does that fed Wanda or your captain Anthony know what they’re getting themselves into?”

“There’s a difference,” I spit out while years of unchecked teenage rage that was never released comes to the surface, “Alexei is my father. I know how his mind works. I know his weaknesses and his strengths. I know who he’s going to trust and who he won’t. I know how he likes his morning coffee. I even know when he’s going to shit for god's sake.”

Bucky isn’t impressed by me at all. But then again this is the king of being cold and indifferent we’re talking about here. He’s also single handedly the most attractive yet infuriating man I’ve ever met. I don’t think I’ve ever wanted to kiss someone as badly as I do him while also wanting to break his nose. It’s truly my worst nightmare.

“Are you done?”

My face screws up in shock and pure rage. “What the fuck kind of question is that? ‘Are you done?’ You Козёл, I should cut your fucking…”

Sam can’t contain his laughter anymore and lets it all out. My husband joins in with his own laughter and my jaw drops from their audacity.

I’ve apparently lost the ability to intimidate people so I cross my arms over my chest and slump back into the seat.

“I’m glad you two can find the humor in all of this.”

Their laughter doesn’t stop but it lessens to mere chuckles and Sam even wipes a few tears away. Bucky turns to face me again and is greeted with a death stare to rival Nesta Acheron’s.

“You called me a goat. You can’t tell me that you wouldn’t have laughed if the roles were reversed.” He says in a breathy tone. I only hardened my glare. “I’m sorry, okay? It wasn’t right to laugh at that but y/n, you need to watch your back. I need you to watch your back.”

Quite frankly I don’t care what he wants or needs. I don’t care what anyone else thinks anymore. If I’m expected to play the part of Alexei’s daughter and Bucky’s wife then fine, I’ll do it but it's going to be on my terms.

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Safest with You (Ch. 8 - The Cab)

5K / Modern AU Retired Mob Enforcer!Din Djarin x fem!Reader

Summary: Unable to be apart from you, Din decides to be more honest.

Warnings: Angst and pining again, but the return of fluff at the end, some insecure!Din, pet names as usual (pretty bird, baby, sweetheart, etc.)

A/N: Just so you don’t think my imagination is that cheesy, the waiter with the folded napkin actually happened to me (The Woman was Too Stunned to Speak)😂 Thank you for your patience as I posted some other pieces before this one and as always for reading! Hope everyone is having a good 2024 so far!

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Your friends are more than a little surprised to see you show up teary eyed at brunch the next day; like you, they had expected your third date with Din would end with earth shattering orgasms, not a heart shattering goodbye.

You cry while you tell them about the date and how it ended. They’re as confused as you have been about what happened; you mumble, “He just said it wasn’t a good fit,” hanging your head.

Rory, predictably, goes straight to revenge, “Do we hate him? Should we key his car?”

Lifting your head because you know she’s only 37% kidding, you say softly, “No. He was kind about it. And he’s allowed, you know? He’s allowed to call it quits after three dates. We really only knew each other for two weeks.”

You cross your arms on the table and lay your head down. You're a jumble of raw emotions right now: confusion over the sudden change in Din's feelings, distress over having possibly done something to precipitate that change, but mainly sadness over the loss of what could have been. You realize now that you had harboured high hopes for what a potential future with Din might be like, and those hopes had been the source of some most welcomed feelings of excitement and optimism over the past few weeks - to have them dashed, so unexpectedly too, has left you crushed and at a bit of a loss. Had you done something wrong? You think you must have, and that thought has you biting back tears of disappointment in yourself.

Lala strokes your hair as you sniffle quietly, “…I didn’t even get to fuck him.” You bury your face in your arms with a whine. It feels a little better to make jokes.

“Aw babe, I’m so sorry. We all know how much you wanted to fuck him. We wanted you to fuck him too,” Bea sympathetically rubs your back.

“You know… it’s probably good you didn’t sleep with him, babe. Like, it would have been really shitty for him to sleep with you and then break up with you after,” Katie muses out loud.

Propping yourself up on your chin, you lament, “He wouldn’t have done that. He’s too sweet.”

“Is now a good time to mention that Mark is still single?”

“JEN!!!!”, the other girls yell. But you laugh, a small laugh but it’s genuine.

“What?! I asked if it was a good time? Sheesh!! Plus it made her laugh, okay?”

You lay your head back down on your arms, and listen to your friends chatter. They know you well enough to know that you don’t want to keep talking about it, and that you’ll feel the most comfort from just being in their supportive presence.

Lala and Bea make sure to periodically let you know they’re there with a gentle rub of your back or arm until the food arrives, and when you dig into your eggs you feel slightly better.

Just over a month passes before you see Din again.

During that same time, Din sees you twice: once intentionally and a second by accident.

The first time is the day after your last date. He goes to the restaurant where he knows you and your friends have your standing brunch date, hoping you would seek the comfort of your friends after an upsetting night. He doesn’t go in, but does peer in through the window to look for you; even though your back is to him, he can tell it’s you and moreover, he can tell you’re crying. Din feels as if his heart has been ripped out of his chest, remembering your hurt and confused face from the night before. As he watches you lay your head on the table and your friend stroke your hair lovingly, he fights the urge to burst into the restaurant and beg you to take him back. He’s desperate to tell you it was all a mistake and that he can’t bear to be apart from you, but the voice in his head that wouldn’t quiet yesterday night is still there, telling him you’re better off without him and far away from what his world entails. When he sees your food arrive, and that you’re in better enough spirits to eat, he leaves feeling assured that your friends will take good care of you, and, although it depresses him to think this, certain that soon he will be but a distant memory for you.

The second time Din sees you is three weeks later when he’s out for a run and he passes a park that seems to be hosting a big dog meet up. Din quickly realizes that all the dogs are the same breed as Al and he stops to scan the crowd looking for you, but Al spot him first. Tail wagging, Al separates from the group and jogs over to the edge of the park where Din is standing – excited and full of energy; Din leans over the fence and pets the exuberant pup, “Hey buddy! Miss you so much. You being a good boy?” He scratches Al all over his head and neck, making sure to give him a few extra ear rubs that Din knows he likes. Din’s missed Al and is pleasantly surprised to see him, but his heart leaps at the realization that you must be nearby. He spots you finally, talking with some dog people, and when he sees your lips say, Where’s Al? he gives a final pat to the dog, knowing that it won’t be long before you’re coming over. Although Din tells Al to go back to you, the normally obedient dog is not budging, he stays with his tail wagging and now barking at Din excitedly. Out of options, Din moves behind a nearby tree so not to be spotted when you inevitably notice where all the racket is coming from. As he predicted, you come over to fetch Al, “What are you doing over here by yourself, silly boy? Were there some squirrels? Are you yelling at the squirrels?” you coo at the dog, who’s bouncing up and down, still barking. You give Al a bunch of kisses, then lean over and whisper in his ear; happily, Al waits to trot by your side back to the group of other dogs while you give the area a quick look to see if you can ascertain what drew your dog over here in the first place. And that’s when Din finally looks upon your face. The picture of you and Al from the farmer’s market on his phone that Din’s been starting at over the past few weeks is nothing compared to the real thing. Your smile is as warm and inviting as ever, and your eyes bright and full of glee; he knew he wasn’t over you, but he didn’t realize his heart could further break until the thought strikes him that you would never again look at him with an expression like that. He waits until you’ve rejoined the group in the park before reluctantly resuming his jog and leaving you and Al behind once again.

“I’m stuffed,” you moan, holding your stomach. Your friends are all doing some variation of the same gesture and nod in agreement having just finished a delicious birthday dinner for Katie at her favourite Italian restaurant. Great food, even better drinks, and loving company – it was the perfect birthday celebration. It’s a shame you’re all too full for cake or dessert.

“Can we postpone birthday dessert to brunch?” groans Katie.

That sounds like a fantastic idea, you can’t eat any more tonight, “You’re the birthday girl! We can do anything you want," you grin.

“Maybe what she wants for her birthday is for you to go back in and get that waiter’s number? Didn’t you think the waiter was cute?” Jen says, purposefully avoiding Katie’s look of incredulousness.

He had been cute. And he had folded a napkin into a rose and placed it next to your plate when he served you. Then when you had joked that you weren’t the birthday girl, he had come back and with folded roses for all the girls. Yes, it was super cheesy, but sweet. And maybe, just maybe, you might have been tempted to give him a chance if it wasn’t for a certain curly haired, brown eyed boxer that you knew could be a hundred times sweeter, who you knew you would be comparing him to in every other way as well. Even now, more than a month after you last saw Din, you didn’t think there was any actual competition. You must have a far away look in your eyes, because Bea wraps her arms around you and looks at Jen, “What about Mark? What would Mark say if he knew you were cheating on him with some waiter?” This snaps you back to the present with a giggle. The girls all laugh and you give each other prolonged goodbye hugs and cheek kisses, before you leave them to catch a cab in the opposite direction. Shouting love yous and promises to each message when you get home safe, you turn and head down the street and around the corner.

The neighbourhood you’re in is lively at this time of night, lined with busy restaurants and cafes that are finishing up last service, and a few clubs that are just getting their night started. With all the activity and bright lights, you don’t have any qualms about be out by yourself, but you are finding yourself a bit cold so you hope to catch a cab sooner rather than later. The dress you wore for dinner has long sleeves but is backless, which had been sufficiently warm earlier in the evening, but now that there’s a bite to the air, you’re starting to shiver a little. You decide to wait on the curb right outside a club that seems fairly busy already, reasoning it’s probably a high traffic area or at least it will be easy to grab a taxi after it drops off clubgoers.

You miscalculated. Not a lot of cabs are going down this street tonight for some reason, and the two that you do spot with their lights on either don’t see you or are claimed by other people first. You’re starting to get cold for real, hugging yourself and rubbing your arm with the hand that isn’t raised in the air.

“Allow me,” says a deep voice from behind you. You turn to find Din standing close, with his arm already out to hail the next free cab that comes down the street.

“Thank you,” you say quietly. You’re not sure where he came from, and are very surprised he’s there at all. It’s been weeks since you’ve seen him, but here he is handsome as ever. He’s dressed in a sharp dark suit, his matching dress shirt neatly buttoned, but no tie – he looks so good. His broad shoulders are stretching his suit jacket in all the right places, and the suit sleeves hug his muscular arms perfectly snug. This time when you shiver, you know it’s more than the crisp night air that’s giving you the chills. Din looks down at you over the rim of his black framed glasses with a soft expression, and without a word, takes off his jacket and drapes it over your shoulders; his free hand then slips under the front of the jacket and around your waist, settling on your lower back where your backless dress allows him to touch your cool, bare skin. He murmurs, “It’s cold out,” before gently pulling you in towards him. You’re close enough to smell him now – the scent of his cologne alone makes you press your thighs together a little; you place you hands gently on his hard chest before lightly trailing your fingers down and wrapping your arms around him. Feeling the hand on your back press you closer, you rest your cheek against his chest and close your eyes. The two of you stand like this, comfortably holding each other in silence for a few minutes before a taxi pulls up.

Din reluctantly pulls away from you to open the back door of the cab; after helping you in, he opens the front passenger door to speak to the driver directly. He gives the driver your address, and then to your shock, pulls out his wallet and you see him take out several hundred-dollar bills and hand them to the driver, “Sir, it’s very important to me that this lady gets home safe, and I know I can count on you. For your help, please keep anything over the meter as a tip, a thank you from me.”

The driver is similarly surprised, but takes in Din’s imposing figure and gives him a confident nod, “No problem, sir. Consider it done.”

Din makes a point to look at the driver certificate, “Thank you, Carl,” patting the driver on the shoulder before closing the door. He comes around the still open back seat door and crouches so you’re making eye contact with him from your seat. “Thank you, Din. You didn’t need to do that,” you say softly, but with a look of gratitude so he know you’re truly touched. Din reaches in the cab to tuck a loose piece of hair behind your ear, “Need to know you’re safe,” he says tenderly, letting his hand cradle your cheek.

He pauses for a moment, almost unsure, then asks, “Were you out here on a date?”

You don't know if there is any other intended meaning behind the question, but you give a little chuckle, “No, I was out for Katie’s birthday dinner; we went to Luigi’s. Everyone else shared a cab over the bridge and I walked over here to catch a cab uptown.” You’re not sure, but you think you see a flicker of relief flash across Din’s face. “What about you? You here to do some clubbing? This music seems really your style,” you tease.

Din laughs when at that exact moment, the door of the club opens and the loud cacophony of electronic beats spills out into the street. You smile wide at Din and he’s elated; his hand still on your face, he softly strokes your cheek with his thumb as you smile at one another. He’s about to answer with a quip of his own, when a loud voice from near the club doors calls his name, “Din!! Are you coming in or what?”

Din stills his hand and turns his head to give the person a nod. You move your head and peer around Din to see who he’s speaking to; you catch a brief glimpse of Vanessa, dressed up to the nines for the club, spinning around on her 4-inch heels and stomping back into the club.

Oh. You fold your hands in your lap and look down, fiddling with your fingers. You’re starting to feel a bit stupid for imagining that there might still be a spark between you and Din. It seems that you might not be out on a date, but of course he could be.

Din knows exactly what you’re thinking and is quick to correct you, “We’re not here together - I’m doing a security escort tonight. Just making sure my old boss’ niece and her friends get in to the club safely; Vanessa's just part of the group.”

“You don’t owe me any explanations,” you shrug, defeated.

Din tips your face up gently, and says sadly, “What if I want to owe you an explanation?”

You bring both of your hands to his face and search his eyes, afraid you might be misunderstanding his words. “Din,” you whisper. And then his lips meet yours. It’s as if he never stopped kissing you – his kiss is so warm and familiar, you hadn’t fully realized until this moment the extent of how much you missed it. And him.

You’re both slow to break apart, looking deeply into the other’s eyes with longing. Din speaks first, “Pretty bird, I’ve missed you so much. I never should have walked away; I’ve thought of you every day since.”

You look at him softly, “I’ve missed you too.”

“I’m so sorry for leaving. I can’t tell you how much I’ve regretted hurting you. I’m so sorry, baby,” Din pleads with something close to desperation in his eyes.

You pull him in by his collar and kiss him again, this time more intensely than before, your desire and neediness bubbling to the surface. As you thread your fingers through Din’s curls, he leans further into the cab, bracing one hand on the car seat and the other grabbing your upper thigh where the hem of your dress ends. Where his hand touches your bare skin, you feel a warmth radiate and you gasp softly into Din’s mouth. He takes this as permission to deepen your kisses, opening his mouth, his tongue begging to be let in. Allowing him access, you moan softly a he licks into you. Fuck. You had forgotten what a good kisser he was. You pull away gently, still not sure what any of this means, and open your eyes to see Din looking at you like he used to, with adoration and hunger. You have a million questions, and out of habit, you look over to the driver to ask if he minds giving you some more time before starting the fare. Unsurprisingly, Carl seems totally unbothered and committed to not paying attention to what’s happening in the backseat; the generous tip from Din having secured his patience and discretion. Din is reading your thoughts: you deserve answers and all the time needed for those answers; he cups your face with his hands to redirect your attention back to him, “I should get back to work now, pretty bird. But we’ll talk, okay?” He hopes you can read the assurance he’s trying to convey with his eyes. Nodding, you start to take off his jacket, but Din stops you, pulling it back over your shoulders, “Keep it, sweetheart. It’s cold.”

“I’ll get it back to you,” you promise. Soon, I hope, your eyes plead.

Din understands the unspoken request, “I know you will.” He presses his lips to yours softly one last time as a promise of his own, “Let me know when you make it home safe, baby.”

Gently closing your door, Din knocks twice on the roof of the car to indicate to the driver that it’s time to depart. You look out the window, and softly hold Din’s gaze as the cab drives away.

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After you get home, you walk Al, check in with the group chat to make sure everyone made it home, then change out of your dinner clothes. Washing off your make up, you send Din a quick text: 5 stars cab ride. Thank you for making sure I get home safe. You never deleted Din’s contact or the text conversation, and now as you scroll up through your old messages, you’re reminded of how easy and flirty your banter used to be. You still don’t know what happened the night of Jimmy’s fight to change how Din felt about you and until you find out, despite tonight’s kisses and confessions, you can’t be sure that he feels the way you do, and this thought has your heart sinking a little.

After distractedly finishing a few odd tasks around the apartment and unsuccessfully picking up your book a few times, you decide to go to bed when your phone dings.

Pretty bird, are you still up? Has Al gone for his walk yet?

Al’s gone out already!

Do you think…he wants to go out again?

Your phone rings before you can respond; it’s Din, and you can’t help but smile when you answer, “Hello? Din?”

“Hey pretty bird, do you think Al might be up for a second walk tonight?”

You look at your dog peacefully snoozing next to you on the couch, unawares, “Probably! Are you off work soon?”

“I’m downstairs right now, if that’s okay.”

You feel your heartbeat quicken. You ask for 5 minutes and use it to pull on some sweats and swap out your underwear for a sexy black lace set, the same set you had worn for Din the last time you had seen him. Picking this particular set wasn’t intentional, but putting lingerie on to match your mood is; you don’t know what you’re expecting, but your desire for this man didn’t diminish during your time apart and you can’t help the warmth of want that’s been building in you since you saw him a few hours ago.

As you and Al walk through the front doors, your first thought is of how familiar and comfortable this feels; a late night dog walk together that you’ve looked forward to many times. Your second thought is of just how goddamn hot Din is. His hair, longer than you remembered, had been slicked back a little for work, but now it’s a mussed up and looks soft and touchable again. You favourite pair of his glasses are comfortably perched on his distinct nose, one of your favourite features of his handsome profile. His facial hair is a little scragglier than a month ago, but you like it – it makes his greys more distinct, the sight of which is making you a little weak in the knees. You internally scold yourself to get it together so you don’t throw yourself at him when you get close enough. Din’s smile for you is wide and genuine but with a hint of shyness. However, for Al, Din’s squatting down, arms out wide, welcoming Al’s slobbery kisses and excited pawing.

“Ok, Al, calm down,” you tell the dog, even though you yourself feel anything but calm. You hand Din his jacket, which you brought down with you, “Guess you really wanted your jacket back, eh?”

Din takes it from you and puts it on in a smooth motion, “Thank you. I do really want this jacket back. I really missed this jacket. It’s the best and most perfect jacket. I’m lost without this jacket.”

You chuckle and pull him in by the lapels of said jacket for a kiss. Slow and sweet, you press your lips to Din’s and breath in his scent as his arm wraps around your waist and pulls you in gently. The two of you stay like this, reveling in each other’s touch for a few minutes before moving apart, as if you both know things can’t progress further until you address what’s unsaid between you. You walk hand in hand for about half a block in silence before you’re the one brave enough to broach the topic.

“Din,” you look at him with unsure eyes, “what happened? I thought everything was going so well. Did something happen the night of Jimmy’s fight? Did I do something wrong? Did… your friends not like me?”

“Oh, pretty bird, god no,” Din stops walking, so he can face you. He’s devastated that you might have thought this whole time that you were somehow at fault for his mistakes, although he should have known that your instinct would be to try and take accountability for when things went wrong. He looks at your anxious face and hope he is showing the proper amount of sincerity with his expression and voice, “You didn’t do anything wrong, baby. You could never. You were sweet, and perfect, and funny, and smart, and everyone loved you. I promise. I… it was…you were so lovely – you are so lovely… and all I could see.. I- shit…”

You lead Din by the hand to a sidewalk bench so he can collect his thoughts. When you’re both seated, Din sighs and takes a deep breath before he starts again, “I need to tell you something about me, pretty bird.” He’s nervous, his deepest insecurity about his relationship with you about to be spoken out loud, “I’m… not a good guy.” He shakes his head a little when he sees you’re about to protest, and presses on, “You know how I worked in personal security? It wasn’t just body guarding work or escorting people’s nieces to clubs… I… hurt people. And sometimes when I do that work again, I have to hurt people still.”

Your face is neutral as you take in Din’s words, but you don’t recoil from him or look like you want to run away, so he continues.

“The people that I worked for, that Paz and the rest of the guys… the Mandos, still work for… it’s really one person. A family really. The Fett family… I don’t know if you’ve ever heard anything… or read about them in the paper? Well…”

You shake your head a little; you haven’t but you think you know what Din is alluding to, and you’re getting a more complete picture of what Din meant when he said he came from a different “world”. You can tell he has so much more to say, to explain, so you stay silent.

“…I’ve known them all my life. All the Mandos have. Boba, he’s the head of the family, he was like a second dad to me growing up, and one of my dad’s best friends. I’ve known him and the family a long time… they’re not bad people, I swear, pretty bird. But… they’re involved in some not so savoury businesses… the type of business that make protection and security… essential. Which is where the Mandos come in… and where I came in. Some of the people involved in these kinds of businesses… unsavoury is probably too kind of a word to describe them. And those were the kind of people that were there at the fight that night. They were all around and… baby, you were so lovely and perfect, and you had no idea the type of filth you were surrounded by. I thought, how could I pull you down to that level? Get you dirty like that? Like, literally, you got bloodied.” Din hangs his head.

“I felt so guilty dragging you into that world… so, I let you go. You’re too good and sweet to be around people like that. People like… me.” Din can’t even look at you as he finishes.

To say you’re surprised by this confession is an understatement. Never in a million years would you have guessed that Din walking away had been for your (perceived) benefit; you’re also not sure how to go about correcting him of some of the falsities that he’s convinced himself of, namely that you’re somehow too good to be in his world, but you think you have to address the most egregious one first. Bringing the hand that Din isn’t cradling in his up to his face, you gently stroke his jaw with your thumb so he will meet your eye; you want, no need, him to hear you,

“How can you say you’re not a good guy, Din? You’re the kindest guy, the most considerate guy. The things you’ve done? First, I want you to know, anything you tell me about that type of work or your family. I will never tell anyone, okay? Please know you can trust me. Second, I don’t need to know any details and I am positive that anything you’ve done, you did out of necessity and never out of cruelty. Do you know how I know that without knowing any of the particulars? Because you are a good man. You can harness so much strength and power, and yet, you choose to be so, so gentle; you approach everyone and everything with care – it’s evident in the way you treat me, Al, your friends and the way you speak of your dad, the community, the guys at the gym, even the Fett family. You take care of people. That’s who you are.” You ask again, “How can you say you’re not a good guy?” Tilting your head at Din, you search his eyes, willing him to understand how you feel, “I don’t know what you thought I would think of you, but nothing will change my mind – you’re selfless, loyal… a protector.”

Din looks into your eyes and finds the sincerity and kindness that he’s been missing from his life for the past month; how could you be so loving and kind to him after he had hurt you, made you cry? The way you looked that night crying, was not one he would easily forget. He vows to never make you cry like that again if he can help it; every other concern he had about bringing his world into your life has evaporated in this moment with your tender words. He should have known you would be pragmatic, thoughtful and open-minded. He should have trusted you to have been able to handle the truth; he feels like he owes you another apology. Instead, he simply whispers thank you, before descending on you and kissing you fervently, urged by the want and urgency that has accumulated from having been away from you for so long.

This feels so right. It feels perfect to have Din’s hands on you again. To have his mouth on yours, his tongue trailing over your tongue, his teeth lightly nipping your bottom lip. But you can’t assume he’s thinking or hoping for the same thing you are, not after last time. You pull away gently, and look at Din with an expression he can’t quite read, something between pleading and uncertainty, “Din… is this for tonight only? It’s okay if it is, I just don’t want to assume I know what you want.”

Din tips your face to his so that there can be no possibility for misunderstanding, “Oh, pretty bird. It can be, if that’s what you want. But if you’ll give me a second chance, I’m yours. I’m yours even if you don’t, if I’m being honest.”

That’s all you need to hear, and you launch yourself at Din, slamming into his body, practically laying across his lap as you attach your lips to his. Kissing him over and over, unable to keep from smiling, you moan slightly when Din’s hands wander down to your backside, giving both cheeks a hard squeeze and not letting go, using his grip to pull you up into him. He’s grinning now too, deepening his kisses, unable to keep his happiness from spilling over into your mouth.

Climbing off of him, and slightly breathless as you stand, you reach your hand out to Din, “Do you want to come up?” Din places his hand in yours and gets up; towering over you, he looks down at your beaming face and can’t help but smile back, “I really, really do, pretty bird.”

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Undercover Problem

Summary: You volunteered to go on an undercover mission without really reading the mission report or acknowledging that there would be someone going with you. When you learn that you would have to pretend to be married to Marcus Pike on this mission you end up having a nervous breakdown. Because you're 34. And you have never been kissed.

Pairing: Marcus Pike x fem. reader (though it can be read as gn. reader)

Worcount: 2.8k

Rating: G

Warnings: made up facts about the FBI and undercover missions, anxiety attacks, food, fluff, humour as a coping mechanism, fluffffff

A/N: This goes out to all the late bloomers (and everyone else who just want to read a cheesy first kiss) If I missed anything that makes the reader gender neutral let me now. I tagged this as fem. reader because I always write with a female reader in mind.

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You walked through the FBI headquarters with, what you hoped looked like, a professional smile plastered to your lips, nodding at anyone who greeted you. Trying to appear not like you were fleeing to your office.

You could only hope nobody could see the anxiety attack that you were on the verge of having.

The door of your office was almost in front of you when you heard your name being called behind you by a familiar voice.

Closing your eyes you took a deep breath, before you changed your destination towards the women's bathroom. Somewhere where you wouldn’t have to tell him to leave you alone.

“I gotta use the restroom quickly. I’ll find you after,” you turned around briefly, catching Marcus Pike’s eyes for a fleeting moment before you practically ran down towards the restroom.

This was fine.

It would be totally fine.

You were fine.

Sitting on the toilet seat in the thankfully empty bathroom you massaged your temples, taking deep breaths. You had finally stopped shaking, your chest fully and slowly expanding as your lungs filled with much needed air.

It shouldn’t have taken you by surprise that the meeting you had just attended was about the mission your boss had approached you about earlier this week. For years you had worked on getting information on Claudio Monero, the highest ranking mob boss of the Monero Mafia clan in the States.

It was your first big case and you were proud of the progress you made not only in your division, but in working with many different crime divisions at the bureau.

Claudio Monero also was involved in art crimes, which was the reason you had been working closely with Agent Marcus Pike, Senior Agent of the FBI art crime division.

He was…. Honestly made straight out of a fairytale. He was funny, he was caring, he had your breakfast order down after three days of meeting for the first time and he was so fucking handsome in an almost annoying way. You sometimes asked yourself if he was real.

You caught female (and male) Agents secretly swooning over him more than once in the break room. And you couldn’t blame them.

You definitely had a crush on him, which also was your problem because… you had no fucking idea how to act on it. If you would act on it that was.

Because the… maybe sad or let's say unique/different/annoying fact was, that at the tender age of 34 you had never been on a date. Or been kissed. Or… well you get the idea.

And up until Marcus Pike strolled into your life with his smile and dimples and warm brown eyes, you never really thought about another man (or woman) like that. Like you wanted to know what made them laugh. How they spend their lazy Sunday mornings. How they tasted.

But ever since then it was like a switch was flipped in your brain and you had no idea what to do.

Was this how teenagers felt in puberty? Because your parents more than once told you that they felt like you skipped that part of growing up and went straight to adulthood at the tender age of thirteen.

Only one friend knew about your… lack of experience. You had tried to tell someone else once a long time ago, only to find out they had told everyone they knew about it, making you the weird one. Ever since then you lied about it to not feel like a weirdo. God you were a mess.

Which brought you to your current problem.

Claudio Monero would be in Washington next week for a charity gala and the FBI had managed to get two invitations. Two agents would pose as newly married couple Colin and Riley Rogers who had made a name for themselves selling forged art.

That should have been your first hint on who would go undercover with you.

You volunteered to go undercover when you heard about it the first time and your boss had a long talk with you, because this would be your first time going undercover.

She only did not mention everything that would be included on the mission.

You probably should have read the fine print when she gave you the mission report.

There you would have read that not only are the two undercover Agents freshly married and very in love, no. That married couple also was open about visiting swinger parties, something Claudio Monero was heavily involved in and known for in the community.

Which meant that the FBI Agents also would attend one of his swinger parties in two weeks that he had planned in DC. Of course without the intention of…. Partricipating in any kind of sexual relations (the FBI could not force their Agents to have sex for the sake of getting information, though they did not explicitly forbid it).

Had you known that, you probably hadn’t volunteered like the dumb idiot you were.

That was the first time today you almost had a nervous breakdown in the fully seated meeting room as your boss presented the plan for the undercover mission.

But then you learned that the other Agent who would go undercover with you, the man you would have to pretend to be newly wedded and very much in love with, would be Agent Marcus Pike.

You don’t remember much of the meeting after that, only his eyes on you, his stupid pretty face giving you an encouraging smile that slowly dropped the longer he looked at you, replaced by a frown and maybe even concern the longer you had been stuck in the meeting.

You bolted out of the door as soon as the meeting was finished.

This… was a fucking mess.

But you could do it. Right?

You knew that your co-workers were wondering about your private life after working together for almost ten years and never bringing anyone to any kind of Christmas party or get-together you had throughout the years.

More than once had Agent Murphy tried to ask you out, only for you to shut him down firmly last year. He spread some rumours about you being uptight and difficult after but you couldn’t care less.

Now you wondered if Marcus had heard those rumours too.

God, Marcus.

You’d have to get close to him. Closer than you ever had been with anyone really. Or you could… quit. Move to another country and live on a tiny Greece island and make feta cheese until you die.

There was a knock on the door and you jumped to your feet.

“Sorry. I’ll be right out,” you called, releasing a sigh.

“Are you okay?” It was Marcus. Of course it was.

You looked at the mirror over the sink before you grabbed a paper towel and cleaned your mascara off your cheeks. You didn’t even remember that you cried? Your eyes were red though, nothing you could do about it now.

“Can you let me in?” he asked, his voice now quieter.

You kept looking at yourself in the mirror. Calming yourself down. You had to get it over with. Even though living out your life out in this public restroom had a nice ring to it, you knew you couldn’t hide here forever. And Marcus was right outside.

Deep down you knew that you couldn’t ask for a better partner to go undercover than him. And you wouldn’t even have to play being in love with him.

Oh shit did you really just admit that to yourself?

He said your name and you walked over to the door unlocking it. He slowly opened it, looking at you with those warm brown eyes.

You took a deep breath.

“I need to talk to you,” you said.

“If it’s about the mission. I can request someone else if you’re not comfortable with me going with you. You worked long on this case, you should be the one seeing it through,” he said.

Your heart warmed. Anyone else would insist on being on this mission to take the credit, but not him. You shook our head.

“That’s… That’s not it. Can we… Can we go to my office? There’s something I have to tell you,” you said quietly.

“Of course,” he nodded, giving you a small smile.

“Good,” you nodded too.

“I’ll meet you there in five minutes?” he asked.

“Okay.”

His eyes lingered on you for another moment before he turned around and walked towards the elevator, probably to his office which was on another floor.

You, in the meantime, went to your office to google how expensive living on a greece island was.

He brought cake. And the good coffee from the first floor.

Of course he did.

He sat down across from you while you took a sip from your coffee.

Apparently living in Greece wasn’t as cheap as you thought, so you decided the best plan was to come clean to Marcus about your… lack of experience of… literally anything that had to do with love.

Easy peasy.

Even if he would judge you for it, you trusted him to keep your secret and not be mean about it.

“You’re quiet,” he observed.

“I’m thinking,” you replied, reaching for the cake. Lemon sponge. Another one of your favourites.

“About what?”

“About my reaction earlier,” you took a bite.

“Looked to me like you didn’t read the report before,” he teased and you rolled your eyes.

“Guilty.”

“I get it. It’s your first undercover mission and of course it’s the one where you get to pretend to be into some kinky shit with a complete stranger. It’s not perfect.”

“That’s not it. I just… Fuck. Okay,” you took a deep breath and Marcus raised his left eyebrow, eying you warily.

“I have never been in love. Ever. I don’t know if something’s wrong with me or if I’m just… oblivious if someone along the way has been interested in me in that way but…” you shook your head, "pretending to be freshly married and in love and in some kinky shit? Yeah I should have read the fucking report before,” you laughed nervously, taking another bigger bite of your cake to shut yourself up.

You avoided Marcus' eyes, not really wanting to see his reaction.

“If you save you have never been in love before, you mean…” you looked at him and he tilted his head.

“Yeah. I’ve never… kissed someone. Or… had sex. Which doesn’t mean I might not be into some kinky shit but I’ve never….”

He parted his lips in surprise while you shoved more of the cake into your mouth. You focused on chewing the cake while Marcus processed the news.

“I have to admit you caught me off guard there. But.... It actually makes some sense? I really thought…” he huffed to himself and you grew even more nervous. He shook his head to himself, a smile playing on the corner of his lips before he looked at you.

“You really thought what?” you asked. He seemed to be in thoughts before his face fell.

“The undercover mission…” he said and you nodded.

“Yeah. That’s why…. I have to ask a favour. A big one and you can say no and I will go to my boss tomorrow and request that she finds someone else but. I really want to see this fucker behind bars. And I want to be the one to do it. So… I need you to kiss me. Before we go undercover. There’s no way a newly married couple isn’t kissing or touching each other. And the swinger party… We won’t have sex. But we have to be comfortable with each other so… I am asking you to kiss me. Now,” you ended your rant.

Marcus blinked his eyes at you, his face blank.

“You want me to… kiss you?” he asked. You nodded.

“Now?”

You nodded again.

“Because of the mission?” he asked. You hesitated. “Because if it’s just because of that my answer is no.”

“Why?” you breathed.

A small smile came to his face, his eyes softening as he leaned closer.

“Because it’s your first kiss. Ever. And maybe that’s my romantic heart but your first kiss should be with someone who means something to you. Someone you want to kiss and not someone you just… rip the bandaid off with so you can go on a mission.”

You took a deep breath, your thoughts running through your head. You knew that you would have never asked him to kiss you if you hadn’t been assigned this mission with him. Because he was your co-worker. Because you didn’t know if he’d be interested. Because deep down you wanted your first kiss to be with someone who meant as much to you as you did to them and you were scared to be rejected.

“But if… You happen to have some other reason to ask me of all people, reasons that have not to do with the mission, then I want you to know that I have been thinking about kissing you for a while now,” he said, his eyes warm.

What he was trying to say took a couple of seconds before your lips parted in surprise.

“Really?” you gasped.

He nodded, a smile on his lips.

“Do you think I know the breakfast order of every one of my co-workers? Or how they drink their coffee? Or that they are the funniest and most beautiful person I might have ever met? I thought you weren’t interested,” he said.

“I… I don’t know what to say. I didn’t think…” you laughed nervously.

Marcus said your name, his hand reaching over your desk to put it on top of yours.

“Do you want me to kiss you?”

You walked with him in comfortable silence, his hand holding yours as the sun set slowly.

After your confession he had asked you to meet him in the parking garage after you both finished for the day. You followed him with your car, as you drove through the busy streets, surprised when he parked at the Lincoln Memorial. He waited for you at the exit after you parked, taking your hand to lead you through the evening crowd at the sight.

Every time he looked at you from his side, you finally started to understand what people meant when they said that they felt like there were butterflies in their belly. You never experienced love, but if it was only half as what happened in your brain when you were looking at Marcus Pike you might finally know what all the fuss was about.

He walked a little away from the crowds, towards the cherry blossom trees that were in full bloom, until he stopped and came to stand in front of you. He had switched his blazer for a very soft looking dark blue coat and you wondered if it was as soft as it looked.

“Your first kiss isn’t something that should happen in a dark office between files and outdated stock art,” he said. Marcus took a step closer, and you sucked your bottom lip in as he let go of your hand. Slowly he rested his one hand on your waist, his other hand coming up, his fingers brushing over your cheek.

Your breathing got faster as you tipped your head up, giving him a shy smile which he mirrored.

“You brought me to the Lincoln Memorial at sunset to kiss me?” you whispered.

He shook his head.

“I brought you to the Lincoln Memorial at sunset because I want to give you the perfect first kiss,” he said and you smiled.

“Perfect huh?” you teased, feeling brave as you put one of your hands on his chest. And yeah, the coat was as soft as you had imagined.

“I mean it is your first. So it’s not like you would know if it wasn’t,” he shrugged with a teasing smile and you playfully slapped his chest before you both laughed.

But then he put his hand on your cheek, pulling you closer as he leaned in, a soft smile still on his lips.

“I like to make a fuss for the people that I lo…. Like,” he corrected himself at the last minute and your heart fluttered. You put your other arm around him, resting your hand on his neck, your fingers playing with his hair.

“In all my life I haven’t thought about kissing someone before I met you Marcus,” you said quietly and he released a shuddering breath.

“Then I’m gonna kiss you now,” he said and you nodded.

“On the lips,” he added and you chuckled before sighed as his lips pressed down on yours.

#my fic #Marcus Pike #Marcus Pike x fem. reader #Pedro Pascal #fanfiction #fan fiction #fanfic #pedro pascal fanfiction #Marcus pike fanfiction

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anonymous-dentist · 5 months

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about q!slime "I love you", I just thought it was funny because q!roier NEVER responds back to q!cellbit (he only said it once and it was at their wedding) that's all, he literally got more sad because of q!spreen the other day than for his husband, I really love spiderbit but since the beginning of purgatory he's been acting really weird towards him, I just think he should appreciate him more since he does literally everything for q!roier and I don't see half the amount of retribution and oh I'm sure that if q!cellbit acted the way q!roier acts towards him, no one would like them and they would call them toxic. [I would also like to clarify that I don't like any other ships with them]

Clearly your understanding of these characters is lacking because Roier didn’t spend the entire last week of Purgatory obsessively protecting his husband and dying for him on several occasions just for people like you to say that he doesn’t appreciate Cellbit at all.

The thing about qRoier is that he’s always hid his emotions from everybody including the audience, and the only person who’s ever really been able to see through his Silly Guy Persona is qCellbit. Cellbit doesn’t need Roier to say “I love you” to know that he loves him because he knows that Roier expresses his love in different, more subtle ways. He spends time with Cellbit even though he doesn’t really Get enigmas the way Cellbit and even Richarlyson do, he constantly tells Cellbit that he’ll be with Cellbit no matter what. It’s why Cellbit wasn’t angry during the Egg War event, he knew that Roier would never EVER purposefully hurt him; if you watch Roier’s stream of it, you’ll see him constantly shouting for Cellbit to leave so he doesn’t have to hurt him.

During Purgatory, Roier never went out of his way to hurt Cellbit, and he felt AWFUL every time he had to. And then, once they were put on the same team, Roier spent nearly every moment he could by Cellbit’s side protecting him from mobs and from Blue Team. When Tubbo attacked in the Red Base, Roier legitimately died to protect Cellbit, and anyone who knows his character knows that he’d do it again. And again. And again!

Roier is absolutely crushed right now btw, in reference to you saying he was more upset about qSpreen dying than qCellbit. He’s always covered his grief up in jokes, it’s why most of the server and a majority of fans all believe Roier’s moved on from Bobby’s death. Again, the only one on the island who’d be able to see through this is Cellbit, but he’s. Indisposed.

The interesting thing about him grieving right now is the fact that Roier doesn’t actually seem to fully believe that Cellbit is dead. Sure, he’s saying he is, but it’s kinda more in the same way he did when he thought Richarlyson and Leo were dead. But also? He’s doing something he’s NEVER done regarding a deceased family member, and that’s changing the things they left behind. He says the castle is his now and so he can change the paintings, but he was also almost like “omg he’s gonna be so mad at this when he gets back” as he did so because he may not truly believe that Cellbit is dead, especially ooc after seeing that Richarlyson Video from the other day. Roier’s allowing himself to feel a tiny amount of hope atm, and he’s angry and he’s so SO upset. Because he loves Cellbit and he’s hurt.

By the way, the reason Cellbit’s “Te Amo” at the end of Purgatory hit so hard is because Cellbit doesn’t usually say it, either. Because he’s still lowkey super emotionally constipated, and because that just isn’t the kind of relationship he and Roier have. They both say “I love you” in different ways, and that’s just fine

But whatever, you do you. Keep watching with your eyes closed, have fun

#asks!#anon!

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weeb-polls-with-pip · 7 months

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Autistic Anime Girls Group 2 Round 2 Match 4

SUBMISSION PROPAGANDA:

Tsubomi -

"Look, I know most people probably submitted Kurata Tome as the autistic girl from MP100, and she's valid too, but hear me out.

On the outside, Tsubomi seems to be very popular and social, but she doesn't trust that her group of friends wouldn't make fun of her just for sneezing, which means she's just hanging out with people to seem popular. When Dimple brainwashed the entire city, she was literally the last person to be brainwashed because she was not interested in eating the brainwashing candy, no matter what, even slapping it away when he tried to force it on her. Dimple only got to her with a brainwashing aura.

She's constantly saying weird things that seem to be unintentional rudeness or bluntness, and everyone else gets the impression that she's mean and unapproachable. When she and Shigeo were kids, Tsubomi told him to "get a clue", and that stuck with him for years. It's possible Tsubomi didn't even register that she said something that hurt Shigeo because "getting a clue" is something she had to figure out and she meant it as genuine advice.

The reason I don't think Tsubomi knew what she said hurt Mob is because Tsubomi still thought she was friends with Mob even after not having spoken to him in 10 years. She tested his after-school boss to make sure he wasn't shady, and she watched him put Emi's manuscript back together, even complementing him for handling that social situation well. But not to his face. She does try to talk to him, twice even! Once when he's running the marathon and once after he gives her a tissue for the aforementioned sneeze. The first time, she stops before saying anything. The second, she brings it up and waits for him to respond, but then he doesn't and she walks away to escape the awkwardness.

When he said he wanted to talk, she was totally up to meet him at the park. She stayed at that park even with a TORNADO HEADED RIGHT TOWARD HER because she didn't want to hurt his feelings. After he did arrive, he confessed his feelings and she said "I've never thought of you in that way". She was thinking of him as a friend, despite not talking in 10 years. And all it took was Mob talking to her to re-kindle their friendship, they speak on the phone even after she moved away. Shigeo and Tsubomi are two sides of the autistic coin, Shigeo couldn't fit in until he was open about himself and made real friends, and Tsubomi managed to fit in by masking and getting fake friends."

BONUS: "i mean the other tsubomi propaganda is so strong lmao theres literally nothing to add but i just want to mention shes THE autism characters crush in THE autism show."

Yuuko -

"She doesn't understand other people's humor sometimes and she's bad at reading the room. People sometimes think she's annoying for her silliness, but she stays true to herself."

#autistic anime girls poll #tumblr polls #tsubomi takane #takane tsubomi #mp100 #mob psycho 100 #mp100 tsubomi #nichijou #yuuko aioi #aioi yuuko #yuko aioi #aioi yuko

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This whole purgatory ending made me remember one of the things that i've been brooding about for a while, QSMP's biggest flaw:

The islanders don't ever win.

Yes, qsmp is very much an angst-focused story about these people struggling agaisnt all odds, forging friendships and protecting their family.

But it's still a story.

And as such it needs to have ups and downs. But so far we haven't had a single significative narrative win from the islanders side.

Let's start with the main source of conflict in early QSMP: The Codes. Mysterious entities that were set on murdering that which the islanders held dear the most: the eggs. Even when they managed to defeat the code and protect the eggs, it didn't feel like they had won. It felt like they had only survived. But the threat was ever constant. The codes kept attacking, getting stronger and stronger.

By the end of it, every egg had lost their first life. And we all know Bobby could've used that.

But maybe they still had a chance! Maybe Bobby would've been revived! The Federation made them go on this whole journey where they had to fight several mobs while defending Jaiden and Roier. It was tough, it required several people, many died.

Surely their efforts would've been rewarded, right? Surely they would get Bobby back? It's the only reason they're doing this after all.

But they didn't. They only got 10 minutes to say goodbye and that's it.

The Federation had only played with their feelings. They had dangled victory in front of the islanders but it was all for nothing.

Moving on to the Regret arc, we had Cellbit betraying everyone he loved and joining the side of the one he hated the most. The bear that had tortured and killed him. The one who took away his best friend. After hurting himself and those close to him, he finally achieved his objective of infiltrating the Federation.

But then Cucurucho found him out. Or rather, he always knew. Cellbit was just a pawn in Cucurucho's hands. Even when they "escaped", it felt like they were purposefully let go. Like they were still playing by the enemy's rules.

And then Quackity got kidnapped and no one could do a thing.

They managed to make ElQ lose the presidential race but that only resulted in strained friendships between Forever and everyone else. We don't have any catharsis because we have no idea of what would've happened if Elq had won. We don't even know if him losing was a good thing or not.

Etoiles won agaisnt the code but we later learned the codes were just training him and were therefore reframed as "good guys"

Tazercraft escaped the prison but their momentary victory was quickly cut by Walter Bob being kidnapped.

And then Pac was rescued but they had to leave Walter Bob behind again

Mike was rescued but he came back wrong.

And then the eggs vanished.

They spent so long looking for them

Hours debating, theorizing

Looking in that fucking maze, desperate for any type of lead

They stole the mini-mes from the Federation but even Cellbit, biggest Cucurucho hater, felt nothing on their "victory" cause truly it didn't really matter. It wasn't what they wanted.

He started to kill the Feds workers but they don't really matter either. We've been shown they're just a cog in the machine. They're replaceable. All Cellbit is doing is inconvenient at best. All while he might as well be immolating himself while lost in this sea of blood.

And then we go to Purgatory. Two horrible weeks for everyone. Trying to survive in a horrible land where everything is hostile, even the people you called friends, even the ones you called family.

And yet you keep on going because this might be the only chance of getting the eggs back and you cannot afford to risk it.

You get to see your children again. They're dirty, weak and scared. But they're here.

And then they aren't.

And then everything is falling apart.

Only one child gets to escape while every other parent has to see what they assume is their kid getting crushed to death while they can't do anything.

Some even choose to stay behind while an atomic bomb is going to blow up. Simply refusing to leave without their children and accepting their death.

It's a loss all around.

And then fucking here comes Cucurucho, an NPC, main antagonist, hated by many, someone we have no reason to believe sees the EGGs as something other than an experiment and a tool, someone with no emotional attachment to them

And just takes a boat trip to Purgatory and effortlesly saves everyone? While facing absolutely no consequences for it? Invalidating literally all of the islanders's effort and suffering? What was the point of everything they've been through for the past 2 months if they don't ever receive a reward for it?

Imagine how insatisfying it would feel for a player to go through a whole game trying to save this person, only for them to fail and some npc gets to save them instead? It's just shitting on the time commitment you made.

And it's such a weird ass decision too? What could possibly the reason to go for this unsatisfying end when they could've simply allowed the islanders's effort by allowing them to escape with the eggs the day before? Just some cheap angst?

Like bro, Baghera and Cellbit's important character decision were just rendered meaningless and stupid now.

The whole ARG, the creative tank deal, Cellbit's investigation, Forever and Pac going to the nether...

Time and time again, the islanders had to overcome incredible hardships only to be faced with 0 narrative reward for it.

I get it, the Federation is all powerful and the islanders struggle to even make a dent on it but cmon man.

What's the point of getting invested into any player's storyline when the result is likely to be absolutely nothing?

#qsmp #qsmp rant #qsmp neg #idk man i just needed to get some thoughts out

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apomaro-mellow · 10 months

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Part 6

Things moved fast when you had money and power in the forest, apparently. It was how Steve found himself, dressed in drab gray clothes for his wedding quicker than you could say ‘I do’. The outfit reminded him of porcelain dolls and not in a good way. Their clothes always seemed so itchy and stiff which was exactly how he felt.

The music started and Steve looked around at all who were present. Rodents of all kinds, moles, voles, weasels, and rats, and others. None of which he knew besides Brenner, who was sitting amongst the audience. And of course, his husband to be, Henry.

Steve felt like he wasn’t even here; like this wasn’t happening to him. How could it? This couldn’t be his life! Marrying some random mole rat that he didn’t love?

He could still hear Eddie’s voice in his ear, whispering sweetly and promising to take him places he had never seen. Henry never left his tunnels. They were even getting married in one right now! It was a cavernous space, lit just enough for Steve to make out where he was and who was with him but it couldn’t compare to the warm light of the sun.

And Henry couldn’t compare to Eddie.

“And do you take Mr. Creel to be your lawfully wedded husband?”

Steve was still partially in his reverie when he answered, “No”, eliciting gasps from all in attendance.

“I beg your pardon?”, the officiant asked.

“Steve”, Brenner said through grit teeth.

“I don’t love him! I can’t marry him!” Steve turned away from the altar, only taking a few steps before someone burst through the ceiling of soil and landed right in front of him.

“You can marry me instead”, Tommy smirked, already reaching for him.

“No! I’m not marrying anybody else today. I’m going home!” Steve swiped the toad’s hands away from him and then shoved him out of the way, running down the aisle and into another part of the tunnel.

Just his luck, waiting right there was none of than Billy.

“Hey there, pretty boy~”

“I’m not your pretty boy!” Steve pushed him out of the way too, booking it down the tunnels. He could hear a commotion behind him as he ran. It sounded like the entire forest was on his tail.

What he didn’t know was the part of the noise came from Eddie, who fell down one of the tunnels right in front of Tommy.

“Looks like we meet again”, Eddie said as he brandished his sword.

“Outta my way, you gnat!”, Tommy shouted as he reached for a flaming torch.

Steve couldn’t pick out Eddie’s voice in the crowd, nor was he planning on turning back to see who exactly was chasing him when he already knew. Billy, Tommy, Henry, Brenner, the whole wedding party too probably. He just kept running, shuddering past spiderwebs and avoiding the great pitfalls of the tunnels.

He could feel a warm breeze and that was what made him pause. Just up ahead, he could see it. Light at the end of the tunnel. He just had to climb a little and he would be out. But he had stopped for too long and the mob was in view again.

“Come back here!”, Brenner shouted.

“Shit!”, Steve started clambering up to escape.

Eddie could hear him, even as he was fighting off Tommy and knew he was in trouble. Time to end this. He was able to knock the torch out of his hand but then Tommy disarmed him as well and they started trading blows with just their fists.

He didn’t have time for this, he had to get to Steve. Tommy grabbed at his shoulders and Eddie tried to lift up with his wings but the imbalance had them falling over the edge instead, into the darkness.

Steve got close to the mouth of the tunnel. He peered back and saw the rest of them beginning to climb too. With a powerful kick, he loosened the gravel and rock below him, causing a landslide. There were cries of shock as his pursuants tried to get away lest they be crushed.

Steve finished his ascent, letting out a great big sigh as he felt the sun on him. His retreat had cause his wedding clothes to be torn and ruined, but he couldn’t find himself to care. That was just more skin for the sun to warm. He hadn’t felt freedom like this in a long time.

A shadow flew overhead and he looked up, his smile widening even more.

“Look at you! You made it out!”

“I made it out!”, Steve celebrated. When Dustin landed, he hugged the bird, burying his face in his soft feathers.

“Well, you’ll never guess what I found. I found out where your prince lives”, Dustin said proudly.

Steve immediately felt his mood dropped. Maybe where his prince had lived, but now....

“Dustin, just...just fly me home, okay? I just want to be home.”

Steve got onto Dustin’s back and while it was a bit awkward, he did manage to fly. From up above, Steve was able to see the lay of the land and give Dustin a few directions once he recognized his town. But he was still a baby bird and had to stop on a tree right on the edge of Steve’s home.

He really was here. He couldn’t believe it. All this time and it was right here now.

Dustin rolled his shoulders, a bit tired from the flight. “So are you just gonna wait for Eddie now?”

Steve hit his fist against the trunk. “Dustin.” He ran a hand through his hair. “Dustin, Eddie is dead. He froze and now he’s dead.”

“Wait! You think Eddie’s dead?!”, Dustin squawked.

“I know he is”, Steve said. “I barely survived in that snow. There’s no hope.” He sat down on the branch.”

“Steve, Eddie is-”, Dustin’s beak snapped shut when he saw Eddie himself, lurking in the branches above.

Eddie put a finger to his lips, a look of pure mischief on his face. Dustin cleared his throat.

“So, uh, if Eddie was here, what would you say to him?”

Steve gave Dustin a soft glare before it melted away. “I would tell him that I love him. And that I’m sorry my foolishness got him killed. And, instead of letting him leave and promising to meet again tomorrow, that he should stay. I could’ve met his uncle then. He could’ve met my mom. We probably would have spent the whole night just talking and those damn toads couldn’t have taken me.”

“Hey what about that damned beetle and damned rat?”, Eddie asked from above.

Steve’s head shot up and he got to his feet, feeling for a moment like he was floating. “Eddie...”, he breathed out. “You’re alive!”

Eddie flew down and put his arms around Steve lifting him up and spinning on the branch. “Alive and kickin’ and ready for love.”

Steve’s arms went around his shoulders and held him tight, not able to get close enough, even as their foreheads pressed against each other.

“Don’t ever leave me again”, he pleaded.

“Oh Stevie, I’m not letting you out of my sight ever.” One of Eddie’s hands stroked his hair and everything felt right in the world again. Steve watched as Eddie’s eyes flicked to his lips.

“Steve, can I-”

“Please.” Steve barely got the word out before Eddie was kissing him.

A warmth spread from every point they touched and filled him until he felt an even stronger sensation of his back. When he pulled away, Steve looked behind himself to find fairy wings, bright and shimmering to match Eddie’s.

Later on, Steve would enjoy a wedding leagues better than the first. Instead of a cold dark cave, it would be in his own backyard. Instead of anonymous faces, he would be joined by his mother, Dustin his steadfast friend, and Eddie’s lovely uncle. The outfit he wore would be made with him in mind, fashioned by his mother’s experienced hand.

And instead of trudging down a walkway, he would happily float with his new husband, waving to all the well-wishers as they approached a carriage prepared for them. It was being drive by a very beautiful butterfly, but they bypassed it to ride Honey instead, ever faithful.

Steve wrapped his arms around Eddie’s waist as they took off. They had a list of destinations in mind for their honeymoon tour. But deep in his soul, Steve knew it didn’t matter exactly where they went. They could do anything and go anywhere, so long as they followed their hearts.

END

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hmshermitcraft · 3 months

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For the weeks theme- ghosts! I think….idk just take this

Grian and Mumbo WERE once dating, an inseparable pair. They met at a coffee shop, which Mumbo worked at at the time to pay for his engineering school, his parents not helping him and shutting him out after he disagreed to have arranged marriage with one of his parents friends daughter. Grian kept on visiting that coffee shop, every single day. He developed a crush on the man, but was too shy at the time to do anything. Before then, Grian’s sister, Pearlescentmoon, finally encouraged him to do something before it was too late, and Grian slipped Mumbo a note taped onto a dollar with his number on it.

The pair’s first date was at a lovely restaurant that bordered a lake. It was Mumbo’s very first date, since his parents never allowed him to date anyone, since they already planned for him to marry someone. He was anxious and fiddled with his hands the whole entire time, and slightly overdressed. This made Grian just adore him more. After dinner, the two walked along the lakeshore and promised they would meet again sometime soon.

They dated for 1 more year, but Mumbo had already known he wanted to spend the rest of his life with Grian—the way he talked, the way his burnt red wings would poof every time he was shocked, even if it was just something minor, like a spider. The way he’d listen to Mumbo ramble on for hours, not being annoyed by how Mumbo would trail off and start making zero sense. Every aspect of him made the mustached man smile. The feeling was mutual, Grian already felt this way, and almost felt like he was starting to have an obsession about the taller spoon.

After a couple more months of the two dating, one evening whilst the sun was setting, on the same lakeshore they first walked on, Mumbo asked Grian to marry him. Mumbo hadn’t had the money to afford an actual ring, so he gave Grian the best piece of jewelry he had, a silver bracelet with a large red Ruby lined in gold in its middle. It was his sisters before she passed. Grian practically flattened the man, pushing him onto the warm sand, hugging him while repeatedly saying, yes.

The wedding was small, they wanted it keep it on the Down-low because they didn’t want Mumbo’s parents to find out. Shortly after, Mumbo got a job being a professor for engineering at a local college, and got paid handsomely. Grian became a veterinarian, specializing in birds. He eventually got one, named professor beak. They moved into a large white colonial house in a good neighborhood, and eventually, since they couldn’t have some of their own, they built two sweet little robot boys, named Grumbot and Jrumbot. And after a few years built two more, who they promptly named, Grumbot Prime and Emperor Grumbot. Nicknamed Emmett and Parker so they didn’t get confused. They yearned for them to be real. For them to live life. But that was something they could never achieve, and they accepted that.

Life was going well for them, almost too well.

It was bound to happen eventually, Mumbo’s parents finding out. They had Mumbo’s whole life planned out, every second, day, month and year. They were furious after they found out what Mumbo had done. Mumbo’s family was deeply involved in mobs, their entire family had a role they needed to fulfill, or else. Mumbo leaving set the family in a great turmoil, and at this point, his family decided the only fair thing to do was to punish him. Greatly.

It was an accidental house fire, or at least that was the police concluded to. A mere accident. Mumbo, wrapped in sliver blankets, shaking, dust and ash splattered on his face, knew this wasn’t an accident, it wasn’t. First there was a smell of smoke, then an explosion. The house, engulfed in flames, he couldn’t save anyone. He failed. He chose himself. He didn’t mean to. The last time he saw Grian was the night before, saying how much he loved him. He never said goodbye to his kids. They couldn’t be fixed. He wouldn’t have done it anyway. He couldn’t bring himself to look at them. They reminded him too much of Grian.

Mumbo lost everything after the fire. His job, his house, his family. He remembered searching his destroyed house for anything that could’ve survived, all he found was the silver bracelet he gave Grian. He had never took it off. Not since the day he got it.

Mumbo didn’t have anywhere to go. He had to go home. Pretend like he didn’t know they ruined his life. He got remarried to the witch his parents wanted him to marry. She was pure evil. She lived to torture Mumbo. She was the embodiment of the guilt he felt for not saving anyone in the fire. Regrettably, he had 1 kid with her. Pricilla. She was a doll, the opposite of her mother. But Mumbo couldn’t bring himself to show affection to her, because Pricilla reminded him of Grumbot. He loved her, he just couldn’t show it.

Mumbo fell into a deep depression, he felt like he had nobody anymore. He drunk himself blind, and looked at the scarred bracelet everyday. Without his wife knowing. Until one day, when brushing his teeth in his lavish bedroom, he saw something. In the corner of the room. He swore someone was there. He thought he was going insane. Everyday the white ghostly figure would return, but Mumbo never felt scared. It almost felt familiar.

He became acquainted with the ghost, oddly enough. But it felt good to speak with someone, even if they don’t talk back. One day, Mumbo spoke about Grian. He told stories of how they met, what Grian was like, and how wonderful he was. He showed the ghost the bracelet he gave Grian all those years ago. The ghost loved the bracelet, and smiled whenever Mumbo showed it to him.

The ghost was Grian. Mumbo never knew. Years went by and he kept on talking to the ghost. And the ghost kept on coming back. He grew older, and so did the ghost. In some weird way, Mumbo and Grian got to grow old together. They were always together, but just didn’t know it.

When Mumbo finally died, he was able to save someone, himself. He reunited with his family, seeing how they haven’t changed since the day he last saw them. He finally was able to forever live in peace.

Some hardcore shit right there

It wasn't the story they wanted for each other, but it was the ending. Mumbo is surprised to see his ghost is that of a younger man, not the age he was when he died.

Mumbo had been a dead man walking for far longer than he lived, and his soul reflected that. In the same way he finds Grian, still a bright bundle of energy, leaping into Mumbo's arms.

They might not be a traditional couple, being dead and all. But did they let that stop them before?

Mumbo makes sure to watch and guide Pricilla as much as he could, just as Grian had done for him (Grian had so many stories to tell.) It's a lot easier with his husband by his side.

#hermitshipping #ask #grian tag #mumbo tag #grumbo #mod 🎀#death tw #abuse tw #child death tw #murder tw #alcohol tw

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p3ski · 16 days

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Rule Of Nines

Explicit content, Graphic Violence (18+)

Pairing: Reed900

Tags: AU, Multi-Chapter, Lovers to Enemies, Kidnapping, Crime and Violence, Oral, Anal, Dom/Sub

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Summary: In a world where loyalty is currency and compromise is weakness, Gavin Reed, a ruthless mobster, lives by his own rules. When an old enemy resurfaces with a deadly demand, his life is thrown into chaos—as his trusted second-in-command, Nines, is put to the ultimate test of allegiance. Will he stay committed to Gavin, or will the loyal guard dog begin to stray? (Human Mob!AU)

Word Count: 3.3K

Warnings: Major Character Death (before events of the story), Graphic Violence, Implied/Referenced Homophobia, Dubious Consent

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Gavin Reed didn't 'do' compromise.

He took everything he wanted from life as he wanted it, doing so on his terms. There was no room for accommodations or deals, as he was the one calling the shots. Anyone stupid enough to question this would find themselves on the business end of a pistol, and that was only if he was feeling generous. For the rest, he would do everything in his power to make them wish they were dead. There were no exceptions to this rule under any circumstances—

"—Stay still, stop moving your hips."

Well. Except for one, of course.

Nolan Anderson had been fiercely loyal to his father, with this commitment extending to his offspring. In another life, he had probably been a Dobermann: Tall and built, the sort of man who could crush a skull with his bare hands if he wanted to. He was imposing and vicious, but at the same time obedient—working in servitude to his master, always understanding his place.

The perfect guard dog or a ruthless killing machine, depending on how you wanted to look at it. His dad, who had been an IT consultant before establishing the family, always preferred the latter comparison.

The old man had pointed to Nolan's efficiency in completing any task assigned to him, regardless of how implausible or impractical, to an almost inhuman degree of perfection. He was a flawlessly optimised system, with a performance uptime and availability that was damn near endless. 'Nines' all across the board, so that's what he started calling him—

"—Holy fucking shit ."

He was also a really good lay, which was definitely a bonus.

Nines angled upright, striking a point deep inside him. Working the sensitive nerves, he rocked in bruising motions against his hips. He was a man who never missed, just as perceptive in the bedroom as anywhere else. Knowing exactly what his partner needed and just how to give it to them.

" Fuck. Just like that, keep going—" The plea was undercut by a harsh slap across the face, propelling him back into the covers.

"I didn't say you could speak," Nines scolded, tutting under his breath.

Gavin groaned—a sound which transitioned quite neatly into a salacious chuckle. He reeled from the force of the strike, skin prickling long after its impact. The weight of Nines' hand had etched itself into him, formed in a burning imprint. As its sting began to wane, it was replaced by a dull ache radiating the length of his jaw.

It was the only time he was prepared to relinquish control when they were like this—and damn, it felt fucking incredible. Nines was far from stupid. He understood that the shift in power started and ended beneath the sheets, and he had never once sought to challenge this.

There were plenty of people who would take advantage of their current position, but he wasn't one of them. He knew Gavin trusted him and wasn't about to take that lightly. It made him a valuable confidante—the closest thing to a friend the mobster cared to have—and the obvious choice for second in command.

"You like that, don't you?"

"I thought I wasn't supposed to speak," Gavin challenged, a mischievous grin plastered on his reddened face. "Make up your mind, dipshit."

Nines grunted in disapproval before burrowing his face against the crook of his pulsing neck. He began sucking one of the many bruises already dotting the sweat-soaked canvas. It was tender at first, almost affectionate, but Gavin knew better.

He bit down on the mark, sinking in his teeth with such ferocity he almost breached the skin. As he did so, he grabbed a fistful of his lover's tousled hair, winding it around his fingers and harshly wrenching back.

"You will speak when you are spoken to." He took advantage of the additional leverage, covering more of the abused flesh. "Tell me what you want and how much you want it. Do as you're told, and I might indulge you. Continue to misbehave, and I'll stop entirely."

The warning succeeded in dragging Gavin from his moment of blissful abandon. He looked up, levelling his partner with an accusatory glare. "You wouldn't dare."

"Do you want to risk that?" The purring voice was drizzled like honey as Nines reached between his legs, capturing his aching arousal in a tightened grip. "I could leave you right now if I wanted to. Bound to the bed. Hard and wanting, with no hope of relief..."

Then, he squeezed—hard—almost twisting as he did so.

"You sadistic piece of shit." Gavin reeled back, hissing through gritted teeth as charges of lightning-like pain pulsed through his hardness. "Okay, fine. I love it when you treat me like this. Tie me up, smack me, pull my hair. It drives me fucking insane."

"Keep talking." Nines continued to hold him, his grip excruciating and growing tighter with every passing second. "Being fucked is a reward, and you haven't earned it yet. I won't continue until you have given me precisely what I've asked for."

Goddammit. He was almost crying now, tears pricking at his eyes and marbling in the corners. Pulling against the restraints anchoring him to the bed frame, the ropes tore away at his wrists, leaving angry burns. It was torture, but the best possible kind.

The firm digits continued to constrict him, cutting off any blood flow, and he was in absolute ecstasy. "I want you to ruin me. Mess me up so bad that I can't remember my own fucking name. Please, Nines. I need it. Need you ."

His partner hummed, appearing satisfied, before slowly relinquishing his hold on the hardness. "See how easy that was? If only you could always be this obedient."

Nines eyed him greedily, his focus trained on the junction between his quivering thighs. He wedged a knee between the gap, and forced them firmly apart. "Now, spread your legs so I can give you what you need. I think you've earned it."

"Damn right, I have." Gavin arched his hips as far as his tightly bound restraints would allow. "Now stop talking. I want you to fuck me like you hate me."

Nines did just that, not wasting any time on care or consideration. He pulled back slowly, methodically, before abruptly thrusting forward, breaching the warmth with brutal force. The shorter man's body constricted eagerly around the intrusion, gripping it like a vice.

"Oh, fuck yes —" He flung his head back, toes curling into the duvet as he let out a series of wanton groans. " Faster. Come on. Don't be a pussy."

The taller man gripped onto his hips, anchoring himself in position before inspiration flickered within his steely gaze. Calloused hands slipped away, finding themselves behind Gavin's knees. Then he pulled up, hooking the legs over his shoulders.

With the additional access, Nines claimed every inch his generous reach would allow—pounding into him in long, rampant spears. The pace quickened to such an extent that it rattled the wire foundation of the bed, as the headboard smacked repeatedly against the wall.

" Yes, yes, yes, yes." Gavin could feel his arousal rub against the taut muscles of the other man's abdomen and pushed himself further into it, desperately chasing relief. A heat bubbled in his stomach as his cock pulsed persistently in response to the friction. "I'm so fucking close."

There was a knock on the door, loud enough to break through the chorus of sordid moans. Both men fell silent as Nines' pace began to slow, and their attention drifted towards the source of the unexpected intrusion.

"... Don't you dare stop," Gavin demanded as the pace drew dangerously close to stilling. "Fuck 'em, they can wait."

Nines dutifully complied with his wishes, continuing to drive into him. They tried their best to drown out the steady raps against the wooden panel until they became increasingly difficult to ignore, a gruff voice accompanying them:

"... Uhhh, boss? Hello? You in there?"

The wavered address promptly doused any lingering embers of arousal. His hardness had softened, flopping limply onto the folds of his doubled-up stomach.

Oh, you fucking asshole .

With a loud grunt of aggravation, he bucked his hips, signalling for Nines to get up. "Okay, okay! Just give me a damn minute…"

Motioning with his head, he directed his charge to release the binds. As the first of his wrists came loose, he pulled the rumpled sheets over his lap and gruffly readdressed the figure:

"Get in," he ordered, his scathing tone informing them to do so immediately before he changed his mind.

The passage to the bedroom swung open, and Gavin observed with revulsion as Floyd came into view. A lumbering, snub-nosed brick of a man his father had hired onto the operation for reasons best known to himself.

His bulbous eyes swelled to comedic proportions as he caught sight of a still very exposed Nines standing by the bedside, removing the final tether. Upon completing the task, he regarded Floyd with a calm nod—before reaching down to the floor to retrieve his dress shirt.

The large man emitted a yelp as if the shapely contours of Nines' ass were the last thing he'd ever wanted to see. A meaty hand was flung to his temple as he spluttered out a clumsy apology. "Ahh, shit, I, uh…sorry for interruptin'..."

Gavin wasn't entirely sure what the Neanderthal had expected; it wasn't like the arrangement with Nines was a recent development. They'd been screwing for years, having started on the night of his twenty-seventh birthday when the taller man presented himself as an unexpected gift.

It soon developed into a habit, one they initially tried to keep secret, though he suspected Dad's more perceptive cronies had early suspicions. The old man himself remained blissfully unaware, a fact for which he was grateful. If the knife to the throat hadn't killed him, finding out about his son's clandestine activities probably would've.

After he was gone, there wasn't really the same incentive to hide. It wasn't long until it was common knowledge amongst allies and adversaries alike. They all knew better than to say anything, though—unless they wanted to wake up in a nice pair of cement shoes.

"What the hell do you want?" Gavin spat the words with disdain as he leaned towards the nightstand, searching for his cigarettes.

Floyd lowered his hand once he was certain Nines' modesty had been restored. With the obstruction gone, he cleared his throat before explaining himself. "We've had a package come through in the mail. Unmarked, but we're pretty sure we know who it's from…you might wanna see it."

"What kind of package?" He removed a smoke from the box, slotting it between his lips. Snagging a nearby lighter, he flicked it open and ignited a flame beneath the tightly wadded tobacco. "You tell me that, and I'll tell you if I wanna see it or not."

"It's—uh—well—"

The hefty man paused, his lips pinched so tight it looked like he was sucking on a lemon. His eyes darted towards Nines as his perpetually reddened face turned a sickly shade of grey. "Just trust me on this."

Gavin took a drag, staring him down the entire time. He then tilted his head back, exhaling sharply and sending wisps of smoke billowing into the air. The ashy trails were soon disrupted, waning to the force of a long, aggrieved sigh. "Well, seeing as you fuckheads don't know how to use your words, I guess I'll have to check it out, won't I?"

Without warning, he ripped away the sheets, revealing his naked body in all its glory. Floyd hurriedly swivelled away, staring down the opposing corridor as though it led to the gates of Heaven. It was the fastest Gavin had ever seen the hulking mass of flab move, having clearly had his fill of gratuitous nudity for one evening.

As Nines finished dressing, zipping up the front of his charcoal suit pants, Gavin manoeuvred past him to reach for a nearby bathrobe. After slipping it on, he trudged his way out of the bedroom with his second-in-command trailing closely behind.

They discovered the rest of the gang sitting in the meeting room, huddled around a small card table. The air around them was thick, heavy with tension, as they all looked noticeably uneasy.

Their leader was quick to scrutinise, his eyes sweeping across the group, narrowed in accusation. "So, what is it that's so damn important it couldn't wait until morning?"

"Salvatore," one of the men, Vincenzo, chimed up. Of the ragtag group of idiots he had inherited from his father, he was among the few worth the oxygen they breathed. His lips were pulled into a prominent grimace as he folded his arms across his chest.

A swell of bile steadily rose in the back of Gavin's throat as a resentful pit formed in his stomach. Salvatore DeLuca had been one of his dad's closest associates—until he'd turned out to be a lying, double-crossing snake. In charge of handling finances, he'd been skimming profits off their operations for months, cutting and running before he got caught.

The bastard was lucky Dad croaked when he did, or else he'd be lying six feet under, maggots crawling out of his ass. "The fuck does he want?"

Gavin did not receive an answer as the silence in the room grew increasingly disconcerting. His attention shifted to the table, where he noticed a letter lying face down in the centre. Next to it, there was a small parcel wrapped in brown butcher paper, secured with a length of string.

He stubbed out his cigarette, leaving a prominent scorch mark on the weathered plastic, before flipping over the note:

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Son of a bitch.

His lips twisted into a snarl as his hands tightened around the note, crumpling it into a ball. "I bet he thinks he's so clever. The slimy motherfucker."

"We wanted to wait for you before we opened...well…that." Vincenzo gestured to the unidentified item, a tense knot formed in the crease of his brow. He then paused as his sunken eyes scoped the densely packed room. "We've called around to the rest of the family… there's only one person unaccounted for."

Nines perked up, brow quirked in intrigue before his focused gaze charted a course through the downcast faces. As he searched, his naturally stern features shifted into something more perturbed. Several men averted their sights, refusing to look at him.

Gavin moved to inspect the parcel. He tested its weight in his palm before removing the fastenings, allowing the string to slink to the ground in a coiled pile. The wrapping was next, and as he unfurled the layers of crumpled paper, a glint caught against something polished reflected from the dangling bulb overhead. Holding the object closer to the light, the mobster discovered it was a small black flash drive.

A developing curiosity gripped him, mingled with trepidation. Life came with very few certainties, but if there was one, it was that receiving an unmarked USB with a threatening note couldn't mean anything good.

He turned around, motioning for one of his lackeys to reach beneath the coach they were sitting on. Upon doing so, the man pulled out a laptop—a beaten-up relic from the 2020s with a cracked screen and broken hinge on the left-hand side. Still, he hoped it would serve its purpose.

Settling down in a nearby chair, Gavin booted it up, ensuring his antivirus was active. He wouldn't have put it past DeLuca to load up the drive with a shit ton of malware. His intrigue grew significantly as a notification popped up, prompting him to open the files on the newly installed device.

There was a single item contained within—an unnamed .MP4 with a blacked-out thumbnail—looming ominously in an otherwise empty window. The man surrounding him leaned forward, arching over his shoulder in order to get a better look.

He imagined many of them would come to regret this, as without further delay, he clicked on the video:

↻ ◁ || ▷ ↺

The scene opened to what appeared to be a dimly lit warehouse filled with towering shelves and wooden crates. In the centre of the room, just barely visible through the grainy footage, a figure sat bound to a chair. Cable ties had been used to bind them, and a burlap sack covered their head.

Initially, there was no movement, with the person appearing either unconscious or dead—but through the continuous haze of visual noise, Gavin was able to detect a few rogue twitches of life.

Suddenly, a light flickered on, flooding the screen with a harsh white glow before softening into something more tolerable. A burly man, with features obscured by a black ski mask, strode into the frame, clutching a rusted box cutter.

Approaching the restrained figure, he poised the blade at the brim of the sack, dragging it along the edge. It was then that Gavin noticed the tie around the victim's neck, which the blade had slipped under and was currently whittling away. The masked man sliced the plastic, revealing a shock of dishevelled brown hair as he ripped the sack from the captive's head. Wide eyes stared up at him, brimming with fear.

0:34 ─●──────── -3:43

Upon the hostage's reveal, he heard a small hitch of breath from the man standing beside him. Nines had grown noticeably tense; his jaw locked tight as he moved his head in slow, repetitive shakes. His grey eyes were vacant and staring, lost in deepening pools of denial.

Gavin studied him, both surprised and disappointed to see his composure shattered so easily, before returning his attention to the screen:

0:42 ──●──────── -3:35

The captive's mouth had been tightly bound with strips of duct tape, muffling any screams that attempted to emerge. He had been beaten at least once, with his jaw blotched in fresh bruises and a crust of dried blood caked to his cheek.

His captor retracted the blade a second time, moving the switch up slowly in apparent sadistic delight. The brunette struggled against their binds, gangly form sprawling and flailing as much as it possibly could. He looked like a rodent stuck in a glue trap, desperately trying to escape.

In response to this, the masked man socked him cleanly across the face. He howled against the tape, writhing in agony, to which the hostage took hold of his scalp and firmly yanked back, presenting the full breadth of his neck to the camera.

With the knife, a small line was teased across the pale skin—not hard enough to cause any real damage, but just sufficient to draw a tiny sliver of ruby droplets. The prisoner's features contorted fearfully, and their entire body seized up, trying to keep still.

0:59 ───●─────── -3:18

Several of Gavin's men turned away, unable to watch any longer. Their boss silently chided their weakness, regarding them as spineless cowards.

A few stragglers remained, frozen in petrified silence as they continued to watch the video. The only sounds left in the room came in the form of muffled howls from the laptop speakers. Then a whispered voice broke through, laden with ill-suppressed emotion and punctuated by shaky breaths:

"Connor."

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The Type You Save ~ S I X T E E N

James "Bucky" Barnes and OFC Alexandra "Alex" Richards

Detective James Barnes hasn't seen the love of his life in three years. Since the night she was almost caught stealing a painting. He knows it was her and she disappeared leaving him confused and heart broken.

Alexandra Richards never expected to be pulled back into her old life two years after she left it. She had found love and a home and was happy. Until a note blackmailed her to take one last job. Three years later she walked into the last person she expected to see in San Francisco. Because he lived in New York right?

They always put family before everything. And he would do anything to get his family back. Because she's the type you save.

TW: mob, death, smut, rape intentions, angst, guns, family abandonment, dub-con, manipulation

A/N: the penaultimate chapter

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Previous: F I F T E E N

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Steve woke up with pain. Shit, he thought to himself. The light in the room was blinding, not helping the headache he had at all. He blinked slowly trying to orient himself. He went to massage his head but found he couldn’t move. This is what finally brought him into full consciousness. He looked to see Nate sitting next to him, tied to the chair with his arms behind his back. He finally lifted his head and saw Alex in front of him, also tied to a chair but gagged. He could see that she had been crying. “Alex?”

“Ah, Captain Rogers, good to see you are finally awake.” A man in a crisp suit stood in front of him. “I don’t believe we have met. Christian Grey.”

Steve stared daggers at the man. “You’re the asshole that is trying to rip my family apart. Trying to take my brother’s wife. My nephew’s mother.”

“She is mine,” Christian snarled. “She was always mine.” He punched Steve in the face. Steve raised his face back up, a trickle of blood running from the corner of his lip. Alex muffled scream came from across the room. A laugh could be heard, and he looked to see another man with Zemo standing next to him.

Christian walked over to Nate. “I knew you would betray me, Nathaniel. You were always weak, especially for my girl.”

“She was never your girl.” Nate looked defiantly towards him. “You took an innocent girl and ruined her. I did everything to protect her. You just wanted to fuck her up. We had a code, ethics.”

Grey got right in his face. “Don’t act like you had to moral high ground,” he snarled. “You were right there next to us, doing my dirty work without a second thought. You lusted after Alex just like every other man. Let me rephrase, you were in love with her.”

Nate didn’t blink. “Yes, I do. I loved her so much, but she deserved more than this life. I had no problem helping her escape if it meant she was happy. I couldn’t save my soul, but I could save hers.”

Alex let the tears openly flow. She knew Nate had a crush, but she hadn’t known how deep it had gone. She looked at him with sorrow. Nate knew what she wanted to say but he simply nodded.

“That is so romantic. A declaration of love,” Grey mocked.

“Well, it’s better than what you think you are calling love.” Nate threw back. “Tell her. Tell her how you made her an orphan. How Walker ran them off that cliff. That you actually found her brother a few days after he tried to leave and tortured him when he refused to give his blessing. How he begged you to spare her life. How you slit his throat and watched him bled out on the same floor you made her bedroom in.”

Alex’s eyes widen at Nate’s words. She started to scream through the gag and buck in the chair. Her mind on Simon. She had assumed he was alive but underground. Underground was right but he hadn’t been alive in years.

Christian roared at Nate. “You think giving her these truths would make it better? I should kill you first, so she knows she is powerless to stop this. Walker.” Christian turned to face Alex as Walker went up to Nate and punched him in the gut, the force tipping the chair over and sending Nate onto his back. Walker picked him back up and swung at his face, his nose now bleeding but unconscious.

Alex continued to scream until Grey went and ripped the gag from her mouth. “You’re a monster! You killed my family!”

“I only did what I had to do to keep you, Alexandra. I wanted you from the moment I saw you.” He saw the confusion in her eyes. “You don’t remember? You wandered into a game one night, looking so innocent and beautiful. I knew I had to have you. But Simon refused. So, I eliminated the obstacles.” He laughed with such malice that it made Alex flinch. “You were so easy to mold into what I needed. Now, it’s time for some negotiations.”

Outside, the police were slowly surrounding the home and garage. Infrared camera detected no one in the house but they still send a team in to make sure. James and Tony were waiting at the command center with the local police captain Thor Odinson. “The house is clear, but it looks like someone was injured. They found blood in one of the bedrooms.”

“Alex,” James whispered and closed his eyes. He snapped them open. “Have you found Captain Rogers?”

“No, but we still have the garage that is a ways back.” Thor looked at his colleagues. “I would ask but I already know you won’t stay put.”

“Sorry, but my entire family is in this.” James pulled on his vest.

Tony moved to stop him. “Bucky, are you sure you can handle this?”

“I need to bring them back to Drew. He can’t lose them.” He checked the clip on his gun. “I’m taking Grey dead or alive.”

“What negotiations?” Alex kept breathing deep, trying to level her head. But all she saw were thoughts of her parents, her brother, ripped away from her.

“I have some paperwork that needs to be signed.” Grey smirked. “Formalities, really.”

“Formalities? For what?”

“For you to be completely mine. We have things that need to be resolved.”

Alex lifted her chin. “I won’t sign anything for you, you fucking prick.”

Christian didn’t say a word as stepped towards her. About six inches away, he leaned to her face. “Watch. Your. Mouth.” And without another warning he slapped her, her face rearing as it moved from the force. A cry left her mouth as the pain radiated.

“Don’t touch her!” Steve yelled, trying to move the restraints. He felt one of the ropes slip but didn’t let on as he slowly freed one of his hands.

“I won’t touch her again Captain. Not until we finished at least, and I claim my prize.” He whipped back to Alex. “These papers.” He threw them on the table next to her and turned her in her chair. “You will sign them. Otherwise,” he grasped her chin to have her face the men tied up, “I will make you watch as we began to play with them. Walker, as you know, loves to have fun with new friends.”

Alex’s eyes glanced at Walker, an evil smile gracing his face as he played with a knife from his belt, twirling, glinting with menace. “What are they?” she whispered.

“Marriage dissolution papers. I want you to be mine and first I need to end your joke of a marriage to that cop.”

Steve pleads with her. “Don’t sign them, Alex. Its ok. Everything is going to be ok.”

Alex could barely see him through the tears building up in her eyes. “I have too Stevie. I need to save you.”

“No, you don’t Ale. You were the one we needed to save. Everything will be ok. Please don’t sign them.”

The SWAT team approached the garage silently, James and Tony among them. They all positioned themselves near the windows and doors. James glanced in to see the three people tied up, Alex’s face red but could see someone with their head down and Steve with what looked like a hand free but playing it off. “We have three hostages in there, one who looks unconscious,” he whispered. They could now hear the conversation going on.

“This is all so sweet,” he heard Grey say, but now is not the time. A gun cocked back, ready to fire. “Now, Alexandra. What have you decided?”

He could hear Alex sobbing quietly. “What happens if he doesn’t sign? You need two signatures.”

“To save your life, I’m pretty sure I can get your officer to sign them. He gets everything after all. Your business, your money. Everything but your son. I’ll raise him after this. Bring him up to be a good soldier and eventual heir. You will still be his mother, but you will be my queen.”

Alex face was one of horror, matching the one she could see on Steve’s and unknowingly James’s as well. “You can’t have him,” she whispered.

“Oh, I will pet. And we will have others. Our own little family.” Christian laughed, echoing in the garage.

Steve saw out of the corner of his eye that Nate was waking up. Nate looked around and saw Steve waving his loose hand at him. He gestures to charge, and Nate understood. He waited until Walker turned his back on the men. Steve loosened his other hand holding the rope, so no noise was made. He glanced around for a weapon and saw James in the window. James winked and Steve understood. They were no longer alone.

He saw the men waiting for Alex to make her decision. He subtly glanced at Nate and nodded once.

James got ready after explaining what he saw. He made it to the main door. And took a breath. Please God, make sure they are ok. He closed his eyes and opened them with focus. The SWAT team took position in front, their tactical gear making the practical choice for all. Odinson counted down in his ear piece. “Breach in three, two, one… “

“Let’s have it, Alex. I want an answer. NOW!”

Alex pulled in a breath as she could see that Steve was free and motioning Nate, looked in her direction. But not at her. And it hit her. He was here. James was here. “Fine, I’ll sign. But I need my hands. I want to read it. To understand what you are taking away from me.”

Grey smirked. “Sure.” He let go of the tie on her wrist and she flexed. She picked up the papers and started to read them, her eyes moving but actually observing the scene. Walker and Zemo had their backs to Steve and Nate, a huge mistake on their part. Grey had his body turned as well.

Steve saw that he had Alex’s attention. He held up a hand counting down. Closing his fist, he quietly went up to Walker, Nate up to Zemo and charged. Steve put Walker in a choke hold while Nate charged into Zemo’s stomach, dropping both. Grey turned to the commotion and then back as the door burst open.

“Police!”

Grey didn’t hesitate, firing at the officers as he ducked behind the desk. Alex pushed herself back out of the way, but Grey grabbed her. Walker loosened Steve’s hold, turned and pointed his gun at Steve, but a SWAT officer took him out before he had a chance.

Nate was loose from the chair and began to wail on Zemo. Zemo pushed him off, but Steve got there with Walker’s gun. “Move and you die, “ cocking the gun back.

As the police moved in, Grey took hold of Alex and used her as a shield, his gun at her head, arm around her neck. James ran in and stopped. “Ah, Sargent Barnes. Nice of you to join us.”

“Stop!” James put his hand up to stop the other officers. Steve looked up and his face fell. Nate’s face twisted in anger at the scene. “Ok, just let her go.”

“Let her go? No, I don’t think I will.”

“Jamie!” Alex cried.

“Its ok Allie. Everything is going to be ok, doll.” James took in her disheveled state. “Are you hurt?”

She shook her head slightly. “No.”

“Ok enough chatter. You are going to talk to these nice officers and let us walk away. I’m going to put her in the car with me and we are going to drive far away. I won’t hurt her, and you get to live.”

“That’s not going to happen.” James kept his gun trained on him but had no clean shot.

A movement in his peripherals caused Grey to shift. “Think about what you are going Captain. I just need to pull and the world ends,” stopping Steve in his tracks.

“Ok, let’s just remain calm,” James called out. “You have no clean exit, Grey. I don’t want to kill you, but I will if you try and take her from me again.”

“Take her? She was mine to begin with! She was always mine! And you, you just charmed her with your Brooklyn ways!” Grey screamed. “You took the only thing I have ever loved!”

“She ran from you. What does that tell you?”

“Alex just needed time.” Grey was letting his delusions out. “Didn’t you just need time pet?” He grasped her neck harder, making her cry out. “She’ll see that we are perfect together. I just need to get rid of the obstacles. I just...” his eyes moved to James. “I just need to get rid of you.” He moved his gun away from Alex and pointed it at James.

“No, please!” Alex yelled. “I’ll leave, I’ll stay with you. Please don’t hurt him.” She cried harder. “Please don’t kill him.”

“You need to stay with me Alex and the only way is if he is gone.” His attention was now on Alex, watching her beg for her husband.

“Please Christian, I’m begging you to leave him alone.”

In the chaos of her pleas, Nate moved closer to James. He knew how unstable Grey could be. He got around Steve just as Grey refocused the gun on James.

“Thanks for keeping her safe Barnes. But it’s time to go.”

Alex screamed as the gun fired at James. “Jamie!”

James fell over, the wind knocked out of him after he hit the floor. He coughed and looked up to see Alex fall to her knees leaving Grey wide open. He fired and hit Grey right in the chest, the blood splattering onto Alex as Grey fell over on top of her.

That’s when James realized a body was pinning him down.

“Nate!” Alex screamed

James realized that this was Alex’s friend who jumped in the way to save his life. He pushed him over to see blood seeping from his stomach. James immediately put pressure on the wound. “Steve! Get Alex!”

Steve pushed Grey off of Alex. Steve checked her over as she thrashed to get to James and Nate. “Stevie please, I’m fine!” She finally pulled free. “Alex, wait.”

She fell next to Nate. His eyes looked around panicking until he saw her face. “Its ok Nate, it’s going to be ok,” she whispered.

“We need EMTs in here now!” James yelled. “Come on Nate, keep your eyes open.”

“Please Nate, keep your eyes on me,” Alex pleaded. She took his hand into hers. “You have to live, ok? I need to kick your ass for being so stupid.”

Nate tried to smile, blood coming from his mouth, staining his teeth. “Love. You,” he labored to say.

“Love you too Nate but don’t do this ok. My son needs to meet you.” She watched as his eyes began to flutter. “No, no, no, Nate come on, stay with us.”

The EMTs rushed over, and James moved out of the way to let them work. He went to Alex to move her out of the way. “Come on Allie.”

“No, I can’t leave him! Nate! Nate!” she screamed as James picked her up and pulled her away. “Jamie please, he needs me.”

“I know doll, I know. I’m sorry.” He held her close as she screamed for her friend.

Nate felt cold, but when he looked into Alex’s eyes, knowing she was now safe, he felt at peace. He let his eyes close as the medics worked on him. He could rest now that she was safe.

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Hat Trick (Safest with You AU)

1.7K / Modern AU Retired Mob Enforcer!Din Djarin x fem!reader

Summary: Din takes you to a hockey game for date night. Hat Trick = when a player scores three times (goals) in a game.

Warnings: 18+ content (MDNI please), No smut but smut adjacent, established relationship, possessive!Din if you squint really hard, thigh riding/grinding in public, dirty talk, light degradation (whore, affectionate), pet names as usual (pretty bird, baby, sweetheart, etc.), use of hockey terms.

A/N: My beloved Canucks are leading their conference (woo!) and they’re playing tonight so to wish them luck, here’s a little one shot with our Safest with You couple. There’s a little more characterization of reader in this one in that she’s a big hockey fan, hope that doesn’t stop anyone from enjoying the story! 😘 Also, the term "puck bunny" is used but is not intended in any actual derogatory or sexist way; it's completely light-hearted teasing because we, reader and Din, all know that shaming female fans is not a thing and we can happily let woman enjoy sports any way they want🏒🐰

“These are great seats, Din!” you beam, as you take off your jacket and look around; you’re seven rows up from the ice in the lower bowl, right behind the goal. Perfect seats.

As soon as Din sees your sweatshirt, he laughs at the bright team colours and large block letters in the front that read “I just hope both teams have fun.” My sweet girl, he thinks.

Turns out, you did not want both teams to have fun. Turns out, you wanted the visiting team to eat ice shit.

The first time your team’s defense crushes someone against the glass with devastating precision and you roar your approval, he looks over, stunned. While he knew you loved hockey, he hadn’t expected you to get so into a live sporting event.

And he knew you had a mouth on you, but he’s never heard it at this volume, your hands cupping around your mouth in a makeshift bullhorn to amplify your trash talk:

“PUT HIM IN JAIL!!!!” When the ref doesn’t call for the tripping of one of your players.

“Don't get too comfortable!!! Don't even sit down!!” When the opposing team opts for a two-man advantage for their power play by pulling their goalie.

“How was that fucking slashing?! He barely touched him!! What is this, soccer????” When your team captain is put in the penalty box.

“Get it together!! I've seen more organization at the zoo!!” When the teams fight for the puck against the boards, the other team attempting to clear.

“This isn’t cake, stop icing!!” When the other team does clear the puck.

You’re equally as vocal with your encouragement and praise:

“Shoot it! Shoot it! Atta boy!!”

“Let’s go defense, let’s go!! Yesssssssss!!”

“Fucking look how smooth that line change was!!”

“Get it, get it, you got it!!”

You cheer loud and earnestly for every save your goalie makes, face-off won, and glove dropping fight. Each home goal is celebrated out of your seat, reverie extending to Din and your seat neighbours via hugs and high-fives. Your energy is infectious and Din hasn’t had this much fun at a hockey game in years.

During the second intermission, just when the two of you are musing if it’s worth the line-ups to get a bucket of popcorn to share, you hear a familiar voice say your name.

“Jessica?” you squeal in delight, throwing your arms around a petite blonde, “I haven’t seen you in forever!”

“I thought that was you! Derek and I have been debating it over the last two periods, and I finally said I would just come over and find out for myself,” she points up in the stands a couple of sections over and a few rows up, and you see her husband waving wildly with both arms and you wave back enthusiastically.

The two of you catch up quickly and when you introduce Din to your friend, she looks thrilled, “Do you play as well?”

Din looks confused, so you proudly answer for him, “Din’s a boxer.”

“Ohhhhhh. Sorry, you just had the look of an enforcer, but that makes sense.” You have to keep yourself from laughing at the double meaning Jess definitely didn’t intend.

The two of you chat a little bit longer before your friend has to leave if she’s to make it back to her seat before the third period starts. As you say goodbye and promise to see each other again soon, you look up to wave to Derek as well, and Jess says, “Oh, yeah, Russ is here with us too.” The man sitting next to Derek locks eyes with you and waves back, same as his friend.

Starting up the stairs, Jess says, “Nice to meet you!” to Din, a sentiment he returns, and to you, “Nice to see you’re branching out,” before she winks and runs away as you roll your eyes good naturedly.

When the third period gets underway, Din leans over, “What did she mean, branching out?”

You feel your cheeks get hot, and you avoid Din’s eye by keeping yours locked on the game, “Oh… well, I used to almost exclusively date hockey players…”

“Like…. a puck bunny?”

Dropping your jaw, scandalized, “No!! Not like a puck bunny!! That’s not a thing!” And as Din laughs, you feel the need to explain, “I wasn’t trying to date hockey players. It just turned out that the people I dated also happened to play hockey. Like, when Jess set me up with Derek’s friend, I didn’t know they played on a team together!”

“Oh, that guy over there?” Din looks up at where Jess has rejoined her husband and sees the man next to him looking over at the two of you. You shrug and nod, turning back to the game, “So anyways, it was kind of like this joke that if I dated someone, they would coincidentally turn out to play hockey.”

Puck bunny, you mutter under your breath, and Din grins and throws his arm around you, kissing you on top of your head to placate you.

After the end of an exciting final period where your favourite right winger almost scores a hat trick, you and Din file out of the arena with the crowd, Din’s arm casually draped around your shoulders as you practically bounce out of happiness at your team’s win.

While walking to the subway, you spot Derek’s head peaking out above the crowd and he smiles big when he sees you and starts to make his way over. Your two groups converge near the subway entrance and it’s another happy reunion. You haven’t seen Derek since you last saw Jess and you’ve always found him to be hilarious, laid back and kind; perfect for your bubbly friend. Even seeing Russ again is nice, although there isn’t really any reason it wouldn’t be; the two of you had dated for a bit, but your long work hours and his away game schedule had prevented it from getting too serious, and the two of you had parted amicably. If he stares at you while the five of you chat and revisit your favourite moments from the game, you don’t notice. Derek and Jess invite you to join them at the sports bar they’re heading to, but you and Din politely decline, saying you have to get back to Al. Only Jess and Din catch Russ’ look of disappointment before you part ways.

While waiting on the subway platform, Din asks to know more about your friends, and you tell him everything: how you and Jess met at a baking class, Derek’s courtship and their wedding, and also about your and Russ’ brief relationship.

When you get on the subway, it’s too packed for you to find seats, so you end up standing right next to a pole by the door, with Din hovering protectively, ready to catch you if you lose your footing while the subway moves.

“You know… I know how to play hockey too,” he’s looking at you with a silly, pouty face and you can’t help but giggle. “Not ice hockey, but we’d sometimes play street hockey in front of the gym when we were kids. Stopped after Paz broke a car window and it turned out that car belonged to a Hutt and nearly started a damn street war.”

“Omigod,” you chuckle, imaging a young Din and Paz running around the street with hockey sticks.

“So… your streak isn’t broken… puck bunny.”

“Ugh!” you playfully swat at Din’s shoulder, “I told you!! It was a coincidence!”

Din leans in, pressing your back into the pole and whispers, “Ok, not a puck bunny… but you’re still my bunny.”

You gasp a little at the possessive tone lacing his words and can’t help but squeeze your thighs together, squirming slightly and hoping no one on the subway notices.

Din notices, though, “Is my pretty bunny feeling needy in front of all these people? You need something between those legs, baby?”

You nod, whimpering just a bit, and pull Din closer by tugging at the bottom of his jacket. Very subtly, he steps between your legs and bends his knee slightly so the angle slopes right at your core. When the subway makes a tight turn, all the passengers jostle and Din’s leg bumps up into you, giving you a jolt of electrifying friction. You close your eyes and have to bite you lip to stifle a moan. Feeling cocky, Din whispers hotly in your ear, “Let them hear you, pretty bird. Let everyone in this subway car know how dirty you are, getting off on daddy’s thigh in public.”

The subway goes over a bumpy stretch of track and you’re knocked right into Din’s chest, pressed up against his body, practically sat down on his leg. You don’t bother to upright yourself, instead letting the rolling movement of the subway rock your needy pussy back and forth against Din’s thigh, slowly warming the ball of pleasure within you.

You’re practically humming with need in Din’s arms; just before the subway jerks to a stop, he growls in your ear, “Do you think you can come like this, baby? Or do you need me to fuck you in front of all these strangers, so they can see what a pretty whore you are?”. The screech of the subway brakes cover-up your moans, and you’re only slightly relieved when Din withdraws his knee, but continues to hold you close against his chest. As the train starts to move again, you look up at him with your lust hooded eyes, and quietly whine, “Daddy.”

Din chuckles and leans down to press a chaste kiss to your lips, “No one gets to see you come but me, okay pretty bird? Now can you be a good girl and be patient for daddy? Just two more stops and I’ll give you that hat trick you deserve when we get home.”

Smiling dreamily at the promise of multiple orgasms, you nod, “Okay, I’ll be good. As long as both teams get to have fun,” and as you snuggle deeper into Din’s arms, you feel his whole chest vibrate with laughter.

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